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Tuesday.-Life flows away here in such un-religious. And (not on that account, but by reason marked tranquilitie, that one hath nothing whereof I have read y most of them before) methinks I to write, or to remember what distinguished one day from another. I am sad, yet not dulle; methinks I have grown some yeares older since I came here. I can fancy elder women feeling much as I doe now. I have nothing to desire, nothing to hope, that is likelie to come to pass-nothing to regret, except I begin soe far back, that my whole life hath neede, as 't were, to begin over agayn.
Mr. Agnew translates to us portions of Thuanus his historie, and y° letters of Theodore Beza, concerning ye French reformed church; oft prolix, yet interesting, especially with Mr. Agnew's comments and allusions to our own time. On y other hand, Rose reads Davila, y sworne apologiste of Catherine de' Medicis, whose charming Italian even I can comprehende; but alle is false and plausible. How sad, that ye wrong partie shoulde be victorious! Soe it may befall in this land; though, indeede, I have hearde soe much bitter | rayling on bothe sides, that I know not which is right. The line of demarcation is not soe distinctly drawn, methinks, as 't was in France. Yet it cannot be right to take up arms agaynst constituted authorities?-Yet, and if those same authorities abuse their trust? Nay, women cannot understand these matters, and I thank Heaven they need Onlie, they cannot help siding with those they love; and sometimes those they love are on opposite sides.
Mr. Agnew sayth, the secular arm shoulde never be employed in spirituall matters, and that ye Hugenots committed a grave mistake in choosing princes and admirals for their leaders, insteade of simple preachers with Bible in their hands; and he askt, "Did Luther or Peter the Hermit most manifestlie labor with the blessing of God?"
-I have noted y heads of Mr. Agnew's readings, after a fashion of Rose's, in order to have a shorte, comprehensive account of y° whole; and this hath abridged my journalling. It is the more profitable to me of y two, changes the sad current of thought, and though an unaccustomed task, I like it well.
will write to borrow some of Rose; for change of reading hath now become a want. I am minded also, to seek out and minister unto some poore folk after her fashion. Now that I am queen of the larder, there is manie a wholesome scrap at my disposal, and there are likewise sundrie physiques in my mother's closet, which she addeth to year by year, and never wants, we are soe seldom ill.
Aug. 5.-Dear father sayd this evening, as we came in from a walk on y terrace, My sweet Moll, you were ever the light of yo house; but now, though you are more staid than of former time, I find you a better companion than ever. This last visitt to Sheepscote hath evened your spiritts."
Poor father! he knew not how I lay awake and wept last night, for one I shall never see agayn, nor how the terrace walk minded me of him. My spiritts may seem even, and I exert myself to please; but, within, all is dark shade, or, at best, gray twilight; and my spiritts are, in fact, worse here than they were at Sheepscote, because, here, I am continuallie thinking of one whose name is never uttered; whereas, there, it was mentioned naturallie and tenderlie, though sadly.
I will forthe to see some of ye poor folk.
Same night.-Resolved to make y circuit of the cottages, but onlie reached y° first, wherein I found poor Nell in such grief of body and mind, that I was avised to wait with her a long time. Askt why she had not sent to us for relief; was answered she had thought of doing soe, but was feared of making too free. After a lengthened visitt, which seemed to relieve her mind, and certaynlie relieved mine, I bade her farewell, and at y° wicket met my father coming up with a playn-favored but scholarlike-looking reverend man. He sayd, "Moll, I could not think what had become of you." I answered, I hoped I had not kept him waiting for dinner-poor Nell had entertayned me longer than I wisht, with y catalogue of her troubles. The stranger, looking attentively at me, observed that may be the poor woman had entertayned an angel unawares; and added, "Doubt not, madam, we woulde rather await our dinner than that you should have curtayled your message of charity." Hithertoe, my father had not named this gentleman to me; but now he sayd, “Child, this is the Reverend Doctor Jeremy Taylor, chapForest Hill, August 3.-Home agayn, and lain in ordinarie to his M, and whom you know I mother hath gone on her long intended visitt to have heard more than once preach before the king uncle John, taking with her y two youngest. since he abode in Oxford." Thereon I made a Father much preoccupide, by reason of y sup- lowly reverence, and we walked homewards toplies needed for his May's service; soe that, sweet gether. At first, he discoursed chiefly with my Robin being away, I find myselfe lonely. Harry father on y troubles of the times, and then he rides with me in y° evening, but ye mornings I drew me into y dialogue, in the course of which have alle to myselfe; and when I have fulfilled I let fall a saying of Mr. Agnew's which drew mother's behests in y kitchen and still-room, I have nought but to read in our somewhat scant collection of books, the moste part whereof are
Saturday. On Monday I return to Forest Hill. I am well pleased to have yet another Sheepscote sabbath. To-day we had yo rare event of a dinnerguest; soe full of what y rebels are doing, and all y horrors of strife, that he seemed to us quiete folks like y denizen of another world.
