THE DAILY EV EKING TELEGRAPH. PHILADELPHIA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 186T.
LITERATURE.
jlEVIEW OF NEW BOOKS.
WooDfli'PJf Grawok. By William Ilowitt. T.
B. l'ctcrson & Brothers, No. 306 Chesnut
Utrcct.
Wo'wlburn Orange" is a novel of decided
originality, and writ ten with foree nud elegance.
Jt ts a tale of English country life, partly de
scriptive of pcenery, hut principally pleasing
Jxicaune of its vivid delineation of character.
Opening with a picture of the lat of a long
lino of baronet, it presents with vivid con
trast the opposite of aristocratic imbecility, and
a poor man, the descendant of a race of beggars,
mlf-made, and rising in the world's esteem,
The character of Kir Roger de'Rockville is a
capital one. It is skilfully conceived, and is
in no respect unnatural:
tn Rnch a condition wad now reduced the
iiHt of the long lino of Itockvllle. Tlie spirit
if policeman had taken possosHlon of him:
ha had keepers and watchmen out on all
ildcn but ttiat did not aatlHfy him. lie was
Perpetually haunted wlta the Idea thnt
noacners were after h 18 game; that trespassers
were In his woods. Ills whole life was now
pent in strolliDR to and fro In his fields and
iiUntations, and In prowling alou his river
side He looked under bedizen, and watched
for long hours under forest trees. If anyone
had a curiosity to see 81r Kop;er, they had only
to eoter bis Holds by the wood-side, and wander
a few yards from the path, and he was almost
sure to spring out over the hedgo, and in hur
ried and angry, almost stammering tones,
demand their name and address. The descend
ant of the chivalrous and steel-clad I)e Kock
ville was sunk Into a restless spy ou bis own
ample property. There was but one Idea In bis
mind encroachment. It was destitute of all
other furniture but the musty technicalities of
-warrants and commitments. There was a
Htcallhy and skulking manner In everything
lie did. lie went to church on Sunday, but It
was no longer by the grand Iron gate opposite
to his bouse that stood generally with a largo
spider's web woven over tha lock, and several
others in the corners ot the fine iron tracery,
bearing evidence ol the long period since It had
lieen opened. How tlillerent to the time whon
8ir Koger and Lady Itockvllle had had these
pates thrown wide ou Sunday morning, and
with all their train of household servauts at
their back, with true antique dignity, marched,
with much proud humility, into the house of
God 1 Now Hit Koger the solitary, suspicious,
indlgnlfied Sir Koger, the keeper and police
man of his own property stole In at a little
side-gate from his paddock, and back the same
way, wondering all the time whether there was
Tiot somebody In his pheasant preserves, or
Sunday trepassers in his grove.
If you entered his house, It gave you as
cheerless a feeling as its owner. There was a
conservatory, so splendid with rich plants and
llowers In his mother's time, now a dusty re
ceptacle of hampers, broken hand-glasses, and
garden tools. These tools could never be used,
lor the gardens hud grown wild. Tall grass
grew In the walks, and the huge unpruned
shrubs disputed the passage with you. In the
wood ubove '.ho garden, reached by several
flights of fine, but new moss-grown steps, there
stood a pavilion, once clearly very beautiful,
Jt was now damp and ruinous lis walls
covered with greenness and crawling insects.
It was a great lurking place of Sir Koger, when
on the watch for poachers.
The line of the Kockvillos was evidently
running fast out. It had reached the extremity
of Jinbeeility and contempt it must soon reach
Its close.
Sir Roger used to make his regular annual
TiBit to town; but of late, when there, he had
Wandered restlessly about the streets, peeping
Into the shop-windows; and if it rained, he
would stand under an entry for hours, walling
till It was gone over, rather than take a cab or
omnibus. The habit of lurking and peering
about was become Uxed, and his feet bore him
instinctively into those narrow and crowded
alleys where swarm the poachers of the city
the trespassers and anglers in the game pre
serves and streams of humanity. He had lost
all pleasure In his club; the most exciting
themes of political life retained no piquancy
for him. Ills old friends ceased to llnd any
pleasure in him. He was becoming the driest
of all dry wells. Poachers and anglers, and
Methodists haunted the wretched purlieus of
Ills fast fading-out mind, and he resolved to go
totownnomoje. His whole nature was oen
tred In his woods. He was forever on th watch;
nnd when at Kockville again, if he heard a door
clap when in bed, he thought it a gun in his
-rcrwia. onri irm nn and out with his keepers.
