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PALACE AND PRISON.

Not thus thy own, the suffering, thought to see In the fort of Varignano,

Thy coming, when the risted clouds should On a hard and narrow bed,

gleam Brooding thoughts, as a volcano

To quivering wings and golden panoplies, Broodeth lava-floods unshed,

While high above the starry arch should rise Lies a chained and crippled hero,

The jasper judgment-thrones. Was all a Balked and baffled, not subdued,

dream? Though his fortune's sunk to zero,

Hath faith no future? Was the cross in vain? At blood-licat still stands his mood.

“I travel Romewards—I must die again.” In his sumptuous sea-side palace,

“O Lord, the story of thy death is sung Where Biarritz looks o'er sea,

In every church, and carved on every stone;With all splendor for such solace As from splendor wrung may be,

The glazing cye sees thee; the infant's tongue

Blends Jesus' with its household names in one;, Sits a crowned and sceptred sovereign,

The priest who curses those whom Christ set Strong in arms, more strong in art,

free, Wrapped in thoughts past men's discovering,

The freeman, cursed and cringing, call on With a marble stone for heart.

thee; From her centuries' sleep arisen,

The sbirro in the desecrated home, Clenching half unfettered hands,

The soldier, whose dishonored sword is red, 'Twixt that palace and that prison,

The mother crouched beside the nameless Flushed and fierce Italia stands.

dead, Brare words she has owed that ruler,

All know that thou hast died for them, for Brave words and brave deeds as well,

Rome; Now she doubts he fain would fool her

These wait thy judgments, Lord ! thy cross Of the hopes he helped to swell.

were vain. So with visage dark and lowering

“I travel Romewards-I must die again." She that palace-threshold spurns, And with tenderness o’erpowering

Alas, not only the eternal shrine To the fortress-prison turns.

And common faith witness Gethsemane; Ne'er a doubt of the devotion

A people, almost in great grief divine, Of that chained and crippled chief,

Hath trod the via crucis after thee : Clouds her love's profound emotion,

The seven-hilled palace, where the city sate Stays the passion of her grief.

Queenlike, enfolds her passion and her fate,

Soldier and priest have bound her that she What's an emperor's word, whose action

die. To his utterance gives the lie?

O Lord, what need that costlier blood should But this chief for love bade faction,

flow ? Prudence, policy stand by

Will he believe, who turns to Calvary? Blind maybe, but blind for brightness

With eyes averted from a nation's woe? Of the goal to which he strove,

Come clothed in thunder, Lord I thy cross is All his life is one long witness

vain Life to him is less than love.

And Rome were lopeless though thou diedst Then what wonder to the prison

again."

-Spectator. From the palace if she turn ? 'Tis her star that newly risen

O'er that fortress-cell doth burn.
The true prison is that palace,

SATURDAY EVENING.
And that prisoner is true king!
Wero his pallet-bed a gallows,

How sweet the evening shadows fall, There Italia's heart would cling,

Advancing from the west ! Not to yon man, dark and callous,

As ends the weary week of toil,
Girt by his base courtier-ring.

And comes the day of rest.
-Punch.

Bright o'er the earth the star of eve

Her radiant beauty sheds ;

And myriad sisters calmly weave ST. PETER WITHOUT THE GATES. 1862.

Their light around our heads, “ Petrus, quum venisset ad portam, vidit Rest, man, from labor ! rest from sin ! Christum sibi occurrentem, et ait Domine, quo The world's hard contest close; vadis ? Qui respondit, "Venio Romam iterum

The holy hours with God begincrucifigi.' -AUREA LEGENDA, cap. 89.

Yield thee to sweet reposo. “What memory of

my ancient life art thou ? Is there another Christ than he who trod

Bright o'er the earth the morning ray The shattered gates of death, and rose to God? Its sacred light will cast, But no-all pain is graven on thy brow

Fair emblem of that glorious day As only one could suffer.-Thou art he !

That evermore shall last.

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No. 964.-22 November, 1862.

CONTENTS.

