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awkward, old-fashioned crutch and pummel, and solemnly to us from the Great and Good. Joy from a stirrup, into which a little loot, when it and sorrow make up the lot of our mortal estate, has once crept like a mouse, finds itself caught and by sympathy with them, we acknowledge as in a trap of singular construction, and difficult our brotherhood with all our kind. We do far to open for releasement. You feel that all you more. The strength that is untasked, lends itself love in the world is indeed fully, freshly, and to divide the load under which another is bowed; warmly in your arms, nor can you bear to set and the calamity that lies on the heads of men the treasure down on the rough stony road, but is lightened, while those who at the time are not look round, and round, and round, for a soft spot, called to bear, are yet willing to involve themwhich you finally prophesy at some distance up selves in the sorrow of a brother. So soothed by the hill
, whitherwards, in spite of pouting. Yea such sympathy may a poor mortal be, that the and Nay, you persist in carrying her whose head wretch almosi upbraids himself for 'transient is erelong to lie in yonr tranquil bosom." gleams of gladness, as if he were false to the We feel, however, that quotations are cherished more sacredly within his miserable
sorrow which he sighs to think he ought to have multipyling upon us, while our limits are fast heart. contracting. And therefore, with the sin- “ One word embraces all these pages of ours gle observation, that the two papers which -Memorials. Friends are lost to us by removal are to us the least agreeable in these vo. --for then even the dearest are often uiterly forlumes are the “Holy Child” and the tale gollen. But let something that once was theirs entitled “Expiation,” (the latter, indeed, turning from the region of the rising or the set
suddenly meet our eyes, and in a moment, reproducing in us a sensation of discomfort ting sun, the friend of our youth seems at our and pain rather than pleasure,) let us close side, unchanged his voice and his smile; or dearour extracts with a passage from the touch. er to our eyes than ever, because of some affecting and beautiful “L'Envoy,” with which ing change wrought on face and figure by clithese volumes conclude:
mate and by years. Let it be but his name writ
ten with his own hand on the title-page of a book ; " Since first this Golden Pen of ours, given us or a few syllables on the margin of a favorite by One who meant it but for a memorial-began, passage which long ago we may have read tomany years ago, to let drop on paper a few care-gether, "when life itself was new," and poetry less words, what quires so distained--some pages, overflowed the whole world; or a lock of her hair let us hope, with durable ink--have accumulated in whose eyes we first knew the meaning of the on our hands! Some haughty ones have chosen word “depth.” And if death had stretched out to say rather, how many leaves have been wasted the absence into the dim arms of eternity-and away to wither? But not a few of the gifted-- removed the distance away into that bourne near and afar-have called on us with other from which no traveller returns—the absence voices-reminding us that long ago we were and the distance of her on whose forehead once elected, on sight of our credentials--not indeed hung the relic we adore—what heart may abide without a few black balls-into the Brotherhood. the beauty of the ghost that doth sometimes at The shelf marked with our initials exhibits some midnight appear at our sleepless bed, and with half-dozen volumes only, and has room for scores. pale uplifted arms waft over us at once a blessIt may no: be easily found in that vast Library; ing and a farewell ! bat humble member as we are, we feel it now to “Why so sad a word– Farewell ? We should be a point of honor to make an occasional con- not weep in wishing welfare, nor sully felicity tribution to the Club. So here is the First with tears. But we do weep because evil lies Series of what we have chosen to call our lurking in wait over all the earth for the innocent RECREATIONS. There have been much recast- and the good, the happy and the beautiful; and, ing and remoulding-many alterations, believed when guarded no more by our eyes, it seems as by us to have been wrought with no unskilful if the demon would leap out upon his prey. Or spirit of change-cruel, we confess, to our feel-is it because we are so selfish that we cannot bear ings, rejections of numerous lucubrations to their the thought of losing the sight of the happiness lather dear-and if we may use such words, not of a beloved object, and are troubled with a a few new creations, in the same genial spirit in strange jealousy of beings unknown to us, and which we worked of old--not always unrewarded for ever to be unknown, about to be taken into by sympathy, which is better than praise. the very heart, perhaps, of the friend from whom
*" For kindness shown when kindness was most we are parting, and to whom in that fear we give needed-for sympathy and affection-yea, love almost a sullen farewell? Or does the shadow itself-for grief and pity not misplaced, though of death pass over us while we stand for the last bestowed in a mistaken belief of our condition, time together on the sea-shore, and see the ship forlorn indeed, but not wholly forlorn-for solace with all her sails about to voyage away to the and encouragement sent to us from afar, from uttermost parts of the earth? Or do we shudcities and solitudes, and from beyond seas and der at the thought of mutability in all created oceans, from brethren who never saw our face, things—and know that ere a few suns shall have and never may see it, we owe a debt of everlast- brightened the path of the swift vessel on the ing gratitude; and life itself must leave our heart, sea, we shall be dimly remembered-at last forthat beats not now as it used to beat, but with gotten—and all those days, months, and years dismal trepidation, before it forget, or cease to re- that once seemed eternal, swallowed up in evermember as clearly as now it hears them, every lasting oblivion ? one of the many words that came sweetly and “ With us all ambitious desires some years ago expired. Far rather would we read than THE OPENING OF PARLIAMENT. write now-a-days-far rather than read, sit with shut eyes and no book in the room-fár rather
From Punch, or the London Charivari. than to sit, walk about alone any where
At an early hour on the 1st of February, “Beneath the uinbrage deep
the Lord Chancellor took the Great Seal That shades the silent world of memory."
