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not ultimately succeed, is the extraordinary | tress with her, and was apprehended with change it produces in the appearance of its the old man, and they were tried together. inmates. Putting out of the question their He was acquitted ; she was found guilty. look of cleanliness and health (which may be Her sentence was six months' imprisonment, regarded as a physical consequence of their and, on its expiration, she was received into treatment) a refining and humanizing altera- the Home. She was appallingly ignorant, tion is wrought in the expression of the feat- but most anxious to learn, and contended ures, and in the whole air of the person, against her blunted faculties with a consciously which can scarcely be imagined. Teachers, slow perseverance. She showed a remarkain Ragged Schools have made the observation ble capacity for copying writing by the eye in reference to young women whom they had alone, without having the least idea of its previously known well, and for a long time. sound, or what it meant. There seemed to A very sagacious and observant police magis- be some analogy between her making letters trate, visiting a girl before her emigration and her making artificial flowers. She rowho had been taken from his bar, could mained in the Home, bearing an excellent detect no likeness in her to the girl he re- character, about a year. On her passage membered. It is considered doubtful whether, out, she made artificial flowers for the ladies in the majority of the worst cases, the sub- on board, earned money, and was much liked. ject would easily be known again at a year's She obtained a comfortable service as soon as ond, among a dozen, by an old companion. she landed, and is happy and respected. This

The moral influence of the Home, still girl had not a friend in the world, and had applying the remark even to cases of failure, never known a natural affection, or formed a is illustrated in a no less remarkable manner. natural tie, upon the face of this earth. It has never had any violence done to a chair Case number thirteen was a half-starved or a stool. It has never been asked to render girl of eighteen, whose father had died soon any aid to the one lady and her assistant, after her birth, and who had long eked out a who are shut up with the thirteen the year miserable subsistence for herself and a sick round. Bad language is so uncommon that mother by doing plain needlework. At last its utterance is an event. The committee her mother died in a workhouse, and the have never heard the least approach to it, needlework“ falling off bit by bit," this girl or seen anything but submission; though it suffered, for nine months, every extremity of has often been their task to reprove and dis- dire distress. Being one night without any miss women who have been violently agi- food or shelter from the weather, she went to tated, and unquestionably (for the time) the lodging of a woman who had once lived incensed against them. Four of the fugitives in the same house with herself and her have robbed the Institution of some clothes. mother, and asked to be allowed to lie down The rest had no reason on earth for running on the stairs. She was refused, and stole a away in preference to asking to be dismissed, shawl, which she sold for a penny. A fortbut shame in not remaining.

night afterwards, being still in a starving and A specimen or two of cases of success may houseless state, she went back to the same be interesting

woman's, and preferred the same request. Case number twenty-seven was a girl Again refused, she stole a Bible from her, supposed to be of about eighteen, but who which she sold for two-pence. The theft was had none but supposititious knowledge of her inmediately discovered, and she was taken age, and no knowledge at all of her birth-day. as she lay asleep in the casual ward of a Both her parents had died in her infancy. workhouse. These facts were distinctly She had been brought up in the establishment proved upon her trial. She was sentenced to of that amiable victim of popular prejudice, three months' imprisonment, and was then the late Mr. Drouet, of Tooting. It did not admitted into the home. She had never been appear that she was naturally stupid, but her corrupted. She remained in the Home, bearintellect had been so dulled by neglect that ing an excellent character, a little more than she was in the Home many months before a year ; emigrated; conducted herself unishe could be imbued with a thorough under- formly well in a good situation ; and is now standing that Christmas Day was so called married. as the birthday of Jesus Christ. But when Case number forty-one was a pretty girl, of she acquired this piece of learning, she was a quiet and good manner, aged nineteen. amazingly proud of it. She had been appren- She came from a watering-place, where she ticed to a sinall artificial-flower-maker with had lived with her mother until within a three others. They were all ill-treated, and couple of years, when her mother married all seemed to have run away at different again and she was considered an incumbrance times; this girl last, who absconded with an at a very bad home. She became apprenticed old man, å hawker, who brought "combs and to a dressmaker, who, on account of her staythings" to the door for sale. She took what ing out

beyond the prescribed hours one night she called "some old clothes ” of her mis- when she went with some other young people

to a Circus, positively refused to admit her| hop season, and wandering about the country or give her any shelter from the streets. The at all seasons, and was unaccustomed to natural consequences of this unjustifiable be- shoes, and had seldom slept in a bed. She havior followed. She came to the Home on answered some searching questions without the recommendation of a clergyman to whom the least reserve, and not at all in her own she fortunately applied, when in a state of favor. Her appearance of destitution was in sickness and misery too deplorable to be even perfect keeping with her story. This girl was suggested to the reader's iinagination. She received into the Home.

