the sufferings of Christ. To those, indeed, | inducement so strong as thoughts of a deathwho were willing to converse on the subject, bed to make a Christian of him? Was it a he showed that never were men more mis- consideration of how to die, and not the love taken if they imagined they must sacrifice of Christ constraining—a force more mighty their mental manhood in order to have faith than a thousand deaths, which turned the face in the Redeemer, or if they supposed that of this young saint towards heaven? Let they must cease to employ their minds the nobody believe so unworthy an imagination ; moment they exercised faith in the Son of but while this fashion of religiousness con

od.” Who supposes any such thing, can tinues—while the living particulars of life are Mr. Brock tell us ? or if the thought should ignored and kept in the background, and all linger in the corners of some reluctant heart, the details of death commemorated with a who is bold enough to express it? We have hard fidelity, it is difficult to avoid thinking heard all our lives defences of religion against that, were it within the possibilities of human these imaginary assaults, but we are bound 10 belief, religious literature might indeed conconfess that the assaults themselves have vince us that religion was a system of heavinever come under our observation. The ness and gloom. peculiarities of pious people have given, and It is no such thing, as we all know; it is perhaps always will give, various points of not an ordeal of preparation for death inevivantage to the wit of the world, but the table, but the most living inspiration of all greatest scoffer against puritanism, or pietism, life; and if any one is daunted by the readnever ventures to affront his audience by an ing of those Memorials which commemorate insinuation that those manners which he young saints, let us beg them to remember caricatures are part of the necessary matter ihat every thing human has its fashion, and of Christianity. It is only through the apolo- that this is but the superficial mannerism of gies of religions writers that we find out this the time. Letters as same and tame and unaccusation ; and those apologies which tell us individual as though they were extracts from in a few hurried words that the hero was none in different sermons—the strange barter of the worse nor the sadder for his Christianity prayers, which seems in some circles a matter -that a

godliness had neither made him a of easy arrangement, a kind of friendly barsentimentalist nor a dolt,” and that life was gain—" God bless you for your letter, and pleasant to him now as heretofore ; and then also for your prayers, which I value more than hasten from that view of the subject, as if life I can express. As but a poor return, while I was rather an inferior matter, not worth live you shall have mine;" and all those extraspeaking of, to produce before us, as fruits of ordinary technicalities of a pious life, which, his religion, this deluge of pious superficial if we did not know to the contrary, we should exclamations, and the much speaking of those be half disposed to call profane, are in reality prayers and penitences—are indeed the only but a mask of the existence which they proreal arguments we ever heard of in favor of fess to reveal. Good works and Christian their own statement, that piety is associated charities, as true as pure religion can make with gloom. It is safer for a man to believe them, lie under all this babble of ill-advised that people who share the same nature feel but well-meaning words; and ridicule, howsomewhat as he does, than that he alone is ever the productions tempt it, is a weapon enlightened and the whole world lies in dark- which we would be grieved to remember we ness. Every man, certainly, whom one meets had ever used against the originators of the is not a Christian ; but every man, one time same, At the same time, we cannot but conor another, has felt something of want and template with sadness the singular aspect of deficiency aching at his heart, and knows, this branch of literature; it is popular beyond though he may neither acknowledge it nor all parallel : critics frown upon the books and act upon the knowledge, that the faith of God sneer at them, but the public gives golden does not bring melancholy, but is the inspira- laurels to salve the scratches made by the tion of true life. Yet if any thing could per- critic, and buys up by the thousand those suade us of so inhuman and unnatural a trim little octavoes, where works of higher statement, it would be to see how good pretence drop into circulation only one by people take their pleasure sadly at death-beds one. Yet it is impossible not to perceive that and in sick-rooms, how the lighter literature this class of writing, magnanimously indifferof religion is almost all elegiac, and how ent to natural truth, is like nothing else in death itself holds something like a professional earth or heaven, and specially is as far differplace in the agencies of modern piety. One ent and widely distinct from the lives and of the heroes of this class of books--we be- words of the Scriptures as it is possible to lieve Hedley Vicars himself—laments the imagine. From whence does it spring, and time when he lived without a thought of a why is its popularity? We give up the riddle deathbed and a day of judgment. This was to more ingenious imaginations; it is quite a young man, and a soldier. Was there no beyond any solution of ours.


