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the throne); and that of the Emperor from Algeria.

There has been an accident at the Grosvenor Hotel, attended with fatal consequences, owing to the beam that suspended the "lift" which conveys people up to the different floors having given way. Some time ago Your Bohemian was sent up by means of the same "lift ;" and, when he thought he was about to be shown into an apartment, he felt himself gradually moving upwards, and, not having been warned beforehand, it was rather startling, and he was glad to come down independent of it. The porter and a courier we see have died from the injuries they received, but the others escaped.

Whilst on the subject of hotels we may state that the Langham has been duly opened; and we have been informed that it is impossible for the casual visitor to get accommodated either there or at the Charing Cross Hotel. There are seven hundred rooms in the Langham.

So Edwin James, Q.C., who made himself so notorious in this country, and of whom we heard not long ago as performing the part of Friar Lawrence in New York, has been charged with conspiring to defraud; and the Hon. R. Bethell, eldest son of the Lord Chancellor, having been recently proclaimed an outlaw, was arrested on the race-course at Ascot, and the same evening lodged in Reading gaol. He has since passed through the court.

Matthews, the cabman, has, we perceive, at last settled with his creditors, and is free from the fangs of the law. Of the three hundred pounds awarded to him for his part in the apprehension and conviction of Müller, it is stated that fifty pounds have been allowed him, and a final dividend of 58. in the pound awarded to the creditors.

Intelligence has been received of the death of the Bishop of Chester (Dr. Jacobson is to be his successor); and we have to deplore the loss of Mr. Charles Waterton, the distinguished naturalist and traveller, whose ride on the back of a cayman, or crocodile, caused quite a sensation at the time; and an account of which will be found in his " Wanderings in South America." We possess a little volume (published 1828), which contains these wanderings in a condensed form, and in which the cayman episode has furnished the subject for an illustration, from the humorous pencil of George Cruikshank. We have further to chronicle the death of the father of the heroic Grace Darling, and the mother of the distinguished African explorer Dr. Livingstone, both at an advanced age. In the world of literature and science we have lost Sir Lascelles Wraxhall, Mr. George Wingrove Cooke, formerly the Times special correspondent in China, and Sir John Lubbock, F.R.S., the father of the President of the Ethnological Society. The mercantile world has sustained a loss in the death of Mr. Drummond, the head of the firm at Charing Cross, and in that of Mr. Richard Thornton, the well known" Dickey" Thornton of Lloyd's. A distinguished party visited the Great Eastern

the other day, on the invitation of the directors of the Atlantic Telegraph Cable Company, to view the cable coiled in the hold of the vessel, previous to her departure, on which occasion it is worthy of note, that the American minister in replying to the toast of "Success to the Cable, (with which his name had been coupled by the Duke of Somerset), stated that he knew peace was the desire of England, that it was equally the desire of the United States, and the American people having just come through the trial of war, were determined to remain at peace, "The Day of Rest" makes its appearance as a monthly serial: the tale of the Hidden Sin" is continued, and we believe that Mr. Friswell is no longer Editor. The Messrs. Routledge have published a cheap edition of Bulwer Lytton's Strange Story" from "All the Year Round;" and Bradbury and Evans have issued in a cheap form Shirley Brooks' "Silver Cord," which appeared originally in "Once a Week," where it was illustrated by John Tenniel. "The Mariner's Compass" has been published by the Messrs. Maxwell as a novel. The second volume of the "Autographic Mirror" is completed; the two volumes if bound in one will not make too cumbrous a volume as far as thickness is concerned; though its size has otherwise been considered awkward, and consequently it makes its appearance on the first of the month reduced to more convenient dimensions, and is to be published weekly at sixpence.

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The library of the late Gilbert Abbott à Beckett has recently been disposed of by Messrs. Sotheby and Wilkinson.

It should be borne in mind that the Royal Academy is now open in the evening, from halfpast seven until half-past ten, at the reduced charge of 6d.

At a conversazione, recently given by the So. ciety of Arts, at the South Kensington Museum, there was a large gathering of celebrities, and the evening was spent very agreeably in listening to the music provided for their entertainment, and, in inspecting the highly-interesting collection of miniatures, now on view at "the boilers," which are an important addition to the many attractions the building contains.