Of what value was that magnificent estate to
liim? these superb woods; those finely hanging
oiwva. that, risur nnd riant river, curving, travel
ling on, and taking a noble sweep below his
window; that glorious exoanse of most verdant
nimnnc utroinhinir nlmoRt to Castleborough,
and enlivened by numerous herds of the most
beautiful cattle; those old farms and shady lanes
overhung wlin nazei auu whu iui e;""""
4n hrnnlr nrwlt.hn Hon PS of WOOdland birds
what were they to that old roan, that victim to
the delusive doctrine oi dioou, oi m unm-nop,
of an hereditary name?
The opposite, in every respect, to this type of
fossilized aristocracy appears bimon Hegge a
plebeian, a reformer, a liberal, an English Kadi
cal. Ilia character, well painted, is one of
Sterling integrity, of undying energy; in every
lespect what we of America would call a rising
man. Continually interfering in behalf of the
people, he rises to a high place in the popular
regard, and the war between him and Sir
Boger is a good illustration of how such a con
test is carried on. The following extract shows
a passage of arms, and the result :
A laborer and his son, a boy about ten years
of sue. was returning from the fields towards
HiUmarlin village, and were following the
footpath through a oopse, when the lad saw a
thrush's nest on one of tha lowest boughs of a
spruce-fir, temptingly nestled close to the stem,
Tint mora than a vard from the eround. Away
lie ran towards it, his father stopping for him
on the path. Arrived near the tree, the laa an
he ran struck his foot against something and
Jell, but Jumping up, said:
nh fnthar. here is a treat chain!"
He was stooping to lift It up, when the father
cried out;
r,pt it alone! let It alone! it is a man-trap!"
The boy stood terrified at the dreaded name
.fa man-trap. The father advanced carefully,
poking the ground, which was covered with
dead leaves, with a long pole which he picked
up. When he came to the spot where the boy
tmfl hBBawtiartof a Btrone chain laid bare,
and, lifting It up, discovered close to his feet a
stout iron pin, which was driven into tho
,l and thus confined the chain. Telling
the boy not to move, he gradually lifted the
Chain till he felt It again last.
He looked round, and discovering a large
tfn h fetched it. and discharged it Into the
place where he supposed the centre of tho trap
to be. At once with a horrid snap and clang,
the laws of the huge trap sprang out or the con
oiir loavna nnd clashed together with a dire
vnt.hnr and sou stood rooted fast
with terror. There was revealod the great iron
inin i,.ir,-in'lB of at least half a yard
kiizh. with its hideous Iron teeth closed, and
er.!Thl?eB!"6.aidyihe fath,r-"take care. Tom.
how you go a bird-nesting into woods. If this
Had caught you it would have snapped you in
the very middle of your body, and these devil s
teeth would have almost met in your flesh.
Uobody but the wretch of a keeper as set it
could have got you out and if you had ben by
yersen you mud ba' died afore anybody had
UTheeman, Immediately on reaching the yll-
account with great indignation, and taking
another strong man with him, went to the
place to see this truly "Infernal machine, lie
found it within five yards of the footpath
through the copse, and expressing his astonisn
xnentand abhorrence of an act, then become as
Illegal as it was monstrous, he ordered the men
to take It and carry It to the village. There
they deposited It by the public stocks, and
chained it, and made it fast by a padlock to it
Jilting companions. The exnimuon, du mo
place In which this horrid engine was found,
created a most Indignant sensation against tair
KoL'er Kockville, and his keeper. Such were
the diabolical machines that, use4 to be set in
,ur earoe preserves half a century ago or more,
lmocoaiolv the lesser trap is yet set
for less Animals now. Hnch in the wonderful
rfl'ect of custom, ml of Relflnh intermit, that
those dire engine of ademonine cruelty could
be plnDted here and there In Kngliah wood,
and whloh might catch and hold In their
hideous fanfts hmrian creatures, and keep them
In inexpressible tortures for perhaps twelve
hours or more; all the lime the gentlemen and
the ladles on those estates were leaping com
fortably In their beds. Buota was the force of
these man-traps, tluit they required a man with
an iron winch to open them by a mecbauistn
attached for the purpose.
These barbarous machines had now been
made Illegal by act of Parliament, yet Sir Roger
and otherH continued to use them, as I know,
for I myself had long after this period a narrow
eicnpe, when botanizing, of being caught In one
In the woods of Htrelly, uear Nottingham; and
that within a few yards ot a foot road!
There was a great running from all parts of
the village to see this monument of the tender
mercies of Sir Koccr Kockville. and many were
the inverted blessings showered on his head.
Very soon, however, the keener came In hot
baste to reclaim bis trap, aud Mr. legge imme
diately apprehended him by warrant, and com
mitted him to the House of Correction and hard
labor for six months.
