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There was no human voice in the place to such unexpected ways as would pleasantly speak the tale of horror and amazement. startle his small friends with shouts of laughOnly every bit of red shone ominously vivid, ter. He could always get to the heart of a as though it were self-lighted, and the child, however much he might bewilder its • Bloody land”

pointed with prophetic hints mind with the movement and glitter of his to a chamber, across the door of which no fun, which dazzled too much for the meaning spider hung its web, and not even a midge to be quickly apprehended, filling the young dare dance in the sunbeam when it fell imagination with a thousand sparkles of there :

splendor, all alive as the dress of Harlequin. “ The Bloody Hand, significant of crime,

It must have been a droll entertainment to That, glaring on the old heraldic banner,

have watched the child-face, and seen it lifted Had kept its crimson unimpaired by time every now and then, with the eyebrows In such a wondrous manner !

arched in wonder at what was coming next, “ And over all there hung a cloud of fear ;

and heard the “ () Mr. Hood!” As a A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, sample of his frolic with the little ones,

and And said, as plain as whisper in the ear,

his way of playing with them and puzzling • The place is haunted !'"

them,'we turn over his letters to the children Hood's novel of “ Tylney Hall” is worth of his good friend, Dr. Elliot:reading, and will be read when our present

66 MY DEAR May, popular sensation stuff is long forgotten. It contains one capital character, that of " Un- I was sure to remember it, for you are as hard

“I promised you a letter, and here it is. lucky Joe,” which might have been an early to forget as you are soft to roll down a hill sketch from the hand of Mr. Dickens. Poor with. W håt fun it was ! only so prickly I Joe, with bis inevitable “ Fridays” and wal- thought I had a porcupine in one pocket, and lowings in the Slough of Despond, is a spec- a bedgehog in the other. The next time, imen of Houd's peculiar mixture.

He is so

before we kiss the earth, we will have its sure that fate is dead against him, and so sick Wood. Tom and Fanny only like roll and

face shared. I get no rolling at St. John's of his unlucky lise, that “ if it pleased God butter; and as for Mrs. Hood she is for rollAlmiglity to chuck down from heaven a hand- ing in 'money. Tell Dunnie that Tom has ful of sudden deaths, you'd see me scram- set his trap in the balcony, and caught a cold, bling after one as hard as ever a barefoot and tell Jeannie that Fanny has set her foot beggar boy for a copper out of a coach win- in the garden, but it has not come up yet. dow.” There are good hints in Mrs. Han- I hope we shall all have a merry Christmas.

I mean to come in my most ticklesome waistway, who reckoned it second only to the

coat, and to laugh till I grow fat, or at least mortal sin that so horrified John Bunyan, to streaky. Fanny is to be allowed a glass of have let a sick gentleman go to heaven with wine, Tom's mouth is to have a hole holiday, out having taken his physic; in Twiggs, the and Mrs. Ilood is to sit up supper.

There vulgar, who thought it strange that a man will be such doings, and such things to eat ! of bis property could not have a fine day for but pray, pray, pray, mind they don't boil his fête; and in the Baronet, a genuine bit the baby by mistake for a prump pudding ! of old English foxhunting nature, florid as a The next quotations are from letters writpicture by Rubens; sound in heart and brain ten to the children at the seaside :as in wind; a man that lived up to the tra

"MY DEAR JEANNIE, ditionary mark, which was not low-water

“So you are at Sandgate! If you

should mark, and only died once.

catch a big crab, with strong claws, -and like Hood, we are informed, amongst other lit- experiments, --- you can shut him up in a cuperary projects, thought of writing a set of board with a loaf of sugar, and see whether Books for Children. It is to be regretted he will break it with his nippers. Besides that he did not live to create such a child's crabs, I used to find jelly-fish on the beach, world of fancy, fun, and facrie as it must have made, it seeined to me, of sca-calves' feet, and been. He had a remarkable knack of getting did not shine till they were stinking. hope

no sherry. There were starfish also, but they into all sorts of small places, whether it was


like the sea! I always did when I was the insect world or fairy world, or the world a child, which was about two years ago. of infantinc humanity. Into the latter he Sometimes it makes such a fizzing and foamwould slyly creep, as it were on all fours, in ling, I wonder some of our London cheats do



not bottle it up and sell it for ginger-pop. (ning, ships and all, into the youngster's mouth When the sea is too rough, if you pour the is overwhelming. sweet oil out of the cruet all over it, and wait for a calm, it will be quite smooth-much Hood, with heart aching for the poor, sang

