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when the lunatic saw the object, he became all quarters proceeded to arrange for its con. like a man paralyzed, his face assumed a veyance to the shore. The body of the inlook of utmost terror, and clasping his hands, fant which I had seen was not recovered, with eyes wildly fixed, he cried, “O my having probably been torn from the mother's leddy! my leddy! forgie me, for His sake. arms in the storm of the preceding night. It was na memI was led into it, forgie me, True to their traditions, the fishermen forgie me, my leddy."

would not receive the body into one of their While he spoke the form disappeared un- boats, but wrapping a sail carefully around der water, and the black surging wave rushed it, drew it after the leading boat to shore. past.

The others followed in procession, with their Either the revulsion of feeling, or deadly dark sails over the melancholy sea, making purpose against his life, impelled the wretched one of the strangest funerals I ever looked man, but in a moment he was in the deep upon. sea, scarcely struggling, apparently uncon- By an by, a mass of yellow hair escaped scious of his danger.

from the sail and trailed far out upon the To drop the sail, seize the boat-hook, and waves. The sight of it affected the rough, keep him above water, was the work of a strong men, one and all, most deeply. From second; presently, we had him replaced in every eye the tears flowed big and fast, and the bottom of the craft, with the precaution while some hardy fellow swept them off with of strong lashing to the thwarts, lest another his great brown hand, he would half-excuse recurrence of his violence should renew our his weakness, saying, “Ech, sirs, its hard to peril.

thole. Whaever saw the like out here. We found little difficulty in making our The puir mither, and where's her winsome return to the port with our prisoner. I lost baby?” no time in communicating with a magistrate, Upon the shore the people of the village taking care to give my suspicion that the were gathered, standing out upon the shelvbody we had seen was somehow connected ing rocks, knee deep in the foam, and the with some crime, of which I believed the bursts of real sorrow that rose from the prisoner either guilty or cognizant. He per- crowd as the corpse was carried to the green fectly agreed with my view of the case. was, beyond measure, affecting. And after much persuasion, and many offers

" Rin and ca' the rector, some o' ye,” of reward, the wild, superstitious fishermen gruffly ordered the oldest of the fishermen, were induced to begin a search for the corpse. who usually took great authority upon emer

Strongly they protested against the very gencies, and was now obeyed by some of the idea of remuneration, the only reason they young men about him. would admit, being “ that naebody could Presently the rector of the parish appeared fish the banks while a corpse was floating among his kindly and humble flock, tears in about them; and that the sea would na, and his soft eyes, and his white head uncovered could na, settle till it was delivered of its in the presence of the dead. burden."

“ We will bury ber,” said he, “ in our own The search was full of very interesting, churchyard, and pray God to comfort her and to me pathetic, incidents. The wives friends and prepare us all whenever he shall and children of the great bronzed men ac- call us." companied them to the boats, and the old wo- I shall never forget that burial. The men, standing out upon the projecting rocks, quaint old church, with its little slated spire, delivered cautions and prayers to the fisher- and white tower and walls ; below the evenmen as they passed. Now it was their fervent ing sea rolling up its hoarse murmurs and desire “that she should find her rest, God blending with the voices of minister and peopity her!”. Now a shrill voice would re- ple; the great stern headlands boldy profiled mind a passing boatman," Alick ! d'ye hear! along the lofty coast, and the bold hills risDinna take her in the boat, its no canny to ing closely round the smoke of the pot discarry aboard them frae whom the Lord'has tant village; the simple poor people, with ta'en awa’ life! "

frequent sobs, assembled round the


of And out upon the blue Atlantic, as the one who had no other title to their regard boats flew past each other, tacking to and fro, than that she was a woman, a mother, and it was strange to find that the usual cheer lost at sea! and good-natured jest were silent and for- Immediately after the funeral, I proceeded gotten, and to observe the gloomy, sorrowful to my post, and it was not until years after Looks of the men as they gazed down into I heard the remainder of the narrative. the sea, and conversed in whispers about the For a time the circumstances of the death dead body, which they presumed was near. of the lady remained unknown, though