From Household Words. not hold with that popular delusion of my THE LADY ON THE MALL.

sex, that every woman who casts her eyes WHEREVER I go I carry with me my specu- upon me does so with nefarious designs on lative fancies about things and people that I my affections, or that a frank good-humored see. Perhaps it is a diseased or morbid state manner is a guileful trap laid to catch my unof mind superinduced by much solitude; but wary hand; so, when the lady passed and whether or no, I do not care to be delivered looked in with a pair of remarkable eyes, from it, as it is company for me, and engrosses instead of hastily concealing myself, I looked me as completely as I have observed that most after her with some astonishment that she chronic physical ailments engross their own- should choose such weather for her walk.

I am looking out upon the Mall at Old- She stopped and gazed through the iron railport, the pleasantest walk in the outskirts of ings across the bit of garden straight at me, This garrisoned place, where I am located for and then I perceived that, in those large rea change and holiday. Its ancient trees form markable eyes of hers, there was no longer a dreamy shelter from the fierceness of the any charm for the heart of man : the Lady summer sun, which the lovely fields and open on the Mall was mad... Touched with pity, downs lack. Give me shade and the sun I called out to ask her if she would come in shining beyond for enjoyment; a glow just for shelter until the rain was over. She stirred by the air amongst the leaves; not the shook her head; but I pressed my invitation blinding tropical glare in which I see some more kindly; yet she only smiled, sighed, and people revel—one lady especially—a lady to spreading out her hands with a gesture of whom, from her unfailing daily appearance indifference, replied, “ Thanks, sir, but I can there, I have given the name of the Lady on bear the rain. Still did I hear aright--that the Mall.

you asked me under your roof? ” At one particular point of this public prom- I answered, Yes : that I should be very enade, about half-a-dozen of the stately, glad if she would come in and rest; but, after full-foliaged elms have been removed-per- another prolonged stare, she smiled, sighed, haps by natural decay,—but as probably by and spread out her hands, again saying some riolent storm; and all the blaze of noon “Oh, I don't mind the rain at all. Thanks. seems to concentrate itself on the bare spot. Neither the wind nor the rain. I have been It is a bit of arid desert in a land of green- out in worse than this. Much worse than ness;

the grass of the bank is scorched this.” brown, the sandy path is parched and cracked ; She did not attempt to move on, but was yet just there, when the heat is most fervent, obstinate about not sheltering. She stood and ererybody else is glad to creep into any and watched me through the railings until place for shelter, comes out the Lady on the every garment she wore clung to her with wet. Mall to bask and sun herself.

Perceiving that she was determined not to I noticed her from the first day that I en- come in, I suggested to her the propriety of tered on my lodgings. Soon after twelve going home. had struck by the church clock which regulates “ I will go, when it is over,” said she, shudall the clocks in Oldport, I saw her advancing dering:

Ι slowly under the trees until she reached the I told her I did not think that it would be open space; and there she sat down, and over for a long time; it looked like a day set stared at the dazzling sky for an hour or so; in for wet. after which she rose and walked back in the Oh, the rain ? I did not mean that,” redirection from whence she had come. That plied she. Oh, no; the execution.” glowing atmosphere burnt on for a week, She then made me a polite Low, and walked deepening in intensity daily; but regularly, forward towards the town: as one o'clock as the hour drew round, appeared the Lady struck she came back, and, stopping in the on the Mall. That week was succeeded by same place, said: stormy weather; a terrible tempest broke “Ah, sir, they have taken his body down orer the district, and left behind skirmishing - he is dead now;" after an instant's pause troops of clouds which dissolved in sudden she grasped one of the rails, and shook it, showers of extraordinary violence. But the exclaiming vehemently: “ Jealousy is the rain did not keep the lady in-doors. She Devil !” and then started off up the Mall. was out on the Mall just as usual; only, in- Here was the germ of some mysterious stead of resting on the bank, she walked to tragedy, before the facts of which speculation and fro.

recoiled, baffled. She seemed to be from forty It was in the course of one of these heavy to forty-five years of age, with a tall, graceful showers that I obtained my first close look at air and shape; her features were thin to her face. I was sitting at the open parlor emaciation, but regular ; and her eyes were window, (for the wet drove the other way,) black as midnight, with an insane light in when she came past and looked in. I do their depths, now dreamy, now glittering.

