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twisting their long necks to crop the of towered masonery formed by Lambeth blades of the flowering Aags, or lifting Palace and Church. As we zigzag from their red beaks to the leaves of the over-side to side, the mist-bordered reaches hanging trees. The lazy ripple of the of the river look like wide lakes. We river on the pebbly strand at the foot of run in so close to the Houses of Parliathe water-side of the park - so trim in ment that, in spite of the mist, we can its core, so rough at its edges sug- see the scaled-off look of the stones of gests a trip upon the water. Let us take that magnificent modern-antique readyboat at the pier hard by. Old Chelsea made : to one who has crossed the line, Church and the old trees and houses of the noses of some of the sculptured Cheyne Walk have a Fata Morgana look. figures suggest a memory of the time Two white wager-boats, pulled by white-) when the skin peeled off his nose in clad spectres, dart out of the mist ahead, curly shavings, though from a very differand dart into the mist astern - emblems ent.cause. Red and white St. Thomas's reversed in life. A train thunders over Hospital on the other side might serve the railway-bridge, adding a coil of slug- for a dyspeptically despondent butcher's gishly curling snowy vapour to the mouse- dream of vanishing raw beef. When, coloured mist. A black lighter - one under graceful Westminster-Bridge, the long sweep sprawling like a broken fin, funnel comes down, like a hemlock-stalk the other tugged at, doggedly though half cut in two by stick of idle wanderer seemingly, lazily, by the lighterman, practising sword exercise — most ungenwhose sulky features are indistinguish- erously making use of its monopolized able — founders past like a wounded privilege to smoke abaft itself, by clogwhale. Tiers of black lighters, as gloomy ging our nostrils and defiling our shirtas if they were meant for Titans' Hoating fronts with unconsumed carbon - the hearses, loom alongside the shore's fog is thickening so that we begin to blurred higgledy-piggledy of piles and doubt whether our boat will get beyond wharfs and cranes, and “travellers ” on Hungerford; but, just as we have gaunt timber skeletons, and coal, and passed Hungerford Bridge, brick and stone, and chimney-pots and drain-pipes. At Nine Elms there is a Apollo's arrow flashes through the murk, maze of curving and crossing rails that

And flashes back in shattered gold. look like half-obliterated fork-scratches

greasy plate, with stumbling The sudden sunbeam gleams but for a horses straining at lead-coloured and few moments, but it has turned the emmud-coloured trucks, and men — clad bankment granite, and Somerset House presumably in green corduroy, but and Waterloo Bridge into shimmering looking exactly like chimney-sweeps snow, the embankment gardens into shouting huskily to the horses and glistening emerald ; it has lit up church one another under the supervision of vanes and windows in dusty brick houses, mist-magnified overseers, also leaden- glorified straw-laden barges, even grimy hued. The extinguisher turrets of Mil- coal-barges — and then it vanishes as bury Penitentiary perk up, blurred, suddenly as it came. As we flap the above the blurred jumble of its dirty- brown waters into dingy cream on our drab brick: the mist gives the place a way to our City wharf, we pass biliousBastille look of mystery. The Lambeth looking blotches of artificial light in embankment glimpses through the murky Temple chambers and riverside wareair like a long line of pale ghosts drawn houses: fog in her sober drab livery hath up along the banks of Styx; it is just once more all things clad when our skippossible to make out that builders are per sidle, his boat like a shying horse somewhere at work in the dark jumble / up to the Allhallows pier.



A PROJECT has been set on foot by Colonel fifty specimens of each species, so as to be able Grant, so well known from his African travels, to form groups representing every stage in the to form a loan exhibition of skulls and horns life of each, as also to show the varieties of of hollow-horned animals, in order that by species in different localities. When from observation and comparison of a large number three to five thousand specimens of the one of characteristic specimens, facts may be ob- hundred and fifty existing species have been tained regarding the form, sexual characters, promised, means will be taken to secure the and locality of each particular species. It is most suitable place in London for their exhi. proposed to have as many as from twenty to bition.


Fifth Series,
Volume III.


No. 1529. --September 27, 1873.


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Edinburgh Review,
II. INNOCENT: A Tale of Modern Life. By Mrs.

Oliphant, author of “Salem Chapel," " The
Minister's Wife,” Squire Arden,” etc.


the author of "Mirabeau," etc.,

Temple Bar,
IV. THE PARISIANS. By Lord Lytton, author of

“ The Last Days of Pompeii,” “My Novel,”
“The Caxtons," etc. Part XVI.,

Blackwood's Magazine,

Saturday Review, VI. PRINCE BISMARCK's Next STROKE,



Title and Index to Volume CXVIII.

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THE HAPPINESS OF A PASTORAL LIFE. With peace unbroken rife.


I dare not say — how near to perfect bliss. (In the Original Metre.)

Tinsley's Magazine.
THRICE happy shepherd race,
Who live content upon your humble store

Full in the heaven's kind face;
Far from the crowd's wild roar,

Ye fear no winds, or waves that lash the shore.

