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which lived to be married, and so exceedingly multiplied, that this lady saw seven hundred ex

We have received the following new books tracted from her body. Reader, I speak within

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compass, and have left myself a reserve, having bought the truth hereof by a wager I lost. Besides, there was a new generation of marriageable females just at her death; so that this aged vine may be said to wither, even when it had many young boughs ready to knit.

From Little, Brown and Company, BostonThree volumes of their excellent edition of the British Poets. Full particulars of this collection may be obtained from advertisements appended "Had I been one of her relations, and as well to former numbers of the Living Age. It is to enabled as most of them be, I would have crectbe a complete collection from Chaucer to Words-ed a monument for her- thus designed. A fair worth, embracing the whole works of the most distinguished authors, with selections from the minor poets with biographical, critical, and historical notices. Edited by F. J. CHILD, Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory in Harvard College. The volumes received are CAMPBELL, The EARL OF SURREY, and SIR THOMAS WYATT. Price 75 cents each.

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Lingard's History of England, Vol. 6. This will be completed in 13 volumes. It gives the Roman Catholic view of the religious question which underlies the whole matter. Published by Phillips, Sampson & Co., Boston.

tree should have been erected, the said lady and her husband lying at the bottom or root thereof; the heir of the family should have ascended both the middle and top bough thereof. On the right hand hereof her younger sons, on the left her daughters, should, as so many boughs, be spread forth. Her grandchildren should have their

names inscribed on the branches of those boughs; the great-grandchildren on the twigs of those branches; the great-great-grandchildren on the leaves of those twigs. Such as survived her death should be done in a lively green, the rest (as blasted) in a pale and yellow fading color.

History of Cuba; or notes of a Traveller in the "Pliny, lib. vii. cap. 13, (who reports it as a Tropics. Being a political, historical, and sta- wonder worthy the chronicle, that Chrispinus tistical account of the Island, to the present time. Hilarus, prælata pompa, with open ostentation,' By MATURIN M BALLOU. Illustrated by seve-sacrificed in the capitol seventy-four of his chilral wood engravings. Phillips, Sampson, & Co., dren and children's children attending on him,) would more admire, if admitted to this spec tacle.

Boston.

Fruits and Farinacea the proper Food of Man; being an attempt to prove, from History, Anatomy, Physiology, and Chemistry, that the original, natural, and best diet of man, is derived from the Vegetable Kingdom. By John Smith; with notes and illustrations by R. T. TRALL, M. D. From the second London Edition. Part II. Price 25 cents. New York, Fowlers & Wells.

The Master's House. A tale of Southern Life.
By Logan. "I was always the friend of the
White Man." Illustrated by drawings from na
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Fashion and Famine. By Mrs. Ann S. Stephens.

There is no sorrow for the earnest soul
That looketh up to God in perfect faith.
New York, Bunce & Brother.

Norurfari; or Rambles in Iceland. By Pliny Miles. New York, Charles B. Norton.

A Lecture on the Human Body. By John A. Parsons. New York, C. Shephard & Co.

DAME HESTER TEMPLE."Lady Temple lived to see seven hundred of her own descend

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"Vives telleth us of a village in Spain, of about an hundred houses, whereof all the inhabitants were issued from one certain old man who then lived, when as that village was so peopled, so as the name of propinquity, how the youngest of the children should call him, could not be given.* Lingua enim nostra supra abavum non ascendit;' Our language,' saith he, meaning the Spanish, affords not a name above the great-grandfather's father'). But, had the offspring of this lady been contracted into one place, they were enough to have peopled a city of a competent proportion, though her issue was not so long in succession, as broad in extent.

"I confess very many of her descendants died before her death; in which respect she was far surpassed by a Roman matron, on which the poet thus epitapheth it, in her own person† :

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ants she had thirteen children." I have extract-Twenty-nine births Callicrate I told, ed this "sea-serpent" from an extract in Burke And of both sexes saw none sent to grave, from Fuller's Worthies, but I am unable to refer I was an hundred and five winters old, to the original for confirmation of this astounding Yet stay from staff my hand did never crave.'

fact: if true it is wonderful.

Y. S. M.

[Fuller's amusing account of Dame Hester Temple will be found in his Worthies of Buckinghamshire, vol. i. p. 210, edit. 1840. He says: "Dame Hester Temple, daughter to Miles Sands, Esq., was born at Latmos in this county, and was married to sir Thomas Temple, of Stow, Baronet. She had four sons and nine daughters,

Thus, in all ages, God bestoweth personal feli cities on some far above the proportion of others The Lady Temple died A. D. 1656."

Notes and Queries.

