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Fifth Series,
Volume III.


No. 1525. - August 30, 1873.

S From Beginning, ? Vol. CXVIII.


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

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


Fraser's Magazine, IV. THE PRESCOTTS OF PAMPHILLON. By the

author of “Dorothy Fox.” Concluded, Good Words, V. THE WEATHER AND THE SUN,

Saint Pauls,


MY LIFE, Laura's Beauty,



TO Spring Memories,






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one sees.


Music floating very near

Light of moon or star —

Just because I see and hear, HER golden hair was floating on the breeze,

Are the things they are! Or twisted into many a true-love knot;

And measurelessly bright the beams that shot Every life, if viewed as such, From those soft eyes, whose light no more

Is a miracle;

Something nobody can touch,
Perchance 'twas but a lover's fantasies,

Yet a touch can kill.
Yet seemed I in that visage fair to trace
The lineaments of more than mortal grace.

Something no one can define,
What wonder that I bowed to charms like

Yet, while time endures, these?

What I have is only mine,
She seemed no denizen of lower earth,.

Never can be yours.
But some bright visitant from spirit-sphere.
Her silvery voice, in sorrow or in mirth,

Very weak and very small
Fell like an angel's whisper on the ear.

You may deem the whole; So did I recognize its heavenly birth

But it is the all in all So owned my stricken heart that sovereignty

Of a deathless soul. dear.

Good Words.


Fresh from the murmuring leaves this ver-
nal air,

Dost thou think I captive lie
Which coolly fans my flushing cheek above,
Reminds me of the day when early love

To a gracious, glancing eye?

Dost thou think I am not free?
First greeted me in language rich and rare.

Nay, I am; thou freëst me.
I seem to see once more that vision fair
That knew no jealousy or high disdain,

All the world could not undo That never caused me then one thrill of Chains which bound me fast to you; pain.

Only at your touch they fly,–
I see the glory of that golden hair

Freër than before am I.
Floating all wild in native loveliness,
Or gathered into many a tangled knot;

I care nought for eyes of blue;
While from the magic of each separate tress

I loved truth and thought it you; A spell across my stricken bosom shot,

If you charm but to deceive, Filling it now with olden memories,

All your charms I well can leave.
Which only with my life can ever be forgot.

Ah my once well loved one;

Do nó more as thou hast done:

She that makes true hearts to ache, HER life is spent: gone are my happy days.

Last of all her own will break.
Death came; the daystar of my being sank:
Bitter the present, and the past a blank;

The future loses all its hopeful rays.
Her recollection on my memory preys,

And whelms me in an ocean wild and deep,
So that my course I know not how to keep

THE EXPLORER OF THIS WORLD TO True to the chart of older, happier ways.

THE EXPLORER OF ANOTHER. The bitter winds have swept upon a bark That seemed secure in port; the helmsman Those listeners had not strayed with weary dead,

feet, The masts and shrouds both shivered; whilst Nor drunk foul water in their bitter drought, all dark

Nor had the sun their very brain searched out, The starless skies are looming overhead. Nor by grim relics had they ta’en a seat My heaven, once so bright, without one Where bones did their forerunners' fate respark

peat; Life's light - the only light I loved — for So hearkened they in silence nigh devout ever fled!

Till all was told, and then their sudden shout
Tinsley's Magazine.

Shook my lean body thro' my pulses' beat.
But ah, my brother! I in thought retrod
The days when thy worse loneliness declared,
Thy missing of the track that leads to God,

Thy solitude of soul — how then thou hadst

fared; LITTLE tho' my life may be,

For, thee reviling, thy soul's risk they spurned; Yet it is mine own;

That thought flamed thro' me, and with shame
Everything I hear or see

I burned
Is for me alone.


From The British Quarterly Review. look back on the brief record of the unTHE FAILURE OF THE FRENCH REFOR- lucky Ravenna scholar, and are touched MATION.

with pity. We can picture him, earnest SOMETIME in the tenth century, when and studious, drinking in the philosophy the Papacy was at its lowest point of deg- of Horace, the virtuous wrath of Juvenal, radation, when Christendom was only and the music of Virgil, not yet the enjust recovering from the shock of the chanter. The things he reads are wiser Magyar invasion, and when the light of than those taught in the schools or in learning had dwindled to a spark, there

the churches. And see — he knows lived at Ravenna a certain scholar, named

nothing about dates — there is not a Vitgard. He was, we are told, one of

word of Christ from beginning to end : those Italians who cultivated the art of

not one word of the Apostles, nor of the grammar with more zeal than discretion.