We were present on the first night of Brother Sam, of which the first act was the best; but the other two have been worked up since. Compton is as quaint as usual. We think that the idiosyncracy of Brother Sam need not have been kept up by the actor as the curtain fell; when he appropriated unto himself a bouquet, instead of handing it to Miss Nelly Moore, whose ladylike agreeable performance added considerably to the interest of the piece.

Mr. John E. Owens, the celebrated American comedian, is about to appear at the Adelphi in an eccentric part, in a piece called "The People's Lawyer," which, though it may provide the debutant with a good character, is worthless as a literary composition; and in that it resembles a piece in which the late Mr. Josh Silsbee appeared. "Geraldine," in which cursing was an important element this time on the part of the Father

of "the great tragedienne," was not much of a success. It would seem to have been produced as a stop-gap in lieu of the adaptation of "East Lynne," about the representation of which there appears to have been some misunderstanding. Miss Clara Denvil was by all accounts the sole relief in "Geraldine."

"Twelfth Night," mutilated by Mr. Tom Taylor, we believe, was a sad mistake at the Olympic; and the very notion must have been horrifying to old playgoers. Miss Lydia Foote was surely the exception to the general incapacity by which she was surrounded.

The first act of "One Tree Hill," recently produced at the Strand, was one of the most effective "sets" we ever saw; the performers coming up the hill head foremost, and not walking on at the wing according to the usual method. The acting of Craven and Stoyle was natural and forcible. Fancy "Aladdin" without Clarke, Rogers, and Marie Wilton !

We were taken all over the "little Strand" a week before the burlesque of " Windsor Castle" was produced. We were informed it was not then all written; and we found the accomplished Mr. Charles Fenton hard at work on the scenery. We were surprised at the space behind the stage, in the shape of painting, property, and dressing-rooms, and at the ample accommodation for the actors. A new pit-entrance

has been made in Surrey-street, which, whilst it affords every means of exit, is of great advantage in ventilating the pit in another sense. The music in the new burlesque is all original, which is a step in the right direction, since we think our readers will agree that the "great" Vance has become rather a nuisance with his "Slap bang, here we are again!" and which we hear, wherever we turn, in the mouths of the streetboys and on the organs; but we would fain hope that even "jolly dogs" will have their day at last.

Maddison Morton's last farce, at the St. James's, cannot be pronounced a hit. Young Robson merely gives a mild imitation of his father. It is a pity he should have come to London before his powers were well matured, and it is a greater pity that he should sing "Vilikins and his Dinah," even for benefit purposes.

The last dramatic sensation (immediately following English opera, with songs introduced without why or wherefore), ushering in the "daring" Menken has been the appearance of Miss Lucy Rushton (a lady we remember at the Haymarket) as Rosalind (why not Touchstone?) at Astley's.

We will conclude by remarking that this weather can't last much longer, and that rain must come soon; or never more put faith in YOUR BOHEMIAN,

OUR LIBRARY TABLE.

THE PROVINCE OF REASON IN RELIGION.* By the Rev. J. K. Craig, Oxon, incumbent of St. John Baptist, Burley, New Forest. (London: Simpkin, Marshall, and Co.)-This is a poem of a most remarkable character. The soundness of its logic, the deep erudition and varied attainments displayed in its allusions, and the piety of its sentiments, alike mark its originality and its claim to notice. The poem is in ten sections, and is written in a metre which is most difficult to write well. The intricate stanzas of some of the Elizabethan poets, appear to have served as the author's model, and like those poets he has most successfully met the exigencies of rhyme and argument. The first section demonstrates the agreement of reason and religion in proving the formation of the world by a Divine Architect. The line, "Consummate skill this glorious universe hath planned,"

is the keynote of this section. And, in the demonstration of Nature's evidence of her Creator, we come on this stanza-

"Creation be thy primer truth unto,

It is a full one; read it night and morn. The bending flow'r, of every form and hue; The huge oak, product from the cupped acorn; The Editor accepts the merits of this poem upon the udgment of a valued contributor.