from the reverend gentleman a respectfulle look I felt I no way deserved. Soe then I had to explain that the saying was none of mine, and felt ashamed
Aug. 15.-Full sad am I to learn that Mr. Milton hath published another book in advocacy of divorce. Alas, why will he chafe against y chain, and widen the cruel division between us? My father is outrageous on y matter, and speaks soe passionatelie of him, that it is worse than not speaking of him at alle, which latelie I was avised to complain of.
farmer's daughter, woulde be the life and soul of alle the Whitsun-ales, harvest-homes, and haymakings in the country; in short, as fond of idling and merrymaking as I once was myself; only I never was soe riotous.
he shoulde suppose me wiser than I was, especiallie | studdy, housewiferie, and acts of mercy, on howas he commended my modesty. But we progressed ever humble a scale; and find mine owne peace of well, and he soon had the discourse all to himself, mind thereby increased notwithstanding y darkfor Squire Paice came up, and detained father, nesse of public and dullnesse of private affairs. while the doctor and I walked on. I could not Made out y meaning of "cynosure" and "Cimhelp reflecting how odd it was, that I, whom merian darknesse." nature had endowed with such a very ordinarie capacitie, and scarce anie taste for letters, shoulde continuallie be thrown into the company of y cleverest of men-first, Mr. Milton; then Mr. Agnew; and now, this Doctor Jeremy Taylor. But like y other two, he is not merely clever, he is Christian and good. How much I learnt in this short interview! for short it seemed, though it must have extended over a good half hour. He sayd, "Perhaps, young lady, the time may come Aug. 30.-Dick beginneth to fancie himself in when you shall find safer solace in y exercise of love with Audrey Paice-an attachment that will the charities than of y affections. Safer for, doe him noe good; his tastes alreadie want raisnot to consider how a successfulle or unsuccess-ing, and she will onlie lower them, I feare-a fulle passion for a human being of like infirmities comely, romping, noisy girl, that, were she but a with ourselves, oft stains and darkens and shortens the current of life, even the chastened love of a mother for her child, as of Octavia who swooned at Tu, Marcellus, eris'-or of wives for their husbands, as Artemisia and Laodamia, sometimes amounting to idolatry-nay, the love of friend for friend, while alle is sweet influences and animating transports, yet exceeding y reasonableness of that of David for Jonathan, or of our blessed Lord for St. John and the family of Lazarus, may procure far more torment than profit; even if the attach- I look forward with pleasure to my Sheepscote ment is reciprocal, and well grounded, and equallie visitt. Dear mother returneth to-morrow. Good matcht, which often it is not. Then interpose Dr. Taylor hath twice taken y trouble to walk human tempers, and chills, and heates, and slyghtes, over from Oxford to see me, but he hath now left, fancied or intended, which make the vext soul readie and we may never meet agayn. His visitts have to wish it had never existed. How smalle a thing beene very precious to me; I think he hath some is a human heart! you might grasp it in your little glimmering of my sad case; indeed, who knows hand; and yet its strifes and agonies are enough it not? At parting he sayd, smiling, he hoped he to distend a skin that should cover the whole should yet hear of my making offerings to Viriworld! But, in the charities, what peace! yea, placa on Mount Palatine; then added, gravelie, they distill sweetnesse even from y unthankfulle," You know where reall offerings may be made blessing him that gives more than him that re- and alwaies accepted-offerings of spare half-hours ceives; while, in the main, they are laid out at and five minutes, when we shut the closet door and better interest than our warmest affections, and commune with our own hearts and are still." Alsoe bring in a far richer harvest of love and gratitude. he sayd, "There are sacrifices to make which Yet, let our affections have their fitting exercise sometimes wring our very hearts to offer; but our too, staying ourselves with y reflection, that there gracious God accepts them neverthelesse, if our is greater happinesse, after alle things sayd, in feet be really in ye right path, even though, like loving than in being loved, save by the God of love Chryseis, we look back, weeping." who first loved us, and that they who dwell in love dwell in Him."
