her work, and she thinks little or nothing of them. It is now three years since the cure was effected." "William Isaacs, carpenter, West Exe, Tiverton, in the employ of Messrs. Heathcoat, & Co. He was suddenly seized in the autumn of 1847, while employed at the bench, with severe pains in the groin, that immediately extended to the foot. The pain near the knee was excruciating. He thought at first that it was caused by a splinter, but on examination it was proved that this was not the case. He was carried home by two men and put to bed: two surgeons were immediately called in, who advised his removal to the hospital. The agonies he endured were fearful; on one occasion, an attempt being made to move his bed, he fainted with the pain. The leg and foot were enormously swelled, so much so that when he extended his leg straight before him he was unable to see his toes. This continued several weeks. The surgeons, believing there was a formation of matter, made an incision a little below the knee (or in the limb near the knee); a small quantity of matter then issued from the wound, but the operation afforded him no relief whatever. He was confined to his bed for nearly two months, during which time the pain was most excruciating. He had no rest whatever, he was nearly worn out for want of sleep, his appetite was gone, and he was reduced to a state of great weakness, despairing of obtaining any relief from the surgeons; and, being strongly advised by his friends to apply to Mr. Capern, he procured a pair of new crutches, and left his home for the purpose of going to Mr. Capern's residence. He was unable to put his foot to the ground, and it was only with great difficulty that he could manage to get along. Happening to meet Mr. Capern on the Exe bridge, he stated his object; Mr. C. invited him to turn back, and accompany him to the Swan-an inn not far from his own home. At the very first pass some sensations were experienced, and in less than five minutes he was entirely free from pain: he was delighted, and shouldered his crutches; and was so amazed at his sudden cure, that, without even awaiting to thank Mr. Capern, he ran off to the workshop, where he made his appearance to the great astonishment of his fellowworkmen, who knew the state to which he had been reduced. From his workshop he proceeded to the club-house, where he gave notice of his intention to relinquish his sick pay. This was on a Friday, and on the following Monday he was in full work. He has never had a return of the pain, or lost a day's work since. At the time of his applicatio n to Mr. Capern, he had no faith whatever in mesmerism." "Mr Samuel Doble, whitesmith, Gold Street, about 24 years since received a blow on the left leg by a heavy sledge hammer weilded by one of his fellow-workmen. The small bone of the leg was broken, and inflammation of the part subsequently began: a few months after he was attacked by pains in the same limb; the attack came on quite suddenly. He continued subject to these attacks ten or twelve times a year; they always came on without previous warning, sometimes when he was walking in the street, or engaged in his usual occupation, so that he was obliged to be assisted home. On one occasion he was suddenly attacked whilst on a ladder engaged in carrying up about 20 pounds of soda in a state of fusion, which he was compelled to throw down, and had to be assisted to the ground by some of his fellow-workmen. The attack sometimes lasted two or three weeks, and the pain was very severe; he was disabled during their continuance from attending to his work, and was generally confined to his house and frequently to his bed. He never had any medical advice, but tried a variety of remedies without improvement. He had once been engaged on heavy work all night, when Mr. Capern, on going to him in the morning, found him in great pain, hardly able to go about the house, and offered to operate upon him. Contact passes with the flat of the hand being made down the affected limb, he found immediate relief; there was a strong sensation of warmth and a pricking like that caused by the stinging of nettles in the soles of the feet in less than five minutes the pain had entirely ceased, and did not return for nearly three years. "About six weeks ago Mr. Capern accidentally met him in the street, and, hearing that he was suffering from a slight return of his old pain in consequence of a cold, offered to make the passes over him; and in a few minutes entirely relieved him, and the pain has not returned." What is the real nature of this curative power-is a question of the greatest moment. The work of Baron von Reichenbach- -a translation of which, with notes, by Dr. Ashburner, is speedily to be published-is said to throw great light upon this enquiry. I leave the subject, for the present; but shall return to it, in a future number. THOMAS COOPER. Reviews. Thoughts from the Inner Circle, By J. ALFRED LANGFORD, W. HARRIS, and H. LATHAM. Simpkin, Marshall, and Co. 6 THIS is a shilling pamphlet of poetry, very beautifully got up, and containing some very beautiful verse, the rival composition of three Birmingham friends. Their muse breathes liberality and progress, in every stanza, and on such themes as The Age,' The Railway,' Truth,' Italy,' The Future,' 'Knowledge.' It is difficult to pick out the gem, in this threefold string of pearls: the following-the composition of Mr. Langford-is almost selected at random. THERE is a light that beams from heaven, And all beneath its grateful power, It gladdens with its glow: Nor sun, nor moon, nor host of night, To all who seek to free the soul Earth's sorrow, care, and strife; To every heart with anguish riven, That looks from earth with hope to heaven; By foot of human kind; From frigid zone of ice and snow, To strength-destroying Ind; To prudent age, and sanguine youth; It was the fire Prometheus stole, And sought to give our suffering race A better Age of Gold Than that which bards, in idle rhyme, Where'er it beams, all wandering thoughts, Pass like the dews of early morn, Before the coming day: Nor time, nor space, nor depth, nor height, Though for a time it seem obscure, And clouds of darkness lower,- May lead the trusting mind; The Spirit; or, a Dream in the Woodlands. By WILLIAM JONES. John Chapman, Strand. Mr. JONES is a Leicester framework-knitter, the remembrance of whose intelligent friendship is endeared to me by many pleasing recollections. His muse has been cultivated in adversity; but she has neither become wrinkled nor decrepit by the disadvantages of her training. This Poem was written, as the author tells, in his preface, " during the dreadful crisis of '47 and '48,"-when he was "thrown like hundreds of his fellow-townsmen, out of employment," and when, "in utter abhorrence of the degrading influences of the stone-yard and Bastile-mill-the tests of pauperism in Leicester-he betook him to the woods, to think." And there is thinking, in every page in the poem, as well as examples of rich harmony. I wish I could afford room for a larger extract than the following most beautiful lyric: "Beautiful, beautiful is the day! Come, my love, now each path is gay, Let us wander forth to the woodlands, come ! "Beautiful, beautiful is the day! Let us wander forth to the woodlands, come! 