The creatures in the sea;
Two hundred-thousand kinds of plant
This earthly sphere's bright face adorn,
And doubly fold-fly, beetle, ant,

Are in their blooms and foliage born,

While o'er its thousand hills all behemoth run free:', which has a poetical condensation in it worthy of high praise. The finish of this section is the illustration that as the mind, dwelling on the works of the classic philosophers, fills with admiration of the writers; so the human intellect, musing on the works of Nature, fills with awe and love in its memory of Nature's Author and Creator. The second section proves the unity of the Deity, and shews that

"ALL ages unity confess," as seen from the Mahometan Koran, the Jewish Targums, and the Eastern Shasters. The third and fourth sections discourse of the Divine Law and of the Divinity, taking the form of mortality, and speak with due awe and gratitude of this last great mystery. The fifth section treats of the Biblical Truth, and is a logical and successful answer to the "Essayists and Reviewers," also in one stanza deservedly disposing of Rènan. From this section we make the following quotation :

"I think the secret of true peace of mind
In heavenly testimony, is to see
The proper mean between submission blind
And oral, visual, sensual, certainty.

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"For that last change prepare: it cometh not
Of trivial need: a burning universe
Must have most grave occasion: every spot
Or taint of ill in it, or cause of curse,
Its end is to destroy.

Clean must the heart be that would have,
In sin-unsullied worlds, its lot,
Let a concluding section crave

Chief notice while its verse in what A right preparing is its fairest aims employ." The ninth section treats of the graces that befit the Christian character. In words of poetry and vigour the author descants on those virtues and holinesses which most aid the soul to look calmly on futurity. The tenth section sums the spirit of the poem, and in especial treats of holiness of spirit and life. The poem concludes with the stanzas

"Life's journey through, assuring confidence

Shall banish fears of death, rich goodness this
And in that conflict's worse Beneficence
Supreme shall dread dispel and views of bliss,
In visions bright portray,
Yet shall that bliss thereafter prove
Such as no feebleness of sense
Could compass until death remove

The hind'ring dimness, and far hence
To things unseen, unheard, unreach'd in thought

convey.

"All hail the end! whate'er it be, all hail!

All thanks for gifts innumerous the while!
All praise for all we know while yet a vail
The Perfect hides! all penitence that vile
Blind-hearted such our sight
The day of earth shall one day set,
And though already oft beguile
Its lowest hours bright forethought yet
Its eventide the sweetest smile

Shall wear because it shines with everlasting light."
We have seldom met with so vigorous a poem
in its condensation of thought, or so richly-
dowered a book in its varied and learned allu-
sion. We can earnestly recommend its perusal
to all who desire to study a reverent commentary
on the most solemn truths.
W. R.

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We must notice the production of the new Clara Denvil plays the sister well. Mr. Bate. tragedy, "Geraldine," at man, as a Welsh harper, gains applause. At

THE ADELPHI.

In it a beautiful heiress, in the absence of her bethrothed, becomes a hunchback. She dreads meeting her lover's eyes, and offers to annul the marriage contract. Her lover refuses, and the wedding takes place. A plotting priest persuades the wife that her sister is loved by her husband. This belief is encouraged by the knowledge of her own deformity and her sister's beauty. She resolves to murder her sister, but relents; and commits suicide. The play seems to be generally pronounced heavy, though it affords scope for Miss Bateman's fine acting as the heroine. Miss

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THE LADIES' PAGE.

D'OYLEY, IN CROCHET.

MATERIALS.-Boar's Head Crochet Cotton, No. 24, of Messrs. Walter Evans and Co., Derby.

12 c join in a round.

1st round.-24 d in the round.

2nd.-4 d on 4 ds of the last round, 10 c, 1 d into the same stitch as the 4th d; repeat 5 times

more.

3rd.-3 d on the 1st 3 ds of last round, miss 1 (7 d, 2 c, 7 d) in the loop of 10 c, miss 1, X repeat 5 times more.

4th.-1s on the 2nd d of last round, 2 c, miss 1, 1 s on the next, X 3 c, miss 1, 1 s on the next, repeat twice more from X, 3 c, miss 1, 1s in the 2 c at the point, 4 c, 1 s in the same 2 c, x 3 c, miss 1, 18 in the next, repeat 3 times more from × 2 c, miss 1, repeat 5 times

more.