While the social distinctions ns they appear
in Great Britain are well developed in the
work, yet, wherever tho necessity exi.stp, tho
author shows himself fully capable of vivid
writing. His description of a runaway horse
is well worthy of reprist:
At this moment Lettv fonnrl It rather hard
work to hold her In. Hlie had a short, dancing.
Impatient action, and seemed to long to be oil'
at a smart rate. All at once there was a blow
on the high hawthorne hedge on the left hand
oi tne roan, ana our went the mare, sue toon
the bit between her teeth, stretched out her
neck as straight as a dart, laid back her ears,
and away 1 George and Mr. Ucgee endeavored
to siiring on before her, and seize her by the
bridle-rein, but this only set her off more im
petuously ihan before. In vain Letly pulled
her in with all her power, and endeavored to
pluck, by a sudden Jerk, tho bit out of her
teeth. She held it as last as If in a vice, ami
went oil, spite of ber efforts, at a furious rate.
George and Mr. Degge were In the utmost
alarm. Any attempt to pursue her only made
the frantic animal dash on more mauly. One
thing appeared in Letty's favor; there was a
long, ascending, though not very steep hill,
and her friends trusted that the mare would
wind herself before she got -to the top, and so
allow herself to be nulled in. Ueoree. without
daring to gallop alter her at lull speed, yet
kept on at a smart pace, taking the grassy
borders of the road, so as not to let the flying
animal hear him more than he could help.
Mr. lleggo, who stopped for a moment to look
over a gate into the field, to see whence tho
alarm had come, was now galloping rapidly
after. Letty kept her seat like a capital horse
woman as she was; and George felt confident
that, unless something caused tho mare to start
aside or to fall, she would go on safely home
with her. Uut there might bo people coming
who might attempt to stop the mare, and
cause her to swerve suddenly aside, or she
might dash suddenly ngainst one of the two
turnpike gates, and kill both herself and rider.
The 6peed at which she flew on was frightful.
God's providence could alone prevent some
fatal disaster. In one place there was a broken
spot In the middle of the road, over which she
sprang with a tremendous leap; but Letty sat
securely, and away J away ! they went like
the wind, the two gentlemen in breathless
terror following as near as they dare approach.
Anon, the flying manlao steed came to a
steep and considerable descent. " If Letty
keeps her seat there," said or rather thought
George, "it will all be well." He gazed with
uxed eyes and suspended breath as he himself
sped along, expecting to see his sister lose, In
that rapid, shaking descent, her equilibrium,
and perhaps fly over the horse's head; but no,
unmoved, undaunted, as it would appear by
ber steady figure and altitude, on she flew,
a ciouu oi aust coming driving thickly behind
ber.
Again she dashed up another ascent, and
Was now ou a long level road there ! one of
the toll-bars, but standing wide open. Through
clashed the horse and rider. Out rushed a
woman, threw ber arms aloft over her head,
anu stooa,as tne two gentlemen rusnea past,
like a picture of ghastly and petrified horror.
On, away! awayl the next tol-bar, but this
time the gate shut. George was an horror,
expecting, in chill desperation, a terrible tra
gedy, on went the mare, witnout stop or stay,
dashed against the gate, which flew aside, and
on they went more frightfully than ever.
'God send," said George in his soul, "that no
wagon may be comiug mis way tne furious
beast wouia aasu right upon it, anu"
But now the race was nearly at an end. Four
miles were they distant when the mare started
off, and now they were flying down the sandy
road under the ciin towards woouourn urange.
AS their Worses made little noise in the deep
sand of the road, George and M r. Degge spurred
on, and saw, as they turned the bund of the
road, the mare dash right up to the gates of the
stable yard, and stop in an instant. George
expected to see ieity piicueu rigut over tne
yard gates, which were not higher than the
horse's shoulder. She was thrown only on Its
neck, and there lay a moment us if stunned.
By the time George rode up she had recovered
herself, and had sprung to the ground, where
she stood pale, wild, and as in a dream. George
sprang from his horse, and, catching her lu
niB arms, saia; "xnank uou tnat an is wea !
But we cannot continue to show the stylo of
the work by further extracts. We liave tried
to let it speak lor itseii. lo sum up our
judgment, the work is one of the best novels
wliith have of late fallen under our notice. It
is well conceived and well executed. It has
the freshness of novelty about it, and the work,
as a whole, will well repay perusal. It is got
up in tho best style of any of Petersons' pub
lications, nnd will doubtless have a large sale.
New America. By William Ilepworth Dixon
Messrs. J. ii. .Lippincott Lo. announce
that, by special arrangement with the author
they will, publish "New America" during the
present month. The following extracts we
quote as illustrative of its style:
BXTRACTS.