PAGR. 1. Female Life in Prison,

Christian Remembrancer, 339 2. Mistress and Maid. Chaps. 21-23,

Good Words,

354 3. The Naggletons on their Tour,

Punch,

371 4. Henry Taylor's New Drama,

National Review,

373 5. New Tales by Hans Andersen,

Spectator,

376 6. Verses and Translations,

Press,

379 7. The Alliances of France,

Examiner,

380 8. British Opinions,

Quar. Re. and Edinburgh Re., 381

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POETRY.-Come unto Me, 338. October, 338. Diversity in Unity, 338. The Italian Trio, 370. Elegy in the Temple Gardens, 383. Paris, 384. London, 384.

SHORT ARTICLES.–Follow my Leader, 370. The phrase "A Violation of Nature," 875. Circular Panoramic Prints, 375.

T The article on The Slave Power, in No. 963, is said to be by John Stuart Mill.

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PART I.

PART II.

“ Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy Let us, then, forsake our deadladen, and I will give you rest.—Matt. 11: 28.

For the dead will surely wait,
While we rush upon the foe,

Eager for the hero's fate.
Away into the far, dim wood from her,
His shadow fell upon the dying leaves,

Leaves will come upon the trees ;
And autumn hilltops, lying faint and fair,

Spring will show the happy race ; Beneath the sun spread out their silent

Mothers will give birth to sons, sheaves.

Loyal souls to fill our place. O'er faulds and meadows old the wild bee flew,

Wherefore should we rest and rust? And idle brooks sang endlessly and long;

Soldiers, we must fight and save The naked willows waved ; and evening grew

Freedom now, and give our foes Above the mallow banks and marsh weeds

All their country should—a gravo ! strong.

-N. Y. Evening Post. Majestic trees above her waved, and stood

And dropped their crimson ashes at her feet; A passing breczo stirred through the silent wood,

DIVERSITY IN UNITY And left behind the moist, dull autumn heat.

“ An appeal to the You' of yesterday, ought She saw his last departing shadow fall,

ever to be qualified by the perceptions of the And from along the dark and dismal way • You' of to-day and to-morrow." raded at last, while sadly over all A moveless shadow fell across the way.

I saw it with my eyes!” I doubt you not

You saw it-yes, your lightest word is true; Upon her hands she laid her aching head, But whether that same thing which once was And wcariness of darkness o'er her fell.

“ You," "I do not understand my life,” she said, May, can, or should, with retrospective My soul is lost in woe unspeakable.”

thought, Stand, like armed sentinel, and bar you out

From later lights of life, demands a doubt. We cannot conquer the great world within ; “You” may be “ " but was that ballOur ceascless pulses beat day after day,

fledged thing, And souls aro filled with sorrow and with sin;

Eyeing from downy nest its strip of sky, They labor without faith, and do not pray. The same, in very deed, as that whose wing And who shall help them in their dreadful nced? Or did its quondam world, its first small sweep,

In practised flights now bears it up on high? And who is Lord of all our souls within ? Of far-off folds, forever fair, we read,

Comprise all worlds ? the lofty and the deep? Where quiet sheep in peace, remote from sin, Or, take a higher parable.—In youth, Are guided safely by a Shepherd's love,

Vigorous and bright, you choso some worthy And cver calm are all their nights and days,

part, Forever calm is all their sky above,

And well you played it:—blessings on your And joy doth follow all their winding ways.

truth,

And blessed your work, of mind, or hand, or But, Lord, some are too weak to come to thee; heart.

They stumble and fall down in deep despair; Good roots, well planted; hence the living trees: Their tearful cyes so blind they cannot see, But TREES grow on : shall Men bc less than

And hearts too licavy with their earthly care. these ? Redeemer, shall they lay their woes on thee?

“ You” may be “you,”-th' essential man the Wilt fold their weary souls upon thy breast?

same, Thy yoke is casy and thy bondage free;

But complex, rich, and full, not lean and Oh, lead them home to thine eternal rest.

bare ; I know that only thou canst give them peace,

Holding, and rightly, by tho dear old name, And only thou canst calm their restless souls.

