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was, indeed, the devoted friend and consort of her royal husband. She alone succeeded in chasing the spirit of profound dejection, which settled upon the king in the later years of his life, under the burden of physical and mental sufferings, as well as political cares. Frederick VII. was thus enabled to become what even his personal enemics do not dispute-the best monarch Denmark has had these hundred years.

to lay down his crown at the bidding of the people, and either become President of a Danish Republic, or retire altogether from power. This was not what the leaders of the movement wanted, and they, therefore, became quiet again, and accepted with thanks the new constitution granted by the king. The latter, nevertheless, thought seriously of abdicating, and was restrained only by the strong persuasion of Countess Danner. She now became almost his sole adviser, and her With considerable intellectual power, he influence grew to such an extent that she was possessed what in the peculiar circumstances able to persuade the king to make her his of Denmark was a source of unbounded lawful wife. The mere announcement of the strength-an honest contempt for the throne. intention created a storm of indignation If he could benefit his people, abdication throughout the country, leading to protests would be simply a relief, and he was able, on all parts, and to strong remonstrances from the ministers; nevertheless, Frederick VII. was not to be shaken in his purpose, and on the 7th of August, 1850, he gave his hand, in the church of Fredericksburg, to Louise Rasmussen.

therefore, to work for Denmark without any considerations of self, and to form those resolutions before which kings usually quail. He was always ready to risk his throne for the independence of his country, always ready to concede any form of constitution his people might demand; and at last stood forward to tell Europe, that if beaten by his gigantic neighbor in the unjust war that neighbor was provoking, he would declare Denmark a republic and leave the thrones to cope with the moral strength of that example. There was a strong manliness in the man which his people, amid the unfavorable circumstances of his career, recognized at last, and the crowd who in 1848, howled disgust under his windows, received the news of his death with regret and consternation. His successor, Prince Christian, nominated by the Powers over the heads of his own elder brothers, ascends the throne at a stormy time, and may live to regret the illness which he now probably deems

A short while after the king, with his consort, visited the southern provinces of Denmark, and being rather coldly received at one place, his majesty made a very frank speech at a banquet given in his honor. He told the guests that, though a king, he had by no means given up his privileges as a man to marry the woman he loved best, and that, in the place in which he stood, he looked upon his present wife as the only true friend he possessed in the world. The speech, repeated from mouth to mouth, created a profound sensation, and gradually extinguished the illfeeling against the countess. At a later period she was again censured for giving herself too much the airs of a real queen; but the reproach was deemed venial, in view of so fortunate for himself? what was generally acknowledged—that she

THERE died, a few days ago, at Geneva, the | the sum of 80,000 francs to the Russian church Russian Privy-Councillor Stephen Woronin, at a of that place. very advanced age. This man, one of the first dignitaries of the Russian Empire, was not only well known for his immense charity, but also by the peculiarity that he began life as a serf, and gradually rose to become what he was. His benevolence was proverbial in Russia. He owned fifteen houses in St. Petersburg, which he let to the poor for a nominal rent. In his will he left handsome legacies to Geneva, where he spent the last two months. Among others, he bequeathed

THE new Nile expedition under Miani is about to be accomplished. The Austrian Government has, it appears, now directed its whole attention to the solution of the old mystery of the Caput Nili, which it does not believe completely cleared up by Speke. Not only the ammunition and arms for which Miani has asked, but a considerable amount of money out of the coffers of the State have been promised to the new explorer.

THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF LINCOLNSHIRE. 575

THE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF

LINCOLNSHIRE.

BY JEAN INGELOW.

(1571.)

THE old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, by three;
"Pull, if ye never pulled before;

Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells : Ply all your changes, all your swells,

Play uppe The Brides of Enderby.'"

Men say it was a stolen tyde

The Lord that sent it, he knows all; But in myne ears doth still abide

The message that the bells let fall; And there was nought of strange, beside The flights of mews and peewits pied

By millions crouched on the old sea wall.