At last a signal announced the recovery many adver:iscments, descriptive of her perof the corpse, and the boats gathering from son, had been published. A child whose

clothes bore the same initials, and was cer- the lunatic fisherman. He had rushed from tainly hers, had drifted on shore and been the grave of the child, which he had found buried some fourteen miles further to the empty, and endeavored by threats and viowest. The fisherman who had so nearly de- lence to drive the people from the graveyard. stroyed me maintained, after his arrest a Suspicion was again aroused; he was more gloomy and obstinate silence; nothing could closely examined ; and it appeared that he induco him to give the least explanation of had been the servant of Mr. M'Clean, of his conduct, of the words he had used. Ghea, who had discharged him for misconWhen, for want of evidence, he was dis- duct. Influenced by feelings of fierce recharged, he returned to his former employ- venge against his late master, he had cut ment and residence; but the fishermen and loose from the shore a boat into which his peasantry avoided him so carefully that his young mistress had entered with her child, life was perfectly solitary. It was known, to wait the arrival of her husband. He had however, that much of his time was spent watched the boat carried away by one of the over the grave of the lady whose murderer impetuous tides, and believed himself a murhe was supposed to be, and that he frequently derer, and revenged. However, Mrs. M'Clean visited the grave of her child: At length was recovered from that danger, but a few a gentleman arrived at Camplay and re- months afterwards was lost with the many quested permission to remove the body of other victims who sank in the ill-fated Argus. her who had proved to have been Mrs. It would seem that the bodies

the hapM'Clean, of Ghea, as he had previously re-less mother and child had been conveyed by moved the body of her child from its bury- the currents into my path. It is certain that ing-place. While availing himself of tắe the extraordinary circumstance I have faithpermission readily granted, his workmen fully recorded was the means of saving me were disturbed by the sudden appearance of from a sudden and dreadful death. -V!!

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DUMAS ROBBING GARIBALDI.-Not long ago The advanced sheets, duly received from Barnos and Burr, of New York, published an France, were immediately placed in the hands interesting Life of Garibaldi, written by himself, of a competent translator, and the Boston pubwith sketches of his companions in arms, trans- little delay as possible. But, by the time the

lisher preparcd to bring out the book with as lated by his friend and admirer, Theodore first twonty-four pages were translated, a careful Dwight. This biography, it appears by the fol

‘rcader,' well acquainted with current literalowing cxtract from the Philadelphia Press, has turo,' went over them, and speedily discovered been stolen by that most unscrapulous of liter- that Dumas had simply got some one to mako ary hacks, Alexandro Dumas :

a French translation of Garibaldi's Autobiog"Some months ago the famous Alexandre raphy, cdited by Dwight, and published by Damas, author of Monte Christo," "The Three Barncs and Burr, prefixing a few prefatory reMusketeers,' and an immense number of other marks of his own to this stolen property. Of romances, proceeded to Italy with the avowed course, the translation of Dumas” Life of Garipurpose of becoming the biographer of Gari- baldi was not proceeded with, and we need baldi. He issued a faming prospectus of his scarcely add that the publisher so scandalously forthcoming work, in which it was announced of ever receiving back even a fraction of his

cheated by Dumas has not the slightest chanco that it would contain a great many details re

$500." ceived directly from Garibaldi himself. An American publisher (who may be heard of in Boston, we are told), conceived the business-like idea of purchasing advanco sheets of Dumas'

MR. MURRAY has in the press, and will Life of Joseph Garibaldi, and succeeded in ob- shortly publish, Francis Bacon, Lord-Chantaining a copy of the work in anticipation of its cellor of England,” by Hepworth Dixon, being appearance in Paris. It is said that $500 was an inquiry into his life and character based on the sum paid to Dumas certainly not a very

letters and documents hitherto unpublished, extravagant amount, bat a great deal consider- This work, though new in form and in material, ing that the book might have been obtained im. will contain the substance of the articles which mediately after its publication for nothing.

appeared in the Athenæum in Japuary last.


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From Tho Spectator. literature as a profession being then enMEMORIALS OF THOMAS HOOD.* gaged as sub-editor of the London MagaThe children of Thomas Hood have wisely zine, which has passed into the hands of his chosen to make him as much as possible his friends Messrs. Taylor and Hessey. His own biographer, the means at their disposal first contributions to the magazine consisted for that purpose being not inconsiderable in of humorous notices and answers to correquantity, and very precious in kind. They spondents in the Lion's Head." * The consist of letters addressed to intimate friends Echo "in Hood's Magazine was a continua. chiefly during the last ten years of the writ- tion of this idea. Some of the replies to Er's life, and these the editors have connected imaginary letters were very quaint--for intogether by a modest thread of explanation stance :and comment, derived from their recollec

