the poet's mind to be as clear as if it had flowed over the sands of Pactolus. But most waters show the color of the soil through which they had to force their passage; this is the case with Elli: ott, and with Thom, of whose writings we shall soon give some notice.

Prince is an unique, as we sometimes find a noble Bayard, born of a worldly statesman-a sweet shepherdess or nun, of a heartless woman of fashion. Such characters are the direct gift of Heaven, and symbolize nothing in what is now called Society.

THE CHILD OF THE ISLANDS: By the Hon. Mrs. NORTON. •London: Chapman and Hull. 1815.

HOURS WITH THE MUSES: By JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE. Second Edition. London. Simpkin, Marshall & Co. 1841.

THE Hon. Mrs. Norton and Prince, "a reed-maker for weav. ers," meet upon a common theme-the existing miseries and pos sible relief of that most wretched body, England's poor: most wretched of the world's sufferers in being worse mocked by pretensions of freedom and glory, most wretched in having minds more awakened to feel their wretchedness.

Mrs. Norton and Prince meet on the same ground, but in strongly contrasted garb and expression, as might be expected from the opposite quarters from which they come. Prince taker this truly noble motto:

"Knowledge and Truth and Virtue were his theme,

And lofty hopes of Liberty divine.”—Shelley.

Mrs. Norton prefaces a poem on a subject of such sorrowful earnestness, and in which she calls the future sovereign of a groaning land to thought upon his duties, with this weak wish couched in the verse of Moore : ·

•As, half in shade and half in sun,

This world along its course advances, May that side the sun's upon

Be all that shall ever meet thy glances."

Thus unconsciously showing her state of mind. It is a very dif ferent wish that a good friend, let alone' a good angel, would proffer to the Prince of Wales at this moment. Shame indeed will it be for him if he does wish to stand in the sun, while the millions that he ought to spend all his blood to benefit are shivering in the cold and dark. The position of the heirs of fortune in that country, under present circumstances, is one of dread, which to a noble soul would bring almost the anguish of cruci fixion. How can they enjoy one moment in peace the benefit of their possessions? And how can they give them up, and be sure it will be any benefit to others? The causes of ill seern so deeply rooted in the public economy of England, that, if ali her rich men were to sell all they have and give to the poor, it would yield but a temporary relief. Yea! all those heaped-up gems, the Court array of England's beauty; the immense treasures of art, enough to arouse old Greece from her grave; the stately parks, full of dewy glades and bosky dells, haunted by the stately deer and still more thickly by exquisite memories; the enormous wealth of episcopal palaces, might all be given up for the good of the people at large, u not relieve their sufferings ten years. It is not merely that sense of right usually dignified by the name of generosity that is wanted, but wisdom-a deeper wisdom by far as to the conduct of national affairs than the world has ever yet known. It is not enough now for prince or noble to be awakened to good dispositions. Let him not hope at once to be able to do good with the best dispositions; things have got too far from health and simplicity for that; the return must be tedious, and whoever sets out on that path must resign himself to be a patient student with a painfully studying world for his com.

panion. In work he can for a long time hope no shining results; he miners dig in the dark as yet for the ransom of the suffering illion.

Hard is the problem for the whole civilized world at present, hard for bankrupt Europe, hard for endangered America. Wo say bankrupt Europe, for surely nations are so who have not known how to secure peace, education, or even bodily sustenance for the people at large. The lightest lore of fairy tale is wise enough to show that such nations must be considered bankrupt, notwithstanding the accumulation of wealth, the development of resources, the prodigies of genius and science they have to boast. Some successes have been achieved, but at what a price of blood and tears, of error and of crime!

And, in this hard school-time, hardest must be the lot of him who has outward advantages above the rest, and yet is at all awakened to the wants of all. Has he mind? how shall he learn? time-how employ it means-where apply them? The poor little "trapper," kept in the dark at his automaton task twelve hours a day, has an easy and happy life before him, compared with the prince on the throne, if that prince possesses a conscience that can be roused, a mind that can be developed.

The position of such a prince is indicated in the following extract which we take from the Schnellpost. Laube says in his late work, called "Three royal cities of the North," "King Oscar still lives in the second story of the castle at Stockholm, where he lived when he was crowned prince. He was out, and his dressing gown thrown upon an elbow chair before the writing table: all was open, showing how he was occupied. I found among the books, that seemed in present use, many in German, among them the "Staats Lexicon," "Julius upon Prisons," "Rotteck's History of the World." It is well known that King Oscar is especially interested in studies for the advantage of the most unhappy classes of citizens, the poor and the prisoners, and

His apartment show No fine library full ་

has, himself, written upon the subject. domestic habits like those of a writer. books left to accumulate dust, but what he wants, chosen wi judgment, ready for use around him. A hundred little thin showed what should be the modern kingly character, at home the intellectual life of our time, earnest for a general cultur Every thing in his simple arrangements showed the manly dem cratic prince. He is up, early and late, attending with zealo conscientiousness to the duties of his office."

