Life of Mary II. By J. Ewing Ritchie. Faci Marguerite; or, The Pearl of France. By Mrs. Crawford Wharfdale; or, the Rosery. Book II. Chap. VIII-XI. INDEX TO VOL. L. ORIGINAL PAPERS. Americans, Pictures of the. By Themselves, 349. Antiquities, Northern, 333. Associated Homes, Plea for. By the Editor, 150. Burial at Sea, the, 237. Congratulation, Letter of, from an Old Bachelor to a Bridegroom. By Criticism, Esthetical. By the Editor, 245. Geraldine O'Donnel, 253. Governesses' Benevolent Institution, the, 270. Hutton, Marmaduke, or the Poor Relation. By William Dodsworth, 18, Johnson versus Milton. By J. Ewing Ritchie, 439. Madeira, Recollections of, During the Winter of 1844, 1845, 1. Mary II., her Life. By Agnes Strickland, 355. Minstrel Queen, the, 396 Mozart, the Life of, 88. Press, the Daily, its Price and Profits, 73. Progress of the Nation, the. By J. Ewing Ritchie, 214. Romance, the Double. A Tale of the Overland. By Tippoo Khan, the Younger, 139. Relics. By Mrs. Edward Thomas, 459. Santa Maria de los Dolores, 119. Springtide, Parsonage of, 44. Unfounded Suspicion, the. By Mrs. Edward Thomas, 284. Walks about Vienna, and Sketches by the way, 106. Wharfdale, or the Rosery, 52, 157, 377. POETRY. Birthday Verses to a Lady. By J. Ewing Ritchie, 137. Chatelar's Prison Song to Mary, Queen of Scots. By Mrs. Crawford, 51. Child, the only, 268. Citation, the, 43. Country Church, the. By Mrs. Abdy, 233. Faci Marguerite, or the Pearl of France, By Mrs. Crawford, 373. Grief, a Woman's. By Mrs. Abdy, 17. Grief, Concealed, 181. Lament, the Mother's. Love, my only, 213. By Mrs. Edward Thomas, 176. Sonnets I, II, III. By Mrs. Abdy, 394. Love, a Dramatic Sketch. By Mrs. Edward Thomas, 327. Palmer's Tale, the. By Mrs. Charles Tinsley, 405. Time Honoured Things. By Mrs. Charles Tinsley, 243. Ye are Wiser than your Day. By Mrs. Abdy, 283. THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE. RECOLLECTIONS OF MADEIRA DURING THE WINTER OF 1844-5. CHAPTER VIII. CONCLUSIÓN. Away, away, from men and towns, Where the soul need not repress Its music, lest it should not find An echo in another's mind."-PERCY B. SHelley. "My long residence here begins to fatigue me; as every object ceases to be new, it no longer continues to be pleasing."-Citizen of the World. I HAD been wandering about Funchal all the morning with a man of an exceedingly domestic temperament. He had waylaid the country folk and bartered for fowls and vegetables, he had felt lean rabbits, admired the plumpnesss of quails and partridges, and committed sundry eccentric actions of a similar nature, till, seduced by his agreeable chat, and amused at the singularity of his occupation, I found myself in the fish market at mid-day, September, 1847. VOL. L.NO. CXCVII. B |