Leadenhall Street, in England. His appeal to them was dated the 29th of December 1852. In the eyes of the East India Company the appeals of native princes of India do not seem to have been matters of much consequence. The Company appear to have considered that it added to their dignity to have the advocates of such princes waiting in their anterooms. Somewhere about December 1853, the Company sent back Nana Sahib's memorial to the government in India, and the result was, that nothing was done. It would appear that Nana Sahib, with smooth and gentlemanly manners, unites superior abilities; and that to these abilities he adds passions of the strongest and most vin dictive nature. His spirit is high, and his vehemence of the most determined character. At the period of the breaking out of the mutiny which has rendered his name infamous, he seems to have become a monomaniac on the subject of what he believed to be his wrongs. In the preceding sketch, subject, of course, to correction, we have endeavored to state facts, not with a view to advocating any cause, but simply for the purpose of communicating to our readers information as to some of the numerous causes which have led to the dreadful events which have recently occurred in the East. LABOR AND TRIUMPH: THE LIFE AND TIMES | newspapers and periodicals. Meanwhile the question of the right of parishes to elect their own preachers was agitating the Scottish public, The Life and Times of Hugh Miller is only a and on the decision in the House of Lords peg on which to hang the history of the "Free which decided the legal question in favor of the Church" movement in Scotland. It is chiefly lay-patrons, Hugh Miller wrote a pamphlet, in as a geologist, and author of "The Testimony the form of a leter to Lord Brougham, which of the Rocks," that Hugh Miller is known excited much attention, and obtained for him south of the Tweed. But in his native country the editorship of "The Witness," which the his scientific reputation is eclipsed by his fame Free Church was then about to establish. From as the editor of a paper called "The Witness,' this time Mr. Brown is so much occupied with which was, and is for all we know, the organ of the history of the Free Church agitation that he the large section of Scottish Presbyterians who has little to tell about Hugh Miller. We canseceded from the established church on the ques- not say much in favor of this biography. It is tion of the right of congregations to elect their written in the fiercest spirit of Calvinism, and preacher. The grandson of a buccaneer, and in that intolerably inflated style which, we obson of a sailor of Cromarty, Hugh Miller, after serve, finds favor north of the Tweed. Mr. receiving the somewhat superior education which Brown does not "homologate" certain stateis generally within the reach of the Scottish ments; and Scott and his school of writers are peasantry, became a quarryman, in which ca- said to have "looked at their (the Puritans'] pacity he acquired the taste for geological stu- characters through the tears of Mary Stuart." dies and the knowledge of the structure of the The discipline of Calvin-who condemned a rocks which ultimately made him so eminent as woman to be burned alive "for having sung a geologist. His father was lost at sea whilst immodest songs"-is commended, as "bearing he was yet a boy; and at the moment the ship- the fairest fruits by the banks of the Leman wreck occurred, he saw, or thought he saw, a Lake." Burns is degraded from the rank of ghastly vision of a dissevered hand and arm one of the "representative men of Scotland, coming towards him. The believers in super- for having written "The Holy Fair," and Walnatural apparition may therefore count him as ter Scott, because he was only a "relic of feuan additional witness to the truth of their belief. dalism,"-while Hugh Miller, as a hero, is But it must be remembered that he destroyed classed in a triad with Wallace and Knox; and himself while laboring under a fit of insanity as a writer, above Addison, Goldsmith, Swift, which took this very form. Lord Castlereagh Steele, Richardsan, and Fielding. A whole related to Sir Walter Scott that a ghastly figure chapter is devoted to a lecture addressed to Mr. once appeared to him while lying in his bed. Dickens, on the wickedness of his anti-SabbataThese visions may therefore be taken as not un-rian principles; and, indeed, throughout the usual symptrms of suicidal mania. Miller's book the incidents of Hugh Miller's life bear a abilities were evidently thrown away in the secondary place. humble labors of a quarryman, and he was soon selected to manage a country bank which had just been established. Here he labored at the desk for many years, occasionally writing in A REAL MAN.-A hospitable man is never ashamed of his dinner when you come to dine with him. HOME AND REST. CHILD do not fear; We shall reach our home to-night, And the waters bright; And the breezes have scarcely strength Spreads out its fleecy length. As we cleave our silver way Fear not, my child! Though the waves are white and high, On the edge of the western sea Where Home is awaiting thee. We shall rest from our stormy voyage Be not afraid; But give me thy hand, and see How the waves have made A cradle for thee. Night is come, dear, and we shall rest; So turn from the angry skies, Lay thy head upon my breast: Child, do not weep, In the calm, cold, purple depths -Household Words. THE HOUR OF PRAYER. My God! is any hour so sweet, The hour of prayer. Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, For then a day-spring shines on me, Then is strength by thee renewed; No words can tell what sweet relief Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And e'en the penitential tear Is wiped away. Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore "An account of the ship's course and distance, calculated without the aid of celestial observation."-Webster's Dictionary. LAST night my Soul drove out to sea- And dangerous as Doom. By blinding gusts of no-God chased, I crept aloft, in prayers, to find No. 732.-5 June 1858.-Enlarged Series, No. 10. SHORT ARTICLES.-A Man Born too Late, 750. Squinting Lover, 750. To Rise Early, 750. Excavation of an Ancient Christian Church, 777. 