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OLD SONG. wwwww MY LORD,-A man with your vulgar mind could scarcely be expected to act otherwise than you did, at the recent Protection. meeting at Stafford. But as dull as your intellect is naturally, I have no doubt, that the impression made upon your seat of honour,' by the kicks of the shoemakers, will have had some effect in sharpening your understanding. You thought that the iron rule so long attempted over the people of Staffordshire, by your order, with the brutal assistance of their tenantry,—had rendered you an object of terror, rather than of hate; of fear, rather than of contempt. You imagined that he whose nod to the foreman of the jury was so potential, when poor innocent Ellis was sent over sea for twenty-one years,had but to express his will on any subject in the Shire Hall of Stafford, and no workingman, at any rate, would dare to gainsay it. Unwarned by the frequent social convulsions of Staffordshire during the last few years, you believed that the numerous hangings had intimidated the people, or that the new immense fortified gaol overawed them. You were deceived. Your attempt to suppress free opinion at your 'Protection' meeting, and the hounding of the truncheon blues upon the people to enforce your vulgar will, were met with the sturdy spirit of Englishmen. The bread-taxing propensities of yourself and co-magnates were thwarted ; your hirelings were thoroughly beaten; and as for you-you were treated as if the shoemakers believed a lord was worse than live lumber! They rivalled each other in visiting your right honourable person most vigorously, in the very quarter where the visitation would inflict the greatest indignity! They pelted you, at last, out of the town! It seems, then, that you can cause riots, in Staffordshire. It has, now, come to be your turn. Your order feel their power is going; and you care little about breaking the peace, if you can frighten the Queen and little Lord John, by your display of energy, into a restoration of the Corn Laws. A few poor men addressed the Staffordshire people seven years ago, on their grievances, and a riot took place, when those who delivered the addresses, although they had no share either in plotting or enacting the violence, -were either imprisoned or transported. You can be permitted to raise violence, and to 'floor' your men in the open street, (for they say you fisted it valiantly!)—and you are to escape simply with black eyes and a little kicking. By my fay, but shares are not fairly dealt in this world? The world is changing, however, in England, my lord Talbot, You may wince; but you cannot have your Bread-tax again. And this is but the beginning of mortifications for your order. A few more years and mortgagees will foreclose, and take possession of many of their estates. You are in " fix," and cannot avoid this. The lowering of rents will only hasten it; and yet you must lower your rents. a Your little hearts' may shrink at the prospect; but why have not your clergy enlightened your minds? They have always been earnest in teaching my order, that humility was a virtue-why did they not teach yours, that there is a sure and dread retribution which, sooner or later, overtakes the evil doer? I am, my lord, yours, with real pity, THOMAS COOPER. Letters to Lords Spiritual. TO THE RIGHT REVEREND THE LORD HARRY OF EXETER. "Beneath his shadow broad and ample The slender oaklings sprout; No oakling hath a doubt That he shall upward and still upward climb, Till he have reached the sire-oak's height sublime !" Peter Pindarrics. MY DEAR BISHOP,-May you live a thousand years! How glorious is your image! how worthily the lesser shepherds of your fold strive to become like you! You are the grand mirror in which true churchmen view their features, and thus become satisfied that they wear the correct visage of orthodoxy. I give you joy, once more, of the success with which you set forth an example so abounding in virtues. Do not forget, however, to nurture with preferment, this your excellent imitator, the Rector of St. Stephen's, Exeter. He has grown up under your own eye, is your own spiritual child, and you ought to care for him, most tenderly. The wicked world, you are sure, my dear bishop, will say it was an infamous act to turn the poor boy out of the charity school for carrying round, to his employer's subscribers, the Weekly Dispatch and the Western Times-especially since he was a boy well-behaved and of good character. What impiety? How could the boy's character be good, if he carried such naughty papers to people's doors, the very prints in which you have been so often maltreated? And then, the lad's mother, having seven children to support, told the Rector and the Committee, that, if it were wrong for her child to do such errands, she was very willing that he should give over-only, she hoped some of the gentlemen would get him another place. What unreasonable impudence! Only think, my dear bishop, how abominably brass-faced the poor will become, if they be not checked. The young varlet had two shillings due to him; but he did not get the money: they turned him out, and said he should not have it. Glorious work, my dear bishop! And his two sisters-the young hussies!—they were turned out, too; and their linsey-woolsey charity gowns stripped off their backs. Serve 'em right! For although they had carried no naughty papers round, of course it was very wicked of them to be related to such a wicked boy! |