launched on that river, thence to navigate | mood, but the best poetry in its total effect is the Lake Nyassa to its northern end, near cheerful and encouraging. Even when it treats which the disaster is said to have occurred. of sorrow, of pain, of death, it is sympathetic, If the sad story be true, and Livingstone but not despondent and gloomy. The very has really been killed, the news will doubt-production of the exceptional sad poem indiless have spread along the shores of the lake, or great line of traffic of the country. Again, his instruments, note-books, guns, &c. the relics of his expedition-will have found their way as articles of barter among the natives. In the absence of such signs, and in the event of the exploring party finding no proofs whatever of his death, why, then I shall firmly believe that the man who was appointed her Majesty's consul to all the chiefs in the interior of South Africa is still carrying out his great mission. POETRY.Poetry, as we believe, preserves and purifies language, cultivates good taste, helps memory, fills the mind with fair images and high, unselfish thoughts; wondrously increases our perception and enjoyment of natural beauty, relieves the pain of our usual lack or poverty of expression, shaping and bringing within compass multifarious thoughts and feelings, otherwise inexpressible. But the boon of boons, including all the rest, is the general enlargement, elevation, emancipation of the soul. Poetry universalizes. In its last result it is never despondent, but inspired with the loftiest joy and courage. It begins in the glad sense of universal beauty, and when it bestows the same glad sense upon its hearers, its result is accomplished. Here and there you find a short poem, exceptional, expressing a despondent cates a degree of victory over the sadness. The "As much ANTIPHONAL CHANTING.-The Rev. George Venables, Vicar of Friezland, writing to the Churchman on this subject, says: attention is now given to Church congregation a method which I once introduced into a tional singing and chanting, allow me to menchurch for promoting good antiphonal chanting. It might be introduced in singing hymns also, if desirable. The plan is simply that of dividing the congregation, as nearly as practicable, into two equal portions, one-half chanting the first verse, the other half the second verse, and so throughout. The effect is excellent. A nice spirit of singing seems to be engendered by it, as a not improper feeling of emulation arises, by which the two great companies (Nehemiah xiii. 31, 40, 43) rival one another in their endeavour to 'sing unto the Lord, and to make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.' The idea was original on my part when I began it, but most of your readers will know that it is the ancient method of chanting. My conviction is that this arrangement does much to promote that thorough and hearty congregational singing and chanting which all our offices recognise, and which we ought to encourage." GENERAL CHANGARNIER has just broken | put on foot an army equal in point of numhis long silence on political affairs, dating bers to the largest that could by possibility from his arrest at the time of the coup be brought against her; and such an atd'état, and has written an essay in the last tempt would even be more ruinous and number of the Revue des Deux Mondes on absurd with us. - London Review, 20 April. the reorganization of the army. His judg ment is not favourable to the Government scheme; at the same time, he disclaims any intention of systematic opposition, and admits that after the battle of Sadowa there was a pretext for making some kind of alteration. That battle, by the way, he describes, with the characteristic jealousy of Frenchmen at the military successes of other nations, as 66 one of the greatest disasters in the history of France." The General does not care much about rifled cannon and modern arms of precision; he denies that the Prussian needle-gun was the main cause of the Prussian success last summer; yet he grants that France must not be behind other nations in these matters, and that, if soldiers even fancy that they are worse armed than their opponents, they are pretty sure to follow their leaders with distrust. He has no faith in the Prussian landwehr system, and asserts that the Prussian army, in the campaign with Austria, being composed to a great extent of raw troops suddenly taken from sedentary occupations, could not have supported the fatigue of a long war, and that, even as it was, they filled the hospitals with sick, and studded the roads with loiterers. With reference to the French army, Changarnier is in favour of a comparatively small, but thoroughly disciplined, force of professional soldiers, and is strongly opposed to the formation of a large reserve of imperfectly drilled amateurs. One of the most important principles he lays down, however, is that, after a certain point, mere numbers are useless, or even mischievous. "No doubt," he argues, "if 3,000 men are pitted against 5,000, the odds are very great in favour of the larger force. But when you come to 60,000 against 100,000, the chances change considerably, and the higher the numbers go, the less important it is that an army should be equally matched. The larger an army, the more difficult it is to handle, and there is a point, soon reached, at which it cannot be handled to any good purpose at all." It cannot be doubted that such is the case; and the gallant General's