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rushed to a favorable place to windward, from the muzzle; the water rises in an careful at the same time, for the sake of immense volume, far finer than the one's ears, not to stand broadside on to Grandes Eaux de Versailles, and falling the monster reporter of the day-about in spray, spoon drift, and mist, forms a twenty yards is a respectable arm's rainbow cloud of the greatest intensity length. Soon the word is given, Fire! of prismatic coloring, the shot in rising The earth shakes again—the concussion from the water generally ricocheting is considerable, and we saw the ponder- about 1000 yards. I dare say the heart ous missile putting, grunting, and fizzing of many a bargeman has quaked from till its strength is exhausted, and a des- the unexpected proximity of some of tination reached where he may lie for these erratic spheres. generations, and then be investigated by We now approach a sentry. Another an archeological meeting some 500 years jetty, and we come on a sentry who hence.

has strict orders not to allow any one to August 16th, his strength was to be touch the projectiles piled up on either tried against the Warner plates and side, these being intended for the now backing; and as this material is rather pending competitive trials of Armstrong expensive stuff to build up only to be and Whitworth. The Whitworth are knocked down and destroyed, the target all on the hexagonal system, and those was made about 12 feet square, and the of Armstrong of the shunt and leadvelocity of the shot reduced to that of coated formation. The comparative 2000 yards, by making the charge 50 durability of these guns is one of the lbs. instead of 70 lbs.—the target being principal objects now being tested. placed at 500 yards, so that the projec We are now at a breastwork, where tile should strike it with the same veloc- several 110 - pounders are mounted. ity as if it had been 2000 yards. This There is a snug safety-box on either side is a most important point to settle, as on for watching the effect of shot. Ilere it depends forts or no forts at Spithead. we find Hall's rockets being fired-and The question of penetration is the one fearful things they are. The rush with to be settled, after that there is little which they start, with a sound like teardoubt that at more than 4000 yards ing calico on a large scale, the fiery plates may be perforated. The final ap- train and smoke in which we lose siglit pliances for working huge guns, such as of them, are all things not easily forgothydraulic power, etc., would soon be ten. When they burst, they leave a applied, the only difficulty per contra black train of smoke, and, at the same being, that in actual war fast steamers time, tear up the water by the pole at are not so easily hit at long ranges as which they are fired, and towards which stationary targets at 500 yards, and they are levelled on a conducting tube speed is after all a most important ele- placed at an angle to suit their range. ment, and one more baffling to any an- Turning to the left we come upon the tagonist.

store or museum of experiment in proThe next space beyond the Shears is jectiles, where they are stored up for used for the field - artillery, 9 and 12 instruction and reference in every form practice, 1000, 1500, and 2000 yards of smash, crash, and dash; some in their being their ranges. Behind them, on normal state; some having struck iron the left, are the mortars, which are not plates, through iron plates, and into iron fired at targets, but at a certain area plates; some, too, the effusions of the marked off by bannerets, into which well-intentioned, that never even got so the shell is thrown; and most beautiful far as being entertained by the commitis the curve described by the shell in its tee or any one else save the energetic flight. To trace it well one should be a inventor. The large square now before little out of line with the mortar.

us has a convenient suite of offices for A few yards beyond the light guns the commandant, brigade - major, and are some experimental platforms, where staff, and a photographic department, a a new carriage was being tried, and the branch now so desirable as a faithful l'egun much depressed to try the working porter of facts and results to those not of the carriage in firing from the bank. present at the time. The shot strikes the water some 50 yards / The remaining part is composed of a

park of artillery, sheds for guns, maga | heavier, till at last they could hardly zines, and bygones of artillery; step move in their iron - clad prisons, and ping-stone efforts which have cost much gradually left it off as powder weapons private and public money, but which improved. It would be a curious repehave brought us up to the present, and tition if the very heavy ship armor met placed us well, we hope, for the future. the same fate.

The remaining part of the government The Warrior plates are very interestproperty is devoted to the quarters of ing also. Officers and barracks; and curiously The French plates are screwed with a enough, there is no racquet-court, the very long, well-made screw into the usual accompaniment to all artillery bar- wood. Some plates are bolted, but the racks. Leaving the officers' quarters on concussion brings off the head. Some our left, with the mess-room, reading. skeptics assert that the Shoeburyness ediroom, etc., we come upon the engineers' tion of the Gloire is incomplete, and reoffices already alluded to, with the com- quires an inner iron plate to make it a mandant's house lying back. Beyond it faithful representation of the French is a gymnasium, lecture-room, and a very iron-clads. fine drill house for big guns, 190 feet Be this as it may, the fact of the long; and most interesting it is to see “1864" experiments is this, that the the men manning the naval breech-load-guns beat the plates, and the only ers, the 7-inch naval, the garrison guns chance for ships lies in their speed and for breast work and for casemates, 40. clever handling. The insular position pounders breech-loaders for field service, of England suggests the idea of a large with all their appliances.

