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out since the storm occurred, anxious to ascertain of snow. It was, therefore, with feelings of pain the fate of my feathered favorites, in this unlooked- and pleasure, that the diversified scenes of this for visitation of churlish winter. The effects have fine park were surveyed on that day-pain at the been serious to the nesting birds, particularly the devastation produced by one day's snow-pleasure ground-builders, as larks, grouse, &c. A handsome in the sight of the fair flowers and trees bursting cock whinchat had been brought to me, starved to into vernal beauty, as if eager to outgrow and death, and numbers of eggs were found cold in the efface, by their luxuriance, the temporary check deserted nests. To my great surprise, on passing that vegetation had sustained. It was truly the down the fields to the Old Mill, I found the birds union of the hopefulness of spring with the ravages were neither chilled into torpitude, nor voiceless. of winter-emblematic of human life, with its The tree pipit, green linnet, and storm-cock, were smiles and tears, its mingled sorrows and joys. singing merrily about the gardens and fields. The

I had little leisure to search for rare birds; the strow was fast melting away from the neighboring nuthatch abounded in the pleasure-grounds. The slopes, but laid white and cold on the distant hills: pied flycatcher was yet invisible, as on my last there having been a partial frost during both nights visit. "The late cold, changeful weather, may have after the snow.

An unusually large flood had tilled retarded its arrival in this its only haunt in our the Dearne valley. The water still covered the neighborhood. Beyond the temple, I saw some Fleets like a miniature lake. meadow pipits, swallows and thrushes, were flying boys pelting what they called "jinties," one of

I soon perceived over the waters, or picking up insects or worms on that they were the tree-creepers, running, busily patches which the flood bad left. On the near around the boles of the huge oaks. I let the lads bushes, the wbinchat, the sedge warbler, the willow wren, and the jenny wren were singing merrily; which softened down their persecuting instinct

see them through the telescope ; the amusement of and in the Clift" Wood, lower down, the blackbird, into a sort of admiration for these tiny interesting the whitethroat, and the blackcap, were tuning creatures. The Gamekeeper, who had supplied me their mellow pipes; as if no unseasonable visitation with some eggs of daws and other birds, had rebad but a few hours before taken place, leaving served for me the eggs of what he called the blue its traces still on the fresh leaves and blossoms of hawk, which he, with the fatal antipathy of his spring

profession, had shot on the nest, but not captured. May 16.-1 accompanied the Temperance Pro- | Comparing them with Morris's colored plates, I cession to Stainbro' Park. The visitors were, as ascertained at once that they belonged to the usual, not numerous in the fore part of the day ; sparrow-hawk, the blue tint on the back of the but before evening were estimated at 1,500 to male bird gaining it the above title. It could be 2,000. The amount taken at the gates, at the no other bird; as the blue hawk, the hen harrier, small admission fee, was near £15, leaving a profit setting aside the color of the eggs, would not have of £7 clear, towards the beneficent object of the been found here—it having become, with many society. The day was as fine as could be desired more of its doomed race, extinct in this country, for this exhilarating and rational mode of spending owing to the rapacity of scientific collectors, and Whitsun holidays.

the undying hate of game protectors. In sad contrast to this genial weather, and the This keeper maintains that the kestrel preys on budding promises of summer, were the devastating birds as well as mice. He is backed out by others traces of the late heavy snow-storm. The fine of his class, one of whom states that he has seen beech trees we had so much admired the week the kestrel devouring a partridge: unless the merbefore, -one below the canal partially Jeafed, and lin or hobby, both of which occur, though rarely, the one a little beyond the bridge, which we had in this part, has been mistaken for this bird, the contemplated as a perfect model of this noble tree, statement is at variance with the views of most so ample in bulk, the trunk being about twelve feet writers. I lean to the book opinion, that with in diameter, and so graceful in the proportion of its respect to destroying game, this hawk is as harmbold, leafy branches, -exhibited now a sad wreck less as it is handsome. of their former beauty and stateliness. In taking We have also the testimony of the most the round of the park, to preserve order among the observing field-naturalist, Waterton, as to its harmirregulars " always mingling in such companies, lessness, and utility to the farmer and landed prorestraining the juveniles from pelting the swans, prietor. The excellent remarks of his, quoted in or running the timid hares and deer,- I found the article on Persecuted Animals by Dr. Morris, constant traces of the devastating storm. editor of the Naturalist, appearing in Kidd's

