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GRAMMARS-COTTON-WINE.

WE are indebted to the Tower of Babel for three Grammars. "Elaborate treatises

This being the case, it may be worth while to consider the practicability of adopting Sir W. H. Holm's suggestion to turn British Guiana into a cotton-growing district. There is no doubt whatever that the cultiva tion of cotton might be carried on there to any extent, if capital and labor were pro obtained from China and India, and the for curable. The latter, indeed, is now being mer will not be slow in flowing into a profitable channel.

have been written," says Mr. Kalisch, "to prove that Hebrew is an easy language, and manuals have been published professing to teach it in four-and-twenty lessons." He himself does not "flatter the student with hopes so pleasing and gratifying." As a preliminary step, therefore, he calls upon the "Good wine," says the proverb, "needs learner to master two formidable volumes on no bush," but the difficulty is to find good Grammar, which, he is careful to add, "is wine. It is quite clear that a very large only the vestibule of the temple which enproportion of the wines drunk in this counshrines the literature." For our own part try are vile adulterations, in which the juice we cannot venture beyond the threshold, of the grape plays a very subordinate part. and consequently shall not tarry long even No unsophisticated wine, says Mr. Tovey,† over Mr. Beamont's "Concise Grammar of and least of all Claret, can be sold at the the Arabic Language," + though he assures us that "the importance of that language firms. The mixture that usually passes curprices advertised by certain unscrupulous to the study of Hebrew, the living to the rent as a cheap Claret, is simply a concocdead, can scarcely be overrated." If, as Mr. tion of Cetti, Beni-Carlo, and Pontac, while Beamont asserts, it is our imperative duty in one instance he "found that a marvel"to attempt the conversion of the Moslem subjects of Turkey to the Christian faith," it may be conceded that it would be very desirable we should be able to hold familiar intercourse with them. We therefore commend this Grammar to the attention of all such as have other designs upon Turkey than the conversion of Kaimes. We are next invited to acquire the Dutch tongue in order to converse with the Japanese. The "enterprising British merchant," and every "literary man with the smallest pretensions to philology," are alike interested in making themselves master of "the most perfect of any of the Lower Teutonia dialects."

lously low-priced Claret consisted of a mixture of British spirits and water dashed with an acid, which had been racked upon wine lees colored with dyewood." Really good wine, it seems, can never be otherwise than high-priced, owing to the comparatively small area on which it is produced, and the positively large demand for it in all parts of the globe. Many erroneous impressions and prejudices on the subject of French and German wines are successfully combated and removed by Mr. Tovey in his unpretending but exceedingly interesting little manual, and much useful information imparted in a The cultivation of Cotton on scientific revelations, however, will be hardly agreeaSome of his simple and concise manner. principles forms the subject of an extremely ble either to the keepers or frequenters of useful little volume by Dr. Mallet.§ And taverns, though the latter have reason to be not only does he minutely investigate the grateful for his courageous exposure of the elements and causes of its successful culture, fraudulent practices of "mine host." It is but he also furnishes a careful account of satisfactory to know on such good authority the practice actually pursued in the Southern as that of Dr. Jola brown, of Edinburgh,‡ States of North America. The results of that a moderate use of sound wine will his researches are decidedly adverse to any gladden the heart of man without injury to expectations that may have been formed of his constitution. The author of "Rab and obtaining large supplies of a firstrate arti- his Friends" is not only a humorist of a cle from India, and this conclusion is borne high order, but a sensible and experienced out by all the best authorities in that matter. practitioner of the healing art. His opinion A Hebrew Grammar, with Exercises. By M. on all that belongs to bodily health is thereM. Kalisch, Ph.D., M.A., Part I. Longman and fore entitled to consideration, and he has Co. the merit of tendering his advice in homely language intelligible to all classes.

t A Concise Grammar of the Arabic Language,

revised by Sheikh Ali Nady El Barrany. By w

J. Beamont, M. A. Bell and Daldy.

A Concise Grammar of the Dutch Language. By Dr. F. Ahn. Translated by H. Van Lauh. Trübner and Co.

Cotton: the Chemical, Geological, and Meteorological conditions involved in its successful Cultivation. By Dr. John W. Mallet. Chapman and Hall.

*Free Cotton: How and where to grow it. By Sir W. H. Holms. Chapman and Hall.

↑ Wine and Wine Countries; a Record and Manual for Wine Merchants and Wine Consumers. By Charles Tovey. Hamilton, Adams, and Co.

Health: Fire Lay Sermons to Working People. By John Brown, M.D. Hamilton, Adams, and Co.

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POETRY.-A Song in Time of Order, 594. A Tale of a British Captain, 594. The April Hours, 594. Love in a Haze, 632. On the Death of a Child, 632. Sonnet, 632.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Admiration, 616. Stockton's Poems, 616. Reprint of Shakspeare as Published in 1623, 619. David Bruce, 619. Duchess d'Angoulême and Count de Chambord, 622. St. Napoleon, 622. Luther's Version of the Apocrypha, 631.