It is now some twenty years since Thomas smoother than a dressed salad. Some time ago exactly, there used to be large white birds, his famous “ Song of the Shirt," but its with black-tipped wings, that went flying and echoes have not yet died out of the minds of screaming over the sea. Do you ever see such all good men and true women. Much floatbirds ? We used to call them gulls, but ing, hazy sympathy for the lower classesthey didn't mind it.

which may at all times be found amongst the • Well, how happy you must be! Child- real aristocrats—has since then been conhood is such a joyous, merry time, and I often densed, and fallen like refreshing rain from wish I was two or three children! And wouldn't I pull off my three pairs of shoes heaven to enrich the life of the poor, making

Without and socks, and go paddling in the sea up to many of the waste places blossom. my six knees !

any canting about the progress of our age, “ When I can buy a telescope powerful we may congratulate ourselves on living in enough, I shall have a peep at you."

a time when the wealthy and the high-born So the rare pen goes romping on from one have a livelier sense of their responsibilitieschild's mind to the other ; the tickling in- think more of their duties than their dues— quiries and funny information flowing from more of serving, less of compelling service, it with the most natural gradation, until, in than in any time past. Still the day has not the letter to the youngest, we have the crown- yet come when poems like these are no more ing touches of nature, and a fine flash of im- needed to work with their finer particles in agination :

the mind of our nation; to kindle kindly

thoughts, and keep the conscience quick, the 66 MY DEAR May, " How do you like the sea ? Not much,

ear open to the cry of suffering, the

eyes perhaps ; it's so big.' But shouldn't

to see the wrongs that are done to labor,

you like a nice little ocean, that you could put under the sanction of Law, in the common into a pan ?

light of day. The feelings to which these “ Have the waves ever run after you yet, make appeal will always be necessary to supand turned your little two shoes into pumps plement and soften the hard hearts of those full of water ? Ilave you been bathed yet in who do not understand what political econthe sea, and were you afraid ? I was, the first time ; and, dear me! how I kicked and omy is, and are fond of claiming its sanction screamed ! ---or at least meant to scream, but for the neglect of duty. The more perfect the sea, ships and all, began to run into my

the societary arrangement, according to the mouth, and so I shut it up. Did you ever try, Manchester ideal, the greater surely is our like a little crab, to run two ways at once ? need of that humanity which, working by See if you can do it, for it is good fun; never personal influences, can alone bring about any mind tumbling over yourself a little at first. better relationship betwixt rich and poor. It would be a good plan to hire a little crab Many no doubt casily shook off the influence for an hour a day, to teach baby to crawl, if he can't walk, and if I was bis mamma, I of Hood's startling midnight cry, which still would, too! Bless him! But I must not rings in the ears of others, on behalf of the write on him any more—he is so soft, and I slaves of the needle. Their blinds were drawn have nothing but steel pens. And now, good- down to shut out the sorry sight which the by! The last fair breeze I blew dozens of poet showed them in the street, and the silken kisses for you, but the wind changed, and, I pillow soon dulled the sound to their delicate am afraid, took them all to Miss H


It is not at all comfortable to be told somebody that it shouldn't.”

how much human life goes to the making of Of Hood's power to enter into the heart of the robes you wear, or how many roses are a child, and measure the world through its taken from fair childish cheeks to give a moeyes, bis remark on the size of the sea is a fe- ment's sweetness and a glow of color to a licitous illustration. It so admirably ex- costly faded life! So they turned away and presses that affection of the little one which forgot it as quickly as possible. A recent seeks to embrace what it loves, and is not sat- event has proved to us how necessary it is isfied with the greater possessions and less that the vision of the “ Lady's Dream" should power; while the description of the sea run- I be shown again and again, with its appalling