Then he went on to speak of y manifold acts and divisions of charity; as much, methought, in y vein of a poet as a preacher; and he minded me much of that scene in y tenth book of y Fairie Queene, soe lately read to us by Mr. Agnew, wherein the Red Cross Knight and Una were shown Mercy at her work.
I beginne to see faults in Dick and Harry I never saw before. Is my taste bettering, or my temper worsenning? At alle events, we have noe cross words, for I expect them not to alter, knowing how hard it is to doe soe by myself.
He saydBut how manie things as beantifulle and true did I hear my husband say, which passed by me like y idle wind that I regarded not!
Sept. 8.-Harry hath just broughte in yo news of his M' success in the west. Lord Essex's army hath beene completely surrounded by the royal troops; himself forct to escape in a boat to Plymouth, and all the arms, artillerie, baggage, Aug. 10.-A pack-horse from Sheepscote just &c., of Skippon's men have fallen into y hands reported, laden with a goodlie store of books, be- of the king. Father is soe pleased that he hath sides sundrie smaller tokens of Rose's thought-mounted the flag, and given double allowance of fulle kindnesse. I have now methodicallie divided ale to his men.
my time into stated hours, of prayer, exercise, I wearie to hear from Robin.
Sheepscote, Oct. 10.-How sweete a picture of | 16th.-Walking together, this morning, Rose rural life did Sheepscote present, when I arrived was avised to say, “Did Mr. Milton ever tell you here this afternoon! The water being now much the adventures of y Italian lady?"-" Rely on it out, the face of the countrie presented a new as- he never did," sayd Mr. Agnew. "Milton is as pect; there were men threshing the walnut trees, modest a man as ever breathed-alle men of first children and women putting y nuts into osier bas- class genius are soe."-"What was y' adventure?" kets, a bailiff on a white horse overlooking them, I askt, curiouslie.—“ Why, I neede not tell you, and now and then galloping to another party, and Moll, that John Milton, as a youth, was extremelie splashing through the water. Then we found Mr. handsome, even beautifull. His color came and Agnew equallie busie with his apples, mounted half | went soe like a girl's, that we of Christ's college way up one of the trees, and throwing cherry pippins down into Rose's apron, and now and then making as though he would pelt her; onlie she dared him, and woulde not be frightened. Her donkey, chewing apples in y corner, with the cider running out of his mouth, presented a ludicrous image of enjoyment, and 't was evidently enhanct by Giles' brushing his rough coat with a birch besom, instead of minding his owne businesse of sweeping the walk. The sun, shining man presentlie cast himself, and, having walked with mellow light on the mown grass and fresh clipt hornbeam hedges, made even y commonest objects distinet and cheerfulle; and y air was soe cleare, we coulde hear y village children afar off at theire play.
