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shift his linen and other garments, and thus result of long and earnest thought-is, that

crery noxious exhalation. But the daily occupation with manual labour is in no way working man, whose linen and clothes are satu incompatible with the highest mental cultivation rated with the damp from his own body, must and refinement; that so far from the exercise of still retain it, and is, moreover, debarred from mechanical employment daily, for a moderate the use of a bath. This is in itself a most fruit. time, being detrimental to the mental powers, ful source of disease. Since linen has been in it has, on the contrary, a decided tendency to common use, the matter is ameliorated; but strengthen them; and that, if those who at present when woollen garments were worn next the skin, serve the public in the capacity of writers were the consequences were most mischievous. In to employ several hours a day in mechanical la. the days of elder Greece, the runners, and bour, their bodily health would be improved, wrestlers, and riders, and drivers at the public and their writings would take a character of games, used the bath, and shifted their gar vigour, startling even to themselves. They ments as soon as their toil was ended.

would find the work-shop a more healthy atmosIn addition to the want of cleanliness, there phere than the drawing-room. There is no reaare other reasons which seem to render personal son, save ignorance, why any thing like degrada. association between the mechanics and the more tion should attach to the character of the workrefined classes of the community incompatible. ing mechanics. There is no reason, save ignoTheir garments are not only coarse but un rance, why they should not have dwellings as sightly, inconvenient, and destitute of all taste. good as those of their employers, as to all the Their food is frequently not of good quality, or purposes of comfort. There is no reason, save if it be, is frequently badly prepared. The qua ignorance, why they should not have refreshing lity of the food of a nation is of as much import baths after their daily toil, and abundant change ance in its effects on the body, as good or bad of comely garments conducive to health. There training in its effects on the mind. Again, the is no reason, save ignorance, why they should not language used by the mechanics is frequently of have abundance of good and well-prepared food $9 coarse a kind, as to destroy the good effect of for the body, and access to books of all kinds for the sterling good sense which may be contained the proper culture of the mind. There is no in it; for people are very prone to receive impres reason, save ignorance, why they should not have sions from externals, without diving beneath the access to theatres, and operas, and lectures surface. But these evils, great as they are, are

of all kinds, and picture and sculpture galleries, by no means necessary evils ; they may be tra and museums, far more imposing than any thing ced, like the majority of the cases of drunken. the world has yet beheld. There is no reason, ness, to the want of a comfortable home, and the save ignorance, why the great body of the work absence of pleasurable and rational excitement | ing people should not possess, in addition to all for the mind. The wretchedness of the dwell. that is necessary for the comfortable maintenance ings of the mechanics begets a habit of reliance of the body, all the pleasures of mental refineupon temporary expedients, and an absence of ment, which are now only within the grasp of all economy. At a far less expense than they at the very rich. There is no reason, save ignopresent incur, good dwellings might be provided rance, why the ruling power of the State should for then, with every convenience for the com not be in their own hands, and all else, save fortable maintenance of their bodies, and the due only the excitements of ostentation and expencultivation of their minds.*

sive sensuality. My conviction--not lightly taken up, but the To conclude, I am watching with attentive ear. • In the Staffordshire Potteries, house-rents are cheap: believing, that I can trace through the whole the

nestness the proceedings of the working classes, and the married workmen of regular habits usually occulpy small houses, instead of living in lodgings. The neat. constant development of improvement; which ness and domestic regularity of these dwellings is remark. might be hastened, and which may be retarded able; yet the men do not earn very bigh wages. I know by their rulers, but which cannot be stopped. no place better adapted for the establishment of cheap libraries for the poor--if the respectable people would

I remain, Sir, very truly yours, permit it.

JUNIUS REDIVIVUS.

KORNER'S LYRE AND SWORD.

TRANSLATED BY W. CHORLEY.