This finishes the star in the centre.

5th.-1d in the 1st point of the star, 17 c, x 1 d in the next point, 1 7 c; repeat from X 4 times more.

6th.-1 d in each c of the last round. 7th.-6 c, x miss 2, 1 1 into the next; 3 c repeat all round from X.

8th.-1 d into each stitch of the last round. 9th.-6 d on 6 ds of last round, 10 c, join in a round, 19 d into the round; join first and last d of the round; repeat all round, joining 3rd d of the eyelet you are making to the 15th d of the last eyelet; join the first and last eyelet with a needle and thread.

10th.-1 d, x in the 10th stitch of the 1st eyelet, 8 c, 1 d in the 10th stitch of the next eyelet; repeat all round.

11th.-1 d in each stitch of last round. 12 h.-Like the 11th.

13th.-5 c, X miss 2, 11, 2 c; repeat all round from X.

14th.-1 d in each stitch of last round.

15th. For the flower: 7 c, join in a round 1st round of the flower, 12 d in the round; 2nd round, 2 d on 2 ds of last round, 6 c, 1d in the same stitch as the 2nd d; repeat five times more; 3rd round, 1 d on the 1st d, miss 1 (6 d, 1 c, join to d of the 14th round of the D'Oyley, 1 c, 6 d) in the loop of 6 c; repeat 5 times more, joining the point of the 2nd petal to the 8th d (from the point of 1st petal of the flower) of the 14th round; repeat these flowers all round, leaving 6 d between each, and joining the third petal of the flower you are making to the 6th petal of the last.

16th.-1s on the point of the 4th petal of the first flower, 8 c, 1 s on the point of the 5th petal of the same flower, 11 c, 1 s on the 4th petal of the next flower; repeat all round from X. 17th.-1 d in each stitch of last round.

18th.-5 c, X miss 2, 11, 2 c; repeat all round from X.

19th.-6 d in 6 stitches of last round, 10 c join in a round, 10 d in the round, 10 c join in a round, 18 d in the round, join the first and last d, 8 more d in 1st round, join the first and last d, 6 d on 6 stitches of the last round, 10 c, join in a round, 3d in the round, join to the 4th d of the first eyelet, 5 more d in the same round, join to the 16th d of the 2nd eyelet, 10 more d in the same round, join first and last d; repeat all round, joining the 3rd d of the eyelet you are making to the 4th d of the last eyelet.

CROCHET FLOWERS.-HEARTSEASE.

Five petals are required for each flower, with a wire in the edge.

VIOLET PETALS.-Make a chain of seven stitches, with a deep shade of violet Berlin wool, split; break off the wool after fastening it at the last loop; make a loop on the crochet needle with the same wool, and work a long stitch in each stitch of the chain, putting three stitches in the top loop, and working the second side as the first; fasten the wool at the last stitch, break it off, twist the wires together, and cut off one of them. This completes one petal. Another must be worked exactly like it. These petals form the back of the flower. The yellow petals require to be made of different sizes-one large and two small.

LARGE YELLOW PETAL.-Make a chain of seven stitches in violet wool, not split, or in a deep shade of yellow; break off the wool, make

a loop on the crochet needle with yellow wool, split; work two stitches in double crochet on the first two loops of the chain, then work eleven long stitches, putting three stitches in the top loop, and two stitches of double crochet in the last two loops, as at the beginning. The next row must be worked in double crochet, one stitch in each loop, with a lighter shade of yellow.

For the small yellow petals, make a chain of six stitches, as the last, and work round the chain; the first and last stitches in double crochet, and all the others in long stitches, still putting three stitches in the top loop; fasten the five petals together by twisting the wires, and cover the stem with a light shade of green wool, split-crossing it first in the centre of the flower, to form the heart.

LEAF.The leaves require a chain of 9 stitches for each, in rather alight, but pretty shade of green

wool, not split; fasten off the wool, and, with a darker shade of colour, also unsplit, work a long stitch in last loop, with three stitches in the top loop. A wire must be worked in the edge of each, leaving a small bit at the end for a stalk.

