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on for the production of movement. We put in jeopardy the well-being of his body may, moreover, fairly suppose such an activ- at large. ity to be beneficial to the other co-operative In fact, it is a very fair question for inorgans of the body as well as to the muscular quiry whether health is not after all the one machine itself. What is good for the mus- sole condition of strength ? Is there not for cles of the trunk and limbs will be good also each man a certain harmony of his corporeal for that muscular organ, the beart, and members essential to the due growth and through the strengthening of the heart the full power of each member, whichever it whole of the body will be invigorated. may be, and reaching perfection only when Every organ, too, will be encouraged to a each member is perfect too? Is there not a larger work by the stress thrown upon it; normal diet, the diet of true health, differfor the benefit of exercise is not contined to ent for different men, but fixed for the same muscle only, but may be witnessed in every man, whatever be the use to wbich he put tissue or particle that has life.

his body? To such a diet there would of We might, then, bid the athlete to eat as course be the correlative task, the fixed much meat as he can; but we must at the amount of labour which a man must undersame time warn him to beware of interfering go as an element of health and strength with general health. Some part of bim quite as essential as food itself. On all would suffer through a lack of starch and these matters, crude, unlearned experience fat in the food, while, on the other hand, he can never pass an unassailable judgment; might push forward his tissue-changes so far the final appeal must be made to physiology. that the body would be unable to get rid of But at present, as we have seen, the voice

of the accumulated waste products. In either physiology, though it is often echoed very case discomfort or distress would put a limit loudly, is only an uncertain sound. to his working power. He must be careful,

M. FOSTER, JUN. even for the sake of his muscles, never to


The pilot of his people through the strife,

With his strong purpose turning scorn to (The following beautiful lines by Professor praise. Nichol of Glasgow, a staunch friend of the Ev'n at the close of battle reft of life North throughout the war, may be new to

And fair inheritance of quiet days. some of our readers.)

Defeat and triumph found him calm and just; An end at last! The echoes of the war

He showed how clemency could temper The weary war beyond the western waves — power: Die in the distance. Freedom's rising star

And dying, left to future times in trust Beacons above a hundred thousand graves !

The memory of his brief victorious hour. The graves of heroes who have won the fight – O'ermastered by the irony of fate, Who, in the storming of the stubborn town,

The last and greatest martyr of his cause; Have rung the marriage peal of might and Slain like Achilles at the Scæan gate, right,

He saw the end, and fixed “the purer laws." And scaled the cliffs and cast the dragon down.

May these endure and, as his work, attest

The glory of his honest h art and hand; Peans of armies thrill across the sea,

The simplest and the bravest and the bestTill Europe answers, “Let the struggle

The Moses and the Cromwell of his land. cease; The bloody page is turned - the next may be Too late the pioneers of modern spite, For ways of pleasantness and paths of peace.” Awestricken by the universal gloom,

See his name lustrous in death's sable night, A golden morn - a dawn of better things

And offer tardy tribute at his tomb.
The olive - clasping of hands again
A noble lesson read to conquering kings

But we who have been with him all the while – A sky that tempests had not scoured in vain. Who knew his worth and loved him long

ago This from America we hoped, and him Rejoice that in the circuit of our isle Who ruled her “in the spirit of his creed."

There is no room at last for Lincoln's foe. Does the hope last, when all our eyes are dim, - Spectator.

(John Nichol. As History records her darkost deed ?

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CONTENTS. 1. Arthur Hugh Clough, - his Life and Poems

Cornhill Magazine, 2. The Village on the Clift. Part 4.

Miss Thackeray, 3. The Winter Garden of Europe

Spectator, 4. The Oberland and its Glaciers 5. The Claverings. Part 9.

Mr. Trollope, 6. The Church in the Catacombs

Contemporary Review, 7. Tact

Saturday Review, POETRY: By the Waters of Babylon, 258. The War Blacksmith, 320.


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we smote


BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON. Their sweets and spices and their tender

green, B. c. 570.

O'er them in noontide heat outspread their

shield. Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone; Yet these are they whose fathers had not been

The curse is come upon me, and I waste Housed with my dogs, whom hip and thigh
In penal torment powerless to atone.
The curse is come on me, which makes no haste And with their blood washed their pollutions

And doth not tarry, crushing both the proud
Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.

Purging the land which spewed them from its Look not upon me, for my soul is bowed

throat; Within me, as my body in this mire ;

Their daughters took we for a pleasant prey, My soul crawls dumb-struck, sore-bested and Choice tender ones on whom the fathers doat. cowed.