"Under these walls of Kichmond the battle ot
mat principle was lairiy iougut; witnaskiu. a
priae, a vaior, on eiiuer siue, to recall tne
charges at Naseby and at Marston Moor: but
the Cavaliers went down, and the Middle Anes
tVion ttit. thotr final tlalil '
"les: here in Kichmond. amone these Gal
lant swordsmen of the South, on whom the war
nas laiien with lis deadliest weight men
broken in their fortunes, widowed in their
affections may admit, and some proclaim, that
tney nave maue a surprising cuango of rront.
. . . The victors have sot their mark unon
them, so that they shall fill no further office of
commnud. xneir irienas may grieve over this
exclusion ; but the nation has to live ; and the
rank and 11 leof the South will not punish itself
lorever, even for the sake of those who. In their
enthusiasm, may nave misiau it into death. In
fact, the tide has turned; the same sea rolls
and swells ; but tne eon oi separation has be
come the tide of Union." .....
"In their passion to be free they had forgotten
the saving power and virtue Which belong to
order, balance, equipoise of powers. To ualn
their darling wish the right to stand alone
tney wouiu uave rem society io Bureau, and
nut the world back in its course a thousand
years. They see their error now, and would
undo their work; so far as Buch a deed can ever
be undone." ....
"I do not mean to say that here, In Kichmond,
the banner of Kobert Lee is trodden In the
mire it is not; neither should it be, since that
banner gleamed only over men who had armed
to defend a cause in which they found much
Klory and felt no shame. I only say that the
banner of Lee has been rolled to its staff, and
put away among the things of the past, with
much of the chlvalrio error, the romantic pas
sion, ot the South laid up and smoothed among
lis folds." ....
"Happily for the world, they failed and lost;
failed by a law of nature, lost bv an ordinance
ot Heaven. No calamity in politics could have
equalled the success of a slave empire, founded
on the ruin of a strong republic. All free
nations would have felt it, all honest men
would have suffered from It: but even with
their mistaken cause, theirretrograde policy,
their separatist bauner. what a fisht thev made!
Men who can perish gloriously for their faith
however false that faith may be will always
seize the imagination, bold the afieetious of a
gallant race. luhllug for a weak and failing
cause, these planters of Virginia, of Alabama,
of Mississippi, rodo into bailie m they would
have hurrifd to a feast; and many a man who
wished them no profit In their raid and fray
could not help rlitlng, ns it were, in line with
their foaming front, dashing with them Into
action, following thrir fiery course, with a flash
ing eye and a bounding pulse. Courage 1h eleo
trlo. Yon caught the llKht from Jackson's
sword, you flushed and panted after Stuart's
Plume. I neir sin was not mote striking than
their valor. Loyal to their false gods, to
their obsolptn creed, they proved their per
sonal honor by their deeds; these lordsof everv
luxury under heaven, striving with hunger and
with disease, and laying down their luxurious
lives In dltoh and breach. All around theHe
walls, In sandy rifts, under forest leaves, and by
lonely pools, lie the bones of young men, or old
men, who were once the pride, the strength, of
ft thousand happy Anglo-Saxon homes. Would
that their sins could be oovered up with a little
sand I
Out on yon lovely slope of hilt, from the
brow of which the reddening woods and wind
ing water of beautiful VlrKinia gladden tho
eyes of men for leagues and leagues, the pious
North has gathered into many beds, undor
many white stones, the shea of her illustrious
dead ; of youths who came down from the farms
In Ohio, from their mills in Vermont, from
their schools In Massachusetts; the thew, the
nerve, the brain of this great family ot free
men; who came down, singing their hymns
and hallelujahs ; giving up ease, and peace, and
love, and study, to save their country from
division, from civil war, from political death.
Singing their hymns, they lalnted by the
wnyslde; shouting their halleluiahs, they were
stricken In the trench and In the field. New
Mngland gave Its bestand bravest to that slope.
I know a street in Boston from every house in
which death has taken spoil; In tho houses of
poet and teacher I have seen Kaehel mourning
with a proud Joy for the sons who wi'll never
come back to her 'again. These heroes sleep
on tbe hill-side, In the city which defied and
slew them; they have entered it as conquerors
at last; and here they will keep their silent
watch, the sentinels of a bright and holy
cause. All glory to them, now and for ever
more! "Out, too, In yon swamps and wastes, by the
deserted breastwork, by the fallen fort, by
the rank river margin, lie the ashes of a
broken and ruined host; of young men, of
old warriors, who rpde up from the cotton
lands of Louisiana, from the country-houses
of Georgia, from the rice-fields of Carolina,
to fight for a cause In which they had
learned to feel their right; soldiers as honest, as
brave, and proud as any of their sttougor and
keener foes. Hut the strong were right, and
the right were strong; and the weaker side went
down 1U tneir fierce embrace. They fell to
gether; their duty done, Iheif pasfjlya fjneut.