out of the inkstand-(of pantomimic dimenShall we live? or "like beasts and common peo-sions)-in which it is usually kept, and the ple die ?" There is something harsh and grat- Mace, which had been given out over-night ing in the collocation of these words of the "Me-to the butler to be rubbed up with whiten. lancholy Cowley;" yet he meant no harm, for he was a kind, good creature as ever was born, and ing and leather, was put at his Lordship's a true genius. He there has expressed concisely, door—with his boots) into one of which but too abruptly, the mere fact of their falling it was carefully thrust) and the shaving alike and together into oblivion. Far better water. The Archbishop of Canterbury's Gray's exquisite words,
lawn sleeves had been clearstarched, ironed “On some fond breast the parting soul relies!” out, and neatly got up by one of the preThe reliance is firm and sure; the “fond breast”
late's femaled omestics; and the state mitre is faithful to its trust, and dying transmits it to having been taken out of the silver paper another;, till after two or three transmissions, which usually envelopes it, was dusted with holy all, but fainter and dimmer, the pious tradi- a tender hand under the immediate inspec. tion dies, and all memorial of the love and the tion of one of the family. Black Rod perdelight, the pity and the sorrow, is swallowed up sonally got up at six, in order to fill in with in vacant night. “ Posthumous Fame! Proud words-yet may rather rubbed by wear from the wand of of
ink the places where the black bad become they be uttered in a humble spirit. The common lot of man is, after death -oblivion. Yet genius, fice, and that active functionary was emhowever small its sphere, if conversant with the ployed for a quarter of an hour in polishing conditions of the human heart, may vivify with with the inside of an old kid-glove the bit indestructible life some happy delineations, that of metal at the top of the rod alluded to. shall continue to be held dear by successive sorrowers in this vale of tears. If the name of the made on all hands, the dignitaries forming
These state preparations having been delinealor continue to have something sacred in its sound-obscure to the many as it may be, or
the Commission for opening Parliament non-existent-the hope of such posthumous fame drove in their own carriages to the House, is eufficient to one who overrates not his own en- while Black Rod left his lodgings in the dowments. And as the hope has its root in love suburbs, with his wand of office under his and sympathy, he who by his writings has in- mackintosh, and having popped into a cab, spired towards himself when in life, some of when he got into the more public thoroughthese feelings in the hearts of not a few who never saw his face, seems to be justified in believing fares, he drove up in becoming style to the that even after final obliteration of Hic jacet from his tombstone, his memory will be regard about and paid the fare at the stand where ed with something of the same affection in his the cab was taken, he was enabled to walk REMAINS."
smack into the House, without stopping to squabble and settle with the driver-a proceeding which would have materially interfered with that dignity which it is the aim
of Black Rod on all occasions to be careful RAPHAEL
of. The preparations within the House of Parliament had been on the most extensive
scale. Soap, both yellow and mottled, had From Ainsworth's Magazine.
been given out with a profusion that might be On the death of this great Painter, his body lay in state in fairly called reckless, and several yards of the Pantheon, at Rome, and his last and noblest work, the house flannel had been for the last week "Transfiguration," was placed at his head.
placed in the hands of an efficient corps of The hand is cold which shadow'd forth
cleaners and charwomen. The final dusting The spirit's soft creation ; One parting gift remains to earth
and the last round of the Turk's-head broom That bright “Transfiguration !"
into the corners of the ceiling had scarcely And who can view the sainted smile been accomplished when the carriages of the Or yon Redeemer's eye,
members began to set down, and the Lords Nor feel within his heart the while
Commissioners having soon afterwards arIts calm divinity ?