« VERITY. It is better to have an enlarged tions of a father who was the playfellow of heart than a contracted one, and even such a their childhood, and who made them his hæmorrhago as mine than a spitting of spite.” close companions to the last; for

say they,

“A Chapter on Bustles’ is under considerawe were never separated for any length of tion for one of our back-numbers.” time from our parents, neither of us having

“N.N. The most characteristic Mysteries been sent to a boarding-school, or in earlier of London' are those which have lately preyears confined to that edifying Botany Bay vailed on the land and the river, attended by the nursery-where children grow up by collisions of vessels, robberies, assault, accidents, the pattern of unwatched, uneducated, hired and other features of Metropolitan interests. If servants." They have done their work in a whom he names, let him try his hand at a gen

N.N. be ambitious of competing with the writer, thoroughly filial spirit, free from all desire of uino, solid, yellot November fog. It is dirty, self-display, and therefore they have done it dangerous, smoky, stinking, obscure, unwholefittingly, as every judicious reader will thank- some, and favorablo to vice and violence.' fully acknowledge. Thomas Hood was born on the 23d of

Among the contributors to the London May, 1799, in the Poultry, where Thomas, Magazine was John Hamilton Reynolds, his father, who was a Scotchman of cultivated whose sister Hood married, and conjointly taste, and an author of some popularity in with whom he wrote and published anonyhis day, carried on business as a bookseller. mously, “ Odes and Addresses to Great PeoSydney Smith's account of his earliest known ple," which had a great sale, and occasioned progenitor was that he disappeared suddenly no little speculation as to the author. Colerand forever in Assize time, and Thomas idge unhesitatingly declares that no other Hood the Second used to say that as his man could have written it than Charles

Lamb. grandmother was a Miss Armstrong, he was descended from two notorious thieves-Rob

On the 5th of May, 1824, the marriage of in Hood and Johnnie Armstrong. Little is my father and mother took place. In spite of known of his early years. Mr. Hessey, who all the sickness and sorrow that formed the greatwas intimate with his father, recollects him est portion of the after-part of their lives, the as “a singular child, silent and retired, with union was a happy, one. My mother was a much quiet humor, and apparently delicate woman of cultivated mind and literary tastes, in health.” One droll anecdote of this pe- such confidence in her judgment that he read,

and well suited to him as a companion. He had riod of his life has survived


others rélated by him to his son. He drew the figure and reread, and corrected with her all that lié of a demon with the smoke of a candle on to her, and her ready memory supplied him


wrote. Many of his articles were first dictated the staircase ceiling near his bedroom door his references and quotations. He frequently dicto frighten his brother. “ Unfortunately, he tated the first draft of his articles, although they forgot that he had done so, and, when he went were always finally copied out in his own pecul. to bed, succeeded in terrifying himselfinto fits iarly clear and neat writing, which was so legi. almost-while his brother had not observed ble and good, that it was once or twice begged the picture.” At the age of fifteen or six- by printers, to teach their compositors a first and teen he was articled to his uncle Mr. Sands, casy lesson in reading handwriting. Of late an engraver. His health having suffered years, my mother's time and thouglits were enfrom confinement he was sent to a relation tirely devoted to him, and he became restless

and almost seemed unable to write unless she in Scotland, where he remained some years were near. and made his first appearance in print ; but it “ The first few years of his married lifc were was not until the year 1821 that he adopted the most unclouded my father over knew. The

* Memorials of Thomas Hood. Collected, Ar- young couple resided for some years in Robert ranged, and Edited by his Daughter. With a Pref- Strect, Adelphi. Here was born their first child, ace and Notes by his Son. Illustrated with Copies which, to their great grief, scarcely survived its from his own Sketches. In two volumes. Pub-birth. In looking over some old papers, I found lished by Dloxon and Co.

a few tiny curls of golden hair, as soft as the



finest silk, wrapped in a yellow and time-worn | sea, but disliked the great ocean too much. paper inscribed in my father's handwriting to fulfil the intention. The only ground he 21 "Little cyes that scarce did see,

could imagine for this assertion was that he eitt. Little lips that never smiled;

had written in one of the Comics a burlesque 2013 Alas! my little dear dead child,

account of a landsman's sufferings in a first - Death is thy father and not mo,

voyage. Thus is contemporary biography CAT I but cmbrace thee, soon as he !?