Pope, nor of the Church. Bewildered Accordingly, he became a person very and agitated, he thinks there can be but open to the temptations of the Devil,

one solution. The divine teachers of the who sent him one night three emissaries, world, they are these three ; to them we in the shapes of Virgil

, Horace, and Ju must look for guidance ; they alone can venal. They assured the astonished

teach mankind to live and die. Presentscholar that he was destined to be the herald of their immortal glory; they per- comes too much for him ; he reveals it,

ly the possession of this grand secret besuaded him that his name should be as- bit by bit, to clerks and students ; finalsociated with their own ; they admon- ly, he preaches it in the streets. Then ished him to proclaim to the world that it had been blinded and deceived, that authority interposes - such authority as

remains in anarchic Italy -- and conChristianity was a cheat and a snare, sumes him, with his heresy, in the flames. and that the only true gods were them

The centuries roll on; strange hereselves. Deceived by their assurances, sies rise and are crushed

- none like the unhappy Vitgard began, at first se- this of Ravenna -- until we find ourselves cretly, to teach these pernicious doc- in the full Renaissance. It is on the eve trines, and drew a small circle of disciples of the greatest struggle the world has around him. Then he taught the same thing openly, and, the heresy beginning veneration, union, fear, and custom, and

ever seen, between the old, - strong in to attract attention, he was arrested by

the new, weak, torn by internal disthe authorities, and punished in the usual fashion, that is, he was burned. sension, and strong only in being a step

nearer to the truth. And now history On further investigation, it was found that there were many others, “ especially heresy rises from the dead.

repeats herself, and the obscure old in Sardinia," who held and taught simi

In the first thirty years of the sixlar doctrines.

teenth century the world is slowly resolvReading this queer old story by the ing itself into two camps. No bugle light of common sense, we can very well understand how, when the Bible was an diers to their colours, nor do they even

note has yet sounded to summon the solunknown book, some stray scholar, get

suspect the approach of the inevitable ing hold of the Latin authors, and finding battle. In France, with which we have the wisdom that was there but nowhere to do, the people are reading the Scripelse might set up their authority above tures in the vernacular, in spite of priestthat of the religion he professed. We

ly prohibition ; scholars are bringing to • (1) Gerard Roussel. Par C. SCHMIDT. Stras- bear upon the Church the artillery of the bourg: 1865.

new learning ; Erasmus has his Enco(2) Brantome, Vies des Dames Illustres.

mium Moriæ ; Ulrich von Hutten has his (3) Etienne Dolet, Les Ouvres de. (4) Michelet, La Renaissance.

Epistolæ Obscurorum Virorum ; Louis (5) Bonaventure des Périers, Les Euvres de. de Berquin boldly picks out passages (6) Rabelais, Euvres de.

from the works of the zealous Beda himG) Clement Marot, Life of, by PROFESSOR HENRY

self, most orthodox of the Sorbonne, and


in twelve propositions accuses him of ness, reading the Bible, and praying that heresy, whereat the world of Paris truth may prevail. Round her gather the shrieks : and the Reformation is begun. best men of the day — not, unfortunately Things look fairer in France than in the strongest — but those who are tinged Germany; we are to have reforms in with some of her Christlike love for doctrine, with perfect freedom of in- others, men of sweet and holy thoughts. quiry and discussion, and we are to abol. While her fate is dark and gloomy, while ish all monks. A fair beginning, a goodly she is sacrificed first to one husband and show of blossom : where, after fifty years, then to another, while her brother — the was the fruit ?

idol of her life — breaks her heart but The story of the failure of all this glo- still exacts more sacrifice, while her little rious promise is too wide a subject to oc- boy — her darling – is taken from ber, cupy us here. But apart from the main she becomes more and more zealous in streams of political influences, Court in- her schemes for a better faith, and daily trigues, national profligacy, priestly craft, more absorbed in that mystic rapture of there are certain undercurrents in the religion which makes her at times almost history of the time, which, certainly not transformed. less than the forces known and visible to And her own religion what was it? all, contributed from the very first to ren- Read, first, these lines of hers, of which der the cause of the French Reformation a we give a translation hopeless one. For the day of St. Barthol- Christian dost thou wish to be? omew, we maintain, did not kill French

Like thy Master's shape thy days; Protestantism. Massacres cannot crush Worldly wealth renounce, and flee a creed, so long as it has any vital power,

Vain ambition's crooked ways. unless, which is next to impossible, they Leave thy mistress fair and sweet; are thorough and complete. That these Joys forego that once were dear; malign influences were a kind of subtle Honours tread beneath thy feet, poison that attacked the cause at the

Art thou strong, the cross to bear? very beginning, we intend to show by the Conquer death; for with his dart consideration of two or three men of the He is kind and fair to see; time, little known.