rived, all was excitement to hear the Speech In thee the art, oh! Raphael, reign'd, of her Majesty. The Chancellor in the ante
Eloquently to express
room gave afinal shake to take out the creaOf persect loveliness!
ses in his robes, the Archbishop of Canter
BY THE HON. JULIA AUGUSTA MAYXARD.
bury pulled out his lawn sleeves, from which| Now Gents of the Commons—'tis time to implore the damp had unfortunately taken out the To do the thing handsomely when we before you starch ; and having inflated his mitre, by of expenses the usual estimates lay, blowing into it, to make it stick well up, the Tis your glorious privilege always to pay. whole party entered the House of Lords; My lords and good gentlemen 'tis a sad bore and the Chancellor having taken his seat And it certainly needs no particular gumption
To admit that ihe revenue's worse than before, on the wool mattrass, the other commis. To find out the cause in diminished consumption; sioners fell into the rear, at the foot of the But still it's consoling to think that e'en yet, throne. We had forgotten to state that the of the tax upon Incomes we've plenty to get;
So when on ihe public we've had a good pull, Duke of Buccleugh, as privy seal, wore only Our purse will we hope be sufficiently full. an ordinary brecquel, which looked less like Her Majesty wishes her thanks to pour forth, privy seal than privy watch-key.
For the splendid reception she got in the North; During the interval which occurred while The provost she thinks it may safely be said,
Of a city of cakes is the properest head. Rod was gone to whip up the Commons, the Her Majesty also regrets that last year Chancellor wiped his glasses, cleared his Disturbances did in some districts appear; throat, and pulled his wig a little to the back The law was however at once put in force, of his head; for, somehow or other, it had we are by Her Majesty ordered to say,
Hungry folks ought to keep, very quiet of course. worked its way rather too far down on his We purpose amendment in something-some day; forehead.
Begin your debates then, and may you succeed, The Commons having rushed in pel-mel, Whatever you do for the people, oh let it
In doing for England, what England may need; with a clattering of feet, amongst which we Prove good”—and, Punch wishes the people may could distinctly trace the heavy tread of Mr. Home's highlows, the Lord Chancellor read Dearly as follows. We prefer throwing the Speech into verse, being determined to give it the benefit of a little rhyme, to make up in some degree for the usual absence of reason that generally distinguishes similar documents.
ANTARCTIC EXPEDITION.-By the arrival of Lieut.
M'Murdo, of the Terror, from the Falkland Islands, "Here we are,' Lords and Genis, as the clowns al. very gratisying news has been received of the exways say,
pedition under Captain James Ross. He reports In the Pantomimes which I have seen at the play. ihat all the objects undertaken by Captain James Her Majesty says, that though England ne'er min- Ross, and his gallant associates, have been triumph
antly accomplished. The Terror, and Erebus, She likes to remain on good terms with all Princes, Captain Crozier, proceeded on their second voyage And therefore appreciates quite at ils proper rate, southward; and keeping nearly between the same Their assurance of wishing with her to co-operate. meridians as before, 177° 10-180°, again examined She's glad to announce, too, that after much bother, the lands discovered the preceding season, and Of one saying one thing, and one quite another, which terminated in a losy mountain. We believe Although England's envoy behaved like a very cur, that in this course they ascertained the magnetic pole We've settled in some way onr liff with America : where it was anticipated, and pursued their perilous In addition to this, po plan could be finer
way till they penetrated to the highest southern lali. Than the terms we have made with celestial China. ude ever seen by mortal eye, namely, the 80h deWe've gained a possession, they call it Hong Hong, gree!!! Captain Weddelí, we think, arrived at Which is three acres broad, and a mile or so long. somewhat about four degrees short of the extaordiThe standard of Britain, however, is planted there, nary achievement, and went out on his bowsprit, For Civilization was very much wanted there, Thai he might say be had been farther south than any And to you it is utterly needless to say
other human being. For civilization the natives must pay ;
We have seen some specimens of natural history And therefore, we charge iwepty millions of dollars from the highest region which the expedition reachFor the very first lesson we give to our scholars, ed. Two beautiful gulls, about the size of the The people of England will learn with delight smaller sea-mew familiar on our coasts, of the purest We've made all our matters with Syria right; white, like plumes of drified snow, and having And the fact will of course be a great consolation black legs and feel, have been shown to us, and are To the suffering millions all over the nation. The only creatures observed there, with the excepThe governments, Turkish and Persian, have long tion of the fish, of which some were caught. Boih Been declaring each other excessively wrong, birds and fish were full of shrimps, the common food Bat England and Russia have both interfered
of air and water. We were also shown a larger In a way by which every dispute has been cleared; beautiful bird of the same species from the Falkland A piece of intelligence which, you must own, Isles, with lavender-colored wings, a rose-colored Will cause satisfaction wherever 'lis known. breast, and a black bead. Lieut. M'Murdo has also Afghanistan, you know, has but recently been brought valuable specimens of grasses, seeds, &c. Of valor exclusively British the scene :
&c. from the Falkland Isles and other strange lands; But for further description of things of this nalut, and samples of geology from the farthest south; one See the dramas they do at the Surrey Theatur, we looked at, apparently a conglomerate, and the Where the famed T. P. Cooke, as a true British other of a course, clayey character. We wait anx
iously for more information; but trust that these parDances bornpipes while fighting a combat with three ticulars, hastily gathered on the eve of publication,
will be interesting to every reader.-Literary Gaz.