The readers of this Magazine, though they may have had no other of means of information, cannot fail to know, and, once knowing, who can ever cease to remem. ber, the untimely-fallen POET-HERO of Germany, the “ Bard and soldier;" KORNER. Fragments of his noble lyrics have frequently been translated, and have appeared in different periodicals ; but to Mr. Chorley we are deeply indebted for the whole of the Lyre and Sword, which has never before appeared entire in an English dress. Mr. Chorley accompanies his translation with an in.

* Tait's Magazine, original Series. VOL. I.NO, X.

troduction, written in the right fervid spirit, and with a short Life of Korner. But his brief life is best traced in his verse, and it would, besides, be out of place to recur here to what has already appeared in this periodical. The translation of the war-songs, is executed with the true «arnest feeling of one, who, “ born in the land of Hampden, claims near kindred with the soul of Korner." We are precluded from selecting, as specimens of Mr. Chorley's style of translation, the noblest of the lyrics, as i hese are already familiarized to most English readers ; but we shell venture to select a few stanze from fresh pieces less known. Those upon Rauch's bust of the heroic

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MY FATHERLAND.

Louisa, the Queen of Prussia, are, we think, very grace Therefore, we can indeed understand how the first feelings fully executed by the translator. The reader must notice of a German, now looking back upon the noble times of that the bust appears on the monument of the Queen, in Korner, should be bitter enough to render the • Lyre and a medallion, which Korner writes his father, “ is un Sword' almost odious to him. But let him remember speakably lovely, and the strongest likeness of any yet that these songs not the less breathe and foster the only taken."

spirit that can regenerate his country. The soul breath.

ing through all our Poet's life and songs, let the Germans Thou sleep'st so soft! Still life's fair vision o'er,

never cease to worship with love and pride : for it is a Each tranquil feature breathes once more in seeming;

spirit, true, sacred, and eternal; not depending in aught Thy clear mild eyes, just closed in peaceful dreaming,

upon Prussia and Austria, or any change of time and cir. With scarcely folded wings light slumbers cover.

cumstance. Thus alone can all their oppressors, whether Thus slumber on, till thy Land's sons redeeming

foreign or domestic, fall before thein ; and Korner shall God's favour, gladly give life to recover

still have sung and died to free' The Poet's Fatherland.'” Their freedom,when upon each hill bright hover

Said we not well, that Mr. Chorley wrote in the true ferThe beacons, and their rusted swords are gleaming.

vid feeling of poetry and love of freedom, and in the generThrough night and death, deep the land's hosts are driven.

ous spirit of Korner ? In his noble strains the inspiration Thus, through hard fight alone the boon is given,

is God and country, and home and hearth; and we hear That our sons freemen live in Earth and Heaven! When thy land calls on thee, just vengeance taking,

little of either kings or princes. The Queen, Louisa, as the noblest title belonging to her, is termed a

66 German Rise, GERMAN WIFE ! when freedom's morn is breaking; wife.” For the good cause a guardian angel waking!

We must, in proof of what we assert of the source of In a bolder style, and in the true kindling spirit of the

Korner's inspiration, give the original, is rendered

YAGER'S SONG. Where is the Poet's Fatherland ?

Up, up, ye Yagers brisk and free! _Where spirits high were glowing ;

From the walls your carabines hand! Where corn-flowers for the fair were growing ;

The brave men force the world to yield ! Where manly hearts, glad freedom knowing,

Up, on the foe! Up to the field!
Burned for all holy things to stand :

For our German Fatherland!
There was my Fatherland!

From west to north, from south and east,
Which is the Poet's Fatherland ?

Revenge our storm drives o'er; -Now with her children's corpses round her,

From Oder, Weser, Maine's wave-shine, She weeps beneath the foe that bound her;

From the broad Elbe, from Father Rhine, The land o' the oak, you once had found herg

And from the Danube's shore.
Mine own free land! the German land !

Yet met, we all are Brothers true;
That was my Fatherland!

This swells our heart's bold flood ;
No slavish feeling mingled with the noble patriotism

One speech knits close our holy band, of Korner and the devoted youth of Germany, then leagued

One God joins us-One Fatherland, to rescue their Fatherland from the grasp of Napoleon,

One true-souled German blood. to which it had been given up by the imbecility and We have not left our fathers' homes, crouching spirit of their princes. It is thus he pro. By thirst of plunder led : ceeds :

Against an odious tyrant's might, Why weeps the Poet's Fatherland ?

