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the gorgeous times of feudal romance, peopling | Brutus and Cassius, instead of being cockedher high streets with the forms of the middle hatted like so many drum-majors of the Great ages, and consigning the tailor of the nineteenth Frederic; † the Ghetto the site of an école de century to an oblivion of twenty-four hours. natation, and the Jews living where they please; But space forbids us to turn our page into a beggars a reminiscence of the past, vermin an * Field of the Cloth of Gold,” and we can only object of enthusiasm to the antiquary, and stinks afford the following rare bit, the conclusion of relegated to Cologne; “nationals” mounting the picture:

guard, in place of Swiss condottieri; the streets

perambulable on a rainy day without the risk of “ No Roman triumph, nor Mediæval pageant, could have surpassed what I witnessed to-day! being stunned by a shower-bath at every sixth To realize one part of the classic procession, step, from the spouts projecting from the housethere was only wanting the Rev. Dr. Newman, tops; Torlonia un-duked, and an English ambasAmbrose St. John, and George Talbot, to walk sador inhabiting a palace in the Corse! Sball in the character of war-captives —

we recognize " the Niobe of nations” out of

mourning? And will this "new face” of an Britannus ut descenderet Sacrâ catenatus viâ.""

“old friend” please us as well as the one we

were used to? We wish nothing better than An instance of good taste was exhibited by that our good star may speedily put us in a way the Irish seminary at Rome on this occasion. to answer these questions. While all other decorations that met the eye of What can we say more, except breathe a ferthe Pontiff on his triumphal way, displayed the vent prayer that Pope Pius IX. may live as long white and yellow, the hereditary colors of his as the popedom. house, the fathers of the institution above-mentioned thrust in his face "a huge green banner, PostSCRIPT. - We have been guilty of a bearing a harp uncrowned, and other heraldic great, though unintentional, injustice to the aupuzzles,” to the great mystification of the eter- thorities of the Irish seminary at Rome. It was nal city. These worthies were, evidently, fitter not at that institution that the “Repale” flag to figure at some raffish “ repale” meeting, than was stuck under the Pope's nose, but at the to have a place among those who celebrated the Church of St. Clements, which our author deinauguration of the Mastai Ferretti.

scribes as being “celebrated on many accounts, Many and many a passage, rarer and racier and now tenanted by a few Irish friars.” Apthan any we have yet transferred to our columns, parently, these Irisli friars had forgotten that the bad we marked for extraction, in this pleasantest festival of the 8th of November was held in of last year's books; but — but Well, we

honor of Pope Pius IX., and not in theirs. have only ourselves to blame. — Why did we

- Dublin University Mugazine. twaddle so long with Mr. Vicary?

One doubt we have, with relation to the course which the present ruler of the Latin Church bas Religion has always the same beneficial injudged it wise to take — a doubt as to its ulti- Auence on the mind. In youth, in health and mate results. We are not entirely without mis- prosperity, it awakens feelings of gratitude and givings, as we watch the progress of pontifical sublime love; and purifies at the same time that reform. With all these changes, will Rome secm it exalts; but it is in misfortune, in sickness, in to us Rome, should it be in store for us to see age, that its effects are most truly and beneher again? A ring of railway termini girdling ficially felt: when submission in faith, and humher like a belt of wampum, and, with their mod- ble trust in the divine will, from duties become ern trimness, making her ancient walls seem pleasures — undecaying sources of consolation ; seedy; gas-lights dissipating for ever the holy then it creates powers which were believed to darkness of her streets, not leaving one inscru- be extinct, and gives a freshness to the mind table prescriptive corner, where, stiletto in hand, which was supposed to have passed away for the ladrone might await his prey; a dozen dif

Sir H. Davy. ferent newspapers coming out every morning, an English one (" edited by the son of the late Quirinal Palace marks the hours no longer in the oldpoetic Mrs. Hemans,") among the rest; the continuous, but in the duodecimal used on your side

fashioned and exploded system of twenty-four hours afternoon, as marked by the horologe of the of the Alps. It is an humble effort to teach his RoQuirinal, beginning with one o'clock, instead of

mans the time of day.'” –

+ “The most novel feature was the brilliant appear. thirteen;* the guardia nobile helmeted like

ance of the Noble Guard, in their new steel helmets.