ship with a first-rate platform, so that, This is a very stirring sight, and one as a non-aggressive power, she is coincannot see it without wishing to join paratively secure. It is a great credit them, reminding one of days on board to the government that the Shoebury the old Excellent, and almost wishing, school of gunnery is the only one in the with the excited volunteer in Punch, world ; and all who visit it will join in that one could only put in ball-cartridge. testifying to the kind manner in which

We have now only to pass more bar- they are received and treated by the racks.

We airive at the brick-field, commandant and officers of this interestwhere barges stop the practice occasioning and scientific establishment. ally, and turning round, work back by the target ground. Hitherto we have seen the offensive, now we come to the

CROMWELL REFUSING THE CROWN. “ Protectorate,” arid sad colanders they look.

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ION OF THE PLATE ENGRAVING.] The principal promoters of iron-clads and targets which part sides of vessels, At the head of this number of the built up, are:

ECLECTIC will be found a fine steel-plate

engraving illustrating an important event Fairbairn.... The Lord Warden.

in the life of OLIVER CROMWELL, who was Scott Russell... Warrior. Clarke..... La Gloire (French);

Lord Protector of England from Febru.

ary 16, 1654, till his death, September 3, and are generally large-plate men, say 1658. He had taken an active and lead20 feet by 3 feet 6 inches. The foreign- ing part in the public affairs of England ers are small-plate men, 2 feet 5 inches for a number of years previous to his sol. hy 5 feet 10 inches; and to judge from emo installation to the high office of the last riddle-target of La Gloire model, Lord Protector by a Council of the officomposed of 6-inch wrought-iron plate, cers of bis army. then 10-inch oak, horizontal in grain, 11 The character and public life of Oliver inch vertical, and 6-inch horizontal ; in Cromwell are too well known to every all, 27 inches of oak behind the 6-inch reader of history to require any extendplate, the large plates carry the palm, ed sketch in this place. All that seems and have greater stability and strength. to be needful is to present a view of the In the sixteenth century, the armor of circumstances connected with the offer knights was gradually made heavier and which was made to him of the English NEW SERIES-VOL. I., No. 1.

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crown, and the reasons which influenced imminent. The odium in which the army him to decline the tempting offer. As had been taught to hold the regal tille a member of Parliament, he had acted could never be overcome, and therefore a conspicuous part in the councils of the be consented unwillingly to reject it. nation in opposing King Charles. He The engraving represents the Council had been appointed to bigh military holding the conference. Cromwell has command, and had been uniformly suc- arisen from his chair, and appears adcessful in gaining victories against the dressing the Council; stating his views king's forces. After the death of Charles and objections, and refusing the crown. he had been chosen Lord Protector of John Milton, Cromwell's secretary, apEngland. . The first Charter of the Com- pears sitting at the table pen in band. monwealth was drawn up by the same Next to him sits Sir Richard Onslow Council of officers. The second, called with his finger on the book. Bebind the “ Petition and Advice," was framed Milton's chair stands the Earl of Tweed. in May, 1657, by the Parliament which dale. Next, in front of him, Sir Thomas the Protector had assembled in the pre- Widdrington, the Speaker. Behind Sir vious year, and by which Oliver Crom- Richard appears Lord Brochil, and bewell was de facto King of England. bind him stands General Whalley, who After various conflicts with secret foes afterwards tied to the United States, and and open enemies, he issued an order was buried near the Centre Church, in by which he excluded a hundred mem- New - Haven. Behind these men bers who were obnoxious to him. Thus Cromwell's military friends and bodypurified, the Assembly voted a renuncia- guards. On the other side of Cromwell, iion of all title to the throne in the fam- nearest to him stands Sir John Glynn, ily of the Stuarts, and Colonel Stepson the Chancellor. Next to him the Hon. moved that the crown should be bestow William Lenthall, Master of the Rolls; ed upon Cromwell.

and next bebind him stands LieutenantA conference was soon afterwards ap- General Desborow; and in the rear other pointed, at which the Protector's scru- distinguished friends and oflicers of ples respecting the assumption of the Cromwell

. This brief description and title of King were stated and argued. explanation of the personages representHis mind wavered at first, but his pruded in the engraving will aid the reader dence ultimately prevailed. He knew to understand the great historic event that the danger of acceding would be which it aims to depict before the eye.