MUSIC FOR THE MILLION. “This shall prove a brave kingdom to me,
where I shall have my music for nothing.' The general so likes your music that he desires The inhabitants of these isles get nothing you, of all love, to make no more noise with it. for nothing, not even their music; they will
infallibly have to pay through the nose for How sour sweet music is!
the torments inflicted on them through the RICHARD II.
It will cost a handsome round sum to The isle is full of noises. Sometimes a thousand iwanging insiruments
manufacture some twenty millions of Pastas Will hum about my ears, and sometimes voices. and Tamburinis. The speech of the Chan
TEMPEST. 'cellor of the Exchequer on the financial part Of all the crotchets of the days we live in, of the scheme will be a curiosity. the wildest certainly is the idea of the popu- The humanity of Herr Hullah's project is lar concert, or grand national oratorio, im- extremely questionable ; the best song for plied in the project of music or singing for the poor would surely be a “song of six. is the million.” Duets, quartettes, quin- pence,” and could we only give them the tettes, are all tolerable enough; but who can four-and-twenty blackbirds” into the barendure the notion of a millionette ?
gain, it would assist them to a Christmas pie, We never understood, till now, the full which is a more substantial, if not a sweeter force of the expression, “the burden of a dish than a Christmas carol. The blackbird, song." It will be a heavy day for us when to be sure, is not exactly the bird one would the millions begin to exercise their vocal select for a poor man's pie. A plainer bird, powers; such chanting will not be enchant- who instead of singing the moment the pie ing, and we should unquestionably put a bar is opened would confine himself strictly to to it, were we of sufficient note to do so. bis gastronomic functions, would answer the We receive the proposal with the reverse of purpose much better, and the blackbird glee, and had we a stave, we should cordially ishould retain bis distinction as “a dainty bestow a sound application of it upon the dish to set before a king," who has seldom author, could we but catch him. When so keen an appetite as his hard-worked submeasures ought to be taken to prevent the jects. But our fanatici per la musica act concert of the rabble, it is most provoking upon the principle that neither kings nor to see efforts deliberately made to bring subjects have any sense but the mere animal them into unison. It is evident that uni- sense of hearing. No more sympathy have versal suffrage will be carried, when every they with the legitimate cravings of the stoman has a voice in the commonwealth, and mach than the jacobin lecturer had with the the next step assuredly will be vote by- needy knife-grinder. They forget that our ballad! In vain has Shakspeare warned us bakers will give more bread for one copper against
farthing, nay for one of the new half-far. the blunt monster with uncounted heads, things, than for one million of silver sounds, The still discordant wavering multitude, were they even of Rubini's coinage, or to we are on the point of having what is a great issue from the mint of Grisi. deal worse—a quavering multitude; and the We can imagine a musical dietary for originators of this frantic scheme have al. John Bull. For breakfast an air of Mozart ready established their Norma-l schools. instead of a slice of bacon, with a cavatina
Henceforward the working-classes will be for a cup of coffee, and a bravura in place opera-tives with a vengeance; there will be of the old fashioned custom of bread and a terrible propriety in asking them for their butter. Luncheon might consist of that ex. “sweet voices."