This new head-gear is after the fancy of Pius himsell, " As a trifling indication of the Pope's anxiety to who is a connoisseur in military points, and has probring his states into better unison with the other civil duced something superior to your Albert hat.?'" ized communities of Europe, the great clock of the PROUT.



The Princess; a Medley. By ALFRED | laughs at their college talk, and threatens them TENNYSON.

with a college of her own to which men shall

not be suffered to approach, No poem should be judged decisively at a first

one said smiling ‘Pretty were the sight reading — but this new poem of Mr. Tennyson's

If our old halls could change their sex, and flaunt least of all. It is cast in a form which few read With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, ers will take kindly to. Nevertheless, let them And sweet-girl graduates in their golden hair;'" read on - and again. It is not unsafe to begin and out of such laughing talk the story springs. with a little aversion, where love lies waiting for It is to be of the character of the scene that you.

surrounds them, and to suit the time and place. Not the least interesting question raised by But the story-tellers are sitting at a luncheon this book is whether or not Mr. Tennyson has “silver-set,” among the old Gothic ruins in the shown an advance of power. We think he has. park; the broken statue of an old feudal ancesNo luckless poet has been more pelted with his tor is popped up nigh them, gaily enrobed with laurels, but not always considerately. We are Lilia's silken scarf; on the lawn of the modern content that he should leave unsurpassed the Greek-built mansion beyond, the members of mere verbal melody, the lyrical sweetness, of his the institute of the neighbouring borough are first utterances in song; since he has far over- holding happy holiday with their children, putpassed that circle of the sensuous which ap- ting science into sport; and to suit all this, and peared to bound him at the first. His sense of take up the talk of college, what other than a the beautiful could never have been more lus- Medley should the story be? cious, gorgeous, delicate than seventeen years A princess is its heroine, and a prince who ago; but it has become chastened, and is less had been betrothed to her in childhood is supalloyed. Mind and heart have come up with posed to tell it. The old regal fathers (a brace ear and eye. Enlarged views, increased knowl- of kingly portraits very perfectly contrasting the edge, powers in all respects maturing, show the easiness and the wilfulness of kings) have a comunwearied student. Take the versification of pact that their children shall wed; but the girl the poem before us, and (making allowance for opposes it as she approaches womanhood, presome wilfully prosaic lines) say if all that in that vails on her father to give her his summer palace respect has won most admiration for Mr. Ten- and gardens on the border between the two nyson be not here in sustained completeness. kingdoms, and, penetrated with man's injustice Sweetness and music have found variety and and impelled by the counsels of two ladies of her strength. The same instrument is giving forth court, has founded a college for women there, to a more quiet fulness and depth of sound. redress past centuries of her sex's wrong. The Thought, feeling, and expression, are balanced prince's father, with help of some hundred with happier and more finished results. Some thousand men, is for bringing her to the altar in times we object to what seems an echo from the “a whirlwind;” but the prince, loving her aldays of Elizabeth's great men; but it is such ready from her portrait, prefers with two comonly as could have reached us through a man of panions to follow her, and try to win entrance kindred greatness. We will not say that the to her college. They disguise themselves as poem is not irregular, even clumsy, in its struc- girls, it being death for men to enter. All these ture; but it is built of gold. Nor, whatever may details are charmingly given, and our dry sumbe objected to its plan, can it be urged that the mary does them no justice. foundations are lofty and the erection mean. Then comes the action of the poem, and the The poet has avoided that error. He lays down grave sweet purpose that lies hidden beneath its a very humble ground-work, with whatever am- burlesque peeps out and shows itself. Thus they bition he may aspire to rise above it.

find the head of the college: The poem is really what the poet calls it, a at a board by tome and paper sat, Medley; being a summer's tale told after the With two tame leopards couch'd beside her throne, fashion of a Christmas game by a “set” of col All beauty compass'd in a female form,

The Princess; liker to the inhabitant lege students. Assembled in the summer vaca

Of some clear planet close upon the Sun, tion at an old English country se, the home

Than our man's earth: such eyes were in her head, of one of them, whose sister Lilia

And so much grace and power, breathing down

From over her arch'd brows, with every turn ("A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,

Lived thro' her to the tips of her long hands, And sweet as English air could make her — ") And to her feet."