She sat beneath an ancient spreading oak We live mid each dull care

At close of day, the while the young May Which in the troubled waters man must meet; The chiefest joys we share

Rose like a queen to grant a promised Are as the shadows fleet,

And far more full of bitter than of sweet. He lying at her feet, his purple cloak

Beside him, while delicious silence woke
A thousand thoughts await
With anxious mien the dawn of every day ;

Heart-echoes. Fairy ferns made tune

In the soft-sighing wind, and foxgloves soon Which, like some gloomy Fate,

Answered the strain, and the sweet silence Track us along our way,

broke. And from our shadowed life take all the joy Around them bloomed primrose and violet, away.

The daffodil and dear forget-me-not,

The while the fragrant woodruff made regret A thousand mad desires

That they so soon should leave the charmed Bring trouble down on us with gloomy wings;

spot; Our dark unholy fires,

And the fond lovers looked with lips apart Despair of better things, Fill all our soul with vain imaginings.

Summer in nature, summer in each heart.


While ye, at break of day,
Rise gaily up and hail the happy morn;
The meadow's flowery way

By you is duly shorn
Of all the treasures on its wide face born.

METHINKS that voice exults most joyously

That from the thrush's speckled bosom flows; Then as the day grows bright,

Surely the rapture-raising minstrel knows Your flocks towards the pastures move along ;

That the same Life that fills her throat with With hearts all pure and light,

glee And free from every wrong,

Climbs swiftly up each bark-bound stem and Your labours ye beguile with blithesome song. Will shew green tissues where the leaflets lie Oft in some valley deep

Yet winter-held, and to the bluer sky Which never glowed beneath the sun's warm Still howls the northern wind with angry

Give fragrance fresher than the scents of June. look,

power, All undisturbed ye sleep,

But this loud airy music rings his knell ; In some sequestered nook

In her own tuneful tongue doth Nature tell Where echo answers to the rippling brook.

By her own warbling prophet that the hour

Approaches fast when a benigner reign Or on its bank, mid flow'rs,

Will beautify the world with greener robes With some fair shepherdess in converse low,

again. Ye pass the summer hours, Scarce recking how they go ;

The song is not thine own that thou, fond bird, And weariness all day ye never know.

From thy lone perch upon the budding thorn,

Bestowest on the misty-hooded morn: For you the autumn brings

'Tis the old voice of Love that Time has heard Of purple grapes and apples bright its store; Through all the changes of aspiring years. Their most delicious things

Full-hearted Hope, pavilioned by thy wings, The honey-bees hand o'er;

Inspires thy breast, and in thy matin sings, The cattle haste their milky draughts to pour. Pouring a mirthful wisdom in our ears;

And we who listen, feel our spirits risc Or when the wintry skies

As to the dawning of a better day, Bring long surcease to all your summer mirth, Responsive to the presage of thy lay. Amid the snows and ice

Green fields are with the coming spring and Ye sit around the hearth,

skies And let the draughts of wine to joy give birth. Breasted by softer clouds, and flowers and

streams A quiet tranquil life,

Rejoicing in the presence of her brighter Where all our mad delights and griefs ye miss, beams.

Chambers' Journal

From The Edinburgh Review. thought and similarity of will is testified THE TREVELYAN PAPERS.*

no less by the records of their actions “SOME,” says Boswell, in that senten- than by their features in the family portious style which it was usually his pleas-traits. ure to assume after having had the ben- It is therefore with some little regret efit of the great Doctor's conversation that we discover, as yet, such slight probfor some weeks, “some have affected to ability of accession to our existing malaugh at the ‘History of the House of terials in this department from the Yvery?” (a production which seems never labours of the Commission on Historical to have got beyond the stage of private Manuscripts, of which the third Report printing and distribution). “ It would be is now before us. It is needless to say well if many others would transmit their that the Appendix to this Report embodpedigrees to posterity, with the same ies a considerable variety of matter of accuracy and generous zeal with which importance to the antiquarian, the histothe noble lord who compiled that work rian, and the genealogist; and the Rehas honoured and perpetuated his ances- port itself promises much more. But of try. Family histories, like the imagines that particular kind of memorial of the majorum of the ancients, excite to vir- past of which we are now in search — the tue.” We entirely agree with our favour- domestic correspondence and diaries of ite biographer, though not adopting the private families, continued from one genmagniloquence with which he announces eration to another — we find but slender his opinion. As the life of an individual trace. Such treasures are

no doubt furnishes upon the whole the most agree- scarce, and perhaps they are somewhat able of all literary subjects, other than charily communicated. Possibly the exthe merely romantic, to the majority of plorations of the Commission may yet readers; so the life of a family, duly serve to disinter a few more of them. In traced and authenticated, ought to sup- the meantime we have abundant reason to ply matter not indeed of the same class be thankful to those few who have opened of interest, but still of no common utility for us the innermost recesses of their both for amusement and instruction. family archives, and enabled us, here and For the individual lives on in his family. there, to trace to our satisfaction the hisIt has often been remarked how the great tory of a knightly or gentle name through Gentes of Roman history – the Valerii,

comprehensive period of time, the Claudii, the Scipios, and so forth

and the position which it held towards seemed to prolong, generation after gen- the changing world around it. eration, particular types, not only of