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A SONG IN TIME OF ORDER. 1852.

PUSH hard across the sand,

For the salt wind gathers breath: Shoulder and wrist and hand,

Push hard as the push of death. The wind is as iron that rings,

The foam-beads loosen and flee: It swells and welters and swings

The pulse of the bride of the sea. And up on the yellow cliff

The long corn flickers and shakes: Push for the wind holds stiff,

And the gunwale dips and rakes. Good hap to the fresh fierce weather, The quiver and beat of the sea! While three men hold together,

The kingdoms are less by three.

Out to the sea with her there,

Out with her over the sand;

Let the kings keep the earth for their share! We have done with the sharers of land.

They have tied the world in a tether,

They put a strong prize crew on board-their northward way they took

Of Englishmen were only left the captain, steward, and cook :

But the captain, gallant Wilson, to himself was heard to swear

"They shall not take this ship of mine into the Delaware."

And in the journals ye may read how well his word he kept,

How skilfully and boldly on his enemies he crept,

How one by one he mastered them: not often shall we see

On land or ocean sixteen men o'erpowered by only three.

But thanks to gallant Wilson, and the men who helped him there,

"Twas to Mersey River the good ship came, not to the Delaware.

If Nelson of the lion heart among us now might

be,

"The flower of all the admirals that ever trod the sea," "*

-Have they bought over God with a fee?- To Wilson would he stretch his hand, his only While three inen hold together,

The kingdoms are less by three.

We have done with the kisses that sting;

With the thief's mouth red from the feast; With the blood on the hands of the King; With the lie on the lips of the priest.

Will they tie the winds in a tether,
Put a bit in the jaws of the sea?

While three men hold together,

The kingdoms are less by three.

While the Shepherd sets wolves on his sheep,
And the Emperor halters his kine;
While Shame is a watchman asleep,
And Faith is a keeper of swine:

Let the wind shake our flag like a feather,
Like the plumes of the foam of the sea;

While three men hold together,

The kingdoms are less by three!

In the teeth of the hard glad weather,
In the blown wet face of the sea;
While three men hold together,
The kingdoms are less by three.
-Spectator.

A. C. SWINBURNE.

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When the sheep-bells soothe and lull, And the buds are nearly full;

When the fair leaves of the rose

Slowly to the sun unclose;

When the larks, through sun and rain, Gladsome soar and sing again, And the thrushes on the leas Prate of summer's joy and ease, Brightly then between the showers Dance the merry April hours. -Chambers's Journal.

* Lockhart, in Blackwood.

C.

W. T.

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BY DUTTON COOK, AUTHOR OF PAUL FOSTER'S DAUGHTER," ETC.

"A lytel misgoyng in the gynning causeth mykel errour in the end."-Chaucer's "Testament of Love."' large room of the George Inn, Grilling Abbots.

CHAPTER I.

GOOD ACCOMMODATION FOR
MAN AND BEAST.

WOULD he live through the night? Would he die before his eldest son arrived? Could it be that the parent and the child, separated since so many years, were not to meet again on this side of the grave? How many times had the sun gone down upon their wrath, and risen again to find it yet turbulent and restless, and surging like a sea that would not be stayed! And now would not even Death bring penitence and peace and forgiveness ?

Would the old gentleman last through the night? Was old Mr. Hadfield of the Grange really going? So they asked each other in low, awful whispers. The question went buzzing round as though it had been part of a fireside forfeit game, and each man was bound to propose it to his neighbor, and to give to it an evasive answer when his turn came to be examined on the subject. Indeed, it might have been a game. It was the season of the year for forfeits, and such amusements. The day after Christmas Day. There was merriment enough and to spare at other places. There was a grand ball at Mowle, for instance; while up in London, very likely there were thousands shrieking with laughter at the clown's first leap on to the stage-at his soiling his new clean motley in his first slip and tumble. There was little mirth, though, at Grilling Abbots. They were warm and snug, the fire glowing splendidly, the kettle always proffering boiling water, the mugs full, and the rummers emitting most deliciously inebriating perfume. But there was no mirth. This question about old Mr. Hadfield oppressed all terribly. Already there seemed to be a gloom as of crape covering and saddening

Who could answer? Not pale Mr. Fuller, the surgeon of Grilling Abbots, the nearest town; not Dr. Barker, who had come over expressly summoned from the Mowle Infirmary: not Dr. Chillingworth, who had hurried down post-haste from London. They had met in serious conclave round the sick man's bed. They had held a solemn-almost a grim-consultation upon the case. They had retired to the library adjoining, and whispered to each other, and compared notes. They talked so earnestly, yet in voices so subdued they were inaudible a few yards off, while their heads approached together in so close a cluster that they seemed almost to pertain to one body, and looked like three apples growing on a single stalk. Pale Mr. Fuller went through a sort of friendly cross-them. examination as to the course of treatment he had pursued; he set forth his medicines and his motives in applying them: he stated his knowledge of the invalid, with particulars as to age, constitution, previous ill-possibly, and make the children next door nesses, predisposition to disease, etc. The doctor from Mowle patted the surgeon of Grilling Abbots familiarly, yet approvingly, on the shoulder. The physician from London patted both his professional brothers on the back, and nodded a great many times his approbation at all they had said and done. "Nothing could have been betternothing, nothing," he said; and they had each a glass of Madeira and a biscuit. They could not answer, they said, for the poor sufferer's life: no, they agreed,-not from one moment to another.

