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THE SONGS OF LA COLONNA. By M. A. T.
Strong. Bristol : Longman and Co.; Seeley and Burnside, London.
The author says, 'My chief desire is, that the goodness of God towards a weak and sinful creature should be magnified ; and that this book should be a memorial of both past and present mercies. This laudable desire we trust will be fulfilled ; the writer has certainly not lost sight of her avowed object, for the Spirit of devotion breathes throughout the greater number of her songs in a very pleasing man
There is, of course, much inequality to be expected, in a volume of more than five hundred pages; but the feelings expressed are always amiable, feminine, and christian.
THE TIME OF THE END. A Charge delivered
to the Clergy of the Archdeaconry of Ely, at a Visitation held in the Parish Church of St. Michaels, Cambridge, on Tuesday, May 19, 1835, by the Rev. J. H. Browne, M. A. Archdeacon of Ely. Published at the request of the Clergy. Hatchards.
A MANIFEST token for good, so far as this archdeaconry is concerned. The clergy who requested the publication of this Charge, give evidence of a willingness to be roused from that repose which has already endured so long as almost to betray the Church of England into the hands of the Philistines, and to do battle in the Lord's cause. We allude
especially, as does the Archdeacon, to the encroachments of the papal Antichrist; whose success in compelling our dear brethren of the Irish church, as he appropriately expresses it, to "prophesy in sackcloth,” is but now beginning to affect, as it ought long since to have done, the ministers of our
The Charge itself occupies but forty pages, the Appendix seventy. The first gives a concise and we think very scriptural view of those signs that indicate our arrival at the “ time of the end." The latter enters more widely into the field of this just and holy controversy against the ancient enemy of God's truth, exposing its mischievous working in our day, especially since the fatal concession of the legislature in 1829, and not omitting that specious and ruinous plan, by which the progress of scriptural education in Ireland has been arrested, so far as man could prevail to arrest the work of God, and a notable device of Satan substituted for it.
We do not presume to suppose that the more lordly sex can be influenced by our humble remarks and recommendations : but we will suggest to our Christian ladies that, when they desire the opportunity of offering a little gift to their spiritual pastors and clerical friends, this Charge of the faithful and zealous Archdeacon of Ely, would form a very appropriate, and might prove a very valuable present.
The calm that succeeds a state of high mental excitement is not, to me, like sunshine after a storm : it rather resembles the subdued agitation of the mighty main, which, when every cloud has disappeared from the sky, leaving only the quiet shades of twilight to creep with leisurely pace over the scene, continues to heave its dark billows with troubled perturbation, as if regretting that they might no longer foam, and dash, and roar against the canopy of heaven. Of course, I do not here speak of excitement wholly pleasurable ; but of that which includes painful anxiety : such as accompanied the progress of events, through a session of almost unparalleled interest and importance. When I had looked over my uncle's shoulder at the closing speech of his Majesty, I sat down, and with a listless air began, 'Well, sir, what shall we do now?' .• What we did before, girl; watch and pray.'
" It seems so long, uncle, till Parliament shall meet again !'
* Fie upon you, for an incorrigible petticoat politician! You will put half the ladies of the Magazine to the blush for you.'
'I can't help it, dear uncle: nay, I would not, if I could. When all goes smoothly, and the good ship is gliding over tranquil waters, before a favour
ing breeze, one can hardly expect the female passengers to
concern themselves much about the working of the vessel : but when stormy winds arise, when the sky darkens above, and the depths heave below, and the breakers are heard, with 'sullen roar' struggling amid rocks to leeward, it becomes no matter of surprise, if even the ladies look out with inquisitive anxiety, and ask whether the man at the wheel is capable of steering through a dangerous track; whether the crew are readyhanded, true-bearted and firm, and if the captain has his charts unrolled, his mind collected, his 'Here I was fain to leave off. I confess that my uncle's quietude had annoyed me, and that I took up this strain of nautical similitudes, in the hope of rousing the old sailor: but people sometimes raise spirits whom they find it hard to lay again; and before I could nearly finish my tropes, up had jumped my uncle, and was pacing the quarterdeck with a velocity that threatened a wreck which I had not calculated on; namely, that of some geraniums recently boused in my little study, and projecting somewhat too much into his line of operations.
Softly, softly, dear uncle! do stop a minute, or you will run down all my collection. stop, sir! Dear, dear, that ever an old manof-war should condescend to behave so like a Margate steam-boat on the Thames! Take in some canvas, dear uncle, do. There! I thought so: you've knocked down the Princess Victoria, my pretty little red-blossomed geranium. You tiresome old gentleman! I wish you were in the House of Lords : you might exhibit your zeal then, without
being allowed to leap over the benches, and demolish the peers.'
• As for demolishing the peers,' said my uncle, who seemed to have caught only such words as chimed in with his excited feelings, 'I defy them to do it. No, no; the country is not yet sufficiently demoralized, the spirit of old England has not yet so totally evaporated - the word of truth is not so utterly cast behind our backs—as to admit of the outrages on all decency, all constitutional laws, all the requirements of the divine sanction, which these shameless anarchists are openly driving at. The House of Peers demolished, and, forsooth, by Mr. Joseph Hume! Psbaw !--But, my dear child, what were you saying of the young Princess, just now?'
I thought it better to let my uncle's mistake pass unnoticed, as he had paused in his career, waiting my reply. So I said, 'Sit down a while, dear sir, and let us look quietly over the past session, with a view to its influence on the future.'
He complied, with that awakened animated look which always bodes me a nice confab; when, to my utter dismay, in popped some morning visitors. These were succeeded by people on business, who detained my uncle until all hope of renewing our discussion was at an end. He had then to visit town: then Sunday intervened, on which we never talk politics: and it was not until the middle of Monday that in marched my uncle, to take bis accustomed seat in my study. I soon perceived that he was even more animated than when Friday's interruption took place; and the smile with which he drew forth the newspaper, partook of droll consciousness, high indignation and ineffable scorn.