Rose had abundance of delicious new honey in y comb, and bread hot from the oven, for our earlie supper. Dick was tempted to stay too late; however, he is oft as late, now, returning from Audrey Paice, though my mother likes it not.
used to call him the lady,' and thereby annoy him noe little. One summer afternoone he and I and young King (Lycidas, you know) had started on a country walk, (the countrie is not pretty, round Cambridge,) when we met in with an acquaintance whom Mr. Milton affected not, soe he sayd he would walk on to ye first rising ground and wait us there. On this rising ground stood a tree, beneath which our impatient young gentle
shew, which we watcht sharplie, exprest their admiration of his appearance and posture, which woulde have suited an Arcadian well enough. The younger lady, hastilie taking out a pencil and paper, wrote something which she laughinglie shewed her companion, and then put into y sleeper's hand. Thereupon, they got into their caroche, and drove off. King and I, dying with curiositie to know what she had writ, soon roused our friend and possest ourselves of y secret. The verses ran thus
fast, and the weather being warm, soon falls asleep as sounde as a top. Meantime, King and I quit our friend and saunter forward pretty easilie. Anon comes up with us a caroche,. with something I know not what of outlandish in its build ; and within it, two ladies, one of them having the fayrest face I ever set eyes on, present companie duly excepted. The caroche having passed us, King and I mutuallie express our admiration, and thereupon, preferring turf to dust, got on the other side the hedge, which was not soe thick but that 15th.-Rose is quite in good spiritts now, and we coulde make out the caroche, and see the ladies we goe on most harmoniouslie and happilie. Alle descend from it, to walk up the hill. Having our tastes are now in common; and I never more reached the tree, they paused in surprise at seeenjoyed this union of seclusion and society. Being Milton asleep beneath it; and in prettie dumb sides, Mr. Agnew is more than commonlie kind, and never speaks sternlie or sharplie to me now. Indeed, this morning, looking thoughtfullie at me, he sayd, "I know not, cousin, what change has come over you, but you are now alle that a wise man coulde love and approve.' I sayd, It must be owing then to Dr. Jeremy Taylor, who had done me more goode, it woulde seeme, in three lessons, than he or Mr. Milton coulde imparte in thirty or three hundred. He sayd he was inclined to attribute it to a higher source than that; and yet, there was doubtlesse a great knack in teaching, and there was a good deal in liking the teacher. He had alwaies hearde y doctor spoken of as a good, pious, and clever man, though rather too high a prelatist. I sayd, "There were good men of alle sorts; there "Milton colored, crumpled them up, and yet was Mr. Milton, who woulde pull y church down; put them in his pocket; then askt us what the there was Mr. Agnew, who woulde onlie have it lady was like. And herein lay the pleasantry of mended; and there was Dr. Jeremy Taylor, who y° affair; for I truly told him she had a pearwas content with it as it stoode." Then Rose shaped face, lustrous black eyes, and a skin that askt me of y Puritanical preachers. Then I shewed il bruno il bel non toglie;' whereas, showed her how they preached, and made her King, in his mischief, drew a fancy portrait, laugh. But Mr. Agnew would not laugh. But much liker you, Moll, than the incognita, which I made him laugh at last. Then he was angrie hit Milton's taste soe much better, that he was with himself and with me; only not very angry; believed for his payns; and then he declared that and sayd, I had a right to a name which he knew I had beene describing the duenna !- Some had beene given me, of " cleaving mischief." I knew not he knew of it, and was checked, though I laught it off.
Occhi, stelle mortali,
time after, when Milton beganne to talk of visiting Italy, we bantered him, and sayd he was going to look for y' incognita. He stoode it well, and sayd,
Laugh on! do you think I mind you? Not a bit.' | askance. I think he did."
"I suppose I mighte as well think I had found a corner of ye land where there was And soe, flung it over y
Just at this turn, Mr. Agnew stumbled at some-noe originall sin."
thing in the long grass. rustie horse-pistol. His once from gay to grave.
such things hereabouts yet," cried he, viewing it
From Chambers' Journal.
A FEW SHORT YEARS.
A FEW short vears-and then
What changes Time hath wrought!