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Her hair was perfectly grey, and she dressed | misfortune, makes my soul shiver ; rather let in plain, grave colors, like half mourning them blossom, as blossom all the passionShe had the general aspect of belonging to flowers I ever loved, upon a solitary grave. the educated classes of society, and spoke Let me trace this girl's story on. No doubt with a correct accent and rather pleasant in- remains with me that she gave her whole tonation. When she clutched the railing, I soul with her love; hers was no stinting had observed upon her hand the glitter of a nature, as I read it in those gloomy eyes; it wedding ring

was bountiful, and warm, and mellow as July. Most idle persons are inquisitive; I am in- Yes, I think once it was as a rich inexquisitive; but more, I think from habit than haustible treasure, from which might have nature : still the result is the same. This poor been gathered by a hand faithful as well as lady's ways, words, and appearance excited my tender the heart-sustenance of a long, long curiosity vividly, and the next time my land- life ; but, it was a hand worse than wasteful, lady made her appearance in my room, I that could pull down its safe enclosure, and asked: “ Can you tell me who that lady is let in upon the ripened harvest such a seawho comes out upon the Mall every day about flood of suffering and wrong as had made her noon?”

soul desolate for ever, as a land sown with “Oh, she is crazy, sir ; she is a Mrs. Bond ; salt. I see her passing forward from the and folks do say that her husband was hanged gentle, all-hoping, all-believing time of maidenas much as six-and-twenty years ago. I can't hood, to the fair, blushing bride, sweet, loving undertake to speak to the truth of it myself, but wife,-never, oh! never a mother! That holy that is what I've heard. She is well enough grace came not to her, else there would not off for money, and lives up at Doctor Cruse's. be that fatal fire-nıark on her heart to-day: She came there a young widow as long since Jealousy is the Devil. as I tell you—better than six-and-twenty A little while of the great, the intense hap

piness, and then, methinks, I see a weariness I had, I thought, no right to penetrete fur- in the lover-husband, a distrust in the young ther ; but, out of these prominent though wife, and a cloud rising lightly at first, but slender outlines, my imagination sought to deepening and increasing until it becomes a construct a complete and finished edifice. blackness of darkness for ever.

She is on That white worn face became rejuvenated the watch, always on the watch. Every with the bloom of seventeen; those passion- bright, captivating women's face he lets his ate eyes beamed with innocent love ; that eyes rest on for a moment is to her more grey hair crowned the sweet brow with grape dreadful than a basilisk’s. At first, all women; like clusters ; those dry haggard lips swelled then one woman in particular, is her deadly with the rosy warmth of budding youth- rival. He can mock at her pain ; he can above all, that maiden heart had not branded parade his power, he can show her others, upon it, in unavailing remorse and sorrow, and fairer than herself, dwelling on his words, that key-note of her history, Jealousy is the courting his approval and admiration. He Devil. I saw her happy in a happy home; thinks it is a little thing to stab a wife's heart the vivifying sunshine of the family; quick of with pin-pricks every day; she will never die temper; lavish of affection and exacting of its of the torture-women, wives especially, are too; proud in character, brilliant of intellect, so patient. Patient? Yes, patient, if they witty of speech, generous of hand; a beauti- cease to love ; but, where that survives, ful human creature; faulty, but capable of Jealousy is the Devil! great things, either for good or for evil as the Every tender sentiment, every gentleness temptations of life might turn. The grand of woman-nature, is scorched and withered crisis of woman's existence had not taxed her under its deadly heat. Amongst their blackstrength with any disappointment: she loved, ened relics, and under that furnace-glow, but and she had love at her desire. Happy days one plant will thrive and blossom—that plant of courtship, whose slight showers only served is Revenge, and its fruit is Death. to brighten the sunshine, floated over her in In her passionate heart it grew and blosblessed calm. I have a tender sympathy for somed fast. He had dangerous secrets: the all young creatures dwelling in this sweet law should be hier blood-hound, and hunt him May-month of life ; it pleases me inexpressi- down. She, to whom he was unfaithfuil, she bly to watch the shy delights, the quick at whose remonstrances he laughed, would alarms that tremble like sun and cloud on the set it on his traces. He should be broken opening flowers of love; I like to see them from her rival. He should be at her mercy. gathered tenderly and stored for their en- Revenge conceives designs quickly, and will during sweetness in two hearts united; but not tarry ere it brings them forth. He is beto see them rudely torn up and scattered to trayed. She, who would once have died for the winds, or trampled down with reckless him, is his betrayer. Did she think, I wonder, feet, or blasted by an east wind of pitiless did she ever think, that she was betraying