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AFTER THE STORM. Along the shore, along the shore,

While hushed is now the tempest's din,
Except the sullen muffled roar

Of breakers rolling slowly in,
A woman toward the sea-line dark

Turns, as she walks, her tearful eyes: I see no sail, no boat, no bark

Alas! alas !” she weeping cries. Along the shore, along the shore,

The fisher's wife still hurries on, And scans the tawny ocean o'er,

Still hearing though the storm has gone. Last night the gale that fiercely blew

Loud soughed against the window-pane; She could not weep-ah! well she knew

What bark was on the angry main, Along the shore, along the shore,

Where roll the waves with ceaseless din, The fisher's wife shall see no more

The red-sailed lugger coming in.

Alas! where far the dark sea-line

The sky from ocean doth divide,
The bark lieg swallowed by the brine

A score of fathoms 'neath the tide!
Along the shoro, along the shore,

Though dark her grief, the mourner hears
A voice that whispers, “ W cep no more,

For I will wipe away thy tears.
Vain is the tempest's wrath, and vain

The billows' rage with ruin fed:
The lost one I will bring again-

THE SEA SUALL RENDER UP THE DEAD!"

Along the shore, along the shore,

That skirts the everlasting main,
How oft we weep what never more

The waves of Time bring back again!
And while years rolling boom the dirge

Of hopes long swallowed by the brine,
How oft a fruitless search we urge,
And vainly scan the dark sea-line!

-Good Words.

NOVEMBER.

Where loves of youth and friendship smiled

Uncursed by thee, vile yellow slave! "The human rnortals want their winter here." - Midsummer Night's Dream,

Fade, day-dreams sweet, from memory fade! Will the leaves never fall ?

The perished bliss of youth's first prime, These rotting rennants of a long-past spring; That once so bright on fancy played, Adroop along th' unfruited garden-wall,

Revives no more in after time. Aflaunt gold-gauded on the poplar tall,

Far from my sacred natal clime In death-dews glistering:

I haste to an untimely grave; Will the leaves never fall?

The daring thoughts that soared sublime

Are sunk in ocean's southern wave.
Will the frost never come ?
The kindly frost that, with its healthful sting, Slave of the mine, thy yellow light
Probes to the quick dull autumn's dross and scum, Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear
And strikes drear winds and fretting waters dumb, A gentle vision comes by night
With cruel kindly sting:

My lonely widowed heart to cheer:
Will the frost never coine?

Her eyes are dim with many a tear,

That once were guiding stars to mine: Will the snow never lie,

Her fond heart throbs with many a fear! The quiet snow-o'er all th' unquiet earth ?

I cannot bear to see thee shine.
And bury out of sight the festering sty
Of lothly things that cannot live or die?

For thee, for thee, vile yellow slave,
Deep o'er th' unquiet earth,

I left a heart that loved me true! Will the snow never lie?

I crossed the tedious ocean wave,

To roam in climes unkind and new. Will my heart never cease

The cold wind of the stranger blew My autumn heart—to cherish hopes of spring ?

Chill on my withered heart; the grave, No kindly frosts to bring a late release ?

Dark and untimely, met my view, Nor snows to bury life-in-death at peace ?

And all for thee, vile yellow slave." From outworn hopes of spring,

-Sunday Magazine.
Will my heart never cease?
-London Society.

TRODDEN FLOWERS.
ON HEARING A LARK SING.

There are some hearts, that, like the loving vine, A-WAND'RING, wrapt in thought, one day, Cling to unkindly rocks and ruined towers, Beneath a sunny sky,

Spirits that suffer and do not repineI heard a lark, beseeming gay,

Patient and sweet as lowly trodden flowers Sing witchingly on high.

That from the passers' heel arise,

And bring back odorous breath instead of sighs. I gazed, I earnest gazed on high, But never could I see

But there are other hearts that will not feel The bird which in the azure sky

The lonely love that haunts their eyes and Sang out so merrily.

That wound fond faith with anger worse than Emblem of Christian faith thou art, O gentle lark, I ween;

And out of pity's spring draw idle tears. Thy dulcet strains do charm my heart, O Nature ! shall it ever be thy will While thou art all unseen.

Ill things with good to mingle, good with ill ? And gazing up where all is fair,

Why should the heavy foot of sorrow press In sooth my soul was cheered:

The willing heart of uncomplaining loveWhen in the clear, clear azure sky,

Meet charity that shrinks not from distress, The lark's gay voice I heard.

Gentleness, loth her tyrants to reprove ?