written. The author of another memoir got 2. On this occasion, those exquisito lines of hold of a bit of truth as to Hood's mental charCharles Lamb's On an infant dying as soon as acter, but turned it into untruth by overstateborn,' wero written and sent to my father and ment when he said, “We believe his mind mother.

to be more serious, than comic; we have In 1826 appeared the first series of never known him laugh heartily either in “ Whims and Oddities” with the following company or in rhyme.” But the queerest " Dedication to the Reviewers”.

blunder was that made by Mr. Horne, when “ What is a modern poet's fate?

in The New Spirit of the Age, by a mistake To write his thoughts upon a slate :

of a single letter he gave to Mr. Hood the The critic spits on what is done,

pages descriptive of Mr. Hook, and enriched Gives it a wipc-and all is gone!” the self-knowledge of the former with the The first series reached a second edition

discovery that he was “a diner-out and a in the same year, and other works followed man about town,” and that he had given the in quick succession. In 1831-2, Hood

wrote world“ unfavorable views of human nature."

At the end of 1834, Hood suffered a very some pieces for the stage, and an entertainment for Charles Mathews the Elder, " who heavy loss by the failure of a firm, and be was heard by a friend most characteristically

came involved in pecuniary difficulties. The to remark that he liked the entertainment course he took to extricate himself is thus devery much, and Mr. Hood too, but that all scribed in a letter of his own :the time he was reading it, Mrs. Hood would ''Emulating the illustrious example of Sir keep snuffing the candles. This little fidgety Walter Scott, ho determined to try whether he observation," says Mrs. Broderip, very

could not scoro off his debts as effectually and much shocked my mother, and, of course, de- more creditably with his pen than with the legal lighted my father.” About this time the whitewash or a wet sponge. Ho had aforetime Duke of Devonshire asked Hood for a set of realized in one year a sum cqual to the amount

in titles for a door of sham books for the en- to expect that, by redoubled diligence, ccono

arrear, and thero was, consequently, fair reason trance of a library staircase at Chatsworth, mizing, and escaping costs at law, lo would soon and received a list of about four score among be ablc to retrievo his affairs. With theso views, which were,

The Life of Zimmermann. leaving every shilling behind him, derived from By Himself” (Zimmermann, the author of the salo of his effects, the means lie carried with Solitude); " Designs of Friezes. By Captain him being an advance upon his future labors, ho Parry; »s « On the Site of Tully's Offices ;"

voluntarily cxpatriated himself, and bade lis "On Sore Throat and the Migration of the native land good-night.”” Swallow. By T. Abernethy," etc. Hood As the readers of Up the Rhine are aware, was now living in a very pretty little cottage Hood started alone for the Rhineland, and in a pleasant garden on Winchmore Hill, finally fixed his residence at Coblentz, where which he quitted in 1832 for Lake House, he was joined by his family. The expatriation Wapstead, a beautiful but exceedingly incon- was in every way an unfortunate one. He Tenient old place. It was a bad exchange, was caught in the fearful and memorable and he always regretted it. Much of the storm of the 4th and 5th of March, 1835, scenery and description of his only completed when eleven vessels, including a Dutch East novel, Tylney Hall, was taken from Wan- Indiaman, were lost off the coast of Holland ; stead and its neighborhood. Here, as at and he attributed much of his subsequent Winchmore Hill, his life seems to have passed sufferings to the mental and bodily exhaussmoothly enough with the exception of some tion which attended this danger. He was sharp but comparatively harmless attacks of disgusted with the Rhinelanders, a mongrel illness. It was not until 1834 that his pe- race in whom he discovered all the bad qualcuniary troubles began and brought with ities of the French without the good ones of them continual aggravations of his bodily either French or Germans. They were all sufferings. He used to make frequent ex- comprised in two classes, Jew Germans and cursions to the sea, for which he had an ar- German Jews. The diet of the country was dent love, being an expert boatman and a wretched, and the domestic comforts few; good swimmer, as well as a poet; and he and be found that he and his might have was much amused when one of his contem- lived in England in the same squalid style poraries, in a little sketch of his life, gravely for the same money: “It is not pleasant," asserted that he had been destined for the' he says in one of his letters,



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pecuniary trifle to pay from twenty to thirty quaint and humorous fancies, for they were all per cent on your whole expenditure for being associated with memories of illness and anxiety. an Englishman-and you cannot avoid it; Although Hood's Comic Annual,' as he him. but it is still more vexatious to the spirit self used to remark with pleasure was in every and offensive to the mind to be everlastingly house seized upon, and almost worn out by the engaged in such a petty warfare for the de frequent handling of little fingere, his own chil.