So strange they seem, we scarce can deem The world, our life, ourselves are aught But one long fitful dream.
The clouds that fly
Across the sky,
Waves tossed upon the sea,
Our fitting emblems be.
A few short years-and then
Where are the hopes that shone
-First class geniuses are alwaies modest, are they?—Then I should say that young Italian lady's genius was not of y° first class.
RETRIBUTION OR, THE VALE OF SHADOWs. A Tale of Passion. By Emma D. E. Nevitt Southworth. New York: Harper & Brothers.
This volume, which first appeared as a serial in the Era, revised and enlarged, forms No. 130 of the Library of Select Novels, published by_the Harpers. The series includes the writings of Bul
When youth with flowers enwreathed the hours, wer, Bremer, James, Andersen, Jerrold, and How
And earth had but one music tone
Of joy for us and ours?
The rainbow's hues,
The morning's dews,
The trembling sheen
More stable are than they.
A few short years-and then Where is the ad'mant chain
That passion wrought, and madly thought Nor time nor change could ever strain Till life's last strife was fought? A rope of sand,
A goss'mer band;
The filmy threads at e'en
That rose so high against the sky,
A card-house made
A few short years—and then
Where is the mighty grief
That wrung the heart with torture's art, And made it feel that its relief
Time's hand could ne'er impart?
A stream that 's burst,
And done its worst,
Then left the heaven more clear;
A night-mare dread,
With morning fled,
A few short years—and then
What of our life remains,
The smiles and tears of other years, Of passion's joys, of sorrow's pains, Ambition's hopes and fears?
itt, and other distinguished writers of fiction; but it may well be doubted whether, in terseness of diction, searching analysis of character, intensity of passion, and power of description, any one of them can be regarded as superior to this production of our countrywoman. Without being liable to the charge of imitation, "Retribution" reminds us of Jane Eyre, and the later productions of that school. It has their strength and sustained intensity, while it embodies, as they can scarcely be said to do, an important moral lesson. It is well called a Tale of Passion. Painfully intense, its heat scorches as we read. Some of its scenes are overdrawn; mind and heart revolt and protest against those terrific outbursts of passion, on the part of the beautiful fiend, who drags down in her fatal embrace the proud, self-deceived statesman. There are a few feeble passages, and some extravagant ones. But, as a whole, we do not hesitate to say, that it is worthy of a place with Brockden Brown's Wieland, Arthur Mervyn, and Edgar Huntley, the only American romances with which we can properly compare it. It cannot fail to be widely read, and we doubt not its success will warrant its author in the entire devotion of her extraordinary powers to a department of literature which, under the influence of a well-principled mind, a generous heart, and healthful sympathies, may be made the medium of teaching lessons of virtue and honor, the Christian duty of self-denial, and heroic devotion to the right and the true, but which has been too often the channel through which impure fancies, stimulants to already over-excited passions, enervating the body and poisoning the soul, have been sent forth on their errands of evil. J. G. W.
[AGAINST RASH JUDGMENTS.]
"ALAS! how unreasonable as well as unjust a thing it is for any to censure the inwards of another, when we see that even good men are not able to dive through the mystery of their own! Be assured there can be but little honesty, without thinking as well as possible of others; and there can be no safety without thinking humbly and distrustfully of ourselves."-Dean Young, vol. 1, p. 230.
From the London Times, Oct. 2.
does exist between Russia and Turkey, by which Turkey is bound to give up Russian refugees, the same treaty would compel Russia to surrender Turkish refugees to the demands of the Porte. If this be not the state of the case, and Turkey be bound to make concessions which she is not entitled to exact, then the position in which she stands to Russia is not that of an ally, but of a dependent.