The branches of many trees of the rookeries pleasing JOURNAL OF NATURAL HISTORY, are in the menagerie, and amid the tall oaks near surely sufficient to settle this point, both with the Queen Anne's Lodge, were broken down by the learned and unlearned world. weight of snow, increased by the quantity of nests What with vulgar prejudices, and wanton dethey supported. In many cases, the branches, structiveness towards eggs and birds, encouraged nests, and young birds, had come down in a confused instead of being checked by the scientific in their mass. The ravages made on the trees near the over-anxiety for making collections, and a grudging Gamekeeper's cottage were still greater; but this jealousy of losing a few brace of game, --our hawks was said to be nothing to the destruction experi- and eagles will follow the fate of the vanishing enced in the woods about Rockley. The splendid bittern and extinct bustard; and iustead of being avenues of beeches, the admiration of all beholders, admired in their living state, be known only to a had many of their finest branches—some of them future race, like the dinorsis of New Zealand, by comparable to trees in themselves-fairly borne their wasting skeletons. down on all sides by the superincumbent masses

T. LISTER.

SOLOMON.

PERCIVAL.

WIVES,-USEFUL AND USELESS.

prohibits any young lady to shine in the

useful or domestic arts. People of the Whoso findeth a good wife, findeth a good thing.

present day see no charms in a quiet, “happy

home;" and as to the term “domestic wife" WE HAVE NOT FAILED TO ACKNOWLEDGE woe be to him who has the temerity to utter on several occasions, the obligations we have it in "genteel” society! His sentence would been under to a certain writer in “ Bentley's be banishment, from that day forward. Miscellany" for a smart hint or two on the It seems sad to us, that the word “domestic" present alarming state of society.

should be so universally despised. Nor can Again do we register our friend's happy we see any just cause for a man or woman thoughts, -and this time, his arrow is levelled being so thoroughly hated for their being at Modern Education. He has cleft the bull's- "home-birds." eye right in twain. Listen !

There are some points on which we set Look here ! Lehold these twenty-seven adver- Fashion at defiance. Those we have hinted tisements from people wanting pupils; the at are among the number. With our dying greatest drug in the advertising market is edu- breath, we shall sing of cation. We are too clever by half now-a-lays;

Home sweet Home! every body, in their own opinion, can teach any. body. Here's a lot of knowledge for twenty and seek no "fashionable" hand to close our guineas a year, extras included! French, German, eyes. washing, board, lodging, music, drawing, Calisthenics—what's that?-geometry, arithmetic, and

THE CHARMS OF POETRY. the use of the globes ? Why, its dog cheap—too much by half for the money. Old Peacham in The world is full of Poetry. The air “The Beggar's Opera," who wondered how any Is living with its spirit. The waves, too, man alive should ever rear a daughter, must, with

Dance to the music of its melodies, respect, have been a fool; when daughters can be

And sparkle in its brightness. instructed in everything for nothing, we wonder who wouldn't rear scores of daughters if he could

IT IS WITH THE Poet's CREATIONS AS get them off his hands. But there's the difficulty; for, when a man

WITH NATURE's,-great or small, wherever comes to choose a wife in this worky-day world, truth and beauty can be shaped into verse, bis object, in nine cases out of ten, is to get á and answer to some demand for it in our woman who will strive to make a shilling do hearts, there poetry is to be found; whether duty for eighteenpence, who will attend to her in productions grand and beautiful-as some household, watch over her family, and not be above great event, or some mighty, leafy solitude, doing her duty; and we think we can see in or no bigger and more pretending than a sweet these multifarious accomplishments of the present face or a bunch of violets—whether in Hoday, and the necessary neglect of that solid prae: mer's Epic or Gray's Elegy, in the enchanted tical education which gives woman a position of gardens of Ariosto and Spenser, or the very utility, the reasons why daughters, now-a-days, are stock slow of sale, and apt to hang heavily on

pot-herbs of the “Schoolmistress" of Shenhand.

stone. Not to know and feel this, is to be Who on earth, unless he be a fool, or a man of deficient in the universality of Nature herself, fortune, can abide to sit down to an ill-dressel who calls upon us to admire all her prodinner in a slatternly house, with the bitter relish ductions. for his victuals from the knowledge that his "lady,'' What the poet has to cultivate above all at a five-and-twenty pound boarding school, has things is—love and truth. What he has acquired an appreciable quantity of French, Italian, to avoid like poison is—the fleeting and the German, Calisthenics (which I suppose is some false. His earnestness must be innate and other outlandish lingo), geometry, or globes ? habitual; born with him, and felt to be his Pickling, preserving, cooking, making and repair- most precious inheritance. ing her children's dresses and her own, and a knowledge of the use and economy of money, are