We gladly dare the thickest fight: -Because her people's nobles quaking

For this our blood 's well shed. At a mad wretch's wrath outbreaking,

And you who love us, may He guard, Crouch, all their holy vows forsaking ;

The Lord who Freedom gives !
Because her cries no ear command !

We buy the blessing with our blood-
Thus weeps my Fatherland!

All cheaply won-our highest good !
What will the Poet's Fatherland ?

Even with a thousand lives. - Her foe's slave-host she yet will shatter,

Now, my bold Yagers brisk and free, Will from her soil the blood-hounds scatter ;

Though the loved girl's tears flow, She will have free sons gazing at her,

In the Just war God is our shield !
Or dig them free graves in her land :

Victory or death! Up to the field !
This will my Fatherland!

Up, Brothers! on the foe!
And hopes the Poel's Fatherland ?
-In her just cause she hopes unshaken ;

Our next extract will be best introduced by the tranHopes her true sons will yet awaken;

slator's allusion to the prevalent feeling of Germany at Hopes in Gods vengeance, though forsaken :

the period when those warlike songs were kindling to a This hopes my Fatherland!

purer glow the spirit of the country. “ The youth of

Germany at last arose as one man, to win their freedom Alas for the Poet's Fatherland! “ We can well under or to die. They naturally rallied around the greater stand,” says the liberal translator," why these songs Powers. The eagle of Austria was their banner ; the should now awaken merely bitter and melancholy recol. name of the beautiful and injured Queen of Prussia belections in the countrymen of Korner. With how widely came their watch-word. Mothers freely gave up their different feelings from those expressed in the « Lyre and sons, and the betrothed sent her lover to his country's Sword,' are the sovereigns of Austria and Prussia now war. They mourned for those fallen in this holy cause; deservedly regarded by the Germans! The people of Ger but rather with proud thankfulness that those whom many rallied round their native rulers when subdued by they had lost were not wanting, when life was to be the French, and spent freely to the last, their property given for freedom, than with any deep regretful sorrowand their blood to win back kingdoms to captive kings. ing. When a noble spirit thus possesses even the full How have they been rewarded for this devotion ? No might of woman's affections, and can control the violence intelligent English reader need be told how the holy de of her fear and grief, there will be found few recreants votion of the people to the cause of their country's rulers among the men.” Mr. Chorley might say in one word, was craftily, and by degrees, turned against them ;-how that the same spirit was now abroad in Germany, which, the very confidence they reposed in their native sovereigos, twenty years bygone, had made the raw levies of the when oppression came from abroad, was abused to their French Republic invincible ; and that the same spirit abasement, in the most heartless and treacherous manner. which dictated the Marseillois Hymn, gushed forth in

the indignant reproaches cast by Korner on the cravens, hymn, of his composition, was sung upon this occasion who, amidst their country's danger, consulted only their and the pastor of the village delivered a powerful disown safety and ease.

course to the patriot-soldiers. “ Not an eye remained dry,” says Korner, in writing to his friends.

“ At its The Nation arises-war-storms burst wild

end, he bade each of us take a solemn oath to spare Who sits now hand in lap like a child ?

neither life nor goods, and to meet joyfully either Shame, dastard ! shame on thee, mannikin tender!

victory or death in the cause of mankind, of our Crouching 'midst gossips, 'midst girls o'er the fender.