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Nor is the stately grandeur of her welcome un and then comes Hall. You see them passing in worthy of that picture of herself :

among the columns to dinner, "We give you welcome: not without redound

“Pacing staid and still Of fame and profit unto yourselves ye come, By twos and threes, till all from end to end The first-fruits of the stranger: aftertime,

With beauties every shade of brown and fair, And that full voice which circles round the grave,

In colors gayer than the morning mist, Will rank you nobly, mingled up with me.'” The long hall glittered like a bed of flowers ;” Her two chief tutors are her two counsellors, Lady Blanche and Lady Psyche. The first is a

and after Hall you follow them to the gardens, dreadful old blue with a charming little daughter seeing pictures of the evening idleness of each; Melissa :

and then ("A rosy blonde, and in a college gown

“ When day That clad her like an April daffodilly,

Droop'd, and the chapel tinkled, mixt with those (Her mother's color) with her lips apart,

Six hundred maidens clad in purest white,
And all her thoughts as fair within her eyes,

Before two streams of light from wall to wall,
As bottom agates seem to wave and float

While the great organ almost burst his pipes, In crystal currents of clear morning seas;")

Groaning for power, and rolling thro' the court

A long melodious thunder to the sound - and the second is a pretty young widow with

Of solemn psalms, and silver litanies, a babe “a double April old," who is in fact the

The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven sister of one of the Prince's companions. To her

A blessing on her labors for the world.” lecture room the three (supposed) tall young And so ends the college day. northern damsels are assigned, where

We cannot of course follow the story out in "Sat along the forms, like morning doves

the same detail, but the reader must come with That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch, us on a day's country excursion with the Princess, A patient range of pupils ;”.

who invites the three new students as a Master amid whom they take their place, and listen to might three freshmen to dinner. When they the lecture. This

, we are bound to say, is ad- have reached a fitting spot they pitch their tent mirable. Herschel, making allowance for dis- of satin, puted points in the nebular theory, could not

("Elaborately wrought have beat Lady Psyche at

With fair Corinna's triumph; here she stood,

Engirt with many a florid maiden-cheek, "This world was once a fluid baze of light, The woman conqueror; woman conquer'd there Till toward the centre set the starry tides

The bearded victor of ten-thousand hymns, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast

And all the men mourn'd at his side "); The planets;' nor is she less a match for a Whewell or a Sewell

and after fruit and wine, music is called for, when she runs with zest through all the un- and a maiden sings. The song is not pleasing gracious past,” and at each dark step of its ill. | to the Princess

. Its luxurious sadness is not of acted history assails “the gray preëminence of heroic temper, nor does its yearning affection man." Still higher and higher with her theme sort with college aspirations. But therefore is it she rises, till it exalts her into a prophetess of the finer manifestation of the poet's art. From that Future which they will have the power to out its dreamy lingering music rises so much of make.

the very soul of gentleness and womanhood, that,

in its heavenly tenderness and sweetness, colleges “Everywhere Two heads in council, two beside the hearth,

and professors fade far away. As a piece of Two in the tangled business of the world, writing it is not to be excelled, even in the wonTwo in the liberal offices of life,

derful melodies of Tennyson (unless it be by a Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss

pastoral on Love's home which occurs at the Of science, and the secrets of the mind :

close of the poem):
Musician, painter, sculptor, critic, more:
And everywhere the broad and bounteous Earth,
Should bear a double growth of those rare souls,

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Poets, whose thoughts enrich the blood of the world.Tears from the depth of some divine despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, A classic lecture follows:

In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,

And thinking of the days that are no more. (“ Rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lifted out,

“Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies

That brings our friends up from the underworld, And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long Sad as the last which reddens over one That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time That sinks with all we love below the verge; Sparkle for ever.")

So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.


" Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns But now the scene shifts to the camp upon the The earliest pipe of half awaken'd birds

borders, where, as in a romance by Scott or a To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ;

picture by Maclise, So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

The two old kings “Dear as remember'd kisses after death,

Began to wag their baldness up and down, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd

The fresh young captains flash'd their glittering teeth, On lips that are for others; deep as love,

The huge bush-bearded Barons heaved and blew, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;

And slain with laughter rolld the gilded Squire." O Death in Life, the days that are no more.'

War is here thirsted for by the Prince's father, The discovery of the Prince and his com

who protests that in no other fashion should a panions follows hard upon this, but we cannot

man hope to win a girl's affections, dwell on its details. In the confusion which en

(“. Tut, you know them not, the girls : sues he is the means of saving the life of the They prize hard knocks and to be won by force. Princess, but this in no respect abates her wrath Boy, there's no rose that's half so dear to them and scorn. There is flight and capture, and the

As he that does the thing they dare not do,

Breathing and sounding beauteous battle, comes offenders are threatened with death. Then

With the air of the trumpet round him, and leaps in comes upon the scene a counter-threatening Among the women, snares them by the score from the Prince's father, who has suddenly made Flatter'd and fluster'd, wins, tho' dash'd with death

He reddens what he kisses.) descent upon the father of the Princess; and exaggerated rumors, and fears of armed men, but the Prince will not have war. Ida is neverand numberless undistinguishable dreads, take theless obdurate, and finds armed advocates and possession of the college.

warriors to espouse her cause, in her stalwart There rose

brother Arac and his captains A hubbub in the court of half the maids Gather'd together; from the illumin'd hall

(" Anon to meet us lightly pranced Long lanes of splendor slanted o'er a press

Three captains out: nor ever had I seen Of snowy shoulders, thick as herded ewes,

Such thews of men: the midmost and the highest And rainbow robes, and gems and gemlike eyes,

Was Arac: all about his motion clung And gold and golden heads; they to and fro

The shadow of his sister, as the beam Fluctuated, as flowers in storm, some red, some pale, of the East, that played upon them, made them All open-mouth'd, all gazing to the light,

glance Some crying there was an army in the land,

Like those three stars of the airy Giant's zone,
And some that men were in the very walls,

That glitter burnished by the frosty dark: ")
And some they cared not; till a clamor grew
As of a new world Babcl, woman-built,

indignant at the invasion of their kingdom. A And worse-confounded: high above them stood

tourney of fifty knights from either side is at The placid marble Muses looking peace.

length proposed for settlement of the matters in "Not peace, she look’d, the Head: but rising up

dispute; and this being gallantly fought upon a Robed in the long night of her deep hair, so plain within sight of the College walls, the Prince To the open window moved, remaining there

is left for dead upon the field, and the brothers Fixt like a beacon tower above the waves Of tempest, when the crimson-rolling cye

of the Princess, themselves with others wounded, Glares ruin, and the wild sea-birds on the light are declared the victors. Then are the College Dash themselves dead. She stretch'd her arms and gates burst open, and crowds of girls with Ida at call'd

their head seen issuing forth — Across the tumult and the tumult fell.

“ Anon This is solid, noble writing. The epic calm- Thro’ the open field into the lists they wound ness of that last half line is masterly indeed. Timorously; and as the leader of the herd But from the midst of the silence the voice of And follow'd up by a hundred airy does,

That holds a stalely fretwork to the Sun, Ida is heard again. In vain, with passionate Steps with a tender foot, light as on air, fervor, the Prince pleads his cause; in vain the The lovely, lordly creature floated on two lady tutors, who had discovered the masquing to where her wounded brethren lay; there stay'd ;

the child on one, - and prest before the Princess did, and been induced to Their hands, and call'd them dear deliverers, conceal it, sue against dismissal : Ida drives them And happy warriors, and immortal names, forth with resolute scorn, separating Lady Psyche And said, You shall not lie in the tents but here,

And nursed by those for whom you fought, and served from her babe, and retaining the child for coin

With female hands and hospitality.”” panion and comforter. The poet's art and insight are shown in such traits as these. The So can she only celebrate her triumph by woman is the woman still, and can as little dis- yielding what it had professed to win. As guise herself completely as the Prince or his charmingly is this executed as conceived. Vicassociates.