Treatises on Poetry may chance to have things a marrying man can understand and appre- to vindicate the superiority of what is termed

auditors who think themselves called upon ciate, particularly if he is under the necessity, as most of us are, of earning his own bread; and this, useful knowledge ; but if the poet be allowed I think, is the reason that sundry friends of ours, to pique himself on any one thing more than despising boarding-school accomplishments, airs, another, compared with those who undervalue and graces, have gone down to the country, and him, it is on that power of undervaluing brought up wives who had learned by experience nobody and no attainments different from of their respectable mothers, the art of presiding his own, which is given him by the very

“ comfortable home," and who--to their faculty they despise. The greatest includes credit be it spoken—don't know the difference the less. They do not see that their inability between the Italian and Irish, or could not distinto comprehend him argues the smaller guish Calisthenics from Carlotta Grisi.

capacity Our friend is a bold man, to speak heretical No man recognises the worth of utility language such as this. Fashion strictly more than the poet; he only desires that the

over a

BY HELEN HETHERINGTON,

meaning of the term may not come short of LOVE AND OONSTANCY. its greatness, and exclude the noblest necessities of his fellow-creatures. He is quite as much pleased, for instance, with the facilities for rapid conveyance afforded him by the

We met, -when Fortune's smile was free;

When Love, and Hope, and Joy were young, railroad, as the dullest confiner of its advan

And pleasures in variety tages to that single idea-or as the greatest

Across our happy path were flung. two-idea'd man who varies that single idea with hugging himself on his “ buttons” or a

And, in the joyousness of youth, good dinner.” But he sees also the beauty

How fondly did our hearts agree!

We seal'd a sacred bond of truth, of the country through which he passes; of the towns ; of the Heavens; of the steam

And sang of Love and Constancy. engine itself, thundering and fuming along Life seemed a long unclouded day, like a magic horse; of the affections that are

Where Truth and Justice reign'd supreme ; carrying, perhaps, half the passengers on the

And weary hours pass'd away journey. And beyond all this, he sees the

Like phantoms in a restless dream. incalculable amount of good, and knowledge, And cheerfully we bade adieu and refinement, and mutual consolation, To follow Fortune's destiny; which this wonderful invention is fitted to For Happiness was still in view, circulate over the globe, -perhaps to the

To cherish Love and Constancy. displacement of war itself, and certainly to Years pass'd away; again we met, the diffusion of enjoyment to millions.

Possess'd of many an anxious care; “And a button-maker, after all, invented And sorrows we could ne'er forget it!" cries a friend. Pardon me, it was a Had made the path of life less fair. nobleman. A button-maker may be a very But, in the darkest, dreariest hour, sensible and a very poetical man too, and The star of Hope shone brilliantly; yet not have been the first man visited by a And Love, by its resplendent power, zense of the gigantic powers of fire and water Claim'd the reward of CONSTANCY. combined. It was à nobleman who first thought of it; a captain who first tried it;

BALDNESS—WHAT PRODUCES IT? and a button-maker who perfected it : and he who first put the nobleman on such NO, PERSON CAN HAVE FAILED to remark the thoughts, was the great philosopher Bacon, vast number of young men whose heads are comwho said that “poetry had something divine paratively bald. We have often imagined this in it," and was necessary to the satisfaction to proceed from their manner of living; smoking of the human mind.-LEIGH HUNT.

and spirit-drinking being so iniinical to a healthy

constitution, and tending so greatly to sap the POEMS BY TENNYSON.

springs of life. Our contemporary, the Quarterly

Review, takes a different view of the case. PerThe following verses by Tennyson are taken haps we may, together, have worked out the shafrom the London Literary Gem, published in dow of a correct idea as to the “why and because.” 1831. They have not appeared in any of the

Our contemporary says: — From some one volunies of Tennyson's Poems :

cause or other, baldness seems to befall much

younger men now, than it did 30 or 40 years NO MORE!

ago. A very observant hatter informed us Oh, sad No more! Oh, sweet No more! short time since, that he imagined much of it Oh, strange No more!

was owing to the common use of silk bats, which, By a moss brook-bank, on a stone,

from the imperineability to the air, keep the head I smelt a wild-weed flower alone;

at a much higher temperature than the old There was a ringing in my ears,

beaver structures, which, he also informed us, went And both my eyes gushed out with tears. out principally because we had used up all the Surely, all pleasant things had gone before, beavers in the Hudson Bay Company's territories. Low buried fathom deep beneath with thee, The adoption of silk hats has, however, given them No more!

