Through the vasty void of silence Did I hear a sound?
Was it my own echoing foot-fall? Fireman on his round? Or Policeman slow patrolling Transept, nave, and aisle ?
Was that gleam his bull's-eye streaming, Or his moon-lit tile ?
Ne'er fell tread of mine so stately,
Walks no fireman so;
Not thus sounds policeman's blucher, Heavy-heeled and slow.
Never flashed from blinding bull's-eye Radiance like that:
Never moon with such an aureole Crowned policeman's hat.
Lo, two shapes from out the darkness Of the nave have grown! Hand in hand they near the daïs, Near the empty throne.
By the beamy crown that circles Either radiant brow,
By their royal orbs and scetpres, These be Queens I trow.
Strong the one of thew and sinew, Giant-like of limb;
Coal-back is the robe upon her,
Fire her crown doth rim; And her sceptre is a hammer
Like Great Thor's of old: And her feet, they clank like iron, 'Neath her garment's fold.
Fair the other, with a beauty Passing human far;
Star-bedropped her azure raiment, And her crown a star. Perfect shape with perfect feature Blent in form and face,
When she opes her lips, 'tis music, When she moves, 'tis grace.
Straight to me, through their unlikeness, These two Queens were known,
And I marked how each on other, Pressed the vacant throne. Strong Queen Handicraft to honour Fair Queen Art was vain:
Fair Queen Art, with sweet resistance, Waived the throne again.
"Yours," quoth Art, "is this profusion Of the fruits of toil,
Loom and forge-work, clay and crystal, Growth of seed and soil.
Yours the spinning of men-spiders, Honey of men's hives;
What creates or costs men comfort, Makes or mars their lives."
"Nay," quoth Handicraft, "the roughing Of the mass is mine;
But 'tis thy hand gives the beauty, Moulding by design.
Thine the forms of clay and crystal,
Iron, brass and gold,
Textile pattern, woven colour,- Gorgeous to behold!
"Spak'st thou sooth," fair Art protested, "Thou prevail'st no more; Mine the hand which shapes the coinage, Thine which digs the ore.
I am but a humble handmaid, Chain'd to thy behest, Thou, that in this age of iron
Dost as likes thee best."
"Nay, but," Handicraft retorted,
"On the upper floor
Moved I not through long-drawn galleries, Graced with all thy store?
Where on canvas or in marble
Thou thy might hast shown
Man and beast, sea, earth, and cloudland,
Claiming for thine own?"
So was urged these Queens' contention, Each, in answer fit,
Giving reasons why the other
On the throne should sit. Till at last quoth Art,-divided
Between smile and sigh,—
"Needs there proof, that to this throning Ne'er a claim have I?
"Look around; though all these treasures Of thy wide domain
Bore my seal, that here I'm alien,
It would still be plain.
In the Building that contains them
Place nor part I owe,
From the domes that rise above us,
To the sheds below.
"Can I take this throne, surrounded By so many a sign,
Whoso owns this realm's allegiance, 'Tis no realm of mine?
These glazed-sashes, factory-patterned, Courts of shops run wild, And where space had lent a beauty, Hideous trophies piled?
"To my galleries I'll betake me, There apart I'll reign:
Strive who will, no force shall make me
Own this my domain.
Lost the chance that here had throned us, Join Queens, side by side;
Toil with Taste, and Use with Beauty Empire to divide.”
THE LION OF THE LATIN QUARTER.
[This Song was found strewn over the Streets of Paris in March of this Year, was in private circulation, and sung at secret meetings of the discontented. It is said to have caused much uneasiness to the French Government.]
No, brothers, we are not dead,
We have risen and burst the doors,
O Cæsar, look out-thy head Is threatened,-the lion roars.
You smile, for he seems asleep- Beware, lest at morning break, He up-leap.
He slumbers one eye awake,
The Lion of the Latin Quarter.
Never yet the workman advanced But the student led him to die; His badge is the plume that danced In the great days of July.
Arcole and Sarcy's noble race, Whose arm was steady, and slew
Kings face to face,
He will bound and follow you,
The Lion of the Latin Quarter.
We grope, O mother, to find the foe, In the night, dark and deep,
Which closed thee in, fourteen years ago—
Pardon us, did we sleep?