Many a tender office, many ft Sole mil greeting,
passed between these falling brothers, who
spoke the same tongue, who muttered the same
prayer, who owned one country and one God.
They died ou the same field, and whitened on
the same earth. Still, here aud there, some
pious hand picks up their bones together, just
as the warriors fell In battle, and laying them
side by side, leaves the two brot hers who had
come to strife, victor and vanquished, Unionist
and secedor, to sleep the long sleep in a com
mon bed."
"You sunny Kichmond slope, on which the
setting sun appears to linger, tipping with pink
the fair white stones, should be lor North and
South alike a place of rest, a sign of the New
America; an Imperishable proof of their recon
ciliation, no less than everlasting record of their
strife."
Calvary Virginia Traoemrs. Ity Langhton
Osborne. . JSew York: Hurd &
Ilouiihtou.
Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott & Co.
We seriously deprecate tho introduction of
what we have always been taught to consider
sacred and holy into light, or, at least, popular
literature. For that reason we condemned tho
"Pillar of Fire," and other novels, which,
while well intended, seems to us only calcu
lated to lessen the awe inspired by Deity, with
out adding to the attractions of religious sub
jects. Tho narration of Revelation, without
any of the amplifications of modern invention,
stands forth grandly simple; and all attempts
at familiarity, instead of making it more at
tractive, presents a picture like a grand
Gothic temple marred by tho light architecture
of Ionia. "Calvary," tho tragedy before tts,
is such an attempt at ornamentation. We do
not accuse its author of irreverence: we would
not pretend to judge of his motive, lie may
have written it for a sincerely good purpose.
Put he has failed in his attempt. No one will
turn to religious topics because of this work.
His narrative has none of the simplicity and
awfulness of the Apostolic narrative. And
truly, of all those works which seek to make
the Bible attractive, it may be said, "11 they
hear not Moses and tho Prophets, neither will
they be enlightened though one rise trom tho
dead." The portions ot the tragedy which
put words into the mouth of Jesus jar on all
our leelings ot reverence, and seem to us not
to exalt the poem, but rather to degrade
Christ in the eyes of the world. With probably
a laudable ambition, Mr. Osborne makes
the Redeemer say, in conversation with Mary:
Mary. And canst thou speak with calm
ness when my heart
Is aching for thee? Jesus, O my son!
Think on Thy mother, and avoid the storm
That now Is darkening o'er thee, and whose
shadow
Makes my blood curdle with the chill of death.
For my sake, O my darling!
jesus. pmiuu uiu pin ui
Bay to the fruit that leaves the parent stem,
Think on thy mother? when its time is come
It drops from over-ripeness, ana the iree
Knows It no more. Deem'Bt thou the Son
of Man
Can flee the hour appointed from all time?
He who is busy with my a ainer's wont
Must not be laggard, and not heed the rain,
Nor howling wind, nor thunder.
Mary. Still thou'speakest
As if thou aye wert toiling at the work
Thou dost no more and hast not done for years.
Vbo Is thy father, who thy brethren, son?
Jemis. My Father Is the Word that sent me
hither;
My brethren are the children of the Word.
The hour Is nigh when I must watch aud pray.
i-ray mou, too; lor tne cup tnat i snuii uraii
Will leave its dregs for thee.
Mary. Give me It all.
Or let me share It with thee.
Jesus. Thou? my cup?
The ringdove pray'd the eagle Let me soar
unto the clouds with thee ana snare my ucsk.
Poor timid wood-bird! vt her tender eves
Could not endure the suu, nor her soft wings
Sustain her to his eyrie. What I am
Thou canst not be, O woman, nor canst follow
v miner i go. But waten tnou uere aim imjt,
As I shall do where I most watch and wrestle.
And may that bosom where I once was laid,
quiet and happy, be more calm than mine.
Such passages as these seem inappropriate;
and wo prefer some other topic for tragedy
than a delineation of a subject of which the
world can form but an imperfect conception of
its horror. The description of the closing scene
is to us weak. It reads:
Centur. Look now!
The end approaches. "Tis the dying thirst
That tortures.
Ai'ewi. Yet the Immortal soul yields not.
His head droopg lower. Was not that a sigh?
Mary. Hpenk to me once again. Bost thou
not hear me?
Dost thou yet suffer greatlv, O my son?
Atco(. He hears her not. lie is past human
.sound.