I sat and spun within the doore,

My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes; The level sun, like ruddy ore,

Lay sinking in the barren skies;
And dark against day's golden death
She moved where Lindis wandereth,
My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth.

"Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling,
Ere the early dews were falling,
Farre away I heard her song.
"Cusha! Cusha!" all along;
Where the reedy Lindis floweth,

Floweth, floweth,

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The swannerds where their sedges are
Moved on in sunset's golden breath,
The shepherde lads I heard afarre,
And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;
Till floating o'er the grassy sea
Came downe that kyndly message free,
The "Brydes of Mavis Enderby."

Then some looked uppe into the sky,
And all along where Lindis flows
To where the goodly vessels lie,

And where the lordly steeple shows.
They sayde," And why should this thing be,
What danger lowers by land or sea?
They ring the tune of Enderby!

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I looked without, and lo! my sonne

Came riding downe with might and main; He raised a shout as he drew on,

Till all the welkin rang again, "Elizabeth Elizabeth!"

(A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath,
Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.)

"The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe,
The rising tide comes on apace,
And boats adrift in yonder towne

Go sailing uppe the market-place."

He shook as one that looks on death:

"God save you, mother!" straight he saith; "Where is my wife, Elizabeth? "

"Good sonne, where Lindis winds away
With her two bairns I marked her long;
And ere yon bells beganne to play

Afar I heard her milking song."
He looked across the grassy sea,
To right, to left, "Ho Enderby!
They rang "The Brides of Enderby!"

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With that he cried and beat his breast;
For lo! along the river's bed
A mighty eygre reared his crest,

And uppe the Lindis raging sped.
It swept with thunderous noises loud;
Shaped like a curling snow-white cloud,
Or like a demon in a shroud.

And rearing Lindis backward pressed,
Shook all her trembling bankes amaine ;
Then madly at the eygre's breast

Flung uppe her weltering walls again.

Then bankes came downe with ruin and rout-
Then beaten foam flew round about-
Then all the mighty floods were out.

So farre, so fast the eygre drave,
The heart had hardly time to beat,
Before a shallow seething wave
Sobbed in the grasses at our feet :

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SHORT ARTICLES.-Application of the Catheter, 583. Drought in Hungary, 583. Microscopes, 583. Literary Intelligence, 583, 586, 605, 608, 610. olus in the Orchestra, 597. A Negro Philosopher, 603. Papyri, 608.

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your

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Yes, finish all thy work, then rest; Till then rest never;

The rest prepared for thee by God Is rest forever.

Finish thy work, then wipe thy brow, Ungird thee from thy toil;

Take breath, and from each weary limb Shake off the soil.

Finish thy work, then sit thee down
On some celestial hill,

And of its strength-reviving air,
Take thou thy fill.

Finish thy work, then go in peace;
Life's battle fought and won,

Hear from the throne the Master's voice "Well done, well done!"

Finish thy work, then take thy harp,
Give praise to God above;

Sing a new song of mighty joy
And endless love.

Give thanks to Him who held thee up In all thy path below,

Who made thee faithful unto death, And crowns thee now.

-British Friend.

GIVE TO HIM THAT ASKETH THEE."

Ir the poor man pass by thy door,
Give him of thy bounteous store,
Give him food, and give him gold,
Give him shelter from the cold;
Aid him his lone life to live,
For 'tis angel-like to give.

Though world riches thou hast not,
Give to him of poorer lot;

Think thee of the widow's mite:
In the holy Master's sight,

It was more, a thousand-fold,
Than the rich man's hoard of gold.

MOTHER.

No earthly friend can fill a mother's place,
When the dear one is with us here no more;
No smile so sweet, so loving to the core,
As those which beamed upon that faithful face,
Reflecting every meek, angelic grace;

No words so kind, so potent to restore
Joy to the soul, where sadness ruled before,
As hers, who held us in her warm embrace;
But when the vesture visible to sight

Has worn away, to set the spirit free,
Then we behold those looks of love and light
In fideless lines impressed on memory;
And feel that but one mother e'er is given
To guard us here below, or guide the way to
heaven.

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