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him to his death? In the name of woman- | She has not seen him. She is in despair. She hood, I hope not !

escapes from those who watch her, and hangs He is in prison now, and already repentance on the skirts of that awful crowd. She is stings her. He will not see her when she quite, quite mad now. She can bear to listen goes to his cell. He will send her no mes to the bell that tolls for the dying. She can sage, and he will receive none. He knows bear to listen to the coarse comments. Who who has wrought his destruction. She was could, that was not mad ? For the penalty pitiless for him, and he will be pitiless for of her great sin, every day at noon her disber. The day of trial comes: she cannot eased imagination reproduces the scene of her bear witness against him, or for him, but husband's death, with no ghastly detail others have his secrets who can, and she may omitted.. listen while each link of evidence is added What his crime was, speculation passes on, and repentance harasses her in vain. It over : he died thus, and her jealousy killed is over. They tell her he is to die. She hears him. Her punishment is by far the more the doom pronounced. Then and there only, terrible, and her sin was the greater. do his eyes meet hers, and in them such an Ah me! what sorrow there is in the world! agony of dread, reproach, and misery light- How pale and colorless are these shadows I ens, as she cannot endure to see. She is have made from fancy of this grand tragedy seized with a sudden frenzy, and cries: “I of a woman's life. We see the rack ; but our hare killed my husband : Jealousy is the limbs must lie on it, wrenched and broken, Devil.”

ere we can estimate its torture, as our soul She entreats that she may kneel at his feet, must writhe in remorse unavailing, and the and be forgiven; but his answer to her pray- quickest pangs that human feeling can endure, ers is always, “ No.”. Others he will receive, ere we can appreciate that daily outcry of the but her he repels with detestation. The ter- Lady on the Mall. rible interval is past, the death-day is come.


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HUMILITY. - It is out of a broken heart that Crinoline, in strict propriety, means the pettiall truly loly affections do flow. Christian coat, originally made of horse hair, which caused affections are like Mary's precious ointment that the clothes to stick out. Other things are now she poured on Christ's head, that filled the whole used for that purpose; steel springs and hoops, house with a sweet odor. That was poured out straw-bands, and rings and tubes of vulcanized of an alabaster box; so gracious affections flow India-rubber blown up. These things are now ont of a broken heart. Gracious affections are the quasi-Crinoline; and to Crinoline, considlike those of Mary Magdalene, who also poured ered as meaning them, there is no objection. precious ointment on Christ, out of an alabaster The distinction ought to be observed. The broken box, anointing therewith the feet of male mind, usually analytic, has regarded feJesus, when

she had washed them with her tears, male attire too synthetically. A corresponding and wiped them with the hair of her head. All mistake on the part of a lady would be that of gracious affections, that are a sweet odor to confounding the drawers of a fop with his pegChrist, and that fill the soul of a Christian with tops, under the name of leggings, if a lady could an heavenly sweetness and fragrancy, and broken- utter such a word, or of " looses,” if that exhearted love. The desires of the saints, however pression were now substituted for “tights.” Crincarnest, are humblo desires; their hope is hum-Oline, in fact, is the sensible part of an otherwise ble; and their joy, even when it is unspeakable absurd dress. It is necessary to a lady's locoand full of glory, is an humble, broken-hearted motion. It keeps off the monstrous dress, joy, and leaves the Christian more poor in spirit, which, of itself, would insuperably encumber and more like a little child, and more disposed her and impede her progress, so far as to enable to a universal lowliness of behavior. - Edwards her to walk a little. We have ascertained this on the Affections.

fact from a rational lady, obliged by the tyr

anny of custom to follow a fashion of which she As APOLOGY For CRINOLINE. - Crinoline does not approve. Let not Crinoline, then, be has become a general term, used to express the any more abused as Crinoline, since it subserves a sum total of the long clothes which surround purpose of some utility, suspending the garments the nether proportions of a lady, and were in- of the softer sex, and enabling tho wearer to disyented to conceal large feet and perhaps bun charge the functions of a clothes-horse with the ions. It should be borne in mind, however, that least possible inconvenience.- Punch.



From The Spectator. is some pleasant gossip about domestic trouMRS. EDMUND HORNBY'S STAMBOUL.* bles from servants to provisions and prices.