Still lower sinks his head.
Jo.i. A Hm. He lifts it now.
Centur. There Is again the look I told ye of.
Jtsus. My God, my God! why hast thou for
sook me?
People. Hear him there; he calls upon his
God. '
Why comes he not to aid him?
T . . . toub-CtnturUm. Peace, thou Jew!
He hears him in a way to teach you all.
This lo release him. (Taket a tpear from a loldier
, and pierce the tde o Jesut.)
People, . Hark! he speaks again. , T
Jenu. My God, my God! into thy hands I
yield
My spirit. It U finijihod.
Mary. Jesue! .Soul
Those portions of the play which do not
treat directly of tho doings of the Saviour are
less objectionable, and many of them are fine.
The chorns of the angels, in the opening pages,
deserves notice:
The hour of earth is approaching
Thatsolemn, predestinate time,
When tbe thankless children of Jnoob
Complete their long record of crime;
When the Iiord, who from heaven descended
Adam's forfeit of sin to assume.
Ills mournful humanity ended,
(Shall be laid In a human tomb.
Would, would we might not hear, not see
them,
That our hearts were not conscious bofore
Of those death-throes, or conscience might
flee them, ,
Till the night of this angnish were o'er!
Till, the Bhadows of death away driven,
And the pathway of earth no more trod,
Tbe 1ord shall ascend his own heaven
And sit at the right hand of God.
Tho truth of the matter is, that Mr. Langhton
has taken a subject too grand for mortal deli
neation, and has, of course, failed. We do
not, however, judge him by this one poem,
but shall wait for further productions. His
"Virginia" is not a fair criterion of his merit.
His coming volumes, however, will speak for
themselves.
Charlks Wesley Seex in his Finer and Less
Familiar Poems. New York; Hurd &
Houghton. Philadelphia Agents: J. JJ. Lip
pincott & Co.
Wesley, as a hymnist, is well known to all
our readers, yet his ability as a poet is not
limited to that particular department. He has
published, probably, more than any other
write in verso who lias appeared in England.
His lyrics make, when published iu an un
abridged form, over three thousand closely
printed pages. Of all this work, but few of
his poems are known in America, and these
principally are altered for church service.
The little work before us is a compilation of
p well as are the best of the author's writings,
find yet not familiar to our public. We con
fess that many of them are entirely new to us,
and are well worthy of a more permanent
shape than any yet granted them. To tho ad
mirers of Charles Wesley the work will prove
particularly acceptable. Tho work is ar
ranged in such an order as to give the
reader some idea of the expressions used by
the author in his way through life. The
opening poems are biographical in their nature.
Thus, as he proceeds to answer tho charge of
treason at Wakefield, he writes:
Jesus, in this hour be near,
On Thy servant's side appear;
Called Thine honor to maintain,
Help a feeble child of man.
Thou who at Thy creature's bar
Didst Thy Deity declare,
Now my mouth and wisdom bo,
Witness for Thyself In me.
Gladly before rulers brought,
Free from trouble as from thought,
Let me Thee In them revere,
Own Thine awful minister.
On his return after acquittal, he expresses
his thankfulness :
Who that trusted in the Lord
Was ever put toshame?
Live, by earth and heaven adored,
Thou all-victorious Lamb !
Thou hast magnified Thy power,
Thou in my defense hast stood,
Kept my soul in danger's hour,
And armed me with Thy Blood.
Satan's slaves against me rose,
And sought my life to slay :
Thou hastbafiled all my foes,
And spoiled them of their prey.
Thou hast cast the accuser down,
Hast maintained Thy servant's right,
Made mine iunocency known,
And clear as noon-day light.
Thou, my great redeeming God,
My Jesus, still art near;
Kept by Thee, nor secret fraud
Nor open force I fear.
Safe amidst the snares of death,
Guarded by the King of kings,
Glad to live and die beneath
The shadow of Thy wings.
But not only are those which refer to par
ticular instances in his life found in tho volume,
but some of his grandest productions have
heretofore been unknown to our readers. The
one" on the anticipated invasion in 1759 has few
superiors in force and grandeur :
Let God, the mighty God,
The Lord of hosts, arise,
With terror clad, with strength endued,
And rent and bowed the skies !
Called down by faithful prayer,
Saviour, appear below,
Thine hand lift up, Thine arm make bare,
And quell Thy Church's foe.
Our Kefuge in distress,
In danger's darkest hour,
Appear as in the ancient days
With full redeeming power:
That Thy redeemed may sing
In glad triumphant strains,
Tbe Lord is God, the Lord Is King,
The Lord lorever reigns i
We with our ears have heard,
Our fathers us have told
The work that in their days appeared,
And In the times of old :
The mighty wonders wrought
By Heaven in their defense,
When Jacob's God for Britain fought,
And chased the invader hence.