Who could answer, then, if these could not? Certainly not that cosy group of guests round the glorious red fire in the

It was a small enough event from any other than a Grilling-Abbots point of view, it must be admitted. It was like an explosion in a room-it would break the windows

scream and clutch their mother's skirts; but out of a certain small radius it would be quite inaudible. Yes, they would hear it at Mowle; they would be moved by it at Mowle-not, of course, so much as at Grilling Abbots, but still considerably. You know he had sat for Mowle-in the old times before the Reform Bill. No, he never set foot in the House after the Bill. He swore he never would, and he kept his oath. There was no mistake about him. If he once said a thing, he kept to it through thick and thin,-ay, that he did. A true, stanch, stout old English gentleman-that he was. There was no mistake about him. They were all agreed upon that. Yes, they would

feel his loss at Mowle. But in London? | the assembly. For some considerable time Those Cockney chaps would read it in the afterwards he ruled very low-as the money

newspaper at breakfast over their eggs, their precious London milk and eggs: (how derisive the rural inhabitant is always on the state in which the town-dweller receives these dainties!) they would read in the paper a simple line or two :—

"On the 26th December, George Richard Saxon Carew Hadfield, of Hadfield Grange, Grilling Abbots, Uplandshire, in the 72d year of his age, deeply lamented "

market people phrase it—and was indeed, I should say, quoted at quite a nominal price. However, they were a very old family, the Hadfields, there was no doubt about that. "A reverend thing," says Bacon, "to see an ancient castle or building not in decay, or to see a fair timber tree sound and perfect. How much more to behold an ancient family, which hath stood against the waves and weathers of time!"

and think and care nothing about the mat- A very old family-the schoolmaster told ter, and never know how valued was the old no one news when he told that. They had man in the neighborhood of his estate, how been seated at a very early period in Upgood a friend he had been to the poor of landshire-that was no great news either. Grilling Abbots; how treasured was his Surely, all Grilling Abbots knew that. They name and his memory amongst them; how had received territorial grants from Henry old a family he came of, and how many VIII. at the dissolution of the monasteries pages were devoted to the chronicles of his-that was certain also. And there was a house in that interesting work, the "History Richard Hadfield, barrister-at-law, Recorder of Uplandshire."

There must of course be limits to grief. The bereavement which crushes one heart so cruelly is mere gossamer weight to another. The life to that man all in all is as nothing to this. Can we truly sorrow for one we have never heard of even, much less seen? Perhaps it is as well that we have some invulnerable places in our hearts. Were we to mourn each time that Death strikes down a victim, when should we joy?

"When did the Hadfields come into the county?" they were asking in the large room at the George. Was it in the time of the Henrys or the Edwards? They referred to the schoolmaster. He drew hard at his pipe. If the answer was worth having, it is presumable that it was worth waiting for. He appeared to be counting, as though he were obedient to that direction in music which requires you to wait so many bars before you come in again with your contribution to the harmony. But the schoolmaster waited too long, especially as the answer he was finally able to give was of so vague and incomplete a character. He wasn't sure, he said. You see, he'd only come into the county himself within the last twenty years. Woodlandshire, that was his native county. But he thought the Edwards. Yes, he was nearly sure about it-it must be the Edwards. Still, his uncertainty sent him down terribly-regarded as a man of general information-in the estimation of

of the city of Oldport, Serjeant-at-Law, and Queen's Serjeant (38th Elizabeth, 1596), who had purchased additional adjoining lands (the Broadmede estates, indeed, which had belonged originally to Broadmede Pri ory) of Henry, third Earl of Chevedale, the grantee at the dissolution. Sir Hugh Hadfield was sheriff of the county in the tenth year of James I., and received the honor of knighthood at the coronation of Charles I. He erected the family seat on the site of an ancient Grange of the old Abbey of Grilling. Sir Hugh's house was a noble building, in the form, it was said as regarded its ground-plan, of a I, in compliment to James I. Since that period, however, the house had undergone considerable alteration, and the idea of its founder had been greatly departed from. Part had been pulled down and rebuilt. A George Hadfield, in the reign of Anne, had embraced the Roman Catholic faith, and erected a chapel attached to the house. His son and grandson had reverted to the religion of their forefathers, and had permitted the chapel to fall into hopeless decay. It must also be said of them that they combined to cut off the entail, destroyed the timber, sold great portion of the Broadmede property, and left heavy encumbrances upon the estates for their successors to struggle with and pay off. Part of the Hadfield lands had indeed been already lost to the family during the Civil War, in which the Hadfield family were devoted partisans of the Stuarts.

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