MR. HORNBY was one of the Commissioners of the Turkish loan, and in the autumn of “ The village women here seem to be per1855, Mrs. Hornby accompanied him to Con- fectly uneducated, and there was no such stantinople, remaining there for upwards of a thing as a workwoman at Orta-kioy. Pertwelvemonth. Of her outward voyage and haps, after waiting for weeks, we might have the incidents and observations of her residence secured the services of a French upholsterer she wrote full accounts to her friends at home, from Pera, at a great expense; but you at in a graceful, glowing, half-poetical style, full once see that the only plan is to help yourself of family feeling, but sometimes too brilliant in every way as much as possible, unless you with excess of color and brightness. Of these have a complete staff of your own, which all apparently unpruned letters, the volumes be- large families, whether Turkish, Greek, Arfore us consist.

menian, or European, have. It is difficult to Notwithstanding the elegant animation of get good servants here. The educated ones the writer, In and Around Stamboul would are very clever, and ask high wages, especially have had slender interest but for her long during the war. The mass, as I have said, sojourn. The beauties of Constantinople have are perfectly ignorant, and almost useless to been a stock subject with travellers from the civilized people. However, their lives and time of Lady Wortley Montagu. Since steam ways are so utterly different from ours,

that it brought the Bosphorus within range of the always seems rather absurd to me to hear the grand tour, every charm that attracted the English complain of them. Give them iheir eye, or every Eastern singularity, especially of pilauf, their old divan, a little sunshine under an annoying nature, that forced itself upon the a ragged vine in summer, and a brass pan full excursionist's attention, has become stale by of charcoal in winter, and voilà tout. All repeated description. The changes wrought articles of clothing are bought ready-made, by the war, which socially were at their height and made by men, in the bazaars ; the national during Mrs. Hornby's residence, might give a shirt, of Broussa gauze, admits of and requires fresh and striking character to Stamboul ; /'but little washing; consequently workwomen but these peculiarities had been described by and washerwomen are not indigenous to the various pens, including those of “our own soil, although no doubt the increasing taste correspondent." These changes by crowding for dressing in the European fashion, among the hotel at Pera with guests, and Pera itself the higher class of Greeks and Armenians, with very indifferent specimens of western will soon make them so. The people of the Christianity and civilization, luckily induced villages seem very hopeless and helpless, and Mrs. Hornby to take a kiosk, or as we should care to do nothing. Certainly their wants say a cottage, at Orta-kioy, a village in the are but few, but how they live is a marvel, for neighborhood of the capital. It was her you see them silently sitting in a mouldy residence here, and in the summer of 1856, shop, in which there is nothing to sell. at one of Prince's Islands, that gives novelty * Meat is now about eight piastres (a piastre and interest to her letters ; for she was thus is about twopence] the "oke,' i.e. two pounds in a degree introduced to the people and the and a half English weight; tea, as in Engreal life of Turkey. She of course became land; coffee, very cheap. The Turkish breaa acquainted with the family of her landlady, is made of leaven, and to my taste extremely an Armenian widow lady, one of whose sons nasty. It is made up into various shapes ; understood Italian ; she knew by sight the sometimes into huge loaves, or flat, like paninhabitants of the village, though she was cakes, or in wreaths, and scattered over with hardly on speaking terms ” with any one, a kind of caraway-seed, when it is called for the sufficient reason that neither party semeet. had what Jack would call the '" lingo.

“We have heard of an American missionary Domestic details formed the most curious baker at the village of Bebec, near here, and part of her novel experience. The troubles some day I shall take a caïque and go in she had with her Greek and Armenian ser- search of him ; especially as Bebec is one of vants, the difficulties in getting the place the most picturesque villages on the Bosphocleaned and made habitable, the discomforts rus. Vegetables and fruit are very cheap, when weather was bad, the pleasures when it and, even in this miserable village, the stalls was fine, her different pets, and the various in the narrow and filthy “street' are prettily traits of village life and native manners that laid out in a morning; Here too, in large fell under observation, form a curious picture baskets, one sees the fish of the Bosphorus in of life in Turkey—for there were too many singular variety; red mullet, sword-fish, turforeign elements to call it Turkish life. Here bot, soles, beautiful little mackerel, and the

* In and Around Stamboul. By Mrs. Edmund shining many-colored enchacted' fish,' of Hornby. In two volumes. Published by Bentley. I which I have told you before, besides several


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