tears in her eyes. “ Let it be, then, as that he would wish to be alone, so I followed though it had never been, except to teach you my aunt quickly out of the room. Mr. Ellison's lesson,” she said. She then ap- She turned kindly round, and despatched proached my guardian. “I knew not,” she me on some message as of old; I felt I was foradded in a softened tone, and holding out her given! Before fulfilling it, I ran into my hand with an air of respect,“ how much you room, and shut the door ; then kneeling down lost some years ago by Clement's death. by the bedside, I prayed as I had not before Henceforth, you and I will be better friends." done, with softened heart and contrite tears,

Mr. Ellison pressed her hand in silence; I for God's forgiveness. saw he could not speak; I had an instinct Those few hours have influenced a lifetime.



From Notes and Queries. Sleep is a death ; 0 make me try, BISHOP KEN AND SIR TIIOMAS BROWNE.

By sleeping, what it is to die !

And as gently lay my head Turning to Bishop Ken, I would observe On my grave, as now my bed. that, in his excellent life of this prelate, Mr. Anderdon has given the three well-known These are my drowsy days ; in vain hymns “ word for word,” as frst penned.

I do now wake to sleep again. These, Mr. A. tells us, are found, for the first

O come that hour when I shall never time, in the copy of the Manual of Prayers

Sleep again, but wake forever ! for the Use of the Winchester Scholars, printed in 1700. The bishop's versions vary so very

Guard me 'gainst those watchful foes, inaterially from those to which we have been Whose eyes are open while mine close ; accustomed from childhood, that these origi

Let no dreams my head infest, nal copies are very interesting. Indeed, with

But such as Jacob's temples blest. in five years after their first appearance, and during the author's life, material changes were made, several of which are retained to the present bour. It must be admitted that Awake, my soul, and with the sun some of the stanzas, as they first came from

Thy daily stage of duty run. the bishop's pen, are singularly rugged and inbarmonious, alınost justifying the request

Teach me to live that I may dread made by the lady to Byron (as I have stated

The grave as little as my bed. elsewhere*), or to revise and polish the

O when shall I in endless day bishop's poems. How came these hymns, Forever chase dark sleep away, so far the most popular of his poetical works,

And endless praise with th' heavenly choir, to be omitted by Hawkins in his collected

Incessant sing and never tire ! edition of the poems, printed in 4 vols., 1721 ? My present object is to call your attention

You, my blest Guardian, whilst I sleep, to à « Midnight Hymn," by Sir Thomas

Close to my bed your vigils keep? Browne, which will be found in his works Divine love into me instil, (vol. ii., p. 113, edit. Wilkin). Cap there Stop all the avenues of ill. be a question that to it Ken is indebted for some of the thoughts and expressions in two

Thought to thought with my soul converse, of his own hymns ?

Celestial joys to me rehearse ; The good bishop's fame will not be lessened

And in my stead, all the night long, by his adopting what was good in the works Sing to my God a grateful song. of the learned physician. He doubtless thought far more of the benefit which he could

In the work referred to one of the most render to the youthful Wykehamists, than of valuable and best edited of modern days – either the originality or smoothness of his own Mr. Wilkin, when speaking of a fine passage verses.

on music in the Religio Medici (vol. ii., p. 106), asks whether it may not have suggested

to Addison the beautiful conclusion of his While I do rest, my soul advance ;

Hymn on the Glories of Creation :
Make my sleep a holy trance ;
That I may, my rest being wrought,

What tho’in solemn silence, all, &c.
Awake into some holy thought,
And with an active vigor run

This passage in Sir Thomas Browne appears
My course, as does the nimble sun.

forcibly to have struck the gifted author of

Confessions of an English Opium-cater (see p. * Sketch of Bishop Kon's Life, p. 107.