Fatherland, and of

our holy faith. We swORE! A wretched pale craven art thou for this ;

Then upon this he threw himself upon his knees, No German girl thy lip shall kiss,

and prayed to God for a blessing upon His soldiers. No German song can lend thee bliss,

By God! this was a moment when in every breast, devo. No German wine thy soul's cheer is.

tion, even to death, burned with a flame of fire, when A health with you, Ye comrades true,

all hearts beat 'worthy of heroes ! The military oath,

solemnly pronounced, and repeated by all, and sworn Who your gleaming sabres drew!

over the drawn swords of the officers, and the singing, 'Midst the hottest battle, as close we fought,

"A sure defence shall be our God,' concluded this noble Upon our true lovers and far homes we thought ;

ceremony.While thou, with some mistress all gaily toying,

Mr. Chorley will forgive us if Korner makes us seem Love, such as gold can buy, wast enjoying ;

to forget Korner's English translator. To him his young A wretched, pale craven art thou for this, &c.]

countrymen owe a debt of gratitude for the noble lyrics

and the nobler character with which he has made them acWhen knells our hour, in the fight's hot breath, quainted ; and the lovers of poetry, many acknowledge Then welcome, with joy, blest soldier's death ;

ments for the fidelity and spirit with which he has exe. While thou shalt crouch 'neath silk coverlids lying,

cuted a most acceptable work. To hide thee, and shudder with dread of dying.

We have been limited in the power of selection, as we Thou diest, mean craven, all white with fear; wish to present pieces possessing novelty and freshness to No German girl will shed a tear,

the English readers, and are thus tied up from the finest No German song thy name endear,

compositions of the bard, and consequently the happies No German wine embalm thy bier !

efforts of his translator. We have not ventured upon the A health with you,

“ Sword Song,” which Korner may be said to have died Ye comrades true,

singing—as it was composed on the day he fell ; nor yet Who your gleaming sabres, drew!

on the “ Trooper's Song,” or on “ Lutzow's Wild Chase,"

which is translated, preserving much of the fiery veheThis was the language of the awakened soul of Ger

mence of Korner. As a conclusion, we select a few stan. many ;-what power could withstand its accents ? In the

zas from the “ Wine-Song before Battle.” Many of Kor. same scornful, withering spirit, Korner elsewhere de

ner's lyrics are intended for action as well as music. The nounces the cowardly self-seekers who might be found inspiring “Sword Song” is to be sung during the perforat this period even in his Fatherland.

mance of the sword exercise ; and, at each closing hurrah, Before the enraged Doom-giver,

“the troops" are to clash their swords. The last line of There sinner-crowds kneel down :

each verse in the “ Wine Song" is the literal form of “ Jehovah, Lord ! deliver

words often used by convivial parties in Germany, in My peaceful field alone;

passing round the drinking-cup, at their more solemn fesDestroy the nation wholly,

tivals.
Root out all men that are ;

Fight, thou breakest out!
Be but my life saved solely,

Give the red battle, at meeting,
My child, my house but spare.”

Loud, German-hearted, glad, greeting ; Korner was born in September, 1791. He fell in the

Brother, about ! skirmish at Rosenberg, in August, 1813. His profes

Wine gems the cup ; sion was not that of arms; and he had already risen to

Ere trumpets bray defiance, high distinction in letters. He was surrounded by all that could bless and endear life; and the brightest pros.

With life we drink glad alliance ! pects were before hiin, when, from Vienna, and soon

Brother,—fill up ! after the battle of Aspern, he wrote thus to his father:

Our God will hear " Germany has arisen. The bold-soaring flight of the

Sons of their Fatherland kneeling ; Prussian eagle awakens strong hopes of German freedom

O'er the grave's brink their faith sealing ;in all true hearts. My Art sighs after her Fatherland.

Brother,—you swear! Let me prove a son worthy of her! Now, when I know how far this world's happiness can reach ; now, when all

Hark! war-sounds pass ! the stars of good fortune shine over me, fair and propi.

From love, and from song, glad-hearted : tious; now is it, by my God! a noble spirit which stirs in

Death! not by thee are we parted ! me; now do I give a mighty proof that no offering is

Pledge with another glass. too great for man's greatest blessing—the freedom of his country! Shall I be cowardly content with

Up! hear the war's shout! my lyre, to arouse my conqnering brethren, by sounding

We're woo'd, by the fond trumpet's crying, after them songs of triumph! No! I know what anxi.