At the head of all English records of political sentiment and conduct, but of this description stands the collection personal character. And the same spe. commonly known as the “ Paston Letcialty has been observed in respect of ters.” We have before us the first volour noble English races, which have ume of it, in a handsome reprint,* edited taken from father to son so large a share in by the thoroughly competent hand of our political and social life. Percys, and Mr. James Gairdner of the Record Office, Mortimers, and Cliffords in old days; who has supplied it with a voluminous Howards, Russells, Grenvilles, and many introduction, to which we can only take more in later times, have constituted not one objection — that he has had it printmerely households, but as it were castes —

ed in so exceedingly minute a charlines of men in whom a certain identity of acter, that an antiquary duly solicitous

about his eyesight would almost as soon 1. The Paston Letters. A New Edition. Edited encounter a roll of papyrus, or a monkish by JAMES GAIRDNER, of the Public Record Office. Vol. 1. 1872.

2. Trevelyan Papers. Part I. II. Edited by J. * This reprint forms part of a series of the English Payne Collier, Esq. Part III. (with introduction). Classics of the sixteenth century, which are republished Edited by Sir Walter CALVERLEY TREVELYAN, Bart., in excellent taste, and at a very low price, by Mr. Arber, and Sir Charles EDWARD TREVELYAN, K.C.B. of Queen's Square. They ought to be household books Printed for the Camden Society. 1857-1872.

wherever the English tongue is spoken.


manuscript charter of the thirteenth cen- will, when he carried it off from council tury. The singular history of the “ Pas- in his pocket, from his Majesty they ton Letters” has of late acquired re- never returned. “ The originals of the newed interest. They found their way first two volumes are missing, though from divers repositories, previously to they were presented to the King in 1787, 1787, into the possession of Mr. Fenn of bound in three volumes, and, no doubt, East Dereham, in Norfolk, afterwards the binding was a handsome one." All Sir Richard ; described by Horace Wal- search to 'recover them has bitherto pole as a “smatterer in antiquity, but a proved fruitless. “ There is a tradition very good sort of man.” Mr. Fenn ar- that they were last seen in the hands of ranged and published the two first vol- Queen Charlotte, who, it is supposed, umes, “with a very lengthy title.” Their must have lent them to one of her ladies appearance at once excited considerable in attendance. (?) If so, it is strange attention, mainly owing to the interest that they should have been lost sight of. taken in them by Walpole himself, who, They are not in the library of King whatever amount of frivolity may have George III., which is now in the British attached to his tastes, was au fond a zeal- Museum, nor do they appear in any of ous and a discerning student of English the Royal palaces. The late Prince Conantiquity. “These letters," he said, sort, just before his death, instituted a “make to me all other letters not worth search which he had great hope would at reading." Hannah More, no doubt in last bring them to light. I have been common with many other literary person informed that it has since been comages at that time, was of a different pleted, but the missing originals remain opinion. The letters, she declared, were still unaccounted for.” quite barbarous in style, with none of Singularly enough, the history of the the elegance of their supposed contem- remaining part of the work is subject to porary Rowley! “They might be of difficulties and obscurities almost equally some use to correct history, but as letters great. A third and fourth volume were and fine reading, nothing was to be said published by Mr., now become Sir Richfor them !” Nevertheless

ard, Fenn. The collective originals of “ The Paston Letters ” (Mr. Gairdner con

these have never been recovered ; but tinues) were soon in every one's hands. The “it happens that the first document in work appeared (1787) under royal patronage ; volume iii. has been actually found, and for Fenn had got leave beforehand to dedicate is now in the British Museum.” it to the King as the avowed patron of anti- Volume v. was published, several years quarian knowledge. .. A whole edition afterwards, by the late Serjeant Frere ; was disposed of in a week; and a second edi. of this, also, the MS. was altogether lost tion called for, which, after undergoing some

sight of. little revision with the assistance of Mr. George strange deficiencies was, that “an in

The consequence of these Steevens, the Shakespearian editor, was published the same year. Meanwhile, to gratify genious littérateur," as Mr. Gairdner the curious, the original MS. letters were determs him, raised critical doubts, which posited for a time in the library of the Society were acknowledged by some as plausible, of Antiquaries ; but the King having expressed respecting the authenticity of the whole a wish to see them, Fenn sent them to the series. This was done in an article palace, requesting that if they were thought which appeared in “ the Fortnightly Reworthy of a place in the royal collection, his view.” Its appearance set the descendMajesty would be pleased to accept them. ant of the editor, Mr. Philip Frere, on a They were accordingly added to the royal new search ; and the originals of volume library, and as an acknowledgment of the value v. were actually discovered at last in an of the gift, Fenn was summoned to court, and old box at his house in Norfolk. Those received the honour of knighthood.

who were present at the following meeting Here begins the problematical part of of the Society of Antiquaries may well rethe history. To the King the letters member their triumphant production in certainly went; but, like George 11.'s the very presence of the unlucky sceptic,

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