A pretty little bud may be made, by cutting five or six bits of yellow split wool, and three or four bits of violet, about an inch long; place them all across a wire, which must then be turned down, and twisted very tightly; fold down the ends of the wool, and fasten them about a quarter of an inch down the wire, by twisting some green split wool round, cut off the ends of wool, and cover the stem in the same way. By twisting the bud a little you will give it a variegated appearance.

THE CONFEDERATE EXILE.

The wrath that makes men wolves. And still the

hour

May come for retribution. But till then She can but slowly gather up her power, And for her women's mem'ries arm her men.

O! my Virginia! O! my Southern Queen!
In spite of hate and greed and cunning lie,
And slander's foul speech-thou, as thou hast been,
Shall be remembered as the years go by,
With honour for thy deeds; thy hero-band
Of chieftains shall achieve their just renown,
Thy army, warring only for its land,

Shall gain the truth that sweeps all falsehood down.

Thou hast been conquered. But the wreath is thine,
Since thou hast so resisted; aye, and crushed
Thy mighty foe, who now, with every sign

Of joy, o'er-rides thee with new conquest flushed.
Wait, wait, O! patria. In the deep of time
There may be consolation left for thee,

Such as shall well befit the noble clime
That whate'er lost has yet retained a LEE.

BY WILLIAM READE.

O! my Virginia, thou art fallen low

Beneath the victor's heavy, heavy hand; Seldom have nations reeled beneath a blow Equal to thy fate, loved and bleeding land! The Northern flags are flaunting in thy face, The Northern tents are covering thy soil, The Northern guns have swept away thy race, The Northern legions swoop upon their spoil.

Yet the four years just past may swell thy pride, For thou hast drawn the eyes of all the world, Beholding how, as all thy heroes died,

The Northern arms were fiercely backward hurled. Beholding how, with foes as ten to one,

Shut in from aid and under Famine's wing, Such deeds of gallantry thy sons have done As to their memory shall for ever cling.

O! my Virginia, vain thy children's blood,
Though poured like water cheerily and free;
In vain the courage that all odds withstood,
In vain the genius and the heart of LEE,
In vain the chivalry that never stained

Its name with Northern outrage-or the roll Of deeds of fire, and passions worst unchainedA list of wrongs that harrow up the soul!

Yet, my Virginia, one thing wert thou spared,
Thy sister Carolina's awful woe;
Worse than full battle-fields. And she despaired
More, than had streams of blood been doomed to
flow

Throughout her fruitful lands, for she hath seen
Her fairest doomed by hundreds to the fate-
Far worse than death; and by it she hath been
Taught even more than thou-unswerving hate

Of Northern despots. Yet, alas! she weeps
In unavailing sorrow o'er her wrongs;
To them there clings the woe that never sleeps:
They "turn the blood to flame." To them belongs

DREAMING.

BY CHARLES KENDAL.

There is a white spot in each mortal's life,
Which ever, by God's mercy, spreads itself
O'er the black mist that hides the dread to be,
And brightens all the prospect for the nonce;
Some sweet and pleasurable memory,
That shines out, like the sun in winter skies,
In that most dull and unenlightened blank,
That stands for living with so many a man.
And what a fairyland of dear delight
Do we construct upon so frail a base!
A palace of enchantment, ever new,
That, tottering ever builds itself again,

And spreads long vistas of bright-glimmering hope
Before our aching eyes, till we are fain
To banish every lingering of gloom
And give ourselves up to the magic haze
Of dream-born fancies, that does veil us in
From all the caring miseries without.
How should we sadly, wearily plod on
In one eternal, hopeless round of toil,
(That in itself has no such noble aims
As to allay the thirst for better things,
Which is the portion of all ardent souls)
If we were not sustained by such delight!
It is a heaven-gift to men, this power

Of weaving round the bare, rough cliffs of life
An iris-tinted web of phantasy;

And as such is most freely given to all,
Who are not lost beyond all power to save.
By this, above all other of his means,
Does God vouchsafe to our most gross, dull eyes
Some faint celestial glimpses, now and then,
When, momently unloading all our cares,
Like Mahmoud's coffin in the Arab mosque,
That hovers, weirdly, betwixt heaven and earth,
We hang suspended on the wings of dreams,
Between past memories and future hopes.

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