Forward ! for, living or dying ! ous fears thou must suffer for me; I know how my

Brother,-drink out! mother will weep ! God comfort her! I cannot spare you this sorrow. That I offer up my life is no great thing;

We hope to see Mr. Chorley's valuable contribution but that this life is twined with all the flower-wreaths to our translated poetry speedily become a favourite of friendship, happiness, and love, and that thus I offer among the youth of Britain. Far are we from desiring it!"- Korner left behind him, in Vienna, his betrothed, to foster the merely military spirit ; but Korner was no and the dear friends he styles his “ Guardian Genii," mercenary soldier. The very same impulse led him forth and joined Lutzow's Free Corps, then just raised, and which guided Wallace, and Tell, and Washington ; nor consisting of the noblest spirits in all Germany. In this is it of distant kindred to that which inspired Hampden band of brothers, one spirit joined the most widely se and Sydney. parated conditions, in the combat for freedom. This It is not a very utilitarian anti-climax, we trust, to corps was solemnly consecrated to the service of Ger say, that this work forms a small neat volume, far many, in the church of Rochau, in Silesia, upon the from being costly, and that Liverpool has the honour of 3d of May, in the year in which Korner fell. A noble being its birth-place.

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LITERARY REGISTER.

THE ANNUALS FOR 1835

FIRST NOTICE.

We shall take these beauties in the order in which rier life, and wears more of the herb called Hearts-ease they appear before us. Would that we had the power of in his bogom than he that is clad in silk and velvet." saying something novel in the way of compliment to the Miss Landon has illustrated a fine view of “ Sassoor pretty toys! Is it an original remark to say, that they are in the Deccan," with some charming verses upon the old become the customary fairings of a refined age; the ele Christmas Observances of England. The thoughts are suggant substitutes for the suits of ribbons, gilt gingerbread, gested by an imaginary Anglo-Indian, gazing on the and Dutch boxes, formerly presented by lovers and scene on a Christmas day of Powers and sunshine. We friends, to friends and lovers ? These old-fashioned fair. select a few of the stanzas. ings, which it should flatter the Annuals to be compared

And yet I pine for England, with, we must devolve, together with Wakes, Ales,

For my own, my distant home; Mayings, to him who has such rare power in drawing

My heart is in that island, beauty from whatever of antique rural custom, imbued

Where'er my steps may roam. with the spirit of a tender humanity and touched with the hues of romance, still lingers among us—to Leigh

It is merry there at Christmas, Hupt.

We have no Christmas here ; In the present season, beyond all comparison, in pictorial

'Tis a weary thing, a summer beauty, elegance, and permanent value as a book of art,

That lasts throughout the year. shines,

I remember how the banners Fisher's Drawing-Room Scrap-Book, with Poeti.

Hung round our ancient hall, cal Illustrations, by L. E. L.

Bound with wreaths of shining holly,

Brave winter's coronal. It unites poetry, music, and picture ; and, the highest merit in art, with novelty of arrangement; and, need we

And above each rusty helmet, say, good taste in literature.

Waved a red and cheering plume, As few of our fair readers can yet have seen this hand.

A branch of crimson berries, some volume, which is indeed scarcely published, we shall

And the Christmas rose in bloom. indulge ourselves, while we hope to gratify them, by lin. gering for a few minutes upon its contents.

And the white and pearly misletoe A new feature, from which we next year anticipate, in

Hung half.concealed o'er head ; the Annuals, all the colours of the rainbow, is a gor

I remember oue sweet maiden geously-coloured frontispiece, representing magnificent

Whose cheek it dyed with red. oriental buildings, Mahommedan and Hindoo, with cha.

The morning waked with carols; racteristic groups of figures. The vignette is the sweetest

A young and joyous band picture we can remember to have seen among the multi

Of small and rosy songsters farious embellishments of the Annuals, since their com.

Came tripping hand in hand ; mencement. It is a little girl with a dog-ETTY's ROVER,--and thus Miss Landon notices it ; though even

And sang beneath our windows, her description, in this instance, falls short of the charm.

