any loss, ethically or artistically. They see Mr. Mozley's answer to Hume contains in the story as vividly as if it were taking it all the elements of the most conclusive place before their eyes; miracles do not refutation we have yet seen. He argues happen nowadays; ergo, they did not hap- that our reliance on the uniformity of nature pen then. Mr. Mozley is nowhere happier is no conclusion of the reason, simply bethan in his answers to these classes of dis- cause the occurrence of something entirely putants. To those who, unwilling to disbe- contrary to it involves no logical contradiclieve in miracles altogether, and yet unable tion; that it is in fact a mere instinct, most to supply a philosophical theory of them, useful in its province, but liable at any time relegate them from the substantial domain to interruption if an exception occur to of reason to the nebulous atmosphere of break the uniformity in question. Here and faith, Mr. Mozley replies by showing (and there his argument seems to halt, from the this is singularly well done) that faith is as defective mode of statement of which we strictly a function of the reason as any have complained; but it is, in our belief, other of the intellectual processes. To the thoroughly sound, when well and clearly put. imaginative-historian class, whether writers Oddly enough, wherever the chain of reaor readers, who see all the past in the light soning seems feeble, Mr. Mozley is able to of to-day, he quietly suggests that all ages support it by a passage from Hume. Some are not alike; that, notably, a time at which of these latter can hardly be palatable to the a Divine revelation is vouchsafed (supposing admirers of the philosopher. We gather an event so entirely anti-material to occur) from them what we had concluded from his is one in which miracles not only may hap-"Life," that Hume. was essentially a Logopen, but must, if the revelation is to have machus, and only accidently a religious an authenticating guarantee to any one be- sceptic; that his amusement was to invent yond the actual receiver of it. We wish he all the objections that could be started had added a protest against the tendency of against everything whatever, his own previwriters of this class, when they either cannot ous conclusions included; and that religion or dare not wholly deny the existence of only fell in for his special regards because miracles, to pare them down, in number or it came before him in an especially offensive in magnitude. It is a tempting work to the attitude. Anyhow, in Mr. Mozley's pages, ingenuity of the "philosophical historian," Hume's Pyrrhonism does unexpected, and as he delight to call himself; but perfection very possibly involuntary, service. in this line was attained some twenty-five years ago by a German pundit, who philosophized the Tempter's showing our Lord all We have exceeded our limits, however, the kingdoms of the earth and the glory of and have as yet hardly got beyond the faultthem, by the sublime suggestion, "on a finding stage. We should add that the map;" and moreover the operation is, after faults of the work are wholly on the surface all, rather a pusillanimous one. These gen- and in the arrangement; that the matter is tlemen should face their difficulties manfully. as solid and as logical as that of any book Did the Resurrection happen, or did it not? within recent memory, and that it abounds If it did, it knocks a hole in the materialis- in striking passages, of which we have scarcetic theory broad enough to admit any num-ly been able even to give a sample. No future ber of minor miracles in its wake; if it did arguer against miracles can afford to pass it not, the religion that has changed the whole over. We again repeat that we wish heartcomplexion of the world is founded on a fa- ily to see it reproduced in an amended ble, and all their pretty little historiettes are form. so much waste paper. Mr. Swinburne's " Poems and Ballads" have been withdrawn from circulation by the Messrs. Moxon & Co, who appear to have come rather tardily to the conclusion that a production so offensive to morality, and even to common decency, does no credit to a house which has hitherto held a high place among our publishing firms. It may be said of this work that it is not only objectionable in itself, but the cause of a great deal of objectionable writing in others. We commented last week on the needlessly plain terms in which the Saturday Review de nounced Mr. Swinburne's indecencies; and this week the Pall Mall Gazette, in its issue of Monday evening, committed the same error. Some of the most corrupt of the poet's expressions are superfluously picked out, and exhibited by the critic; and the very worst passage in the volume is quoted at length. When Virtue undertakes to be the showman to Vice, no matter with what amount of shuddering and indignant protest, she is little better than a pander. - London Review. THE BOSTON TRANSCRIPT. 