Such a life should England's prince live, and then he would only one of the many virtuous seekers, with a better chance to ty experiments. The genius of the time is working through myriad organs, speaking through myriad mouths, but condescends chiefly to men of low estate. She is spelling a new and sublime spell; its first word we know is brotherhood, but that must be well pronounced and learnt by heart before we shall hear another so clearly. One thing is obvious, we must cease to worship princes even genius. The greatest geniuses will in this day rank themselves the chief servants only. It is not even the most exquisite, the hig est, but rather the largest and deepest experience that can serv The Prince of Wales, like his poetess, will not be so able a servant on account of the privileges she so gracefully enumerates and cannot persuade herself are not blessings. But they will keep him, as they have kept her, further from the truth and knowledge wanted than he would have been in a less sheltered position.

us.

Yet we sympathize with Mrs. Norton in her appeal. Every boy should be a young prince; since it is not so, in the present distorted state of society, it is natural to select some one cherished object as the heir to our hopes. Children become the angels of a better future to all who attain middle age without losing from the breast that chief jewel, the idea of what man and life should be. They must do what we hoped to do, but find time, strength,

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perhaps even spirit, failing. They show not yet their limitations; their eyes shines an infinite hope; we can imagine it realized 1 their lives, and this consoles us for the deficiencies in our own, or the soul, though demanding the beautiful and good every here, can yet be consoled if it is found some where. 'Tis an Jusion to look for it in these children more than in ourselves, but it is one we seem to need, being the second strain of the muic that cheers our fatiguing march through this part of the scene f life.

There was a good deal of prestige about Queen Victoria's oming to the throne. She was young, "and had what in a princess might be styled beauty." She wept lest she should not reign wisely, and that seemed as if she might. Many hoped she might prove another Elizabeth, with more heart, using the privi leges of the woman, her high feeling, sympathy, tact and quick penetration in unison with, and as corrective of, the advice of exertenced statesmen. We hoped she would be a mother to the untry. But she has given no signs of distinguished character; er walk seems a private one. She is a fashionable lady and e mother of a family. We hope she may prove the mother of a good prince, but it will not do to wait for him; the present generation must do all it can. If he does no harm, it is more than is reasonable to expect from a prince--does no harm and is the keystone to keep the social arch from falling into ruins till the time be ripe to construct a better in its stead.

Mrs. Norton, addressing herself to the Child of the Islands, goes through the circling seasons of the year and finds plenty of topics in their changes to subserve her main aim. This is to awaken the rich to their duty. And, though the traces of her education are visible, and weak prejudices linger among newly awakened thoughts, yet, on the whole, she shows a just sense of the relationship betwixt man and man, and musically doth she proclaim her creed in the lines beginning

The stamps of imperfection rests on all Our human intellect has power to plan.

After an eloquent enumeration of the difficulties that beset our path and our faith, she concludes

-Lo! out of chaos was the world first called,
And Order out of blank Disorder came,
The feebly-toiling heart that shrinks appalled,
In dangers weak, in difficulties tame,
Hath lost the spark of that creative flamo
Dimly permitted still on carth to burn,

Working out slowly Order's perfect frame;
Distributed to those whose souls can learn,

As labourers under God, His task-work to discern.

"To discern," ay! that is what is needed. Only these "la-1 bourers under God" have that clearness of mind that is needed, and though in the present time they walk as men in a subterranean passage where the lamp sheds its light only a little way onward, yet that light suffices to keep their feet from stumbling while they seek an outlet to the blessed day.

The above presents a fair specimen of the poem. As poetry it is inferior to her earlier verses, where, without pretension to much thought, or commanding view, Mrs. Norton expressed simply the feelings of the girl and the woman. Willis has described them well in one of the most touching of his poems, as being a tale

-"of feelings which in me are cold,

But ah! with what a passionate sweetness told!"

The best passages in the present poem are personal, as where a mother's feelings are expressed in speaking of infants and young children, recollections of a Scotch Autumn, and the description of the imprisoned gipsey.*

• This extract was inserted in the original notice, but must be omitted here for want of room.