Now they in turn have led their own away; As Sodom and Gomorrah scourged by fire, Our daughters and our sisters and our wives As Jericho before God's trumpet-peal,

Sore weeping as they weep who curse the day, So we the elect ones perish in His ire. To live, remote from help, dishonoured lives, Vainly we gird on sackcloth, vainly kneel Soothing their drunken masters with a song,

With famished faces toward Jerusalem : Or dancing in their golden tinkling gyves :

His heart is shut against us not to feel, Accurst if they remember through the long His ears against our cry He shutteth them, Estrangement of their exile, twice accursed His hand He shorteneth that He will not If they forget and join the accursed throng. save,

How doth my heart that is so wrung not burst His law is loud against us to condemn : When I remember that my way was plain, And we, as unclean bodies in the grave

And that God's candle lit me at the first, Inheriting corruption and the dark,

Whilst now I grope in darkness, grope in vain, Are outcast from His presence which we Desiring but to find Him Who is lost,

To find Him once again, but once again. Our Mercy hath departed from His Ark, His wrath came on us to the uttermost,

Our Glory hath departed from His rest, His covenanted and most righteous wrath :

Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark Yet this is He of whom we made our boast, Unto all pitiless eyes made manifest.

Who lit the Fiery Pillar in our path, Our very Father hath forsaken us,

Who swept the Red Sea dry before our feet, Our God hath cast us from Him: we op- Who in His jealousy smote kings, and hath pressed

Sworn once to David : One sball fill thy seat Unto our foes are even marvellous,

Born of thy body, as the sun and moon A hissing and a butt for pointing hands, 'Stablished for aye in sovereignty complete. Whilst God Almighty hunts and grinds us O Lord, remember David, and that soon.

The Glory hath departed, Ichabod ! For He hath scattered us in alien lands,

Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon, Our priests, our princes, our anointed king, Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod, And bound us hand and foot with brazen Before we go down quick into the pit, bands.

Remember us for good, O God, our God :Here while I sit my painful heart takes wing Thy Name will I remember, praising it,

Home to the home-land I must see no more, Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Where milk and honey flow, where waters Thy face, spring

And blot me from the Book which Thou And fail not, where I dwelt in days of yore

hast writ;
Under my fig tree and my fruitful vine, Thy Name will I remember in thy praise,
There where my parents dwelt at ease before : And call to mind Thy faithfulness of old,
Now strangers press the olives that are mine, Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,

Reap all the corners of my harvest-field, And end me as a tale ends that is told.
And make their fat hearts wanton with my

CHRISTINA G. RossETTI. To them my trees, to them my garden yield Macmillan's Magazine.


thus ;


From the Cornhill Magazine. at that time from Rugby. They forcibly

illustrate the power and nature of Dr. CLOUGH'S LIFE AND POEMS. Arnold's influence, the high moral atmos

phere which pervaded the school, and the ARTHUR Hugh Clough was born at almost unhealthy sense of responsibility and Liverpool in 1819. His lineage was of premature importance which was forced some antiquity and distinction; among his upon the older boys. Life between the age ancestors he counted a great-granddaughter of ten and nineteen was already a most of Henry VII. Not long before his birth serious thing to some of Arnold's pupils. his father, the third son of a family of ten They worked at their own education and children, left the Welsh valleys in which the at the improvement of their little world as Cloughs had been established for about three consciously and zealously as a London clercenturies, and settled as a merchant in Liv- gyman among his flock, or a philosopher inerpool. When Arthur was four years old tent on the production of a new system, the whole family removed to Charleston in combining self-culture and missionary laSouth America, where his childhood was bours in one continued effort of elaborate passed in close companionship with his mo- earnestness. Clough was soon filled with ther. Mrs. Clough seems to have been a the spirit of the place, which showed itself remarkable woman. She laid in her son's in a profound belief that Rugby was “the character the foundation of that earnestness best of all public schools, which are the best and sense of duty which was afterwards to kind of schools !” Nor was he content to be developed by the influence of Dr. Arnold. enjoy the advantages of his position merely: In this respect Arthur Clough formed no he felt himself an integral part of the sysexception to the rule that great mothers tem, a member on whom in a great measure are most important in the formation of its welfare was dependent, and who was great men. " She had no love of beauty,” bound to sacrifice his own interests when says her daughter, “ but stern integrity was neeilful to the common good. “I sometimes at the bottom of her character. She loved think,” he writes, “ of giving up fagging what was grand, noble, and enterprising, hard here, and doing all my extra work in and was truly religious. There was an the holidays, so as to have my time here enthusiasm about her that took hold of us, free for these two objects :- 1st, the imand made us see vividly the things that she provement of the school; 2nd, the publicataught us." With this mother Clough read tion and telling abroad of the merits of the Pope's Iliad and Oilyssey, the lives of school by means of the Magazine.” These Leonidas, Epaminondas, and Columbus, and ideas governed his whole school life. Much the history of the Protestant struggles in of his time was spent in conducting the the Netherlands, shaping his early ideal of Rugby Magazine, and in extending his pernobleness by such examples of heroic self- sonal influence by “ associating with fellows devotion to great causes. He was graver for their good.” The vigour of his language and more thoughtful than other boys, apt is not a little remarkable. “I verily beto use set phrases, and not a little pedantic lieve my whole being is soaked through in his views of life. At the age of ten he with the wishing and hoping and striving to writes to tell his sister that the holidays are do the school good, or rather to keep it up going to begin in these solemn words : “ The and hinder it from falling in this (I do summer vacation is now just approaching, think) very critical time, so that all my cares after which time we shall be conducted, and affections and conversation, thoughts. either by uncle Alfred or uncle Charles, to words, and deeds look to that involuntarily." Rugby, which is not far from Leamington, At another time he says, "I don't know at which place cousin Eliza is at school.” which to think the greatest, the blessing of His letter ends with this elaborate sentence: being under Arnold, or the curse of being “ Were you not grieved to hear that mag- without a home." And again, “ At school, nificent building, York Minster, had been where I am loved by many, and where I partly destroyed through the destructive am living under, and gathering, wisdom means of fire ?"