Just as the round, red sun ing original :

Began to melt the hoar-frost,
A little Fairy Queen thou art,

And the clear, cold day begun.
And of a Fairy realm,

And at night the aged harper
Without a foe to overthrow,

Played his old tunes o'er and o'cr :
A care to overwhelm.

From sixteen, up to sixty,
Thy world is in thy own glad will,

All were dancing on the floor.
And in each fresh delight;

These were the days of childhood,
And in thy unused heart, which makes

The buoyant, and the bright;
Its own, its golden light.

When hope was life's sweet sovereign,
With no misgivings of the past,

And the heart and step were light.
Thy future with no fear;

The “Orphan Ballad Singers," a very sweet engrav.
The present circles thee around,

ing, draws forth a pretty ballad from Miss Landon, and An angel's atmosphere.

a pleasing, simple melody from Mr. Russell.

To“ The Coquette," not a fashionable, fine lady, but And let the gazer on thy face

a ship so named, driving before a gale, and about to be Grow glad with watching thee,

overwhelmed by the waters which she had lately walked And tetter, kinder:-such, at least,

in sunshine and joy, Miss Landon devotes some of the Its influence on me.

most spirited verses in the volume,-or of her composiFISHER'S SCRAP-Book contains some highly-finished tion in any volume. sulojects from “ The Pilgrim's Progress.” One of the most beautiful of these is the “ Shepherd Boy in the Val

She wore her trappings gaily,

As a lady ought to do ; ley of Humiliation.” Miss Landon has devoted some of her finest lines to this picture; but Bunyan's sim

And the waves, which kissed her daily,

Proud of their mistress grew ; plicity excels her elegance. Here is his Shepherd Boy,

They clung like lovers round her, such as Overbury, or Sir Philip Sydney, or some of the

And bathed her airy feet ; quaint old piose.poets might have described him. “Now

With white foam-wreaths they bound her, as they were going along and talking, they espied a boy feeding his father's sheep. The boy was in very mean

To grace her, and to greet. clothes, but of a fresh and well-favoured countenance ; • Singing, according to Miss Landon's own rural experlence, and as he sat by himself he sang. Then said the guide,

Ivy, and holly, and misletoe, Do you hear him? I dare to say that boy lives a mer

Give me a perny, and let me go.

She cut the blue waves, scorning

Our dull and common land.
To the rosy airs of morning

We saw her sails expand :
How graceful was their drooping,

Ere the winds began to blow ;
While the gay Coquette was stooping,

To her clear, green glass below 1
How gallant was their sweeping,

While they swelled upon the air;
As the winds were in their keeping,

And they knew they were so fair !
A shower of spray before her,

A silvery wake behind,
A cloud of canvass o'er her;

She sprang before the wind.
She was so loved, the fairy,

Like a unistress, or a child;
For she was so trim and airy,

So buoyant, and so wild.
And though so young a rover,

She knew what life could be;
For she had wandered over

Full many a distant sea.
One night;_'twas in September,

A mist arose on highThe rising of the gale, the thunder-burst, the swell, and chafing of the mocking waves, we must omit, though we cannot yet wholly desert the brave Coquette.

Yet bravely did she greet them,

Those jarring winds and waves ;
Ready in scorn to meet them,

They who had been her slaves.
She faced the angry heaven,

Our bold, and fair Coquette ;
Her graceful sides are riven,

But she will brave it yet.

Porter as a comely, demure Canoness ; with a notice that the elder sister claimed glory from having been made lady of a Chapter, (without revenues we suspect,) belonging to some chivalric order, by a German court, at which “ Thaddeus of Warsaw” was admired ; and the younger sister from having her romance of “ The Hungarian Brothers" included in General Moreau's travelling, or camp library—a distinction as great as that which Na. poleon conferred upon Macpherson's Ossian.” A dirty copy of “ Thomson's Seasons," found on the bench of an Ale-house in Wales, led an eminent man to exclaim, 66 This is true fame!” but we daresay many lady-authors would value higher the fiat of the German court, and that of Moreau. Among the portraits there are wellexecuted engravings of Sir James Mackintosh, and of George IV., from original paintings by Lawrence; a good print of Dr. Olinthus Gregory, and an excellent one of what Wilkie the painter (Is he now called Dr. Wilkie?) was, from a painting by Sir W. Beechy. One especial ornament of the volume is a print of Raphael, engraved from a portrait painted by himself. The cos. tume is quaint even for the age--for all painters delight in vagaries,—the beauty verges on effeminacy,---yet the face is the face of an angel.