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From the Spectator. Isles without education, and their children, LIFE IN THE CLEARINGS V. THE BUSH.* whom the gains of their parents have edu

Tus title is rather inaccurate. Mrs. Moo- cated. It may be 80, although that does not die’s new work does not present the same way much for the sort of education given in

Canada; practical picture of daily life and family ad- the United States, where the remark does not

but the same thing takes place in venture among gentleman colonists, who have been wise enough to settle upon a cleared apply. farm with plenty of neighbors in a similar

Tired and ill, I was glad to lie down in one of position, as her Roughing it in the Bush the berths in the ladies cabin tò rest, and, if exhibited of the struggles of a half-pay offi- possible, to obtain a little sleep. This I soon cer in attempting the part of a backwoodsman found was out of the question. Two or three and clearing the forest himself. Something and their grandmother, a very nice-looking old

poisy, spoiled children kept up a constant din ; of Canadian life among the better classes in lady, who seemed nurse-general to them all, or near towns is delineated, and descriptions endeavored in vain to keep them quiet. Their are given of Kingston and Torouto. In an mother was reading a novel, and took it very account of Belleisle, where Mrs. Moodie re- easy ; reclining on a comfortable sofa, she left sides, the reader is presented with a view of her old mother all the fatigue of taking care the changes which a few years make in Upper of the children and waiting upon herself. Canada in a settlement that succeeds; and This is by no means an uncommon trait of many sketches of colonial manners and amuse- Canadian character. In families belonging more ments are found in the volume. As a whole, especially to the middle class, who have raised however, Life in the Clearings wants spon- themselves from a lower to a higher grade, the taneity and a sense of reality. There is too mother, if left in poor circumstances, almost much of digression and disquisition

as in invariably holds a subordinate position in her an article on Wearing Mourning for the Dead, wealthier son or daughter's family. She superand another on Education. Tales, rather laid intends the servants, and nurses the younger in America than closely illustrative of the ber of minute domestic labors, that allow her

children ; and her time is occupied by a numwriter's avowed object, and partaking too much of the common magazine story, are in- very little rest in her old age.

I have seen the grandmother in a wealthy troduced. They want closeness, strength, and family ironing the fine linen, or broiling over dramatic character.

the cook-stove, while her daughter held her place The effyrt of the writer to impart connec- in the drawing room. tion to her papers has contributed to give the Age in Canada is seldom honored. You would book something of the inade-up character it imagine it almost a crime for any one to grow undoubtedly possesses. The framework is a old with such slighting, cold indifference are voyage on Lake Ontario and the Niagara river the aged treated by the young and strong. It from the writer's residence to the Fülls. As is not unusual to hear a lad speak of his father, long as the articles introduced are directly perhaps in the prime of life, as the “old felconnected with the journey – as the districts low,” the “old boy, and to address a grayor the cities on the banks of the lake, which haired man in this disrespectful and familiar

This may not be apparent to the the steamer sees or calls at. the description natives themselves, but it never fails to strike is appropriate. When night or some other

every stranger that visits the colony. interruption is made an excuse for spinning a To be a servant is a lot sufficiently hard yarn or introducing a discussion, the artificial to have all your actions dictated to you by character of the scheme is too apparent. It the will of another to enjoy no rest or recreawould have been better to limit the book tion but such as is grnnted as a very great directly to the voyage, or to have published favor ; but to be a humble dependent in old the papers as what they are — a series of age on children, to whom all the best years tales and sketches relating to Canada.

of your life were devoted with all the energy

But Although Life in the Clearings is not en- of maternal love, must be sad indeed. titled to tảke high rank either as a book use they submit with great apparent cheerfulness, fully informing respecting a new country or and seem to think it necessary to work for

the shelter of a child's roof, and the bread as a production of pure belles lettres, some

they eat. useful inforination will be found in it, and

“You are wrong, sir, it is not so a good deal of light and pleasant reading “ Mamma, that is not true ; I know better," respecting Canadian life and manners. The

are expressions which I have heard with painfollowing, however, is not a pleasant picture ful surprise from young people in this counof the rising generation's contempt for age. try ; and the parents have sunk into silence, eviMrs. Moodie is inclined to ascribe it in part dently abashed at the reproof of an insolent child. to the intellectual difference between the old As in the United States, and all new colocolonists, who have come from the British nies where life is frequently risked and time

* Life in the Clearings versus the Bush. By Mrs. is too much occupied to be given to reflecMoodie, Author of " Roughing it in the Bush,” tion, death is little thought of. In the &c. Published by Bentley.

following anecdotes, the unsophisticated Ca



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nadians appear not to have learned to affect A humming and purring

All about and about? the solemn on appropriate occasions.