dren did not enjoy it till the lapse of many years fence of your pocket, and equally revolting had mercifully softened down some of the sad to the soul to be unable to repose confidence recollections connected with it. The only article on the word or honesty of any human being that I can remember we erer really thoroughly around you.” The only fruit of his visit to enjoyed, was Mrs. Gardiner, a Horticultural Germany which might not as well have been Romance,' and even this was composed in bed. matured in England, was his Up the Rhine, But the illness he was then suffering from was the sale of which was spoiled by the dishon- only rheumatic fever, and not one of his danger. esty of his agent. The book is now entirely ous attacks, and he was unusually cheerful. He out of print; why is it suffered to remain so ? sat up in bed, dictating it to my mother, inter

Turning his back_with delight on Cob- rupted by our bursts of irrepressible laughter, as lentz, Hood went in June, 1837

to Ostend, a while laughing and relishing it as much as we

joke after joko came from his lips, he all the place which was very much to his liking did. But this was a rare-indeed almost soliuntil he found himself the victim of its ma- tary-instanco; for he could not usually write larious atmosphere, of which he felt the so well at any time as at night, when all tho effects as long as he lived. In July or Au- house was quiet. Our family rejoicings were gust, 1840, he finally returned to England, generally when the work was over, and we were utterly broken in health, but as strong in too thankful to be rid of tho harass and harry, to mind and as gallant in spirit as ever.

The care much for the results of such labor.” B- mentioned in the following extract

He had, for years past, known, as well from a letter, dated February, 1841, was the as his doctors, his own frail tenure of cxistence,

and had more than once, as he said himself, agent of whom we have already spoken.

'been so near death's door, he could almost " You will be gratified to hear that, without fancy ho heard the creaking of the hinges;' any knowledge of it on my part, the Literary and he was now fully aware that at last his fceble Fund (the members of the committee having step was on its very threshold. With this knowlfrequently inquired about my health, and the edge he wrote the following beautiful letter to B— business, of Dilkc), unanimously voted Sir Robert Peel-worthy of being the last letter mc £50, the largest sum they give, and, setting of such a man.

Dista aside their standing rules, to do it without my 'Dear Sir,- We are not to meet in the flesh. application. I, however, returned it (though it Given over by my physicians and by myself, I would have afforded me some caso and relics), am only kept alivo by frequent instalments of but for many and well-weighed reasons. I am, mulled port wine. In this extremity I feel a however, all the better for the offer, which places comfort, for which I cannot refrain from again mc in a good position. It was done in a very thanking you, with all tho sincerity of a dying gratifying and honorable manner, and I am the man,--and at the same time, bidding you a refirst who has said no.? But I am in good spectful farewell. spirits, and liope to get through all my troubles ««• Thank God! my mind is composed and my as independently as heretofore."

reason undisturbed, but my race as an author is In the August of the same year he was

run. My physical debility finds no tonic virtue made comparatively affluent by succeeding,

in a steel pon, otherwise I would have written on the death of Theodore Hook, to the edi- evil, or the danger of it, arising from a literary

one more paper-a forewarning one-against an torship of the New Alonthly, but he soon re- movement in which I have had some share, & signed it to edit Hood's Magazine which be- one-sided humanity, opposito to that. Catholic gan with the year 1844, and ended with its Shakspcarian sympathy, which felt with king proprietor's life on the 3d of May, 1845. well as peasant, and duly estimated the mortal That life had been truly a long disease, ag- temptations of both stations. Certain classes at gravated in its last ten years by care and the poles of society are already too far asunder; annoyances that “fell with a double weight it should be the duty of our writers to draw on the mind overtasked by such constant them nearer by kindly attraction, not to aggraand harassing occupation.” Very touchingly

vate the existing repulsion, and place a wider does his daughter say :

moral gulf between rich and poor, with hate on

the one sido and fear on the other. But I am “The income his works now produce to his too weak for this task, the last I had set myself; children, might then liavo prolonged his life for it is death that stops my pen, you sce, and not many years; although when we looked on the tho pension. calm, happy face after death, free at last from "God bless you, sir, and prosper all your tho painful expression that had almost become mcasures for the benefit of my beloved country. habitual to it, wo dared not regret the rest so “I have the honor to be, sir, your most long prayed for, and hardly won.”

grateful and obedient servant. His own family never enjoyed his

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