The ques


sights that will be seen though the eyes are And yet it never was in my soul shut. The poet tells us how the lady lay in

To play so ill a part : but her soft warm bed, a very nest of luxury ;

But evil is wrought by want of Thought,

As well as want of Heart." she moaned in her broken sleep, and tossed her restless arms. So great was her terror When a man like this has lived his life that she started up, and seemed to see some and done his work, and Death has put his dreadful phantom in the dark, and the cur

- Finis” to the book, one great question is, tains shook with her tremblings :

" What has he laid up for himself out of this

life to bear interest in another? “ And the light that fell on the bordered quilt Kept a tremulous gleam ;

tion on our side is, “ What has he done for the And her voice was hollow, and shook as she world? what is the value of his life and writcried

ings to us?” Hood’s life was a long disease, Oh, me! that awful dream!'

for which death alone possessed the secret “ That weary, weary walk

of healing; a hand-to-hand, foot-to-foot, and In the churchyard's dismal ground !

face-to-face struggle day by day with adverse And those horrible things with shady wings, circunstances for the means of living. Yet That came and fitted round,

out of all the suffering he secreted a precious Death, death, and nothing but death, In every sight and sound !

pearl of poetry which will be thing of

beauty ; " and, in spite of poverty and pain, 66 And oh ! those maidens young,

he shed on the world such a smile of fun and Who wrought in that dreary room,

fancy as will be a merry memory

66 forever." With figures drooping and spectres thin, And cheeks without a bloom ;

But it is Thomas Hood's chief glory that And the voice that cried, · For the pomp of pride, he “ remembered the forgotten.” His greatWe haste to an early tomb!'

est work is that which his poems will do for “ And then they pointed. I never saw

the poor. The proudest place for his name A ground so full of graves !

is on the banner borne at the head of their And still the coffins came

great army as it marches on to many a vicWith their sorrowful trains and slow ; tory over ignorance, crime, and wrong. The Coffin after coffin still,

lines written by Æschylus for his own epiIn sad and sickening show !”

taph show us that he was prouder of having But for the vision the lady had never fought at Marathon and left his mark upon dreamed of this world's walking spectres and the Mede than of all the works he had writthe moving shadows, so to speak, of Fash-ten. Heine, the German Poet-Wit, tells his ion's fleeting brightnessmof the hearts that countrymen he does not know whether he break daily, the tears that fall hourly, the has won the laurel, nor does he care what naked she might have clothed, the hungry they say of him as a poet; but they may lay she might have fed, the darkly-bewildered a sword upon his coffin because he was a on whose way she might have shed some lit- brave soldier in the war for the freedom of tle guiding light. Now all was revealed : mankind. In like manner, when we may have

expatiated on the wit of Hood, or shown his “ The sorrow I might have soothed,

fancy at the daintiest, the highest praise we And the unregarded tears ; For many a thronging shape was there,

can award is symbolled on his own tombFrom long-forgotten years.

stone, “ He

sang the Song of the Shirt :” he

gave one fitting voice to the dark, dumb “ Each pleading look, that long ago

world of poverty. Whilst others might be I scanned with a heedless eye, Each fice was gazing as plainly there,

discussing the “Condition-of-England"quesAs when I passed it by :

tion, and some were for reforming humanity Woe! woe for me if the past should be by new societary systeins, and many sat with Thus present when I die !

folded arms, saying, 6. There is nothing new “ Alas! I have walked through life

and there is nothing true, and it does not Too heedless where I trod;

matter ; come, let us worship Nirwana !” Nay, helping to trample my fellow-worm,

the poet went straight to the heart of the And til the burial sod.

matter, which was the common human heart that underlies all difference of condition,

all “ Oh! the wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart !

heavings of the body politic, all shapes of

government. We do not say that he was Statue or bust could never represent him to faultless, or that he always succeeded in the imagination. It is always a real human holding the balance even between the differ- being, a live workfellow or playfellow that ent classes of men. Indeed, his very last meets you with the quaintest, kindliest smile, aspiration was to correct an error which some takes you by the hand, looks into your face, of his writings might seem to encourage. and straightway your heart is touched to He says in the letter to Sir Robert Peel above open and let him in. In life he complained of alluded to,—the last letter that he ever his cold hand ;' it used to be chilly as though wrote, “My physical debility finds no tonic he was so near an acquaintance of Death virtue in a steel pen, otherwise I would have that they shook hands daily. You cannot written one more paper—a forewarning one feel the cold hand now ; that was put off with —against an evil, or the danger of it, arising the frail mortality. The hand he lays in from a literary movement in which I have yours is warm with life. He draws you had some share, a one-sided humanity, oppo- home to him. You must see Hood in his site to that catholic Shaksperian sympathy, home to know him : sec how he touches with which felt with king as well as peasant, and something of beauty the homeliest domestic duly estimated the mortal temptations of both relationships ; see how he will transmute the stations. Certain classes at the poles of 80- leadenest cares into the gold of wit or poetry; ciety are already too far asunder ; it should keep a continual ripple of mirth and sparkle be the duty of all writers to draw them of sunny light playing over the smiling surnearer by kindly attraction, not to aggravate face that hides the quiet dark deeps where the existing repulsion, and place a wider the tragic life is lived unseen; from the sadmoral gulf between rich and poor, with hate dest, dreariest night overhead bring out fairy on the one side and fear on the other. But worlds of exquisite fancy touched with rosiest I am too weak for this task, the last I had light. And whatsoever place his name may eet myself; it is death that stops my pen, win in the Temple of Fame, it is destined to you see, and not the pension.'

be a household word with all who speak the Finally, Hood was not one of those lofty English language. Though not one of the and commanding minds that rise but once an highest and most majestic amongst imınortals, age, on the mountain ranges of which light he will always be among those who are near first smiles and last lingers. He does not and dear to the English heart for the sake of keep his admirers standing at gaze in distant his noble pleading of the cause of the poor, reverence and awe! He is no cold, polished, and few names will call forth so tender a fastatuesque idol of the intellect, but one of miliarity of affection as that of rare “ Tom the darlings of the English heart. You never Hood.” think of Hood as dead and turned to marble.


The Duke of Coburg's late journey to North | graphs, after originaal water-color drawings by Africa is about to form the subject of a splendid Robert Kretschmer, and scientific allenli will work now in pr.piration. It will be in three complete the work. It is to appair in l.irge folio, parts. The first will contain the journey to Egypt, and its price is fixed at about five pounds. the stay at Criro and Alexandria, a Nile journey, the journey to the Red Sea and Massana.

Gustav FREITAG's novel, “ Debit and Credit,' cond part, written by tho duke himself, will scribe lanting and truvelling adventures in has got to its tenth edition, a figura reiched for e mountains of Abyssinia, and will include ob- the first time by a Germin novel in the course of zvations on the Bogo3 countries and their in

the present century. tbitants. The lust pirt will contain a history [ the events which befill the travelling comp.iny A PENDANT to Lessinr's “ Luokoon " has apist Mas.: :1, the return over Egypt, the second paired. It is also callel “ Lokoon," and its austay at Cairo, a visit of the ladies of the harem, thor is George Rathgeber, the author of " Anand the journcy home. Twenty chromo-litho-drokles, hitherto called the Borghese fighter.”