Vainly invincible,
Their fleets the seas did hide,
And doomed our sires to death and hell,
And Israel's God defied :
But with His wind He blew.
But with His waves he rose,
And dashed, and scattered, and o'erthrew,
And swallowed up His foes.
Thou wilt not give us up
A prey Into their teeth.
But blast their aim, confound their hope,
Their league with hell and death.
With such deliverance bless
Whom Thou hast chose for thine.
That we and Europe may confess
The work Is all divine 1
The work contains much that is new to the
public, and should be useful to the compiler of
future editions of hymns.
Mrs. Cacdle'b Curtain Lectures. By Douglas
Jerrold. New York: Hurd & Houghton.
Philadelphia Agents: J. B. Lippincott & Co.
A neat edition of these inimitable lectures of
Jerrold has just been issued. It is handsomely
illustrated by Keene, and deserves a foremost
place among the comio literature of the day.
Although its contents are probably familiar to
many, yet we cannot but lay one of these lec
tures, as a specimen, before our readers. If it
has already met their eyo, it will stand a
second reading without detriment:
MB. CAUDLE HAS NOT ACTKn "LIKE A HC8
BAND" AT THE WKUDlHU-UINNElt,
"Ahmet It's no use wishing none at all:
but I Uo wish that yesterday fourteen years
could come back again. Little did I think, Mr;
Caudle, when you brought me home from
church, your lawful weddod wife little, I ay,
did I think that I should keep my wedding
dinner In the manner I have done to-day.
Fourteen years agol Yes, I see you now in your
blue coat with bright buttons, and your white
watered-satin waistcoat, and a moss rose-bud
lu your button-hole, which you said was like
me. what? 1 on nurr talked 'Hitch nontenxer
Jlal Mr. Cstidle. you don't know what you
talked that day but I do. Yes; and you then
taint me lame rs if yonr faoe, as I may sny,
was bullered with happiness and Whnl? No,
jr. v mm if, uun-i say mat; j nave not wippu m"
butter oft' not I. If ou. aliove all men, are
not happy, yon ought to be, gracious knows !
"Yes. I tciMlalkot fourteen years ago. Ha!
you sat bettlde me then, and picked out all sorts
of nice things for me. You'd have given me
pesrls and diamonds to cat If 1 could have swal
lowed 'em. , Yes. I say. vou sat beside me. and
What do you talk about? Vou coiilln't tit be-
stae tne to-auyr l hat's nothing at all to do with
it. But it s so like you. I eau't speak but you
fly of) to something else. Ha! aud when the
health of the young couple was drunk, what a
speech you made then! It was delicious ! How
yon made everybody cry, as if their hearts were
breaking; nnd I recollect it as If it was yester
day, bow the tears ran down dear father's noso,
and how dear mother nearly went into a fit!
Dear souls! They little thought, with all your
fine talk, how you'd use me! lima have you
uxed met O Mr. Caudle, how can you ask that
question? It's well for you I can't see you
blush. How have you used me !
"Well, that the same tongue could make a
neech Hue that, and then talk as it did to-day !
JJow did you talk Why, shamefully! What
did vou suv about your wedded happiness?
Why, nothing. What did you say about your
wir? WorsH than nolhlmr: lust as If shn were a
bargain you were sorry lor, but were obliged to
make the best of. What do you say? And
lidd'Hthe best If you say that again, Caudle,
I'll rise trom my bed. I'ou didn't say itt What,
then, did vou say? Something very like It, I
ktiow. Yes, a pretty speech f thauks for a
husDanui aiiu everyDouy couiu see idu you
didn't care a niu for me: and that's why you had
'em here: that's why you Invited 'em, lo losult
me to their faces. What?, l made you tnvueemr
Caudle, what nn accravatine man vou are !
"I suppose you'll say next I made you Invite
Miss l'rettyman? Oh, yeB; don't tell me her
brother brought her without your knowing it
What? Jidn t J hear him tav tot Of course I
did: but do you suppose I'm quite a fool? Do
you think I don't know that that was all settled
between you? And she mnst be a nice person
to come unasked to a woman's house! lun
know why she came. Oh, yes; she came to look
about her. What do 1 meant Oh, the meaning's
nlaln enough. IStie came to see how she should
like the rooms how she should like my seat at
the flre-mace: how she and if it isn t enough
lo break a mother's heart to bo treated bo!
bow she should like rnvdear Children.