THE issue of the Hungarian war has been followed by consequences for which we were wholly unprepared; and which threaten to disturb, if not the peace of Europe, at least the amicable relations of the western courts of Europe with that of St. Petersburg. There seems to be no reason for doubting that the Russian ambassador at St. This would be the case if the refugees who had Petersburg has made a formal demand of the Porte crossed the Turkish frontier, and domiciled themfor the surrender of the Hungarian revolutionists selves on Turkish soil, were Russian subjects. who took refuge within its territories. There But in what relation do the two powers appear to seems to be just as little reason for doubting that each other, when the exiles whose bodies Russia the demand has been rejected, and that the Rus- demands are aliens, whose subjection she does not sian ambassador has received orders from his own pretend to claim, and whose homage she has no court to quit Constantinople immediately. Should right to enforce? If any power has a right to these reports prove to be as well founded as we make this claim, it is Austria; and Austria could believe them to be, a rupture between the Porte do it only by virtue of treaties. The Emperor and the court of St. Petersburg is at hand, which of Russia has no more right to do so than the Emwill very possibly terminale in a general European peror of China-unless it be on the faith of some On the course pursued by Russia on this clause in the treaty of Unkiar Skelessi, or on the occasion it is hardly necessary to dilate. There faith of the weakness and helplessness which sugcan be but one opinion upon it, whether it be re-gested and dictated that strange compact. garded in its relation to the comity or to the equity This is the true solution of the problem. Rusof nations. It transgresses, it tramples on, both. It violates the established rules by which the intercourse of civilized countries has been heretofore guided. It perils the peace of Europe while it violates its laws.
as of inhumanity. The Porte will not surrender the exiles who have thrown themselves on her soil, even to the powerful sovereign who can bring into the field 700,000 men. Stripped of nearly all her strength-with little but the traditions of her past splendor remaining-distracted from within and menaced from without-Turkey still clings firmly to the noblest article of her faith, and holds it like a shield over the helpless and the humbled, against the autocrat of the strongest empire in the world.
sia is strong and the Porte is weak. Russia exacts with the view of obtaining a servile concession or provoking an unequal conflict. The answer of the Porte has been worthy of its former greatness. The morality of Moslem shames the profligacy of We can the more easily afford to speak thus of Christian morals. The Hungarian refugees are Russian policy, because we have supported it in beaten, vanquished men. As such, they are enthe recent Austrian dissensions. But the present titled to the pity of all nations. They are stranaspect of Russia is a very different affair. She gers, seeking the hospitality of a people with whom appears in a character, for which, if there be pre-hospitality is an article of religious faith. As such, cedent, there is no justification. In the demand to abandon them would be an act of impiety as well which she now makes upon the Turkish court, Russia asserts a right of interference which has never yet been accorded to any nation. She actually seeks to extort from Turkey a violation of that which has always been considered a law binding on all civilized communities. The very admission of foreigners into any state-whatever be their description-is a guarantee that the sovereign of that state will extend to them the rights of native subjects. This generally understood law can be neutralized or modified only by special con"The sovereign," says Vattel, "ought not And the power which does this is the ally-the to grant an entrance into his state for the purpose ancient ally of England. True, we have not alof drawing foreigners into a snare; as soon as he ways behaved to her either with the honesty or admits them, he engages to protect them as his the affection of allies. There have been untoward own subjects, and to afford them perfect security events in our relations which we should take an as far as depends upon himself." (Book II., opportunity of repairing. She is the ally also of chap. 8.) If there has been any clause in a treaty France. France, too, has a reputation to repair. either secret or avowed by which refugees are to The two countries have blustered and declaimed be mutually given up by each of the contracting much about upholding the liberties and civilization powers, then this general law is specially abro- of the world. The time has now come when these gated. But, in the first place, these treaties, for promises should be made good and these boastings the most part, refer to felonious crimes, which it justified. The question is, shall we, or shall we is the interest of all civil societies to punish, and not, abandon an ancient ally and acquiesce in an not to political misconduct, of which a foreign arrogant dictation which insults all the states of state can hardly be supposed to be a judge. In Europe? Having decided what is the proper the second place, they make the mutuality a con- course to take, shall we content ourselves with dition of the contract. So that, supposing a treaty peddling protests and peaceful jeremiads? On