Within a year, remained in the Home (with an interval of there was clinging round the principal Superhospital treatment) upwards of a year and a intendent's neck, on board a ship bound for hall, when she was sent abroad. Her char- Australia -- in a state of grief at parting that acter is irreproachable, and she is industrious, moved the bystanders to tears--a pretty little, happy, and full of gratitude.

neat, modest, useful girl, against whom not a Case number fifty was a very homely, moment's complaint had been made, and who clumsy, ignorant girl, supposed to be about had diligently learnt everything that had nineteen, but who again had no knowledge of been set before her. her birthday. She was taken from a Ragged Case nuinber fifty-four, & good-looking School ; her mother died when she was a young woman of two-and-twenty, was first little girl ; and her father, marrying again, seen in prison under remand on a charge of had turned her out of doors, though her attempting to commit suicide. Her mother mother-in-law had been kind to her. She bad had died before she was two years old, and been once in prison for breaking some win- her father had married again; but she spoke dow's near the Mansion-house, “having in high and affectionate terms both of her nowheres as you can think of, to go to.” She father and her mother-in-law. She had been s had never gone wrong otherwise, and partic- travelling maid with an elderly lady, and, on ularly wished that "to be wrote down." her mistress going to Russia, had returned She was in as dirty and unwholesome a condi- home to her father's. She had stayed out tion, on her admission, as she could well b«, late one night, in company with a "commisbut was inconsolable at the idea of losing sioner" whom she had known abroad, was her hair, until the fortunate suggestion was afraid or ashamed to go home, and so went made that it would grow more luxuriantly wrong. Falling lower, and becoming poorer, after shaving. She then consented, with she became at last acquainted with a ticketmany tears, to that (in her case) indispensa- taker at a railway station, who tired of the soble operation. This deserted and unfortu- quaintance. One night when he had made an nate creature, after a short period of depres- appointment (as he often had done before) and, sion, began to brighten, uniformly showed a on the plea of inability to leave his duties, very honest and truthful nature, and after had put this girl in a cab, that she might be remaining in the Home a year, has recently taken safely home (she seemed to have idemigrated ; a thoroughly good plain servant, spired him with that much enduring regard), with every susceptibility for formning a faith- she pulled up the window and swallowed two ful and affectionate attachment to her employ- shillings' worth of the essential oil of almonds ers.

which she had bought at a chemist's an hour Case number fifty-eight was a girl of nine- before. The driver happened to look round teen, all but starved through inability to live when she still had the bottle to her lips, imby needlework. She had never gone wrong, mediately made out the whole story, and had was gradually brought into a good bodily the presence of mind to drive her straight to condition, invariably conducted herself well, a hospital, where she remained a month and went abroad, rescued and happy. before she was cured. She was in that state

Case number fifty-one, was a little ragged of depression in the prison, that it was a girl of sixteen or seventeen, as she said ; but matter for grave consideration whether it of very juvenile appearance. She was put to would be safe to take her into the Home, the bar at a Police Office, with two much where, if she were bent upon committing older women, regular vagrants, for making a suicide, it would be almost impossible to disturbance at the workhouse gate on the prevent her. After some talk with her, previous night on being refused relief. She however, it was decided to receive her. She had been a professed tramp for six or seven proved one of the best inmates it has ever years, knew of no relation, and had no friends had, and remained in it seven months before but one old woman, whose very name she did she emigrated. Her father, who had never not appear to be sure of. Her father, a scaf- seen her since the night of her staying out fold-builder, she had lost" on London Bridge late, came to see her in the Home, and conwhen she was ten or eleven years old. There firmed these particolars. It is doubtful appeared little doubt that he had purposely whether any treatment but that pursued in abandoned her, but she had no suspicion of such an institution would hava restored this it. She had long been hop-picking in the girl.

