Why? Because the path of duty was his way to glory! Never has that path been more simply and faithfully drawn than in the following lines:—

Lo! the leader in these glorious wars
Now to glorious burial slowly borne,
Followed by the brave of other lands,
He, on whom from both her open hands
Lavish honour showered all her stars,

And affluent fortune emptied all her horn.
Yea, let all good things award

Him who cares not to be great,

But as he saves or serves the State.

Not once or twice, in our rough Island story,

The path of duty was the way to glory.

He that walks it, only thirsting

For the right, and learns to deaden,
Love of self, before his journey closes,

He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, which out-redden
All voluptuous garden roses.

Not once or twice, in our fair Island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
He that ever following her commands
On with toil of heart, and knees and hands,
Thro' the long gorge to the far light, has won
His path upward, and prevail'd,

Shall find the toppling crags of duty scaled,
Are close upon the shining table-lands

To which our God himself is moon and sun;

He has not fail'd, he hath prevail'd;

So let the men whose hearths he saved from shame,

Thro' many and many an age proclaim

At civic revel, and pomp, and game,

And when the long illumined cities flame,

Their ever loyal iron leader's fame,

With honour, honour, honour, honour, to him,

Eternal honour to his name.

There is no affectation in these nor in any of the lines. In truth the subject forbade the intrusion of grotesque forms, and Mr. Tennyson is faithful to his mission. We have already indicated the nature of this effusion. It has more beauty than force, more sweetness and feeling, than dignity or magnificence.

A SLEEPING DEMOCRACY.

ONE "gent," who generally retired about the same hour as I did, told me as a "curiosity," that on the last night we had the honour of having as bed fellows, two real judges, five ex-governors, three lawyers, and as many doctors-streaked with blacksmiths, tinkers, and tailors, "that made a most beautiful amalgam—that's a fact.”

PERSONS WHO SHOULD EMIGRATE.

ALL sheriffs' officers; all income-tax gatherers; all punsters, and conundrum-makers; all wall-flowers at evening parties; all widows, as being a dangerous class of community; all linen-drapers, who are always coming out with "an alarming failure," or alluring customers into their shops to be the victims of a " large sacrifice;" all quack doctors, and advertising professors, no matter whether in the hair-cutting, or corn-cutting, or saltatory, or tonsurial, or mesmeric, or electro-biological, or any other empirical line; all persons who propose toasts, and sentiments, and healths, at convivial parties; all persons who give imitations of actors; all persons who take you aside to tell you "a funny thing they heard yesterday;" all matchmaking ladies, for their officiousness in making matches would be of the greatest value in England and the Indies; all young men who smoke before the age of fifteen, and young ladies who wear ringlets after they are thirty; all cabmen and omnibus collectors, who have been fined, or sent to Brixton, "for change of air," more than six times; all fast young ladies, who drive dog carts, and row, and smoke, and play the cornet à piston, &c.; all old ladies who keep more than two dogs, or the same number of cats; all mothers-in-law, without a single exception; all, &c., &e., &c.

ΟΝ ΜΑΝ.

May he ever be lean, and never grow fat,
Who carries two faces under one hat.

PITY THE SORROWS OF THE POOR POLICE. "LOR Soosan! How's a feller to eat meat such weather as this. Now, a bit o' pickled salmon and cow-cumber, or a lobster salid might do."

OUR old grandmother used to say to our grandfather" Its useless quarrelling, my dear, for you know we must make it up again."

MR. CONGREVE going up the water in a boat, one of the watermen told him, as they passed by Peterborough House, at Millbank, that the house had sunk a story." "No friend," said he; "I rather think it is a story raised."

WIT AND JUDGMENT.

WIT is brushwood, judgment is timber. The first makes the brightest flame, but the other gives the most lasting heat.

EVIL HABITS.

THOSE who have become addicted to evil habits, must conquer them as they can; and they must be conquered, or they will conquer us, and destroy our peace and happiness. And those who have not yet yielded to bad habits, must be on their guard, lest they be unexpectedly assaulted and subdued.

HISTORY OF THE OLD TESTAMENT.

Ask now of History's authentic page,
And call up evidence from every age,
Display with busy and laborious hand,
The blessings of the most indebted land,

What nation will you find whose annals prove

So rich an interest in Almighty love?

Where dwell they now; where dwelt in ancient day,

A people planted, water'd, blest as they;

Let Egypt's plagues, and Canaan's woes proclaim
The favours pour'd upon the Jewish name :
They, and they only, amongst all mankind,
Received the transcript of the Eternal mind;
Were trusted with His own engraven laws,

And constituted guardians of His cause;

Their's were the prophets, their's the priestly call,
And their's by birth, the Saviour of us all.

CHARITY.

IT is an old saying, that charity begins at home; but this is no reason why it should not go abroad. A man should live with the world as a citizen of the world. He may have a preference for the particular quarter or square, or even alley, in which he lives; but he should have a generous feeling for the welfare of the whole.

A PARTY had once climbed a considerable way up the usual track on the side of the Skiddaw, when a gentleman (a stranger to the rest of the company), who had given frequent broad hints of his being a man of superior knowledge, said to the guide," Pray what is the highest part of this mountain ?" "The top, sir," replied the guide.

