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duty in the matter. It is pretty certain, verts among the unmarried is not so clear. however, that the adoption of such a rule We can imagine a young Zulu or Chocktaw, would smooth the path of the missionaries a Dyak or Bheel, brought up by a converted in dealing with the heathens already mar- father, relapsing into heathenism until he ried. If the savage were not asked to had stocked his kraal or hovel with wives. make sacrifices, he would probably take The question raised by Bishop Colenso is more readily to baptism and to the secular one of very curious interest, and one on instruction which the missionary stations so which Convocation might be no less profitaabundantly and temptingly offer him. bly employed than it has lately been on the Whether it would lead to an increase of con- seven Essayists and Reviewers.

Side Winds. By Morton Rac. London: Saun- ' and whose loss to all, the old and young, the

ders, Otley, and Co., 66 Brook Street, Han- heroine is called upon to repair when she is no over Square.

more than sixteen years of age. Her struggles A MORAL tale, in which an honest, sincere, as when upon the death of her father and mother

in this position are admirably described, as well and sensible clergyman takes, with a young lady she removes to the house of her brother-in-law, to whom he is betrothed, an active part in pro- and the death of a sister (married to a clergyducing the denouement. The leading characters are two women-one a fashionable lady, neg

man) compels her to undertake the difficult task lected by her husband,

and beset by the snares of watching over her nieces and superintending of a villain, who, at the same time he is seeking their

education. In all that relates to her brothto mislead her, is offering his addresses to an exquisitely told, and cannot fail to be read with

ers and sister and brother-in-law the story is other-the second heroine-who has suddenly the deepest interest. The close of the book is and singularly become the possessor of a large fortune. The contrast between these two women not, however, equal to the commencement. It -the innocent but giddy wife, and the lady pos trifling dialogues : the handsome nicce “ Fanny

is filled with trifling incidents and still more sessed of wealth—a scheming, heartless, ambi- becomes insipid, and the learned niece “ Cecilia” tious worldly woman, is drawn with great tact and power.

The manner, too, in which the a very great bore. The merits of the book are naturally religious feelings of the one and the ir- greater and more conspicuous than its failings; regular sentiments of the other lead the first back and we close its pages wishing well to the to virtue and to peace; and urge the latter to clergyman's daughter,” and hoping that she persist in vice, with all 'its cares and troubles, is may be yet happily married to a certain “Major well and effectively described. There are some being united seventeen years previously, but

Beresford,” to whom she was on the point of minor characters introduced, and very happily with whom a misunderstanding then took place described—such as a fussy, dressy old lady—and a vulgar, plain-spoken, money-secking, but still through the non-delivery of a very important honest-hearted Yankee. “Side Winds" is a

letter. We know “why” she was left for sev. It is inspired with a sound religious feeling, and should not now accept as a husband a gentle. pleasant book to read. Its tone is excellent. enteen long years to sigh, a sad, forlorn maiden;

but we cannot discern the “wherefore ” she has the singular merit of being utterly untainted with sectarianism. Its success, we hope, will man who can appreciate her virtues. - London be equal to its merits.-London Review.

Aunt Agnes; or, the Why and the Wherefore of

A case is about to be tried against the emiLife. An Autobiography, by a Clergyman's nent firm of Didot and Co., Paris ,which presents Daughter. London: James Hogg and Sons. considerable interest to the publishing trade.

When the new edition of the "Biographie GénTHERE is not a single romantic incident in the érale" was about to be commenced, a prospectus story, from the beginning to the end. It is the was issued, stating that the work would not exaccount given by a clergyman's daughter of ceed thirty-two volumes; or, if so, as stated by the fate and fortunes of her two brothers and a the applicant, that the others would be presented sister. It is a perfect picture of life-of a kind, gratis to the subscribers. The work has exgood, and amiable family whose tranquillity is tended beyond the number indicated, and the first broken by the marriage of the eldest daugh- question is to be tried before the Tribunal of ter—the favorite child of her father and mother; ! Commerce.

From The Spectator. elicited the remarkable genius which years THE LATE ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWN- of happiness subsequently matured. ING.

"My first acquaintance,” she writes in It is very painful to record the death of 1851, “ with Elizabeth Barrett, commenced one from whom we had hoped so much as about fifteen years ago. She was certainly from Mrs. Browning, in the fulness of her one of the most interesting persons that I powers, and too soon, perhaps, for the per- had ever seen. Everybody who then saw fect maturity of her rich unchastened genius. her said the same, so that it was not merely By far the greatest, if not the only, English- the impression of my partiality or my enthuwoman whose name deserves to be ranked siasm. Of a slight, delicate figure, with a among our genuine poets, Mrs. Browning shower of dark curls falling on either side had not learned the difficult lesson of strictly of a most expressive face, large tender eyes subordinating the great wealth of her creative richly fringed by dark eyelashes, a smile like fancy to the guidance of a calm and lucid a sunbeam, and such a look of youthfulness intellect. This steady self-denial of the im- that I had some difficulty in persuading a agination was, perhaps, the only quality friend in whose carriage we went together to wanting to perfect a rare and unique, though Chiswick that the translatress of the Proa strongly marked and even eccentric genius. metheus of Æschylus, and the authoress of It was difficult to hope too much, though the Essay on Mind, was old enough to be it might have been easy to hope in the wrong introduced into company, in technical landirection, from the authoress of Aurora guage was out.Leigh. That extraordinary book, great alike In the following year, which we infer was in its merits and its faults, gave promise of the year 1837, Miss Barrett broke a bloodthe very highest excellence in one particular vessel on the lungs, which refused to heal, region of poetry, if the authoress should ever though it did not lead to consumption, and learn to be completely mistress of her own she was ordered to spend some time at Torpowers to keep her teeming fancy true to quay. During her residence there a tragithe service of her own brightest thoughts. ical event, which permanently impaired her All these hopes are now wrecked. One of health and most painfully affected her imthe very few truly creative minds of whom agination, deprived her of her brother. On England could still boastmone who in poetic a fine summer day the boat containing him gifts ranked far above all her countrywomen, and two of his companions went down, apif not all her sex in this or any other age-parently without cause, in crossing the bar, has been taken from us at a time when we within sight of the very windows of the can ill spare her. In an age of dry and frigid house, and the bodies were never found. criticism, the power and the passion of so “ This tragedy,” says Miss Mitford,“ nearly noble a mind as Mrs. Browning's, even killed Elizabeth Barrett. The house that though its highest moods had not always the she occupied at Torquay stood at the bottom white simplicity of the fullest inspiration, is of the cliffs, almost close to the sea, and she an influence which cannot be lost without told me herself that during that whole winleaving a deep consciousness of that loss in ter the sound of the waves rang in her ears English society; and it is well that it should like the moans of one dying." For a period be so.