A. T.

time, it seems, to replenish the breed. This fact ANACREONTIC.

affords a singular instance of the influence of With roses musky breathed,

fashion upon the animals of a remote continent. And drooping daffodilly,

It would be more singular still, if the silk hat And silver-leaved lily,

theory of baldness has any truth in it; it would And ivy darkly wreathed,

then turn out that we were sacrificing our own I wove a crown before her

pational nap that the beaver may recover his. For her I love so dearly

Without endorsing the speculative opinion of A garland for Lenora.

our hatter, we may, we believe, state it as a wellWith a silken cord I bound it. ascertained circumstance, that soldiers in hel. Lenora, laughing clearly

meted regiments are oftener bald than any other A light and thrilling laughter, of our heroic defenders. We may add to this, About her forehead wound it, that baldness is, most assuredly, an hereditary And loved me ever after.

A. T.

misfortune.

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A BRIGHT VISION.

FORCED FRUITS AND COSTLY VEGETABLES.

BLUE against the more blue Heavens

Whilst WALKING DOWN the principal Stood the mountain calm and still; avenue of Covent-Garden Market, and gazing Two white angels, bending earthward, upon certain extraordinary exhibitions of Leant upon the hill.

early fruit, flowers, &c., it has often puzzled Listening leant those silent angels ;

us to imagine for whom all these unnatural And I also longed to hear

things were intended. Connected with this What sweet strain of earthly music subject, is an article in “Household Words." Thus could charm their ear.

As it clears up the doubtful point, existing I heard the sound of many trumpets,

not only in our mind, but in the minds proAnd a warlike march draw nigh;

bably of some thousands of individuals, we Solemnly a mighty army

extract the final paragraphs pro bono :Passed in order by.

Centre Row is awake and open now; but what But the clang had ceased; the echoes may I find here that all the world does not know? Soon had faded from the hill

I have been through Centre Row hundreds of While the angels, calm and earnest, times in summer and winter, and wondered who Leant and listened still.

were the wealthy luxurious individuals who did Then I heard a fainter clamor ;

not hesitate to pamper themselves with bothouse Forge and wheel were clashing near :

grapes at twenty-five shillings a pound, with

pottles of British Queens or Black Princes at one And the reapers in the meadow

shilling an ounce, with slender French beans at Sang both loud and clear.

three shillings a hundred, peas at two pounds a When the sunset came in glory,

quart, and new potatoes at four shillings and sixAnd the toil of day was o'er,

pence a pound; and never knew till now that they Still the angels leant in silence,

are mostly bought by kindly friends as “a surListening as before.

prise " for invalids and sickly and afllicted persons.

It was worth walking through here to know that. Then, as daylight slowly vanished,

I never knew till now, that the fruiterers here And the evening mists grew dim, (who seem to be always having tea or coffee, and Solemnly from distant voices

to divide their time between mugs, account-books, Rose a vesper hymn.

gold fish, and the vegetable world) can pay four But the chant was done ; and, lingering,

or five hundred pounds per annum for the rent of Died upon the evening air ;

a little shop; and that their shops pass from Yet, from the hill, the radiant angels

father to son, or to their nominees by will, on payStill were listening there.

ment of a fine, almost in the same way as copy

hold property. I did not know that the late Mr. Silent came the gathering darkness,

Jonquil—who could not write his name, and was Bringing with it sleep and rest;

never anxious to learn--made thirty thousand Save a little bird was singing,

pounds in one of these little Ionic pens. In her leafy nest.

I was not aware that one back shop keeps sixty Through the sounds of war and labor persons during the season constantly shelling She had warbled all day long;

peas; nor that nosegay-making has been an art While the angels leant and listened

since the Duchess of Sutherland made it one. Only to her song.

Nor that girls who practise it skilfully can earn

an easy living. Much less (sober bachelor that I But the starry night was coming,

am) did I suspect that a wedding nosegay will And she ceased her little lay-

sometimes cost two guineas; or that those little From the mountain-top the angels

bouquets in cut paper, which the première danSLOWLY PASSED AWAY!

seuse picks up and sniffs and smiles at, and presses From Household Words."

to the rim of her corset, and feigns to guard as

inestimable treasures, have cost from five to ten ENGLISH L-A-W.

shillings each. TAKE Notice !—If a man give you a black The amount of money expended in this eye, you make him pay for it; but if he put out Avenue on "extraordinary "productions of your eye, you get nothing. Whatever is taken nature, is, no doubt, fearfully large. We from him, goes nominally to the Queen ; really to have stood by, times out of number, and seen John Stokes or Jack Noakes, who has no concern such sums cheerfully parted from that we at all in the matter.

have

gone home lost in thought! If a man kill your pig, you get the value of it. But if he kill your wife or your child, you get nothing. If anything is got out of him, it goes

CLOUDS AND SUNSHINE. to a stranger as before.

