For thee, who, mindful of each briefless wight, Haply some usher of the court may say : At morn I've marked him oft, 'twixt nine and ten, Striding with hasty step, the Strand away, There in the Bail Court, where yon quaint old judge, Doth twist his nose, and wreath his wig awry; Listless for hours he'd sit, and never budge, And pore upon a book,-the Lord knows why! Oft would he bid me fetch him some report, And turn from case to case, with look forlorn; Then bustling would he run from court to court, As if some rule of his! were coming on. One morn I missed that figure lean and lank, And that pale face, so often marked by me, Another came,-nor yet was he in Bank, Nor th' Exchequer, nor at the Plees was he. The next day, as at morn, I chanced to see Death's peremptory paper in the Times; I read his name, which there stood number three, And there I also read these doleful rhymes THE EPITAPH. Here rests a youth lamented but by few, Deep and correct his knowledge of the laws, Because, forsooth, he ne'er had one to lose. Even as he lived unknown-unknown he dies; Calm be his rest, from hopeless struggle free, Till that dread Court, from which no error lies, Shall final judgment pass on him and thee. If the gentle reader will take the trouble of comparing stanza for stanza, and even line for line of the parody with the original poem, he will see how closely the witty rhymester followed the original. He watches silent on his column there, Lights gleam beneath, crowds flow, and coursers prance; The sight is dazzled by the sound and glare All that there is of pleasure is most fair- "Men sought to prove me vile, Thinker and teacher of a faithless age. Of pomp and fame and power let others climb: The slow and sure award of Justice lies, For thee laid up beyond the sands of time. "Far-off divine events are in thine eyes,Truth that endures, and Love's eternal prime. -Spectator. J. N. 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Complete sets of the First Series, in thirty-six volumes, and of the Second Series, in twenty volumes, handsomely bound, packed in neat boxes, and delivered in all the principal cities, free of expense of freight, are for sale at two dollars a volume. ANY VOLUME may be had separately, at two dollars, bound, or a dollar and a half in numbers. ANY NUMBER may be had for 13 cents; and it is well worth while for subscribers or purchasers to complete any broken volumes they may have, and thus greatly enhance their value. MONT BLANC REVISITED. 9TH JUNE, 1845. O MOUNT beloved! mine eyes again Behold the twilight's sanguine stain Along thy peaks expire; O Mount beloved; thy frontier waste I seek with a religious haste, And reverent desire. They meet me midst thy shadows cold,- Amidst the desert found; Such gladness as in Him they felt, Who with them through the darkness dwelt, Oh! happy if His will were so, To lead me as he leads his flocks Since, from the things that trustful rest,- The marmot in his den,- Alas, for man! who hath no sense But still rejects and raves; Yet let me not, like him who trod But teach me, God, a milder thought, And this, that moves me to condemn, The wild sea waves rejoice without a curb, If Death's captivity be sleepless thus, IMPATIENCE. OUR life is spent on little things, In little cares our hearts are drowned; We move, with heavy-laden wings, In the same narrow round. We waste on wars and petty strife, And squander in a thousand ways, The fire that should have been the life And power of after days. We toil to make an outward show, Of all we think and feel. Mining in caves of ancient lore, Unweaving endless webs of thought, We do what has been done before; And so we come to naught. The spirit longs for wider scope, And room to let its fountains play, Ere it has lost its Love and Hope,Tamed down or worn away. I wander by the cloister wall, My fancy fretting to be free, By Custom, lord of all and me; AUTUMN PICTURES. EVENING. THE grass is dank with twilight dew; The sky is throbbing thick with stars I see the never-parted Twins, And, guarding them, the warrior Mars, No foot upon the quiet bridge- No bird stirs in the covert walks; From distant gate the mastiff's bark The hazel leaves, black velvet now, I know above my lamp-lit room And now I blow the light out-pray, -Chambers's Journal. From The Spectator. THE ANTI-PAPAL LITERATURE OF ITALY.* the Pope would do well to read a history which would show him the lengths to which people may be carried when once fairly entangled in the current of controversy, and might warn him to avoid the danger of pushing matters to such extreme issues. As soon as any intellectual movement has really made some general hold, it at once reveals itself by the production of a literaWhoever should chance to walk into a ture. So long as this is not forthcoming, so long may a movement be safely set down as bookseller's shop in Central Italy, especially confined to merely individual minds, for it in the former territory of the Pope, will find is not in human nature that any considera- the counter strewn with publications treatble number of people can be affected at ing the great question of the temporal power, heart with a fixed current of feelings without and if he is not scared by their number from instinctively trying to give expression to looking at them, he will find that a large them. Brought to the test of this touch-proportion is written by priests. Of course, stone there can be no disputing the fact that there must be a great difference between the the genuineness and spread, amongst the re- tone of these numerous writers. Many of ligious and ecclesiastical sections of society them approach the subject with cumbersome of Italy, of that strictly canonical and theo- learning, while there are others who treat logical opposition against the temporal power it in a more popular manner, combining of the Pope, which was first distinctly enuntheir grave polemics with smart and telling ciated by Father Passaglia, may fairly be hits at the court of Rome. Of these more assumed as proved. There has sprung up popular publications there are two which recently in Italy a complete literature of have had especial success, both of them beecclesiastical polemic against the court of ing written by ecclesiastics of very considRome, which is highly deserving of atten- erable ability, and intimately acquainted tion, as the unmistakable symptom of a great with Rome, from many years' residence and growing movement that is daily waxing there. These were The Papacy, the Empire, in strength, and in clear consciousness of and the Kingdom of Italy, by Monsignor its power and its aims. The movement is in Liverani, and The Recollections of Rome, by itself of a nature far more important than Filippo Perfetti. Both these books have run