words should be borne in mind by those alarmists in this country who would have us maintain an enormous standing army because the Con tinental Powers think fit to do the same. BAMBOOS FOR PAPER. -The considerable trade which is now carried on between the West Indies and America in bamboos for the manufacture of paper is new to that part of the world, but the Chinese have long applied the bamboo to the same purpose. The article is only second in importance, says the Morning Star, to tea as exports from Foo chow. The young shoots are used for food in Shanghai and Ningpo, and during the autumn provide freight for several steamers. It is manufactured also into paper, of which an immense quantity is sent to Che-foo and Tien-tsin, the trade being carried on upon a smaller scale with Ningpo, Shanghai, and Woochang. Our paper-makers are always grumbling about the supply of ragsdon't they try bamboo? why THE Rev. Francis Trench communicates to Notes and Queries an anecdote of David Hume, which he says he found in the "Memoirs of James, Earl of Claremont " (edition 1810): "He once professed hinself the admirer of a young, most beautiful, and accomplished lady at Turin, who only laughed at his passion. One day he addressed her in the usual commonplace strain, that he was abîmé, anéanti. Oh! pour anéanti,' replied the lady, ce n'est en effet qu'une opération très-naturelle de votre systême." A BIRD'S SONG IN THE NIGHT. BY JULIE LANARD. I WAKE up in the night and heard Again the music low and clear But the still depths of th' unreturning past moan Infinite yet not hopeless. In its vast And healing waters kindly Time hath cast Charmed with its strain my listening ear; The far-off isles shine in the golden space. It made no echo in the air, It only stirred the silence there; And only night and I had heard Macmillan's Magazine. -Transcript. But as a ship, when all the winds are gone, And memory darkens round, and from the lone (Where once the brightness of the morning Lies strewn with wrecks of that rich argosy Keen, soaring hopes and aspirations high, store Of priceless gems from God's own treasury. A HARMLESS fellow, wasting useless days, To me this Summer day brings more of So, here upon the grass I lie at ease, While solemn voices from the Past are call- Mingled with rustling whispers in the trees, There was a time when I had higher aims Than thus to be among the flowers, and lis ten To lisping birds, or watch the sunset's flames On the broad river's surface glow and glisten. There was a time, perhaps, when I had thought No. 1201. Fourth Series, No. 62. 8 June, 1867. SHORT ARTICLES: Jasper, 638. Fanny Fern's Literary Success, 650. Golden Hair, 672. NEW BOOKS. MODERN INQUIRIES: Classical, Professional, and Miscellaneous. By Jacob Bigelow, M.D. Little, Brown, & Co., Boston. [It is rather out of our walk to give an opinion on medical subjects; but Dr. Bigelow is so far above the pedantry of his profession, that his grand Common Sense is intelligible and interesting to everybody who has that faculty. We accidentally took up his book on Self-Limiting Diseases, some years ago, (it is included in this volume), and did not lay it down till we had read the whole work, which must have exercised great influence upon the profession. And so with his article on The Limits of Education, which begins this volume, and which should be read by all Presidents of Colleges, and by all who have sons to send to them. Busy as we are we shall read the whole volume.] AUNT MARGARET'S TROUBLE. A Tale of Love, Selfishness, and Retribution. T. B. Peterson & Brothers, Philadelphia. THE STARLING. By Norman Macleod, D.D. Price, 38 cents. Lately Published "OUT OF CHARITY." 75 cents. NINA BALATKA. A Story of Prague. 38 cents. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY LITTELL & GAY, BOSTON. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. FOR EIGHT DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the Living Age will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage. But we do not prepay postage on less than a year; nor where we have to pay a commission for forwarding the money. Price of the First Series, in Cloth, 36 volumes, 90 dollars. Second The Complete work "6 50 Any Volume Bound, 3 dollars; Unbound, 2 dollars. The sets, or volumes, will be sent at the expense of the publishers. PEACE. Is this the Peace of God, this strange sweet calm ? The weary day is at its zenith still, Yet 'tis as if, beside some cool clear rill, Through shadowy stillness rose an evening psalm, And all the noise of life were hushed away, And tranquil gladness reigned with gently soothing sway. It was not so just now. I turned aside Around me crowd; ONE bid me turn aside, Saying He had a message I could hear He called me once again, Pleading that He had precious things to say, cares and griefs in crushing Things which He might not tell to other men. While inly rose the sense, in swelling tide, And fear, and gloom, and doubt in mighty I could not join my company, and then He told me I was ill; That rushing flood I had no strength to That He this time had chosen for His call meet, Nor power to flee; my present, future, past, Because He saw my labour was too much, And yet I suffered sore: And there was calm. O Saviour, I have My eyes were dim with weeping all the night; A heavy burden preyed upon my mind; I am grown wiser now, And sadder, with the knowledge of my loss Oh, if, alone with Him, I had but turned, For still, at intervals, I hear His voice; - Sunday Magazine. |