From The Spectator, 17 Oct equipment of the vessels in England within THE SEIZURE OF THE STEAM RAMS. low water-mark; and thirdly, the connection

between the equipment and the unlawful Ir the present impulses of the middle class purpose, the Enlistment Act was about as were obeyed, England would by one and the operative as if already obsolete. There was same act, offer the United States a casus belli, literally nothing to prevent the Peninsular surrender the right of the sovereign to pro- and Oriental Company from making war hibit private war, and establish the principle upon Egypt, under the Abyssinian flag, or that a power without a coast may keep a the whole Irish people from bombarding Italfighting fleet at sea. Fortunately those im- ian ports under the command of any officer pulses are, under our system, filtered by pass- nominated by the pope. The Government ing through minds hardened by the long pos- was sinking into the position of an authorsession of power, accustomed to watch the ity so discredited that it could not prevent consequences rather than the motives of pub- hostilities against powers with whom it had lic acts, and inclined in the first instance to decided to remain on friendly terms—to the distrust all popular and emotional policy. position, in fact, popularly assigned to the More fortunately still, the minister with whom Federal Cabinet with the additional aggravathe decision primarily rests is one in whom tion that the power claimed by single States the quality of pluck rises to a high political of the Union is exercised in this country by virtue, who regards responsibility not as an individual shipbuilders, and is extended by annoyance, but as the pleasantest incident of the colonies over the civilized world. There high official position. Earl Russell has sel is nothing Indian shipbuilders would like dom done a wiser, never a braver, public act better than pillaging Batavia under the flag than the stoppage of Mr. Laird's steam rams. of the Sultan of Bruni ; Mauritius owners He knows, no man better, how great will be would strike in in the quarrel between Madathe annoyance of the friends of the South, gascar and France with very decisive effect; how easy

it is in England to get up a clamor and even Australia, distant as she is, could against any act, however inevitable, which in the Pacific embroil us fairly with half the bears, or can be made to bear, an appearance powers of the globe. No government with a of submission to pressure from without. To right to exist, least of all a government stop the rams was to defy three-fourths of the founded on Conservative principles, could Conservative party, to irritate the whole endure such a state of things for an hour; shipping interest, to hazard a defeat in courts and had Earl Russell been as bitter a Southof law, and to risk an explosion of nation- erner as Lord Wharncliffe he must have asality like that which in 1858 hurled Lord serted the latent power of every civilized Palmerston from his place. The Foreign state to put down anarchy of this sort, to Secretary has dared it all, and in daring it terminate the possibility of legalized filibushas saved his country from a blunder, the terism. And having the work to do, ho consequences of which might have affected must, as a constitutional minister, have taken her position for generations to come. precisely the course he did take, have warned

The break-down of the Foreign Enlistment the builder to keep the ships, have made the Act, under Baron Pollock's decision in the warning effectual by sending a man-of-war to case of the Alexandra, had been followed by see it obeyed, and have then awaited with this extraordinary consequence. The Gov- placid contempt for party clamor, the decision ernment of the country, even when fully of Parliament on the principle it intended in supported by Parliament, seemed no longer future to maintain. Anybody who fancies to have the power of enforcing the neutrality that Parliament once formally appealed to of its own subjects. Any filibuster who will suffer its own supreme authority to glide chose to ally himself with a belligerent from its hands into those of unauthorized power, however great or however small- individuals does not understand the House of Russia or Ecuador, the Confederate States or Commons. In such a contingency we can Buenos Ayres-was at liberty to fit out a rely on Lord Robert Cecil as completely as on fleet, plate it with iron, send it three miles Lord Palmerston, and are not guilty of imto sea, follow it with its equipment, and pudence when we expect from Mr. Laird the then, without further warrant or entrance condemnation by vote of his own ship-yard. into his ally's port, without a belligerent The internal disgrace, the relaxation of the crew or any belligerent claim save a piece of legitimate power of the State in favor of filiparchment, to ravage the seas, burn, sink, or bustering, is a most serious danger, but it is destroy the ships of any power with whom his trifling when compared with the external one. employers might be at war. The Enlistment Suppose we had allowed these rams to go. Act could not prevent him ; for unless the The Federal States might possibly not have crown lawyers could prove, first, the secret declared war, for the Government of those intention of the builders; secondly, the States is wiser than its people, and the free

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