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But we do not prepay postage on less than a year; nor where we have to pay a commission for forwarding the money. Price of the First Series, in Cloth, 36 volumes, 90 dollars. Second The Complete work 20 50 Any Volume Bound, 3 dollars; Unbound, 2 dollars. The sets, or volumes, will be sent at the expense of the publishers. The neighboring troop, the flashing blade, For like the dreadful hurricane Long had the doubtful conflict raged Across the surging plain, For ne'er such fight before had waged Full many a Northern breath has swept And long the pitying sky hath wept That frowned on that dread fray. Sons of "the dark and bloody ground," Your own proud land's heroic soil Must be your fitter grave; Now 'neath their parent turf they rest, Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead, While Fame her record keeps, Yon faithful herald's blazoned stone, Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's flight, From the North British Review. KEBLE AND THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.' THE closing chapter of Lockhart's Life of Scott begins with these words: We read in Solomon, "The heart knoweth its own bitterness, and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy;" and a wise poet of our own time thus beautifully expands the saying "Why should we faint and fear to live alone, that spiritual religion was a thing of the heart, and that neither Episcopacy nor Presbytery availeth anything. But here were men,able, learned, devout-minded men, maintaining that outward rites and ceremonies were of the very essence, and that, where these were not, there was no true Christianity. How could men, such as these were reported to be, really go back themselves and try to lead others back to what were but the beggarly elements? It was all very perplexing, not to say irritat ing. However, there might be something more behind which a young man could not understand. So he would wait and see what he would see. Soon he came to know On glancing to the footnote to see who the that the only portions of Oxford society, wise poet of our own time might be, the read- unaffected by the new influence, were the er saw the name of Keble and The Christian two extremes. The older dons, that is, the Year. To many in Scotland this was the heads of houses, and the senior tutors, were earliest intimation of the existence of the unmoved by it, except to opposition. The poet, and the work that has immortalized whole younger half of the undergraduates him. On obtaining a copy of The Christian generally took no part in it. But the great Year, and studying it, readers could not body that lay between these extremes, that but be struck by a lyric here and there, is, most of the younger fellows of colleges, which opened a new vein, and struck a and most of the scholars and elder undernote of meditative feeling, not like any-graduates, at least those of them who read thing they had heard before. But the little book contained much that was strange and unintelligible, some things even startling. Very vague were the rumours which at that time reached Scotland of the author. Men said he belonged to a party of Churchmen who were making a great stir in Oxford, and leavening the University with a kind of thought which was novel, and supposed to be dangerous. The most definite thing said was that the new school had a general Romanizing tendency. But this must be a mistake or strange exaggeration. Folly and sentimentalism might no doubt be for a time in vogue at Oxford. But as for Romanism, the revival of such antiquated nonsense was simply impossible in this enlightened nineteenth century. Such was the kind of talk that went on when Scott's Life appeared in 1838. For more exact information, young men who were inquisitive had to wait, till a few years later gave them opportunities of seeing for themselves, and coming into personal contact with what was actually going on in Oxford. It was a strange experience, for a young man trained anywhere, much more for one born and bred in Scotland, and trained within The Kirk, to enter Oxford when the religious movement was at its height. He found himself all at once in the midst of a system of teaching which unchurched himself and all whom he had hitherto known. In his simplicity he had believed or thought at all, were in some way or other busy with the new questions. When in time the new-comer came to know some of the men who sympathized with the movement, the first impression was of something constrained and artificial in their manners and deportment. High character and abili ty many of them were said to have; but to a chance observer it seemed that, in as far as their system had moulded them, it had made them the opposite of natural in their views of things, and in their whole mental attitude. You almost longed for some free breath of mountain air to sweep away the stifling atmosphere that was about you. This might come partly, no doubt, from the feeling with which you knew that these men must from their system regard you, and all who had the misfortune to be born outside of their sacred pale. Not that they ever expressed such views in your hearing. Good manners, as well as their habitual reserve, forbade this. But, though they did not say it, you knew quite well what they felt. And if at any time the young barbarian' put a direct question, or made a remark which went straight at these opinions, they would only look at him, astonished at his rudeness and profanity, and would shrink into themselves. Now and then, however, it would happen that some adherent, or even leading man of the movement, more frank and outspoken than the rest, would deign to speak out his prin |