* In Comment upon 8th chapter of lib. xv. de Civitate Dei.

† Ausonius, Epitaph. Heroum, num. 34.

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From Hogarth's Works, by the Rev. Mr. Trustler.

MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE.

SIXTH PICTURE-DEATH OF THE COUNTESS.

THE last sad scene of our unfortunate heroine's life is in the house of her father, to which she had returned after her husband's death. The law could not consider her as the primary cause of his murder; but consciousness of her own guilt was more severe punishment than that could have inflicted. This, added to her father's reproaches, and the taunts of those who were once her friends, renders society hateful and solitude insupportable. Wounded in every feeling, tortured in every nerve, and seeing no prospect of a period to her misery, she takes the horrid resolution of ending all her calamities by poison.

symptoms of vexation at his patient dying before she has taken his julep, the label of which hangs out of his pocket. Her constitution, though impaired by grief, promised to have lasted long enough for him to have marked many additional dittos in his day-book. Pointing to the dying speech, he threatens the terrified footboy with a punishment similar to that of the counsellor for having bought the laudanum. The fellow protests his innocence, and promises never more to be guilty of a like offence. The effects of fear on an ignorant rustic cannot be better delineated, nor is it easy to conceive a more ludicrous figure Dreadful as is this resolve, she puts it in exe- than this awkward retainer, dressed in an old cution by bribing the servant of her father to pro-full-trimmed coat, which, in its better days, had cure her a dose of laudanum. Close to the vial, been the property of his master. By the physiwhich lies on the floor, Hogarth has judiciously cian retreating, we are led to conceive that, findplaced Counsellor Silvertongue's last dying ing his patient had dared to quit the world in an speech, thus intimating that he also has suffered irregular way, neither abiding by his prescriptions the punishment he justly merited. The records nor waiting for his permission, he cast an indig. of their fate being thus situated, seem to imply nant frown on all present, and exclaimed in style that, as they were united in vice, they are compan- heroic :ions in the consequences. These two terrific and monitory testimonies are a kind of propitiatory sacrifice to the manes of her injured and murdered lord.

Her avaricious father, seeing his daughter at the point of death, and knowing the value of her diamond ring, determined to secure this glittering gem from the depredation of the old nurse, cooly draws it from her finger. This little circumstance shows a prominent feature of his mind. Every sense of feeling absorbed in extreme avarice, he seems at this moment calculating how many carats the brilliants weigh.

A rickety child, heir to the complaints of its father, shows some tenderness for its expiring mother; and the grievous whine of an old nurse is most admirably described. These are the only two of the party who exhibit any marks of sorrow for the death of our wretched countess. The smug apothecary, indeed, displays some

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Fellow, our hat!'- no more he deign'd to say, But, stern as Ajax' sceptre, stalk'd away.'

The leathern buckets immediately over the doctor's head were, previous to the introduction of fire engines, considered as proper furniture for a merchant's hall. Every ornament in his par lor is highly and exactly appropriate to the man The style of his pictures, his clock, a cobweb over the window, repaired chair, nay, the very form of his hat, are characteristic.

Thus has our moral dramatist concluded his tragedy, and brought his heroine from dissipation and vice to misery and shame, terminating her existence by suicide! From the whole we may form a just estimate of the value of riches and high birth, when abused by prodigality or degraded by vice.

So round Brescia's shattered wall,
Sullen swept this bird obscene,
Sniffing through the sulphurous pall,
Reek of blood, with relish keen;
Waiting on the prey to fall,

When beforehand death had been.

So beside the lone lagune,

Where beleagured Venice stood,
Through the long siege, late and soon,
Hovered still this bird of blood,
Till to death, in mortal swoon,
Sunk the Lady of the Flood.

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Down the dark avenue of lines,
Whose perfume loads the air,
Whose boughs are rustling overhead,
(For the west wind is there),

I hear the sound of earnest talk,
Warnings and counsels wise,
And the quick questioning that brought
The gentle calm replies.

I hear, within the shady porch

Once more, the measured sound
Of the old ballads that were read,
While we sat listening round;
The starry passion-flower still
Up the green trellis climbs;
The tendrils waving seem to keep
The cadence of the rhymes.

I might have striven, and striven in vain,
Such visions to recall,

Well known and yet forgotten; now
I see, I hear, them all!

The present pales before the past,
Who comes with angel wings;
As in a dream I stand, amidst
Strange, yet familiar things!

And the light bridge hangs o'er the lake,
Where broad-leaved lilies lie,

And the cool water shows again

The cloud that moves on high ;-
And One voice speaks, in tones I thought
The past for ever kept;

But now I know, deep in my heart
Its echoes only slept!

Household Words.

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