tory is gained: but in her hands it is useless,


save as a means of gentle ministration; and, Who look'd all native to her place, and yet warmed by woman's angel offices, the woman's

On tiptoe seem'd to touch upon a sphere

Too nature can play the Amazon no more. The

gross to tread, and all male minds perforce

Sway'd to her from their orbits as they moved Prince is nursed and tended by Ida till she loves And girdled her with music.” him. And love then shows greater than the

IDA CHANGED BY LOVE. knowledge she would have put in its place; for

"From mine arms she rose knowledge, as mere power, is nothing, whereas

Glowing all over noble shame; and all love is truth, embracing all that makes knowledge

Her falser self slipt from her like a robe, worth aspiring for. Thus the purpose of the poem And left her woman, lovelier in her mood is not to depreciate the intellectual or moral claims Than in her mould that other, when she came

From barren deeps to conquer all with love, of women

And down the streaming crystal dropt, and she (" The woman's cause is man's; they rise or sink

Far-fleeted by the purple island-sides, Together, dwarf'd or godlike, bond or free;

Naked, a double light in air and wave, For she that out of Lethe scales with man

For worship without end; nor end of mine, The shining steps of nature, shares with man

Stateliest, for thee!”
His nights, his days, moves with him to the goal,
Stays all the fair young planet in her hands

That final turn is masterly; but the passage is If she be small, slight natur'd, miserable, altogether one of the most exquisite in the poem. How shall men grow?”)

A FINE SIMILE. but to give them their just direction; and its “Down thro’ her limbs a drooping languor wept ; moral is uttered in these beautiful, most majestic, Her head a little bent; and on her mouth most musical words.

A doubtful smile dwelt like a clouded moon

In a still water." " For woman is not undevelopt man But diverse: could we make her as the man,

LADIES' HAND-WRITING. Sweet love were slain, whose dearest bond is this

“And I sat down and wrote, Not like to like, but like in difference :

In such a hand as when a field of corn
Yet in the long years liker must they grow;

Bows all its ears before the roaring East.”
The man be more of woman, she of man;
He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;

6. How,' she cried, 'you love She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care:

The metaphysics ! read and earn our prize, More as the double-natur'd Poct each: Till at the last she sct herself to man,

A golden broach : beneath an emerald plane Like perfect music unto noble words;

Sits Diotima, leaching him that died.

Of hemlock; our device; wrought to the life;
And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time,
Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers,

She rapt upon her subject, he on her!
Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be,
Self-reverent each and reverencing each,

We hope some master in the dainty art of gemDistinct in individualities,

manufacture will lose no time in putting forth But like each other evin as those who love. that gem. The poet deserves the prize for sugThen comes the statelier Eden back to men: Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm: gesting the device. Then springs the crowning race of humankind.” The Princess yields, and the poem ends with

• We turn'd to go, but Cyril took the child,

And held her round the knces against his waist, their betrothment.

And blew the swoll'n cheek of a trumpeter,

While Psyche watch'd them, smiling, and the child “My bride,

Push'd her flat hand against his face and laugh’d.” My wife, my life. O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end,

TIIE HALL OF A MODERN ENGLISHI MANSION. And so thro' those dark gates across the wild That no man knows."

“ From vases in the hall

Flowers of all heavens, and lovelier than their names, Before we close the volume, or proceed to Grew side by side; and on the pavement lay

Carved stones of the Abbey-ruin in the park, speak, briefly as we may, of its impression as an

Huge Ammonites, and the first bones of Time; entire poetic work, let us cull some special beau- And on the tables every clime and age ties more, suited to what scanty space remains Jumbled together; celts and calumets, to us, from among the star-like clusters that Claymore and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans

Of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, sparkle through its pages.

Laborious orient ivory sphere in sphere,

The cursed Malayan crease, and battle-clubs

From the isles of palm: and higher on the walls, "Not learned, save in gracious household ways,

Betwixt the monstrous horns of elk and deer,
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants,

His own forefather's arms and armor hung."
No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt
In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise,

The line there marked with italics is a poet's Interpreter between the Gods and men, line; one of those charming toys of art with


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