'Tis from souls let out, It is certain that death is looked upon by

From their day-prisons freed, many Canadians more as a matter of business,

and joying in release, and a change of property into other hands, than as a real domestic calamity. I have heard

For no slumber they need. people talk of the approaching dissolution of

Shining through this veil of peace their nearest ties with a calm philosophy which

Love now pours her omnipresence, I never could comprehend. - Mother is old

And various nature and delicate ; we can't expect her to last long,"

Feels through every feature says one. My brother's death has been looked

The joy intense, for these several months past; you know he's in

Yet so passionless, the consumption.” My husband asked the son

Passionless and pure ; of a respectable farmer, for whom he entertained

The human mind restless an esteem, how his father was, for he had not

Long could not endure. seen him for some time. "I guess," was the reply, “ that the old man 's fixing for the other

But hush while I tell, world.” Another young man, being asked by

As the shrill whispers flutter my friend, Captain to spend the evening at his house, replied “ No, can't — much

Through the pores of the sea

Whatever they utter obliged ; but I'm afeared that grandfather will

I'll interpret to thee. give the last kicks while I'm away.”

King Nepture now craves
From Notes and Queries.

Of his turbulent vassals

Their workings to quell ; A POEM BY SHELLEY, NOT IN HIS WORKS.

And the billows are quiet, The following poem was published in a Though thinking on riot. South Carolina newspaper in the year 1839.

On the left and the right The person who communicates it states that In ranks they are coiled up,

Like snakes on the plain ; it was among the papers of a deceased friend,

And each one has rolled up in a small packet, endorsed " A letter and two

A bright flashing streak poems written by Shelley the poet, and lent to

Of the white moonlight me by Mr. Trelawney in 1823. I was pre

On his glassy green neck ; vented from returning them to him, for which

On every one's forehead I am sorry, since this is the only copy of them

There glitters a star, - they have never been published. Upon

With a hairy train this poem was written, “ Given to me by

Of light floating from afar, Shelley, who composed it as we were sailing And pale or fiery red. one evening together.'

Now old Æolus goes

To each muttering blast

Scattering blows ;
Hush ! hark! the Triton calls

And some he binds fast
From his hollow shell,

In hollow rocks vast,
And the sea is as smooth as a well :

And others he gags
For the winds and the waves

With thick heavy foam.
In wild order form,

'Twing them round
To rush to the halls


sharp rugged crags
And the crystal-roofed caves
Of the deep, deep ocean,

That are sticking out near,

Growls he, “ for fear
To hold consultation

They all should rebel,
About the next storm.

And so play hell.”
The moon sits on the sky

Those that he bound,
Like a swan sleeping

Their prison-walls grasp,
On the stilly lake :

And through the dark gloom
No wild breath to break

Scream fierce and yell ;
Her smooth massy light

While all the rest gasp,
And ruffle it into beams :

In rage fruitless and vain.

Their shepherd now leuves them
The downy clouds droop

To howl and to roar
Like moss upon a tree ,
And in the earth's bosom grope

Of his presence bereaves them,

To feed some young breeze
Dim vapors and streams.

On the violet odor,
The darkness is weeping,

And to teach it on shore
0, most silently !

To rock the green trees.
Without audible sigh

But no more can be said
All is noiseless and bright.

Of what was transacted
Still 't is living silence here,

And what was enacted
Such as fills not with foar.

In the heaving abodes
Ab, do you not hear

Of the great sea-gods.

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From Bentley's Miscellany. I gave lessons to some pupils, one so fair DINING OUT FOR THE PAPERS. 80 (but I'll you about her another day);

and besides, I do believe I was stupid. At

all events, there I was, Artium BaccalauI was sitting in my attic, very high indeed, reus, My great-go passed, and the up a collegiate Jacob's ladder, in St. John's, world, that very extensive and variegated Cam. My pipe and fire had gone out toge- prospect, before me. I was not fit for the ther. The festivities of Grouter's party on church, for the law, or for the dispensary. the other side of the quadrangle, as they cele- It is an awfully abrupt thing when, at twobrated the wranglership of that worthy, but and-twenty, a young gentleman, without any intense, “old stupid," sounded through my money, is told, “ Now, my dear fellow, go dreary domicile.