The portraits give a great value to this beautiful and most desirable volume, which, if not cheapest in nominal price, is by far the cheapest in reality, of any embellished work we have lately seen. It contains, in a royal quarto form, thirty-six plates, all of first-rate excellence, Miss Landon's verse, and is highly enriched in the binding. Heath's Picturesque Annual for 1835.

Scott and Scotland. This we take leave to call the Waverley Annual. The prints, twenty-one in number, are taken from the most celebrated scenes of this country, and the more remarkable events in Scottish history. They are engraved from drawings by Cattermole, and are illustrated by descriptions, written by Mr. Leitch Ritchie,--antiquarian, romantic, poetical, traditionary, and gossiping. The subject of the frontispiece is the Lady Margaret Bellenden, in all her glory, describing, in the hall of Tillie. tudlem, that immortal desjeuner to his gracious Majesty, Charles the Second, of blessed memory. The subjects are always well selected, and in general cleverly executed ; and national feeling gives the work a peculiar value in Scotland,

Friendship's Offering, Places its strength in its literature. It has, however, some good, many pretty, and one or two beautiful pictures. My ain bonny lassie, is a very bonny, and, moreover, a very braw lassie. The Sultan's Daughter is a lady dressed to play such a part in a melo-drama at the Hay Market, and ditto the Brazilian Bride. But then Lucy is an exquisite creature,–Childhood, a playful and engaging picture ; and these beauties, together with the Tuo Kates, and same pretty landscapes, furnish forth the pictorial department very creditably. In litera. ture, FRIENDSHIP'S OFFERING is strong in approved good names. Barry Cornwall, Miss Mitford, Mary Howitt, Sarah Stickney, Charles Whitehead, Mrs. Hall, Delta, Mr. St. John, the author of the Puritan's Grave, and other writers to us unknown, emulate each other in tale and verse. Among our favourite pieces, are the Unwilling Deceiver and the Two Kates.

As a specimen of “ Friendship's Offering," we select the following lines by Barry Cornwall:

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A good view of the town of Manchester is thus illus. trated by Miss Landon's pen.

Go back a century on the town,

That o'er yon crowded plain,
With wealth its dower, and art its crown,

Extends its proud domain.
Upon that plain a village stood,

Lonely, obscure, and poor ;
The sullen stream rolled its dull flood

Amid a barren moor.
Now, mark the hall, the church, the street,

The buildings of the day ;
Behold the thousands now that meet

Upon the peopled way.
Go_silent with the sense of power,

And of the mighty mind
Which thus can animate the hour,

And leave its works behind
Go through the city, and behold

What intellect can yield;
How it brings forth a hundred-fold

From Time's enduring field. “ The Nizam's Daughter” is a beautiful metrical sketch, though not very closely connected with the print to which it is linked. “ Cottage Courtship” is a lovely and purely Euglish sign, by Stothard, worthy of sweet music, and the graceful words Miss Landon has appro. priated to it.

We cannot pretend to enumerate the various beauties of this desirable volume. There are landscapes of the East, and of England, architectural and sea views, and portraits of distinguished individuals. We have here Anna Maria Porter as a forid shepherdess; and Jane

THE HISTORY OF A LIFE.

Day dawned. Within a curtained room,
Filled to faintness with perfume,
A lady lay at point of doom.
Day closed. A child had seen the light;
But for the lady, fair and bright,
She rests in undreaming night.
Spring came. The lady's grave was green,
And wear it, oftentimes was seen
A gentle boy, with thoughtful mien,

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