Yet not, as erst, a child in eve and cur; Dear Saviour, bid their hopeless wanderings Be the true thing; the hours their course fulfil; cease,

We have no right to say, “Old Time ! sland Gather us all to thy pure hcavenly folds.

still.” ELEANOR MATLACK.

So friend, old friend, more dear, because that

Time

Has laid its spell upon us ; leaving free
OCTOBER.

The heart's affections, and the thought sublimo
Falling leaves and falling men!

Of endless growth, and nobler things to be, When the snows of winter fall, In the full light of life, both old and new, And the winds of winter blow,

I seo, rejoicing see, that "you" are " you." Will be woven Nature's pall.

-Spectator.

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From The Christian Remembrancer. If women cannot be trained in large masses, Female Life in Prison. By a Prison Ma- neither can they be reformed and punished tron. Hurst and Blackett.

without losing many important opportuniThis work presents an important subject ties for favorable influence. in so new a point of view that to many of Putting aside the example of zealous, useits readers it will be a revelation. Others ful labor set us by these youthful matrons, have written of female prisoners-chaplains, and the good worked by them amongst the philanthropists, lady risitors, persons who more tractable of their charges in some few have been permitted occasional intercourse redeeming instances of penitence and reforwith prison life, or who have stated duties mation, this book must be a sort of shock to there ; but the present writer lifts the veil the general reader ; being, as it is, a long from the daily, hourly existence of the mis- comment on the text, that it is easier for the erable class of female convicts, and is the leopard to change his spots, than for those first, as far as we are aware, spending her to do good that are accustomed to do evil ; life among them, and watching them at all and giving us a veritable glimpse into Panhours of every day, who has told her expe- demonium such as no other systematic rerience; and told it with a distinctness, view of prison life has done before, for the straightforwardness, and command of her reason the author gives, that it is only the subject, which enforce conviction, and pow- officials of a prison that can see prisoners at erfully impress the reader. Her purpose, their worst. Towards occasional visitors beyond the natural wish to record her ob- they can exercise self-control, but anything servations in a form sure to excite interest, like lasting self-control is incompatible with seems to be to plead for her class—prison the feminine nature sunk in vice; and lost matrons, as they are called—whom she en- to self-respect, as the majority of these deavors to prove, and, we think, succeeds in women are. It is much easier to believe in proving, to be overworked, their energies crimes, the motive to them, the impulses unduly tasked, and their services underpaid. and temptations which hurry men into them, Fourteen or fifteen hours a day of incessant than to realize their effect upon the characlabor and vigilance, and almost incessant ter, and what an unresisting abandonment worry, amongst beings wild, crafty, and des- to evil influences results in. It is more dif. perate as their charges are represented to be, ficult and painful still to imagine a woman must be too heavy a strain on body and without any of the qualities we attribute to mind for women to bear without such a her sex. Not that the worst are wholly undrain on health and strength, and wearing sexed; bad women are not more like men out of spirits, as government ought not to than good ones—

s—in some cases they are less require of its servants. The term “

so: all the weaknesses of the feminine oris a misnomer, for, as a class, they are young ganization are, indeed, concentrated in them, women eligible at twenty-five, some having but there is a class of qualities which we been elected at an earlier age. And she are accustomed to think inseparable from suggests that for these “ officers," as they are omanhood, and it is a shock to find out our further designated, the title of “ sister" mistake. This writer, after her experience “ if it did not savor too much of Romanism” of prison life, quotes Tennyson :-would be more appropriate and more sug- For men at most differ as heaven and earth, gestive of their work, and of the spirit in But women worst and best, as licaven and hell.” which it should be carried out They are, Probably the warders on the men's side according to her report, in most cases, women of Milbank Prison would have something to of education and refinement, as they should

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in modification of this distinction, yet be always; interested in their work, and they agree in the difference being a wide one carrying it out with tenderness and judg- between bad men and bad women; a thorment. For the sake of the prisoners, too, oughly depraved woman is more lost to reashe argues

that the staff should be enlarged; son than a man can become :for women need more individual attention