Love him with as good a heart Remark first that very early in the cen- As thy life is dear to thee. tury, when Caivin and Farel the fiery Find in sadness all thy mirth; first lifted up their voices, they were not

Find thy gain in every loss; alone. Side by side with them, spopaxoi,

Love the grave above the earth, –

Canst thou - canst thou – bear the cross? stood others — scholars, prelates, great and learned men. After ten years look Read, too, her“ Miroir de l'Ame Pécheagain. These men have left them. Some resse,” that work of pure and exalted are in the enemy's camp, silent, ashamed, devotion, and remember the fact that in cowed; some on neutral ground, the Heptameron the Lady Oisille spends scoffing, sneering, laughing.

part of each day in reading the Bible, The former are the men of Queen Mar- while every story in the collection is garet's Court — the personal friends of made somehow to point to the same that woman whose character, so sweet moral, and inculcate the same teaching. and lovely, stands out in such strong re- She was a Protestant in the sense that lief amid the blackness of her surround-she held what we call distinctively Protings. In a selfish - an abnormally self- estant opinions ; but she remained all ish time -- her whole life is spent in sacri- her life in the Church, and neither wished fice for others. In an impure time, she to leave it herself, nor to see her friends alone, the daughter of a vile woman, the leave it. For her whole heart lay in the sister of a profligate man, is pure. Amid design of a great Gallican Church like all the babble of tongues and confusion that of England, of which her brother, of disputants, she sits, with her calm, in whom she never quite lost faith, should beautiful face weighed down with sad- I be the supreme head. It was to be a


church where pure doctrine was to be den there, only for the pure of heart to taught, but all in due form and order. discover by the aid of faith and prayer. The people were to be educated, but not He poured out his soul in contemplations to dispute on points of faith. Their duty and mystical treatises. He held that was to live “the life,” and read the Bible. nothing was to be enforced which could There were to be no monks, no friars, not be found in the Bible ; he urged the no vicarious piety, no pilgrimages, no necessity of personal holiness and purity; belief in masses, saints, nor any of the but he rejected nothing in the Roman accumulated rubbish of the Roman Church, wherein he had been brought up. Church. Had her circle of friends been He would not leave the Church of his men of coarser grain — of more coura- childhood, though she would have burned geous heart — she would have had her him — improba mater - had she been wish. But about all of them there was able. And a Catholic he died, after a life something feminine. They caught her of more than ninety years. tone, but they did not impart their own. Another of Margaret's friends was They wished and hoped when they should Briçonnet, bishop of Meaux, one of the have acted; prayed when it was time to most zealous of Lefevre's disciples. He fight; conceded when the time for con- was the first who dared to use his own cession had passed away.

cathedral church for the promulgation of Foremost among them was Jacques the new doctrines. Meaux, about twenLefevre d'Etaples, the eldest and per- ty-five miles from Paris, was then a flourhaps the best of the French Reformers. ishing manufacturing town; and the He was already fifty years of age when quiet weavers, disposed to think and disthe bells rang in the newly-born six- cuss, like all persons whose sedentary teenth century. He learned Greek in occupation gives them opportunity for Italy, such Greek as one could then thought, eagerly embraced a teaching learn. His long life, protracted far be- which gave the individual man a dignity yond the allotted threescore years and and importance previously unknown to ten, was spent in labours almost Hercu- him. The Bishop got Farel, Roussel, lean. Among his works are commen- and the aged Lefevre himself, to preach taries and editions of Aristotle, in whose in his church — the same which years society he passed his first half century; afterwards echoed back the silvery tones books on arithmetic; geometry, includ- of Bossuet. “See to yourselves !” cried ing an edition of Euclid; and, during the Briçonnet from his pulpit, strong in the last forty years of his life, a mass of the resolution of enthusiasm and hope, “see ological works, the mere contemplation to yourselves ! and if I change my docof whose titles makes the ordinary brain trines, look that you stand firm.” Alas! stagger and reel. But among all his la- when persecution came, it was the Bishop bours now forgotten, though they bore that bent before the storm, while his poor good fruit in their day, and were the hon- weavers went unshaken to the flames. est work of a great man, there is one for Henceforth he took care to make no which France owes him an everlasting noise, being a watched and marked man. debt of gratitude ; for he it was who first Only he continued his correspondence presented his country with a complete with Margaret, finding in mysticism some translation of the Bible, “ La Sainte Bible consolation for the reproaches of his en Françoys, traduite selon la pure et conscience. A good and holy man, but entière traduction de S. Hiérome.” It too soft for the work which he tried to came thirty years after the first German undertake. translation, and, though full of faults, is But by far the sweetest character yet a wonderful work for one man unaid- among Margaret's friends is that of Geed to accomplish. Lefevre was of a re- rard Roussel, whom she made Bishop of tiring meditative disposition. He loved Oleron when she married Henry of to search in the Scriptures for that se- Navarre. He is the ideal reformer, cret meaning which, he taught, lies hid- |according to Margaret. Pure and blime

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