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear, and with a manly heart.

It is with ambition as with a lofty tree, which cannot shoot its branches into the clouds, unless its roots work into the dirt from whence it rose, on which it stands, and by which it is nourished.

ELECTION INTELLIGENCE.

WITH THE RIGHTS OF WOMEN RECOGNISED.

SIR CHARLES DARLING (the ladies' candidate) presented himself on the hustings, amidst a general waving of handkerchiefs, and spoke as follows:-" Ladies and (with a smile) need I say gentlemen? (Titlers, and droll creature, and think not.) Gallantry forbids my recognising their existence, in any other light than as the devoted slaves of that divine sex, of whom I am proud to esteem myself the humblest. (Cries of "How nice!") Ladies then, angels, goddesses, (Oh! from an elderly bachelor, who was removed by the police,) for the thrilling position in which I am placed, how can I be sufficiently grateful to that glorious reform in our electoral system, which has partially recognised the true position of lovely woman? (" Partially," in a tone of sarcasm, from a member of Mr. Screwdriver's committee.) My honourable and gallant friend objects to the adverb. I say partially, for by admitting the ladies to the franchise with the gentlemen, they are but recognised as equals, instead of superiors. (Great sensation.) Yes, ladies, and it shall be my earnest endeavours as your representative. ("Yah," and "Not yet," from Mr. Screwdriver.) My honourable and gallant friend observes "Not yet." It is true I have a formidable rival to contend with. The charms of his person; (screams and "the old fright!") his known politeness; above all, his taste in dress; (here the laughter and clapping of kid gloves rendered the speaker inaudible for some moments;) compared with such claims, mine are worthless; (do listen! and "The Duck !") extending no farther than a willingness, I may say a downright anxiety, to die in the cause of the fair creatures, who, I believe I may say, have done the honour to elect me as their champion. (Yes, yes.) With the ladies voices in my favour, I believe I need not fear those of gentlemen being exerted against me. (Cries of "We should like to see them.' Speak up, Alfred, do."

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ashamed of you," &c.) I thank you, gentlemen—or rather I do not thank you; I honour you for your-may I say obedience, (Oh! yes, in a rapturous tone, from the engaged gentlemen,) though after all, I don't see how you were to help yourselves. (Great applause and numerous bouquets thrown.)

THE HON. MRS. POSER stepped forward, and begged to be allowed to address a few questions to the candidate.

MRS. POSER-What are Sir Charles's views with regard to the existing excise regulations?

SIR CHARLES-My first measure will be to bring in a bill legislating the smuggling of laces and French ribbons. (Rapturous cheering.)

A VOICE-About the Sanitary movement ?

SIR CHARLES thought every family should leave town at the end of the season. It was his opinion that all husbands paying

the income-tax should be compelled to take their wives and children to the sea-side for the autumn months. It should have his earliest attention. In answer to another speaker, he considered that assembly rooms should be maintained in every town by the public purse.

MRS. POSER-What foreign policy will you advocate ?

SIR CHARLES would advocate peace with France, at all hazards, that nothing might endanger the immediate importation of Parisian fashions. (Cheers and bouquets.)

A YOUNG LADY-About the army ?

SIR CHARLES-I am for keeping up a standing army, to consist entirely of regiments of horse guards, composed exclusively of officers. (Immense sensation.)

MRS. POSER-I should like to hear your intentions as to the tobacco duties.

SIR CHARLES--To prohibit the importation and cultivation of that objectionable plant altogether, so that there may be no more smoking.

A show of parasols was demanded, and Sir Charles Darling was declared duly elected.

LIFE IN THE SICK ROOM.

Of all the know-nothing persons in this world, commend us to the man who has never known a day's illness: he is a mortal dunce; one who has lost the greatest lesson in life; who has skipped the finest lecture in that great school of humanity, the sick chamber. Let him be versed in mathematics, profound in metaphysics, a ripe scholar in the classics, a bachelor of arts, or even a doctor in divinity, yet he is as one of those gentlemen, whose education has been neglected. For all his college acquirements, how inferior is he in wholesome knowledge to the mortal who has had but a quarter's gout, or a half year of ague; how infinitely below the fellow creature who has been soundly taught his tic douloureux, thoroughly grounded in the rheumatics, and deeply red in the scarlet fever! And yet, what is more common than to hear a great hulking florid fellow, bragging of an ignorance, that he shares in common with the pig, and the bullock, the generality of which die, probably, without ever having experienced a day's indisposition? To such a monster of health, the volume before me, (Miss Martineau's Life in the Sick Room,) will be a sealed book, for how can he appreciate its allusions to physical sufferings, whose bodily annoyance has never reached beyond a slight tickling of the epidermis, or the tingling of a foot gone to sleep? How should he, who has sailed through life with a clean bill of health, be able to sympathize with the feelings, or the quiet sayings and doings of an invalid, condemned to a life-long quarantine in his chamber? What should he know of life in the sick room? As little as our paralytic grandmother knows of life in London.