The value of election cellent substitute for a round of beef-a promises, however, will be much the same rondo of Beethoven, with the musical glasses as heretofore, for they have never been esti. to represent tankards of London stout. For mated at more than—a song.
dinner, we would serve him up an oratorio Should this musical movement succeed, wbole, as our sensual ancestors used to serve we never expect to have a moment's quiet a sheep or an ox; the labors of the pas. except during a national cold, or an univer- trycook might be replaced by the art of Passal influenza. We shall wish with Caligula ta, and a bacchanalian song or two fill the that the millions had but one throat, and that office formerly discharged by Bacchus himthroat a sore one. Peace, alas, has brought self. Then, as we should be sorry to send “piping times” along with her, and we only our dear countrymen supperless to bed, how trust the country will be equal to this new could the day's feasting be better concluded strain upon its powers of endurance, for as- than by a hot opera, or that melodious dish, , suredly we shall not have our music for the "bones and tongs,” which Bottom was nothing, like Stephano in the “Tempest.” so fond of, and the ingenuous youth of Fleetmarket delight in to this day. For the sumy though for the “dying fall,” we shall pray mer season, in place of a hot opera we would very devoutly. recommend a cold serenade, after which our Our national reputation was never in danbon-vivant might reckon upon as easy a di- ger until now, when our gallant countrymen, gestion, and slumbers as "airy light,” as we who never shook in battle, are to be actually learn from Milton that our first parents en- taught to shake in time of profound peace. joyed in Paradise.
The transition from brave to semi-breve may Without disparaging the “Corn-Law be “most musical,” but it is at the same time Rhymes," we are humbly of opinion that a "most melancholy.” The cliffs that made peck of wheat is fairly worth a bushel of Albion so glorious were not treble cliffs, them. Music at dinner is agreeable enough, nor can a country filled with bravoes and but music instead of dinner is a wretched band-itti expect to continue mistress of the entertainment, were it even the music of world. The keys of empire will be exchanthe spheres, which, by the by, is the least ged for the keys of a piano, and Britannia objectionable of any for a reason too obvi- will be degraded into the Prima Donna of ous to be stated.* Hunger was never har- the terrestrial bawl. Those who are instrumonious, and never will be to the end of mental in bringing about this vocal revolutime, although Milton is so pleasant as to tion will have much to answer for. Like recommend a song as an anodyne for the all revolutionists, too, they are little aware pangs of fasting :
of the lengths to which their rash innovaAnd ever against ealing cares
tions will assuredly carry them. The mil. Lap me in soft Lydian' airs.
lion will not long be content without an orThe tones of a famishing people are more and catches will lead to fiddles and bassoons;
chestra to accompany their strains; glees likely to be Wolf Tones than those of night the Sirens will infallibly introduce the Harp. ingales. National airs, under such distressing circumstances, are wont to prove
squalls; ies! We shall then be doomed to witness the millions are apt to get up the Storm," some tremendous popular organ-ization, and while their rulers sing "Cease, rude Boreas” our national existence will terminate like an to little purpose. The chromatic scale is
overture, in a crash of music. perhaps designed to be a set-off against the
Perhaps there is even a still deeper abyss sliding scale; but we do not see why we yawning for our unhappy country. The should be at liberty to import the crotchets connection between music and dancing is of the Germans, and prohibited to buy their ancient and indissoluble. In Lydia, we are
informed by classic writers, there were cerThe agriculturists are vigilant enough to tain islands in a certain lake, which at the protect ears of wheat, but in these times the sound of music, invariably began to dance! human ear stands in need of protection a these " Lydian measures," and taking a
Is there no fear of the British isles adopting great deal more. Imagine a million of Scotchmen singing
“fling" across the floor of the Atlantic, or
perhaps into the Chinese seas, to “set” The corn rigs are bonny, oh,
their new partner, the pretty little island of or the same nice little chorus of English far- Hong Kong ? Heaven only knows how soon, mers screaming
in these capering times, we may find our. The wind that shakes the barley.
selves the vis-a-vis of Miss Madagascar, or
leading off with Madame Barbadoes. Íre. As there may be too many cooks to a land will probably dance her own national soup, so there may be too many choristers to a choir. Because there is safety in a
jig, as she is in the habit of taking her own multitude of counsellors it does not logical. At any rate, we shall both deserve to be
steps, and rarely approves of our measures. ly follow that there must be melody in a mob numbered with the Silly Isles, and the state of singers. Let who will cry “encore” to will probably reel before the ball is over. a squalling kingdom, we shall never counte. Let our rulers ponder this well before it is nance so crying a grievance; nor imitate Os too late. "C'est le premier pas qui coute !" sino in exclaiming, “that strain again!" al
All the arguments we have heard for •The reason alluded to is beautifully stated by teaching the British empire to sing, appear Shakspeare in a familiar passage:
frivolous in the extreme. It is sometimes There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest contended that, because the bee, which is But in his motion like an angel sings,
such a model of industry, hums while enStill quiring to the young-eyed cherubim: Sach harmony is in immorial souls;
gaged in the manufacture of wax and honey, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay,
human artificers and tradesmen ought to do Poth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
likewise! Now admitting this to be a pre