795. Mr. Allsop's Coleridge, 795. Manchester Men and Artists, 795. Cost of a Modern Belle, 798. King of Sardinia, 800. Thackeray, 750. New Photograph, Royal Relic, 795. 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And though they lie beneath the waves, Or sleep within the churchyard dim(Ah! through how many different graves God's children go to him!) Yet every grave gives up its dead Ere it is overgrown with grass! Or why should memory veil'd with gloom, Whose captives have escaped! 'Tis but a mound-and will be mossed When'er the summer grass appears ;- Nay, Hope may whisper with the dead, The joys we lose are but forecast, And we shall find them all once more ;We look behind us for the Past, But lo! 'tis all before! SWALLOWS. Now, o'er the harvest meadows green Down through the waters dim. With skilful wings their white breasts lave, Records the daring feat; In some calm cool retreat. As 'twere some secret thing. Thence home to shelt'ring eaves they hie, And barns and lofts with twitt'ring cry, Melodiously resound; And then each dark warm nest they seek, To feed, from fond exhaustless beak The mouths that open round. Once more! once more! away they dart, The water, earth, and air; As if they knew most happily, We can but wish, from this fair earth, Yet it may hap, perchance, they prize Than meadows fresh and cool. HOOD ON Duelling. TOM HOOD describes an intended duel which was prevented by an amicable arrangement made upon the ground. The parties-Mr. Brady and Mr. Clay-rivals for the affections of Miss Lucy Bell, find it necessary te appeal to arms : But first they found a friend apiece, That when they both were dead, they'd have To measure out the ground, not long They next prepared each pistol pan, Now all was ready for the foes; But when they took their stands, Said Mr. C. to Mr. B., "I do confess I did attach Misconduct to your name; If I withdraw the charge, will then There will be strange reports. Their bullets they did send; " most appertains to connoisseurship. We approach the great Florentine by little help of criticism, and by few standards of comparison, either with himself or others, but rather through the literature, philosophy, and salient forms of thought of his day; the author touches on none of the disputed points in his history; he gives us no list of the works of this unprecedented pluralist in art; but, on the principle that a man is best known by his associates, he introduces him surrounded by those living characters whom he believes to have influenced his mind as well as his destiny. Thus the chief personages of that mysterious Florence of the 15th century are successively evoked before us-Lorenzo de' Medici, the magnificent Egotist, the devotee only in art and learning-Politian, the Medicean laureate, and tutor to the future Leo X.-Ficinio, the high-priest of the philosophic Academy-Pico de Mirandola, the lasser meo Scala-Luigi Pulci-with minor literati, sparkling, profligate, and classic—and, finally, the melancholy figure of the puritanic martyr Savonarola, whose stern trumpet-call of Christian protest is heard in harsh opposition to the lulling Pagan tones, which, floating on the surface of Italian society show the deep moral corruption beneath. Nor are the results of Mr. Harford's labors THE two volumes upon Michael Angelo, by a gentleman of Mr. Harford's station, are no slight testimony to the enlightened attention now devoted to the subject of art by the class most at liberty to choose their own studies and recreations. Such free-will offerings are the more valuable from the circum-chiefly of a spurious Platonism, the patriot stance that they are usually presented with a liberality as regards time, trouble, and money which the more professional contributor can seldom afford, and which this work offers to us in more than common abundance. Mr. | Italian Crichton-Matteo Franco-BartolomHarford's name was previously known to the public in honorable connexion with that of the illustrious object of his labors for services rendered in the same liberal spirit to artists as well as to art. In 1854, he published, at considerable expense, a plate of the Sistine ceiling, no less remarkable for its large size than for the effect of color produced by an elaborate application of the chromolithographic process. Considering the double difficulty of giving any adequate idea of a work, itself seen under so many disadvantages, Mr. Harford's plate may be pronounced the most successful, as a general representation of the ceiling yet produced. The profits of the sale are devoted to the benefit of the Astists' General Benevolent Institution. This fine lithograph is now incorporated with a folio of engravings accompanying the Life, in which no pains have been spared to assist the public to comprehend Michael Angelo as architect as well as painter, and which, having the advantage of a careful and enthusiastic essay from the pen of Mr. Cockerell, is valuable with or without the work it illustrates. But it is not in generosity of labor or lib-dent with it, Mr. Harford expresses not only arality of illustration alone that Mr. Harford shows the independent amateur; the mode in which he has conceived his subject is strictly true to that character also. He may be said to lead the reader up to Michael Angelo by every avenue, except that which dependent for interest on the nature of his subjects only. No matter what the themeand our short summary comprehends the very antipodes of the dull and interesting in systems and men-from the dreariest dreams of modern Platonism equally as from the stirring echoes of the Reformation yon side the Alps (his favorite and leading topic), this hard-working volunteer extracts a narrative so lucid and elegant as to afford little conception of the obscurity, worldliness, and pedantry through which he himself has forced his way. In this desire to reflect light on the life he has undertaken, from every form of intellectual depth or sophistical surface at all coinci his own feelings, but that of an important and highly-cultivated class. To such thinkers great part of the interest inspired by art consists in its supposed connexion with the mind of its period; and though not prepared to agree unreservedly with this belief, it may be |