A man sets your house on fire. If hy misfortune, All things bright have surely got their shadow, you receive amends; is through malice, you receive And every joy is but the gay reversenothing.-BENTHAM.

The bright blank nothing, but the picture's back, [When simple truths are printed in naked array, The portrait of their woe turned to the wall ! how very eloquently they speak!]

J. S. Bigg.

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BY HELEN HETHERINGTON.

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“ PENNY WISE AND POUND FOOLISH." person on whose plate it lies unused, sud

denly breaks off a piece of toast (which he WE GAVE, IN OUR LAST, a racy descrip- does not want at all) and eats up his butter. tion of " A Village Tea-Party." The fol. They think that this is not waste.". lowing gem from the same pen, is equally Is this not a rich morceau of its kind ? worthy of a “setting" in our columns. We can, many of us, point out the very

I have often noticed, says Mrs. Gaskell, person indicated, and say—" Thou art the that almost every one has his own indiviman!” dual small economies-careful habits of saving fractions of pennies in some one pecu- FLOWERS ON THE TOMB. liar direction--any disturbance of which annoys him more than spending shillings or pounds on some real extravagance. An old

Oh, let the sweetest flowers bloom,
gentleman of my acquaintance, who took

To breathe an incense o'er the tomb
the intelligence of the failure of a Joint- Where soft winds gently sigh, —
Stock Bank, in which some of his money Let myrtle, and forget-me-not,
was invested, with stoical mildness, worried And cypress mark the sacred spot,
his family all through a long summer's day, Where friends and kindred lie!
because one of them had torn (instead of

It is a rest for those who weep;
cutting) out the written leaves of his now

Calmly and peacefully they sleep,
useless bank-book. Of course, the corres- Beneath the bright blue sky:
ponding pages at the other end came out They know no care, they fear no foe,
as well; and this little unnecessary waste They leave this joyless world below
of paper (his private economy) chaled him For endless bliss on high.
more than all the loss of his money.

Oh, plant upon the friendly tomb
Envelopes fretted his soul terribly when

The fairest, sweetest flowers that bloom
they first came in. The only way in which Beneath the summer's sky;
he could reconcile himself to such a waste A faithful vigil they will keep,
of his cherished article was, by patiently And sympathise with those who weep,
turning inside out all that were sent to him, Where friends and kindred lie !
and so making them serve again. Even now,

Yes, plant the sweetest flowers there; though tamed by age, I see him cast wistful

None are too delicate or fair glances at his daughters when they send a

To grace that sacred rest. whole instead of a half sheet of note-paper, Oh, waft a fragrance o'er the grave, with the three lines of acceptance to an in- Where calmly sleep the good, the brave, vitation written on only one of the sides.

The dearest and the best. I am not above owning that I have this Friends of the mourner! smile and bless human weakness myself. String is my The heart that feels its loneliness! foible. My pockets get full of little hank's Oh, lead their thoughts on high ! of it, picked up and twisted together, ready Point to that happy land above, for uses that never come. I am seriously

Where we shall meet with those we love,

To live and never die !
annoyed if any one cuts the string of a
parcel, instead of patiently and faithfully
undoing it fold by fold. How people can

THE MODESTY OF TRUE GREATNESS.
bring themselves to use India-rubber rings,
which are a sort of deification of string, as

The modesty of great minds, like their tendency lightly as they do, I cannot imagine. To me

to rest, generates an apparent inconsistency, at an India-rubber ring is a precious treasure.

which vulgar observers are amazed. It is a dis

sonance full of sweetness and power; but pleasing I have one which is not new; one that I

to well-taught ears. picked up off the floor, nearly six years ago. For just as there is an alternation between the I have really tried to use it; but my heart love of "repose and the desire of action, so is there failed

me, and I could not commit the extra- also in noble spirits a counterpoise between the vagance.

consciousness of superior power and native high Small pieces of butter grieve others. quality, and the characteristic humility or meekThey cannot attend to conversation, because ness. Such are the changes in a spring day, when of the annoyance occasioned by the habit the sun, returning to our hemisphere, and about to which some people have of invariably taking put forth anew the generative fervor of summer, more butter than they want. Have you not is scen contending with the heavy exhalations of

earth. seen the anxious look (almost mesmeric)

For awhile, these vapors gather over the which such persons fix on the article ? Heavens and darken the landscape ; but at length They would feel it a relief if they might they divide, and even while tepid showers are bury it out of their sight, by popping it into falling, the source of light is revealed in all his their own mouths, and swallowing it down. effulgence ; and yet only to be seen again veiled in And they are really made happy if the the mists his own rays have drawn into the sky.

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