from, a great and good man, such a prosClough's family remained at Charleston, pect makes me tremble, for it seems to be while he was sent to school at Rugby and too fair for earth.” At the same time he his brother George to Chester. It was then writes to his younger brother, impressing that the most remarkable period in his life be upon his softer mind the duties of practical gan, a period of promise and hope which were religion, of steadiness of aim, and of condestined to much disappointment. It is stant striving against indolence. There worth while to dwell upon his letters written was little indolence in Clough's life at that time. Indeed, though vigorous by constitu- | the younger men, “ asking you your opinions tion and athletic in bis habits, his health on every possible subject of this kind you seems to have been greatly broken by too can enumerate ; beginning with Covent assiduous study and premature anxiety. Garden and Macready, and certainly not

Perhaps we may be inclined to think that ending till you got to the question of the there is something morbid in all this. Yet, al- moral sense and deontology." Nothing lowing for the peculiar tone which Rugby could be more different from the vigorous under Arnold's influence acquired, we must simplicity with which Arnold impressed admire this single-hearted interest in the wel- upon bis pupils his own definite conclusions fare of a school, this enthusiasm for the charac- on intellectual or moral questions. Clough's ter of a great teacher, this constant shaping philosophy was deranged: multitudes of of daily thoughts and actions to a high things about which he thought he had unselfish end. We cannot but feel that for attained to certainty, became unsettled; a boy, as well as for a man, such a moral and he did not live long enough to regain a condition is good. We cannot but compare clear insight. Perhaps this was inevitable; this spirit, if overstrained yet vigorous, with the bent of his mind seems to have inclined the selfishness, low aims, and lack of purity him to an almost morbid scrupulousness, and in many schools.

to speculation without end. He equally Unfortunately, it was excessive. Clough distrusted his own instincts and the opinions seems never to have recovered from the of the world, while the moral sensitiveness hotbed system of Rugby. His physical and to which he was constitutionally inclined mental health suffered in consequence of had been augniented rather than diminished that precocious development. When he by his school life. Other men are able entered the larger world of Oxford, with after a time to dismiss the insoluble problems principles adapted to the sphere which he which must suggest themselves to every had left, he seemed to have lost the plasti- thinking mind, or at least to entertain them city of youth. Questions which might have only as matters of inquiry independent of proved a lighter burden to less conscious the real concerns of life. But Clough carand formed characters, disturbed his peace; ried them about with him; they formed the his old confidence was gone; and by the foreground and the background to all his time of his leaving college for the world of pictures of the world; they hung, like a London, one might already have applied to thick cloud over his spirit and lay like him what was originally said of a greater obstacles upon the path which he desired to poet, “ Il était un jeune homme d'un bien tread. Thus the great force of character beau passé.”.

which in times of more settled opinion One of the characteristics of the Rugbe- would have rendered him distinguished as a ians of that day was a profound belief in an of action was neutralized ; and the the institution to which they belonged. genius which might have been employed They seemed never to forget that when upon some solid work of art, was trittered other youths were boys they had been men; away and ob cured by doubts. Ilis own that while others had picked up ideas and thoughts corroded the intellect which gave opinions here and there by chance, they them birth, and the best powers of his bad received the sharp and glittering coin- nature were left 10 prey upon themselves. age of Arnold's brain. This made them, as It may be asked why we should dwell all the members of a new and pushing body upon this spectacle of a baffled intellect? must be, somewhat insufferable.

They Nor would it be easy to answer this question formed themselves into“ a bigh Arnold set,” were it not for another side of Clough's and sought the improvement of their col- character in which we ste the real greatness lege by extending to its members the of the man. Hampered as he always readvantage of possessing Rugby friends. mained by the unsolved problems of the Clough began his life at Balliol in this strain. world, he was yet content to wait and trust A flourish of trumpets had preceded his re- though everything around him seemed couception as senior scholar of the year 1836, fused and dark. Such daily work as came and the most brilliant career was expected to bim he did with all his might. Above of him. But he soon .submitted to the all things he refused to acquiesce in makegenius of the place. Instead of proselytiz- believe religions and opinions of which he ing he seemed likely to become a proselyte. had discerned the hollowness. In the midst

. The doctrines of J. H. Newman and the of doubt about the proper object of lite, he Tractarian party were then disturbing Ox- never swerved from the conviction that ford. Clough came under the influence of there was a duty to be obeyed, a law of Ward, who was zealous in dialectics among right and wrong which should not be traus

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