NOVEMBER. "THE human mortals want their winter here." -Midsummer Night's Dream. WILL the leaves never fall? These rotting remnants of a long-past spring; Will the frost never come? The kindly frost that, with its healthful sting, ON HEARING A LARK SING. A-WAND RING, Wrapt in thought, one day, I heard a lark, beseeming gay, I gazed, I earnest gazed on high, Emblem of Christian faith thou art, And gazing up where all is fair, In sooth my soul was cheered: And I shall in the future time When by a bird to Heaven's clime, SOME may remember the lines of John Leyden "To an Indian Gold Coin," written as he lay dying in India, whither he had gone to make his fortune. "Sweet visions haunt my waking dreams Where loves of youth and friendship smiled Uncursed by thee, vile yellow slave! Fade, day-dreams sweet, from memory fade! The perished bliss of youth's first prime, That once so bright on fancy played, Revives no more in after time. Far from my sacred natal clime I haste to an untimely grave; The daring thoughts that soared sublime Slave of the mine, thy yellow light My lonely widowed heart to cheer: For thee, for thee, vile yellow slave, I crossed the tedious ocean wave, TRODDEN FLOWERS. THERE are some hearts, that, like the loving vine, Cling to unkindly rocks and ruined towers, Spirits that suffer and do not repine Patient and sweet as lowly trodden flowers That from the passers' heel arise, And bring back odorous breath instead of sighs. But there are other hearts that will not feel The lonely love that haunts their eyes and ears; That wound fond faith with anger worse than steel; And out of pity's spring draw idle tears. O Nature! shall it ever be thy will Ill things with good to mingle, good with ill? Why should the heavy foot of sorrow press The willing heart of uncomplaining loveMeet charity that shrinks not from distress, Gentleness, loth her tyrants to reprove? Though virtue weep forever and lament, Will one hard heart turn to her and relent? Why should the reed be broken that will bend; And they that dry the tears in others' eyes, Feel their own anguish swelling without end, Their summer darkened with the smoke of DREAMS OF THE PAST. As we wandered alone where the moonlight reposes, And the wind o'er the ripple is tuneful and sweet, When the stars glitter out as the day flower closes, And the night-bird and dew-drop are all that we meet; Oh! then, when the warm flush of thought is unsealing The bonds that a cold world too often keeps fast, We shall find that the deepest and dearest of feeling Is pouring its tide in a dream of the past. Oh! who shall have travelled through life's misty morning, Forgetting all way-marks that rose on their track? Though the things we loved then had maturity's scorning, Though we cast them behind, yet we like to look back. Though the present may charm us with magical numbers, And lull the rapt spirit, entrancing it fast, Yet 'tis rarely the heart is so sound in its slumbers, As to rest without mingling some dream the past. AN ATHENIAN STORY. IN Athens, ere its sun of fame had set, Intent forever upon something new, of, Not so the Spartan youth, whose simple school Then came the sentence of reproof and praise, "The Athenians learn their duty well, but lo! In God's own book; the word that came from heaven Where there's most of faith and loving, And there's least of doubt and strife; Ever, ever, ever, ever Settling by Time's azure river, There are four little turf-covered mounds in a row, Near the gray south wall, where the violets blow, In the churchyard corner green. Four vacant seats at our fireside, Where the rarest gems of truth from richer Of the little children heaven denied, realms have drifted; Thus do we. Valiant brothers, starward wandering, Who see death forever o'er them- We will hold this side the river, They may rear their gloomy gods upon the other and adore them But not we. Jovial brothers, tombward treading, On this rocky thirsty road Where the bitter streams are shedding?— While there glows a sweeter flood?-- Ha ha ha!-oh never, never! Ours the grape tree of life's river; That "are not "-yet have been. No pattering footsteps fall on our ear, To the loving parent's heart; Thy spirit holy and calm and true, And the starved soul seeketh rest. There are dark spots, love, on the bright, bright sun; Well, well, it must be so-and I for one For we could not joy in the blessed light They may tread the vale of shadow, quaffing "The battle" may not be "to the strong," draughts of upas wine But not we. BY OUR HEARTH. DRAW close to the fire, my own true wife: Of my little world the sun. A crust, my girl, may be hard to gain, Than if it be eaten by one. We have seen some troubles, and it may be Nay, never heed me-it is not grief: (Sometimes the weak may help them along), But if on our chosen way, We can hand in hand together go, What care we if all the world should know That it is not always day? -ASTLEY H. BALDWIN, Fraser's. In