Though virtue weep forever and lament, And I shall in the future time

Will one hard heart turn to her and relent? Think often of the day, When by a bird to Heaven's clime,

Why should the reed be broken that will bend, My thoughts were borne away.

And they that dry the tears in others' eyes, -Sixpenny Magazine. Feel their own anguish swelling without end,

Their summer darkened with the smoke of

sighs ? Some may remember the lines of John Leyden Sure, Love to some fair Eden of his own " To an Indian Gold Coin," written as he lay Will flee at last, and leave us here alone. dying in India, whither he had gone to make Love weepeth always-weepeth for the past, his fortune.

For woes that are, for woes that may betide;

Why should not hard ambition weep at last, * Sweet visions haunt my waking dreams

Envy and hatred, avarice and pride? Of Teviot loved while still a child;

Fate whispers sorrow is your lot, Of castled rocks stupendous piled

They would be rebels-love rebelleth not. By Esk or Eden's classic wave,

- Alfred Tennyson,

ears;

steel;

the past.

DREAMS OF THE PAST.

Would that my steps could reach it,

That happy flowery strand ! As we wandered alone where the moonlight For all my earthly afflictions reposes,

Would cease in that fairy land. And the wind o'er the ripple is tuneful and sweet,

Oft in my dreams I see it, When the stars glitter out as the day flower

In its glamour bright and fair, closes,

But with daylight's earliest glimmer And the night-bird and dew-drop are all that

It vanishes into air.

Charles Kendal. we meet;

-St. James's Magazine. Oh! then, when the warm flush of thought is

unsealing The bonds that a cold world too often keeps

AN ATHENIAN STORY. fast, We shall find that the deepest and dearest of In Athens, ere its sun of fame had set, feeling

Amidst pomp and show the gazing crowds were Is pouring its tide in a dream of the past.

met,

Intent forever upon something new,
Oh! who shall have travelled through life's misty The mimic wonders of the stage to view.

morning,
Forgetting all way-marks that rose on their So here the wide extended circus spreads
track?

In gathered ranks its sea of living heads; Though the things we loved then had maturity's Ranged in close order, rising row on row, scorning,

The void arena claims the space below. Though we cast them behind, yet we like to the seats were filled; but ere the show began, look back.

A stranger entered-'twas an aged man ; Though the present may charm us with magical Awhile he sought a place with aspect mild: numbers,

The polished young Athenians sat and smiled, And lull the rapt spirit, entrancing it fast,

Eyed his confusion with a sidelong glance, Yet 'tis rarely the heart is so sound in its slum- But kept their seats, nor rose on his advance.

bers, As to rest without mingling some dream of To mark the shame of that self-glorious crew;

O, for a burning blush of deeper hue

How poor the produce of fair Learning's tree, Oh! the days that are gone, they will have no

That bears no fruits of sweet humility! returning,

The growth of arts and sciences how vain And 'tis wisest to bury the hopes that decay,

In hearts that feel not for another's pain ! But the incense that's purest and richest in Not so the Spartan youth, whose simple school

burning, Is oft placed where all round it is fading away. Of kindness, and whose honest souls preferred

Instilled the plain but salutary rule Though the days that are gone had more canker Truth to display-performance to a word. than blossom,

These Spartan youths had their appointed place, And even that blossom too tender to last,

Apart from the Athenians, distinguished race, Yet had we the power, oh! where is the bosom

And rose with one accord, intent to prove Would thrust from its visions the dreams of the past ?

To honored age their duty and their love;

Nor did a Spartan youth his seat resume -- Eliza Cook.

Till the old man found due and fitting room.

Then came the sentence of reproof and praise, DREAMLAND.

Stamped with the sternness of the ancient days;

For, standing full amid the assembled crowd, Out of the sweet old legends

The venerable stranger cried aloud:
Beckons a fair white hand,

• The Athenians learn their duty well, but lo! And silvery, bell-like voices

The Spartans practice what the Athenians know." Tell of an unknown land;

The words were good, and in a virtuous cause; Where magic roses blossom

They justly earned a nation's glad applause; In the evening's golden light,

But we have surer words of precept given And the air is laden with fragrance

In God's own book; the word that came from From the lilies silver-white.

heaven

· Be kind, be courteous, be all honor shown," The trees, with their waving branches,

" Seek others' welfare rather than thine own." Murmur a fairy song,

- Macaulay. And the brooklet merrily dances As it ripples and gurgies along.

SONG - TIME'S ARABS.
And tender, enchanting love-songs
Float on the balmy breeze,

WANDERING brothers, heavenward roving,
And the heart's unspeakable longing Where upon this plain of life
By their music is set at ease.

Shall our jocund tents be lifted ?

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