Case number fourteen was an extremely come home from work of a night he tells me that pretty girl of twenty, whose mother was I shall every 9 years com Home if we live so married to a second husband - a drunken long please God, but I think that he is only makman who ill-treated his step-daughter. She ing game of me. Honnoured Ladies I can never had been engaged to be married, but had feel grateful enough for your kindness to me and been deceived, and had run away from home the kind indulgences which I received at my in shame, and had been away three years. Home and see that happy place again once more

happy home, I often wish that I could come Within that period, however, she bad twice and all my kind friends which I hope I may one returned home; the first time for six inonths ; day please God. the second time for a few days. She had also been in a London hospital. She had also No comments or arguments shall be added been in the Magdalen ; which institution her to swell the length this account has already father-in-law, with a drunkard's inconsistency, attained. Our readers will judge for themhad induced her to leave, to attend her selves what some of these cases must have mother's funeral — and then ill-treated her as soon become, but for the timely interposition before. She had been once in prison as a of the Home established by the Ladies whose disorderly character, and was received from charity is so discreet and so impartial. the prison into the Home. Her health was impaired and her experience had been of a bad kind in a bad quarter at London, but she

Lebahn's Faust."'* was still a girl of remarkably engaging and delicate appearance.

This is a useful book, and a great deal of pains She remained in the must have been expended on its compilation. Home, improving rapidly, thirteen months. Goethe's Faust, which is selected by Dr. Lebahn She was never complained of, and her general as a vehicle for conveying instruction in the Gerdeportment was usually quiet and modest. man language, is printed entire, and is followed She emigrated, and is a good, industrious, by a sort of syntax. The examples of the syntax bappy wife.

are taken from Frust alone ; and as they are This paper can scarcely be better closed sufficiently numerous to exhaust the whole poem than by the following pretty passage from a and are invariably translated into English, the letter of one of the married young women.

reader may go through a complete course of

Faust, not only with a literal translation, but HoxxOURED LADIES,

also with a perpetual grammatical comment. I have again taken the liberty of writ. This intellectual journey he may perform from ing to you to let you know how I am going on opposite starting-points, thanks to a double syssince I last wrote Home for I can never forget tem of figuration. If he takes Faust in hand, that name that still comes fresh to my mind, and yearns for a grammatical explanation, there Honnoured Ladies I received your most kind letter are numbers placed against the lines to direct on Tuesday the 21st of May my Mistress was him to the pages of the syntax. If, on the other kind enough to bring it over to me she told me hand, his genius is more philological than poetthat she also had a letter from you and that she ical, and, starting from the grammar, he needs should write Home and give you a good account authority for his examples, there are numbers of us.

Honnoured Ladies I cannot describe the placed against the rules to direct him to the pages feelings which I felt on receiving your most kind of the tragedy. letter, I first read my letter then I cried but it But while Dr. Lebahn thus laudably works up was with tears of joy, to think you was so kind a classical German poem into a book of gramto write to us Honnoured Ladies I have seen Jane matical teaching, what dæmon has tempted him and I showed my letter and she is going write to limit the sphere of his popularity by the introHome, she is living about 36 miles from where duction of certain theological remarks that can I live and her and her husband are very happy gratify nobody and may offend a great innny? together she has been down to our Town this Priestcraft is doubtless a very bad thing in its week and it is the first that we have seen of her way, but we do not see why a German gramsince a week after they were married. My marian, the object of whose book is to teach EngHusband is very kind to me and we live very lishmen bis native language, should indulge in happy and comfortable together we have a nice anti-clerical orations that will surely cause his garden where we grow all that we want we have work to be shunned at Oxford. Neither do we sown some peas turnips and I helped to do some see why the orthodox British student should be we have three such nice pigs and we killed one annoyed by a Voltairian scoff at the miraculous last week he was so fat that he could not see out ascent of Elijah, simply because Fuust and his of his eyes he used to have to sit down to eat and familiar sail through the air on a cloak. We I have got such a nice cat — she peeps over me fear Dr. Lebahn has so identified himself with while I am writing this. My Husband was Faust that he has had a Mephistopheles at his going out one day, and he heard that cat cry elbow. Spectator. and he fetched her in she was 80 thin. My tow little birds are gone – one dide and the other

* Faust : a Tragedy, by J. W. von Goethe. With flew awny now I have got none, get down Cat copious Notes, Grammatical, Philological, and do. My Husband has built a shed at the side of Exegetical, by Falck Lebahn, Ph. Dr. Published the house to do any thing for hisself when hel by Longman and Co.