“ " How you ladies manage to live, in than men, and cannot be treated in masses such a constant state of excitement, is a puzand by general rulcs in the degrecs possible zle to us on the men's side,' a Milbank warwith men. And this we can readily believe. der said to me one day; .our hours are aş

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long, but the male convicts are quiet and malignity, shamelessness, impenitence, de. rational, and obey orders. It must be a spair, he possesses with them some woman's hard time for all of you.'”—Female Life in nature, trained from her cradle in ignorance Prison, vol. ii. p. 4.

and sin. A woman dead to shame and lost to rea- One matter for encouragement we gather son almost ceases to be a human being; it here, where we should scarcely have expected is not easy to distinguish between her state to find it, which is, that good teaching is and actual madness; and some delineations seldom absolutely thrown away. The mind of temper in this work are scarcely compati- which, howerer unwillingly or with however ble with sanity, though, because there are little seeming profit, has received some religno illusions, the culprit is necessarily treated ious truths in childhood is in a different conas responsible. Yet in creatures possessed dition from one whose earliest impressions with almost demoniacal fury or malice, we were all evil. As far as appearances go, a see strange glimpses of tempers and quali- tender mother, a careful home, school, and ties, with which in the germ we are all fa- church, may be all forgotten-their good inmiliar. The book is a suggestive one. Here iluences disregarded, their memory trampled are the extremes of vices, to which we only upon-yet every seed thus sown is not ut

remote tendencies in ourselves, our terly eradicated. No good early teaching friends, our acquaintance in the outer world ; can be quite lost while thought lasts. It but enough to wake painful sympathies, to asserts itself at chance moments; it enables see horrible likenesses, to make us own a the besotted intellect to attach meaning to

We begin to realize, more better ideas when they are presented to it; than, in thoughtless security, men care to do, it interposes itself at seasons of softening or all we owe to the beneficent chains of deco- repose, striking some chord which is never rous habit, to immunity from extreme temp- developed in a childhood restricted to things tation, to training in the humanities of life. low and base :—and this record gives us the There are people, it seems, who have been names, and something of the history, of cut off from all these. We do not believe many whose knowledge of men and things of any human beings that they have had no has from their birth been exclusively of this chance, no conscience pleading within, no sort. Women are perhaps, from their imexample different from and above that which pressible natures, more the victims of ill they have uniformly followed; but, as com- training than men; and there are women pared to ourselves, they have been without who have all their lives been strangers to all privileges and advantages. These, as the idea which every girl is supposed to be children, have never learnt, and it would born with of what a woman should be ; to have been out of place could they have the notions of reserve, modesty, self-respect, spoken, the simple lines,

restraint, decorum, industry, regard for ap“Not more than others I deserve, pearances, obedience to custom, deference Yet God has given me more;

for opinion, horror of shame, which in some for from the first they have been outcasts of degree we consider inseparable from womansociety. Why there are beings so neglected, hood, which, whether suppressed or not, we 80 lost, why there are these differences, is an assume sometimes to have been there or inscrutable mystery ; our part, as we realize they would not be women. There are women them, is to recognize a work for the more in our prisons to whom every appeal on the favored to do, and to inquire what the share presumption of this innate knowledge would of each must be. Every prison suggests be as much thrown away as on a lioness, or such ideas — but nowhere so forcibly as in she-bear, or the pythoness of the Zoological the case of female convicts--and to see this Gardens; who, as far as we can see, have abandonment, this extreme degradation in no sense of dignity or purity, and no admi. woman, is at once pitiable and revolting. ration for them. They seem never to have As-art personifies all graces, all virtues, un- heard of the power and goodness of God, der feminine forms-Justice, Mercy, Beauty, never to have felt the most transient workIntellect, - so Satan stamps his mark on ing of religion in the soul. When the chapthis yielding, impressible material ; and when lain preaches to them, or makes individual he would represent sullenness, fury, craft, efforts to reach the stony and dead heart,

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