forth and make your fortune,” or when he I, too, had run my academic race; but has to ask himself, “ What the deuce am I alas! I had been distanced - beaten from the to do now?" I felt it so, I can assure you. very start. I had worked hard, to be sure, There was Grouter; now, as sure as fate, he'll for many years ; but the conviction settled be a bishop, or, if very ill treated, a dean. slowly down on me that I could not do it. I He is heavy and honorable — ponderous, upnever got on well at lecture the Reverend right, and philosophical to a degree a hardJack Lupus was always down on me (I was n't working sizar, whom Mr. Sine, our crack on his side, it is true, but then he changed tutor, coached up for the glory of his " side," sides to have a full opportunity for a cut at and to uphold " John's” against her snubby me). Proctors were always taking me up on neighbor, Trinity. But he is made to get on; suspicion, and discharging me with apologies; and the Earl of Grampound, a great whig

- the proctoring became known - the apol- peer, has already engaged him at a fabulous ogies were never heard of. I used now and stipend to make the grand tour with Lord then to take a quiet pull from Logan's to Sarum ; and as he is a tremendous Grecian, Chesterton. It was forth with hinted I was he is safe on his way to the New Palace always on the water instead of reading; and at Westminster. There's Sandstone, the once having been found in a secluded walk hardest-going fellow that ever spirted up the with a cigar in my mouth, I was made the river; but he came up from Winchester, has theme of an eloquent discourse by Gubbins, coached carefully, and is sure of his fellowship our tutor, who got so confused between King after to-day. There 's — but what is the use James' “ Counterblast to Tobacco" (from of all this? What am I to do? My eye fell which he quoted copiously), the Apocalypse mechanically on the newspaper which had and Gregory the Ninth, that he identified been left in my room by Grouter, when I one with the other at last, and never got right, refused to join his party, with the remark, that all through his sermon ; which had, however, “there were some instructive remarks, highly the effect of damaging me greatly with the adapted for a contemplative state of mind, in “ heads of houses.' But the thing that de- the Right Honorable Lord Cinderley's speech, cided my fate was my inability to pay the at the Destitute Goldsmiths' and 'Jewellers’ reverend driver - our crack “ coach" - the annual dinner,” and so, to divert my thoughts see necessary to come out in honors. I sa from myself and my fortunes, I turned, with this without disrespect to anybody - even to a grim smile of satisfaction, to read the the reverend driver, the coach — he was aw- debate on a matter in which I had not the fully slow, but dreadfully sure, that's certain. smallest interest, “ the income tax.” As I I don't mean to assert that fees are demanded read on, I came across the florid reference of for honors by the authorities — far from it -- Mr. Shiel to the gentlemen of the press in but just go to Cambridge, and get honors with the reporters' gallery ; and first, I was astonout a coach, or get a coach without paying ished to find they came within the tax at all, for that pleasant mode of classical and mathe- and next, that the accomplished little orator matical locomotion, and then — why then who was talking of them should have carI'll engage to give you one of the new East ried with him the applause of the house when India cadetships, when they are thrown open giving a highly eulogistic sketch of their atto public competition. Public schoolmen do tainments and abilities. My slight knowlit sometimes; sometimes, too, men tie wet edge of the mysterious operations of that towels round their heads every night for great agent was derived from occasionally years, and “read” till their brains are as seeing a red-faced, dirty, bald-headed man, limp, and watery as the flas outside their in a state of extremest seediness, attending skulls, make a dash at first class and wrang- the meetings of a political club of which I lership, get either or both, and then quietly was a member, as the representative of the retire into some hole or corner to die in their county luminary,” which certainly cast a laurels. But as a rule, the coaches are the most unsteady and alcoholic light on most of boys - I could not afford a coach I could the topics presented to it by the gentleman in not read continuously-for, on the sly, question. The idea suddenly flashed across

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me, that I would join the press ; it seemed | perties of Hodge's Balm of Gilead - I easy work, was more lucrative than I had tremble and am silent. imagined, and I was astonished to find it Dammer soon found out I was as nearly respectable. I remembered that a great useless for his purposes, or, indeed, for most friend of mine, little Beerington, of Magdalen, things, as a good university education could knew the editor of the great metropolitan have rendered me, and was evidently much journal, “ The Morning Deflagrator, very perplexed. He could not throw me overwell, and my plan was made out at once. that was out of the question ; Tom Beering