"Now. it's no use your bonncluK about at but
of course that's It; 1 can't mention Miss l'retty
man, out you fling about as if you were In a fit;
Of course that shows there's something in It.
Otherwise, why should yon disturb yourself?
Do you think I didn't see her looking at the
ciphers on the spoons as If she already saw mine
scratched out aud tier's there? No, I sha'nt
drive you mad, Mr. Caudle; and If I do it's your
own fault. No other man would treat tU Wife
of hiB bosom In What do you say? You might
as well have married a hrdgehogt VYell, now It's
come to something ! But it's always the case !
W henever you've seen that Miss Prettyman,
I'm sure to be abused. A hedgehog ! A pretty
thing for a woman to b called by her husband !
Now you don't think I'll lie quietly in bed, and
be called a hedgehog do you, Mr. Caudle?
"Well, I only hope Miss Prettyman had a good
dinner, that's all. 1 had none! Y'ouknow I
had none how was I to get any? You know
that the only part of the turkey I care for is the
merry-thought. And that, of course, weut to
Miss Prettyman. Oh, I sawyou laugh whenyou
put It on her plate! And you don't suppose,
after such an insult as that, I'd taste another
thing upon the table? No, I should hope I have
more spirit than that. Yes; and you took wine
with her four times. What do you say? Only
tuicet Oh, you were so lost fascinated, Mr.
Caudle; yes, fascinated that you dld'nt know
what you did. However, I do think while I'm
alive I might be treated with respect at my own
table. 1 say, while I'm alive- for I know I
sha'nt last long, and then Miss Prettyman may
come and take it all. I'm wasting dally, and no
wonder. I never -say anything about it, but
every week my gowns are taken In.
"I've lived to learn something, to be sure!
Miss l'rettyman turned up ber nose at my cus
tards. It isn't sufficient that you're always
finding fault yourself, but you must bring
women home to sneer at me at my own table.
What do you say? She didn't turn uvhernosef
I know she did; not but what it's needless Pro
vidence has turned It up quite enough for her
already. And she must give herself airs over
mycubtards! Oh, I saw her mincing with the
spoon as if she was chewing sand. What do
you say? She praised my plum-puddingt Who
asked her to praise ii? Like her impudence, I
think!
"Yes, a pretty day I've passed. I shall not
forget this wedding-day, I think! And as I
say, a pretty speech you made in the way of
thanks. No, Caudle, if I was to live a hundred
years you needn't eroan, Mr. Caudle, I shall
not trouble you half that time if I was lo live a
bundled years, I should never forget it. Never !
You didn't even so much as bring one of your
children into your speech. And uear crea
tures! what have they done to offend you? No;
I shall not drive you mad. It's you, Mr. Caudle,
who'll drive me mad. .Everybody says so.
"And you suppose I didn't see how it was
managed, that you and tAa Miss Prettyman
were always partners at- whist? Mow was it
managed Why, plain enough. Of course you
packed the carus, aud could cut what you liked.
You'd settled that between you. Yes; and when
she took a trick, Instead of leading off a trump
she play whist. Indeed ! what did you say to
her, when she found it was wrong? Oh It was
. impossible that her heart should mistake ! And
this, Mr. Caudle, before people with your own
wife lu the room !
"And Miss Prettyman I won't hold my
tongue. I will talk of Miss Prettyman: who's
she, Indeed, that I shouldn't talk of her? I sup
pose she thinks she sings? What do you say?
A7ie .sings like a mermaidt Yes, very very like
a mermaid: for she never sings but she exposes
herself, bhe might, I tbinK, have chosen
another song. 'J love somebody,' Indeed; as if I
didn't know who was meant by that 'some
body;' and all the room knew it, of course; and
that was what It was done for nothing else.
''However, Mr. Candle, as my mind's made
np, I shall say no more about the matter to
night, but try to go to sleep."
"And to my astonishment and gratitude,"
writes Caudle, "she kept her word."
T. B. Peterson & Brothers are now getting
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"The Author's American Edition." In con
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for advance sheets of his various works, he
having been paid five thousand dollars in gold
for the early sheets of "Our Mutual Friend," and
the same amount in gold for all of his other
late works. This new edition is to bo printed
on the finest super-calendered paper, in the
finest manner, and will contain the whole of the
original English illustrations by Seymour,
"Phiz," Cruikshank, and other artists. The
first volume, containing "Our Mutual Friend,"
with forty-two illustrations by Marcus Stone,
will be published in a few days, at $1 in paper
cover and $125 iu green morocco cloth, with
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-We have received from Hurd & Hough
ton Dr. Hayes' "Open Polar Sea;" also,
"En Avant," and "Five Years," by Grace
Greenwood, which we will notice in a few days.
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