almost any of the otherwise more noisy and through several editions, and have had what immediately startling moves on the chess- may really be called an immense success. board of the politics of the day; for whether Yet there is much to be said against both or not it should succeed at this moment in as serious treatises on a most serious ques fully establishing its triumph, yet the tion. Monsignor Liverani is a prelate of ress made will be such as radically to mod- reading and consideration, but his book is ify the feelings of the country regarding the disfigured by a pervading tone of querulous Papacy, and thereby to inflict an injury on it acrimony, which has a sound of disappointed which no degree of merely material assist- ambition and consequent rancor that, in our ance from abroad will be able lastingly to opinion, tends to detract from its still conmake good. For the especial feature of the siderable worth. As a literary composition, movement is, that it is not the expression of the pamphlet of the Abate Perfetti is supehostility on the part of the classes which rior. He was long Cardinal Marini's private have always, on principle, been opposed to secretary, and afterwards librarian at the the Church, but of the very men who, in Sapienza in Rome, and deserves the reputatemper and thought, are thoroughly adher- tion of brilliant talents. His defect is a cerents of the Catholic Church, have no sympa-renders his graphic sketches of Roman dotain want of ecclesiastical gravity, which thies whether with dissent or freethinking, and as the professed champions of High ings somewhat startling as the composition Church orthodoxy are impugning the conduct of the court of Rome. It is the old case over again, of the Parliament making war upon the king in the king's name, and *Il Mediatore. Turin. prog of an ecclesiastic. Both these books are, however, very remarkable productions, especially as written by eminent ecclesiastics, not to be treated as of slight influence, and which, by their popular reception, have exercised a very great effect in giving definite points to the general feeling against the powerfully and effectively. This is known court of Rome. But if these two publications have met with a truly popular reception from all classes of readers in Italy, there is a third, greatly differing from them in style and composition, which, though favored with a less glaring success, merits in a higher degree the attention of a close observer of what is really at work in Italy. This is The Mediatore, a weekly periodical appearing at Turin, and edited by Father Passaglia, who, with the assistance of one fellow-laborer, writes himself almost the whole of it. His periodical, as regards the movement in the strictly ecclesiastical sense, is out and out the most important publication that has yet appeared, and a real sign of the times. It is entirely devoted to arguing against the attitude of the court of Rome, on grounds exclusively taken from the most orthodox canonical doctrine. Precisely what is likely to appear tiresome and not to the point in its mode of reasoning for the general reader constitutes the peculiar attraction and value of the periodical to the ecclesiastical classes, who are there supplied with the one kind of argument which, because it accommodates itself to their particular horizon of thought, is to them the most telling. Also, it is because Father Passaglia feels how much must depend for the success of his efforts upon the incontrovertible strictness of his reasoning that he has avoided inviting fellow-laborers to his assistance. The whole value of the publication, as a means of influencing the minds of dévout churchmen, would be at once destroyed were it ever to fall into language which the wakeful vigilance of Rome could convict of being not orthodox. Therefore, with immense labor and wonderful assiduity, Father Passaglia, week after week, himself addresses the Italian clergy in papers full of his own profound and vast theological reasoning, which are attaining a circulation that is rendering the court of Rome furious. We are informed that the Mediatore, which has been started only a few months, numbers already two thousand subscribers, and that among its eager readers are not a few bishops. That it ever can become a great popular periodical is not to be expected. Its scope is one that cannot allow it to become so. It addresses itself simply to a class, and that class it addresses in the court of Rome, and a subject of sore annoyance to it; for so thoroughly respect ful and proper is the language employed, that many are the priests who have never taken any hostile decision against the temporal power, and who yet read with interest the Mediatore. Next to the first great public protest put forth by Father Passaglia in his celebrated letter to the bishops, this pe riodical of his is undoubtedly the most important thing he has done, for thereby he has contrived a means of carrying success fully the seeds of liberal thought into fields which are notoriously the most difficult to reach, and the most stubborn in resisting such cultivation. Already, indeed, the prog ress made good is visibly and unmistakably apparent. The ecclesiastical opposition to the present attitude of the Holy See is gain ing confidence to come forward and avow its opinions. It is no longer skulking in the timid retirement of troubled minds, trembling at the bare thought of daring to say openly a word in dissent from the Pope. The clergy are growing strong in their conviction of the canonical soundness of their views against the temporal power, and have begun not to flinch from speaking their mind to the Pope. This must be taken as the capital step due to the particular action of Father Passaglia's example and argument. It is acknowledged in the Vatican that the Pope has received appeals from members of the Italian clergy urging him to resign his temporal authority, as hurtful to the Church in the present state of the world. It is, however, there affirmed that these appeals are utterly insignificant, proceeding either from reprobate priests, or from individuals who had not the strength of mind to resist coercion, but who mostly have privately sought the Pope's forgiveness for an act committed under pressure. This is the story freely circulated by the great upholders of the Vatican, but which we have reason to believe utterly without foundation. What ever appeals the Pope may have received as yet are merely desultory effusions on the part of individuals. There is at the present moment, however, on foot a great collective declaration in regard to the temporal power by the Liberal clergy in Italy, which will soon be published, with the names of its subscribers; and the appearance of this doc |