A few days completed all my arrangements. ton had written him such a letter, had recalMy compact little rooms, overlooking the led so many boasts and promises, and had Bridge of Sighs, was handed over to a lanky put on the screw with such vigor, that Damhospitaller, and I was on my way to London, mer was afraid of cutting of the supplies of much cheered by Beerington's assurances that fat round haunches, of birds, hares, grouse, I would find Mr. Dammer, the editor, a of good mounts and runs, and dinners, which “most regular good brick as ever was !” “The Swill,” my friend's family mansion, had

Why are newspaper offices always foci of always afforded him in due season, if he did dirty little boys? Why are they interiorly not do “ something devilish handsome and seedy exceedingly? (there is, to be sure, one permanent for my best friend, Wentworth exception probably, the “Hymen's Journal ;" Rushton.” I was young, lanky, with a fine but then all the attachés are compelled to run of spare ribs, and altogether in good conwash themselves once a day, and the gentle- dition for work - - a great desideratum for men when placed on the establishment have newspaper men — but Dammer had found out orders for bergamott, scented soap and macas- I did not write short-hand, though I was insar, to an unlimited extent.) Why are they, different well at Greek verse ; that I could as a general rule, retired into the most myste- not undertake the composition of " leaders rious quarters of the town, in proportion to on any one of the extensive subjects he placed their influence and circulation, so that one before me — notwithstanding I had gained would imagine the great object of the pro- the prize of my college for English composiprietors was to baffle news-agents and cut off tion" (subject, “ The Advantages of Steamthe stream of advertisements as far as the power”) — and that I was, in fact, generally greatest ingenuity in selecting abstruse re- unfit for anything. “Beerington," quoth he,

, cesses in unintelligible portions of the metro- " is a great friend of mine, Mr. Rushton polis could do it? These and many other when in the jungles of Ava, shooting. Howthings did I revolve within myself while ever, I must tell you that some other time. seated in a very rickety chair in a dingy I'm anxious to oblige him, and to do you a room, awaiting the advent of Dammer, who service as a friend of his. If you were gohad left directions that I should call on him ing into the church, I'd get you a living at at twelve o'clock at night, for the sake of con- once from my best friend the Archbishop of venience and a quick dispatch of business. I Canterbury — we travelled through Arabia was listening to a great deal of bell-pulling Petræa together, and I fed him through a and tinkling - a succession of feet on the reed for weeks in the jungle - but you ’re stairs, as of men running up and down on per- not. I'd ask Lord John, but that I have not petual errands – a hazy murmur out of the spoken to him lately – d—n him. Howupper regions of the house, which Aared ever, I dare say I'll find something for you brightly out through the windows with gas- to do, and meantime you can, by a little aplight, white shirt-sleeves, and pale faces - plication, render yourself better fitted for a and a heavy thudding sort of hammering good engagement. When I commanded the noise from time to time, which put me in irregular horse of my friend Shah Murdo mind of a set-to with the gloves between the Jung, I— but just wait a moment, if you Rev. Billy Pounder, of King's, and his friend please ; I'll just see if I can't try you at a

The Deaf'un" - when Dammer rushed in. dinner or two.' His personal appearance is a subject too awful Dammer returned in a moment with two to be treated of. Who shall dare to roll back large envelopes — placed them in my hand, the clouds which enshrined the Olympian and said, “ Would you be good enough to atJupiter? Who shall live and see - clothed tend to these to-morrow - they ’re only dinwith that particular description of garment, ners — I've got your address short of which we have all read, that an ancient paragraph will do - good night !” and left sinner fabricated his strong expressionsme in such a state of mind I could scarcely the ineffable, intangible, impersonal “we?" find my way into the street. Under the first Those who like may essay to limn the terrors lamp I stopped and tore open the envelopes. of his beak (probably somewhat roseate and No.'1 was a request from the committee of fuliginous, as to the tip, with snuff), and the Society for the Amelioration of Mankind behold the lightnings of his eye dimmed, that the editor of the " Morning Deilagrator haply though they be by the ostreafying pro- I would favor them with his company to dinner

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