From the Spectator. Glasgow, and inspire thoughts and sensations SMITH'S POEMS. *

for which the poet is grateful. Still, the repe

tition of these things fatigues, and we expect ALEXANDER Smitu's volume contains a poem from the poet a more novel and subtile interin dialogue, which he entitles “ A Life- pretation of the nature whose priest he aspires Drama,"

some short miscellaneous poems, to be. Let Alexander Smith take counsel of and a few sonnets. Most if not all of the the Pre-Raphaelites, who, by a simple exercise volume has appeared within the last twelve- of their own senses, have given a new interest month in the pages of a literary London Jour- to the commonest scenes, and have taught us nal, but it will probably be new to the general that Nature is not yet exhausted by the Acadpublic. Those among this miscellaneous body emy, royal or otherwise. But the absence who watch with interest the dawning of genius, from the Life-Drama of any sense of the and are able to discern in the luxuriant blos- human beings among whom life is passed, of soms of the spring the golden promise of the any delight in any human relation except that autumn, will detect in Alexander Smith, young between young men and beautiful women, is a and undeveloped as he unquestionably is, the more serious blot ; and one that in an older marks of a true poet. His senses receive from man would in itself be a bar to his noble amoutward objects impressions finer and keener bition of setting the age to music. That man than those of ordinary men, and these impres- has no sound and healthy heart to whom only sions set him singing with enjoyment, and are one phase of human life has charms, and who, reproduced in phrases and lines of singular when that is over, can find nothing in the beauty, melody, and power. Nothing is world worth living and caring for; and this harder to predict than the course of genius, tendency of our new poet will require to be subject as it is to the accidents of fortune, overcome by thought, self-control, and expephysical organization, and social intercourse; rience, before he can write poems that any but, so far as comparison can guide us, it is to but mere boys will read with unmixed satisthe earlier works of Keats and Shelley alone faction. If he would instruct the world, he that we can look for a counterpart in richness must be wise and loving himself, and must of fancy and force of expression to the Life- learn that it is not the young and the lovely Drama; unless we appeal to a printed but un- alone that are capable of poetic interest. We published juvenile work of Tennyson, entitled should imagine that Keats and Shelley, and

The Lover's Bay,” — far superior, in our poets of that class, have been too exclusively opinion, to anything that actually appeared in his favorites, and should recommend him to his first volume, though even in that the study rather the more practical and manly " Recollections of the Arabian Nights” allayed English poets. He is evidently an admirer of somewhat old “crusty Christopher’s” storm Tennyson, and has caught some of his beauties of ridicule.

and mannerism ; he should take a long, deep Alexander Smith has this advantage orer draught of the older poets, especially the dramboth Keats and Shelley, that he never runs atists of Elizabeth and the Stuart period, nor into absolute nonsense. On the other hand, would the sense and terseness of Pope and he is more of a sensational poet than either of Dryden be a bad study; and, like all poets, he them. His sensations are so keen, so thrilling, should read the best prose writers, and learn that they seem to overpower his perceptions. himself to write terse and idiomatic prose. He He feels that something intensely beautiful is has quite sensibility enough, quite enough before him, but he is so drunk with the beauty impressibility to beauty, is rather too sensuous, that he can convey no clear impression of its sometimes not quite reticent enough in the details to another, only that he is delirious matter of sensations ; let him think more, with enjoyment; and his descriptions, instead learn more facts, care more about what objects of impressing their object on the reader's are in themselves and less about the amount imagination, expand into circling waves of of pleasure they are capable of giving him, simile, flashing and radiant with rapturous and we venture to hope that he may be among sensation. Nor are the objects with which he England's great names. is familiar very numerous or various. In T'he title of “ Life-Drama" is quite misnature, the sea and sky in their broadest and placed. The poem is a collection of passages most obvious appearances are his stock in purely lyrical for the most part, though in the trade for simile and description, especially the form of dialogue. It is studded with finə starry heavens on a cloudless night. Vast- lines, but it is difficult to find striking passages ness, freedom of movement, and purity, strike of any length. Our selection is rather at ratmost the man who is habitually confined and dom,

as one might gather a handful of pearls choked in cities ; and the stars will on clear from a heap. nights shine down even on such a hive as

The lark is singing in the blinding sky, Poems. By Alexander Smith. Published by Hedges are white with May. The bridegroom sed Bogue. (Republished by Ticknor, Reed & Fields.) Is toying with the shore, bis wedded bride,