her soft and trembling accents "And she said, for me my Saviour Washed a robe all white from sin: So that, torn and soiled and bleeding, Even I might entrance win: But the dark night gave no answer Bade the child not linger there. On she wandered, no one caring Where she dragged her weary feet, All along the stony roadside Through the city's crowded street, Where perchance strange words of kindness The forsaken child would greet. But too late all earthly comfort; Swiftly to that happy shore, There all care and grief forgotten, If the way was rough and toilsome, In the arms of Jesus blest! SONG FOR THE NEW YEAR. OLD Time has turned another page Of eternity and truth; He reads with a warning voice to age, What the bosom and brain have learnt? Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year, We may have seen some loved ones pass We may miss the glow of an honest brow There's a better world beyond the skies, BRIEF LITERARY NOTICES. Le Rámáyana, Poème Sanscrit de Valmiki ; traduit en Français par H. FAUCHE. Paris: Lacroix. M. Hippolyte Fauche is not only one of the best Sanscrit scholars of the present day, but is also a man of indomitable energy and of extraordinary devotion to the cause of learning. What publishers, even the most enthusiastic, would venture on giving to the world a poem like the Mahábhárata, which, when finished, will comprise no less than fifteen octavo volumes? Yet the enterprise which no bookseller would be bold enough to attempt, M. Fauche has begun on his own responsibility. There are still, he thinks, Frenchmen capable of making pecuniary sacrifices for the cause of Oriental literature, and, even among the vast majority of those who know nothing whatever about Sanscrit or Brahminical traditions, many may be induced to support an undertaking which is at all events disinterested. In the meanwhile, M. Fauche presents us with a couple of duodecimos containing a French version of the Rámáyana. This poem, though of considerable length, does not reach to the proportions of the Mahabharata, and readers who may be deterred by the 100,000 glokás of the latter may nevertheless wish to make acquaintance with the epics of the Hindús, and therefore gather up courage for the purpose of mastering the beauties of the former. M. Fauche's translation is excellent, being alike accurate and elegant, and it would be difficult for the uninitiated to select a better guide in their study of the Rámáyana; but we think that a preface, some notes, and a copious index were absolutely indispensable in a work of this character, and we regret that M. Fauche should not have added them. Very probably this would have entailed the publication of a third volume, but we think that few would grudge the extra expense required to render the perusal of the Rámáyana both interesting and profitable. We cannot admit that the very meagre index which terminates the fourth volume is of any real use, and surely, if the cheapest school editions of the Greek and Latin classics are not deemed complete without some kind of critical Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year, apparatus, be it ever so concise, such aids are While the holly gleams above us; With a pardon for the foes who hate, And a prayer for those who love us. doubly necessary in the case of a work like Valmiki's epic. We hope M. Fauche may be induced to publish a supplement of elucidations and notes, which would, we are certain, be most favor- Dr. Vaughan's was a very happy, a truly philoably received.-Saturday Review, sophic idea, which he has well worked out through three fourths of its scope. We regret to find that he has virtually abandoned the thought of working out the last, and in many respects, the most interesting, though possibly not, for the present image, the most important portion of his plan. He has explained and illustrated the Revolutions of Race; he has traced and exhibited the Revolu tions in Religion; he has well set forth the causes and history of the great Revolutions in Government, synchronizing with the Stuart period; but he has very scantily sketched the Revolutions in Social Power, embracing the progress of toleration since 1688, the expansion of the constitution during the same period, the development of our national industry, the founding of our colonial empire, and the later growth of our intellectual, moral, and social life. In our notice of the second volume of this work, we expressed our opinion that "this last section of revolutions, if it is to be treated effectively, must occupy as many volumes as all the preceding history." We are proportionately disappointed to find that it actually takes up but seventy-eight pages in this largetyped volume of six hundred and forty-two pages. The foregoing five hundred and sixty-four pages contain the history of the great era of Le Spiritualisme dans l'Art. Par CHARLES LEVEQUE. Paris: Baillière. M. Charles Lévêque, author of an