But see, as the stars grow pale
He watches till thy sun glow,
He snuffs the gale,
He will spring upon the foe,
The Lion of the Latin Quarter.
Drunkards of feast and ball,
Bespatted with palace mire,
The lights of your carnival
Are yellow and blear in the new day's fire. The eagle is sad of mood,
The soaring eagle will fall
And his brood,—
He will eat them, a mouthful in all,
The Lion of the Latin Quarter.
If ever the foul crew come
A new battle to engage,
'Mid theatre, hall, and home,
About, young quack, to preach from his stage, Nisard to drivel and give
Cynical small moralities
How to live,—
N.B. The figures between [ ] refer to the History.
ACCIDENTS.-From the explosion of a farm boiler at Ltanton Wyville, 10; several accidents to ladies by machinery, 16; serious accident in the Waterloo- road, 20; fall of houses at Hackney, 21; boiler explosion near Dudley, six men killed, 29; at Millfield Iron- works, Priestfield, 28 persons killed, 65; fatal explosion of gas in Holborn, 66; frightful artillery accident at Do- ver, and at Blyth, 70; fatal exposion of gas in Shoreditch, 99; fatal explo- sion and fire of a chemical warehouse in Bishopsgate 103; fatal boat accidents at Brighton, Portsmouth, Loch Lo- mond, the Mersey, 104; explosion of a percussion-cap factory at Birmingham, nine persons killed, 114; fatal boat accident on the Ribble, near Preston, seven lives lost, 159; sinking of the iron ship Ganges in the Thames, five Lascars drowned, 163; explosion of gunpowder mills near Redruth, six women killed, 172; boat accident near Bristol, five persons drowned, 176; fall of a railway viaduct at Hammer- smith, six men killed, 185; fatal boiler explosion at Alnwick, 194; at Masborough, nine persons killed, 196.
Colliery and Mining Accidents.- Dreadful disaster at the Hartley Col- liery, 204 lives lost, 12; flooding of the Hendre Mine, sixteen persons drowned, 22; fatal explosion at the Cethin Col- liery, forty-nine lives lost, 23; explo- sion of fire-damp at Westwood Colliery, six lives lost 64; terrible explosion at Barnsley, sixty men and boys killed, 197.
Railway Accidents :-Various acci- dents-on the Portadown, Dungannon, and Armagh Railway; on the Brechin branch of the Scottish North Eastern; on the Maryport and Whitehaven ; near the Gravesend station of the South Eastern, 59; on the South Wales Rail- VOL. CIV.
Accidents-continued.
way, near Lydney station, 67; on the North British Railway, near Maxton station, 82; on the London, Chathain and Dover Railway, near Ospringe, and in the Chatham-hill tunnel, 92; dread- ful accident on the Midland Railway, near Market Harborough, 169; on the Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway, near Winchburgh, 15 persons killed, 177; numerous railway accidents during the summer and autumn, 179; fall of a railway viaduct at Hammersmith, six men killed, 185; fatal explosion of a locomotive of the Great Western Rail- way, 185.
Aors, LIST OF, 25 & 26 VIOг.-i., Public General Acts, 243; ii., Local and Per- sonal Acts, 247; iii., Private acts printed, 257; iv., Private Acts not printed, 258 ANTIQUITIES.-Discoveries in Worcester Cathedral 1; at Marshow, in the Orkneys, 127.
AUSTRALIAN EXPEDITION OF BURKE AND WILLS, 475.
BANK RATE OF DISCOUNT, 130, 206; see also Table of Stocks, 277. BIRTHS, 294.
BIRTHS, DEATHS, and MARRIAGES, in England and Wales; and Scotland; and in the Metropolis, in 1862, 279. BUTCHERS' MEAT, Average Prices of, in each month in 1862, 278. CENSUS OF 1861.-The Revised Returns for England and Wales, 280; corrected total for Ireland, 281; Revised Re- turns for Scotland, 282.
Census for the British Colonies and Possessions in the year ended the 31st December, 1860 (from a Parliamentary Return), 283.
COLLIERY AND MINING ACCIDENTS. Dreadful disaster at the Hartley Col- liery, 204 lives lost, 12; flooding of the Hendre Mine, sixteen persons L L
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