And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, She asked him but to stand beside her grave -
He decorates her tawny brow with shells, She said she would be daisies — and she thought
Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, 'T would give her joy to feel that he was near.
Then, proud, runs up to kiss her. All is fair - She died like music; and, would you believe 't,
All glad, from grass to sun! Yet more I love He kept her foolish words within his heart
Than this, the shrinking day, that sometimes As ceremonious as a chapel keeps

A relic of a saint. And in the spring
In Winter's front, so fair 'mong its dark peers, The doting idiot went !
It seems a straggler from the files of June,
Which in its wanderings had lost its wits,

And half its beauty ; and, when it returned,

What found he there?
Finding its old companions gone away,
It joined November's troop, then marching past ;

And so the frail thing comes, and greets the world Laugh till your sides ache! Oh, he went, poor
With a thin crazy smile, then bursts in tears,

fool ! And all the while it holds within its hand But he found nothing save red trampled clay A few half-withered flowers. I love and pity it! And a dull sobbing rain. Do you not laugh?

Amid the comfortless rain he stood and wept, My heart is beating with all things that are, Bare-headed in the mocking, pelting rain. My blood is wild unrest ;

He might have known 't was ever so on earth." With what a passion pants yon eager star Upon the water's breast !

The remorse of Walter, the hero, is painted Clasped in the air's soft arms the world doth with genuine if somewhat overstrained pathog. sleep,

The phraseology is strong, and less encumAsleep its moving seas, its humming lands;

bered with simile than in most parts of the With what an hungry lip the ocean deep Lappeth forever the white-breasted sands!

poem. In fact, fine promise of a true dramat

ic excellence is indicated in the scene from What love is in the moon's eternal eyes, Leaning uuto the earth from out the midnight as in the passage quoted above.

which the following extract is taken, as well skies ! Thy large dark eyes are wide upon thy brow,

Good men have said Filled with as tender light

That sometimes God leaves sinners to their sin As yon low moon doth fill the heavens now, He has left me to mine, and I am changed ; This mellow autumn night!

My worst part is insurgent, and my will On the late flowers I linger at thy feet.

Is weak and powerless as a trembling king I tremble when I touch thy garment's rim, When millions rise up hungry. Woe is me! I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom's beat My soul breeds sins as a dead body worms !

O kiss me into faintness sweet and dim ! They swarm and feed upon me. Hear me, God ! Thou leanest to me as a swelling peach,

Sin met me and embraced me on my way : Full-juiced and mellow, leaneth to the taker's Methought her cheeks were red, her lips had reach.

bloom ;

I kissed her bold lips, dallied with her hair : Thy hair is loosened by that kiss you gave, It floods my shoulders o'er ;

She sang me into slumber. I awoke — Another yet! Oh, as a weary wave

It was a putrid corse that clung to me, Subsides upon the shore,

That clings to me like memory to the damned,

That rots into my being. Father ! God ! My hungry being with its hopes, its fears, My heart like moon-charmed waters, all un- 1 soon will grow as corrupt as itself. (A pause.

I cannot shake it off ! it clings, it clings ! rest,

God sends me back my prayers, as a father Yet strong as is despair, as weak as tears,

Returns unoped the letters of a son Doth faint upon thy breast !

Who has dishonored him. I feel thy claspiag arms, my cheek is wet With thy rich tears. One kiss ! Sweet, sweet, Thou Devil, thou wilt drag me down to hell!

Have mercy, Fiend ! another yet!

0, if she had proclivity to sin The next quotation is a proof that Alexan- Who did appear so beauteous and so pure, der Smith has dramatic power in the germ. Nature may leer behind a gracious mask, The conclusion affects one with something of And God himself may be — I'm giddy, blind ; the terrible beauty for which Ford is famous. The world reels from beneath me.

[Catches hold of the parapet. Between him and the lady of his love

(An Outcast approaches.) Wilt pray for me? There stood a wrinkled worldling ripe for hell. When with his golden hand he plucked that flower,

GIRL (shuddering.)
And would have smelt it, lo! it paled and shrank,' 'Tis a dreadful thing to pray.
And withered in his grasp. And when she died
The rivers of his heart ran all to waste;

They found no ocean, dry sands sucked them up.

Why is it so ? Lady, he was a fool! - a pitiful fool.

Hast thou, like me, a spot upon thy soul, She said she loved him, would be dead in spring - That neither tears can cleanse, nor fires eterne?

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