excellent work on aesthetics, and Professor of Philosophy at the Collége de France, has discussed, in a few eloquent pages, the portant question of spiritualism with reference to works of art. His introduction, written for the purpose of vindicating the place of aesthetic science in the general scheme of philosophy, is a very lucid and correct demarkation of the realms of metaphysics. It shows, moreover, that for many readers æsthetics has proved the guide and the preparation to more abstruse topics. As there is a science of what is right, what is true, and what is useful, so there is a science of what is beautiful, which is not a whit inferior in importance to the others. The three chapters which compose the volume treat respectively of spiritualism in sculpture, of the same subject as illustrated in a sketch of the French artist Simart, and of spiritualism in painting, exemplified by the pictures of Nicolas Poussin. An inaugural address delivered at the College de France forms the appendix, and treats of the Platonist origin of aesthetics.-Saturday Review. Revolutions in Government" which began with the struggles between Parliamentarians and Royalists under Charles I., and ended with the revolution of 1688. As containing the well-considered and wellwritten views of a learned, intelligent, and liberal Nonconformist, respecting the political aspects of Puritan and Nonconformist controversy. this work possesses a special value, and must take a high and standard place. Dr. Vaughan has been a devoted student of history for something like half a century; few men are better informed as to the history of our own country. His views are ripe and comprehensive, and have been matured in intercourse with men of large culture and large minds. He gives us here his settled conclusions respecting the period when the principles of religious liberty were settled. Few studies of history can be better worth the attention of the statesman or philosopher. Here and there, however, we observe something like reserve. In his estimate of Cromwell's character he seems to have stood in some fear of expressing a critical and adequate judgment; fear, we apprehend, quite as much of not fully satisfying Cromwell's indiscriminating partisans as of provoking the criticism of the contrary party. We much prefer the manner in which Henry Rogers deals with the case and character of Cromwell in his Life of John Howe.-London Quarterly. The Epochs of Painting. By R. N. WORNUM, Keeper and Secretary, National Gallery. London: Chapman & Hall. This meritorious work bears witness to uncommon research and labor, but the plan on which it is constructed is one, as it appears to us, involving difficulties that could hardly be conquered. Mr. Wornum has attempted, for the whole range of painting, from Egypt to modern England, what Kugler's two well-known volumes attempt in regard to a portion of the Italian school. He has aimed at giving a catalogue raisonné of all known artists of any kind of merit or celebrity, including a sketch of their lives, notices of their chief works, and an indication of their place in the world of art; and, at the same time, he has endeavored to set forth those wider generalizations of the whole spirit and method of each school which shall embrace the individuals described. .The book is at once to be a dictionary of art and a philosophy of art. So far as the leading biographical facts are concerned, we think it deserves considerable credit. Of course, in so vast a field, a large proportion of the details must be due to Mr. Wornum's predecessors. But he has obviously taken great pains; he has used, carefully and judiciously, the excellent materials which the national libraries of art have afforded him; and although here and there we have met with slight inaccuracies in fact, the volume must be regarded as a valuable contribution, on the whole, to the English Etude sur l'Association des Idées, Thèse pour le handbooks of art. The specimens of each masDoctorat. Par P. M. MERVOYER. Paris: Durand. ter contained in our National Gallery have been M. Mervoyer's substantial treatise on the Assocarefully pointed out; and if we are occasionally ciation of Ideas was published as an exercise for amused by the liberal praise bestowed on that the doctor's degree; but it shows a metaphysical really admirable collection, which owes, we believe, no little to the author's intelligent curator- which would reflect credit on one of the veterans acumen, clearness of style, and range of reading ship, we must regard these references to what of science. Our author remarks, in the first they can readily see as peculiarly useful to Eng-place, that the poire he has taken for discussion is one which has only within a comparatively Revolutions in English History. By ROBERT recent time occupied the thoughts of philosoVAUGHAN, D.D. Vol. III. Longmans. 1863. phers. Occasional hints on the subject may, in lish readers. |