of many years afterwards she lived entirely All that is known of Mrs. Browning's pri- in a darkened room, seeing only her own vate life is little indeed compared with the family and most intimate friends, but readknowledge of her mind, which any one who ing voraciously, and living in an imaginative has read her poems with any thing like in- world of her own. In one of the Sonnets sight must have derived from them. Seldom from the Portuguese, she says, with strict have poems of any kind reflected more fully autobiographic truth :or more exclusively the personality of the

“I lived with visions for my company, poet than do those of Mrs. Browning. We Instead of men and women, years ago, have, however, one source of independent And found them gentle mates, nor thought to testimony, the recollections of her intimate

know personal friend, Miss Mitford, who thus de

A sweeter music than they played to me.” scribes her before years of suffering had | This long recluse life accounts for the unique and often eccentric character of much of anti-Napoleonic hypothesis in England was Mrs. Browning's poetry. Like a plant that on the other. Casa Guidi Windows will reis reared in darkness, her imagination had main, however, the most popular of her pogrown into grotesque shapes in the absence litical poems, though these are in every of the healthy magnetism of the common respect greatly inferior to those of pure imsunlight, and when restored to the world it aginative sentiment. Still there is strength was not possible to restore at once the law as well as eloquence in her rebuke to the of normal growth. One of her greatest de- party who resisted English intervention in lights was the study of Greek poetry and Italy on the plea of the sacredness of peace. philosophy-we suppose on the principle of

What! your peace admits contraries—for never was there a more Of outward anguish while it sits at home! strongly marked specimen of the romantic It is no peace, 'tis treason stiff with doom;

'Tis gagged despair, and inarticulate wrong, imagination than Mrs. Browning's, or less

Annihilated Poland, stifled Rome, trace of the influence of the classical school Dazed Naples, Hungary fainting 'neath the of poetry on an original mind. Yet num

thong, bers of her poems show the passionate love

And Austria wearing a smooth olive-leaf

On her brute forehead, while her troops outpress with which she had read Homer, the trage

The life from these Italian souls. In brief, dians, and even the later Greek poets, espe- O Lord of Peace, who art Lord of Righteouscially Theocritus. The striking lines on the

ness, “ Wine of Cyprus” contain perhaps the most

Constrain the vanquished worlds from sin and concentrated evidence of these studies, and Pierce them with conscience, purge them with

grief, show the remarkable contrast between her

redress, own genius and her classic tastes:

And give us peace which is no counterfeit!” As Ulysses' old libation

Mrs. Browning died at Florence on the Drew the ghosts from every part,

29th of June last; she has herself delineated So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian,

her own type of genius, and, with the fine Stirs the Hades of my heart.

passage to which we allude from Aurora And I think of those long mornings Leigh, we will close this imperfect record of

Which my thought goes far to seek, our own and England's loss. There was When betwixt the folio's turnings

little of the calm joy of tranquil vision about Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek.”

Mrs. Browning's genius ; her art was, as she About the year 1847, Miss Barrett mar- herself delineates it, the overflow of longried Robert Browning, the well-known au- accumulated suffering, and even her happithor of Paracelsus, and went with him to est efforts bear evidence of this painful take up her residence in Italy, first at Pisa, travail. The following noble lines might then at Florence, where she continued to well be selected as the best epitaph on her live till her death. Here it was that she rich but turbid genius :wrote most of her maturer poems, especially

“ Art her greatest work, Aurora Leigh, and the Sets action on the top of suffering; little poem Casa Guidi Windows, suggested The artist's part is both to be and do, by the abortive Tuscan revolution of 1848–9. Transfixing with a special central power Mrs. Browning's sympathy with Italy was so And turning

outward with a sudden wrench, deep and true that it led her even into the Half agony, half ecstasy, the thing, extravagance of addressing a kind of hymn He feels the inmost: never felt the less to the present emperor of the French, for Because he sings it. Does a torch less burn his intervention on behalf of Piedmont in That he should be the colder for his place

For burning next reflectors of cold steel, 1859, the appearance of which, under the 'Twixt two incessant fires, -his personal life's title of Poems before Congress, is still fresh And that intense refraction which burns back in our readers' memory. English spectators Perpetually against him from the round were not able to share this enthusiasm, but If artist-born ? O sorrowful great gift Mrs. Browning's view was perhaps not much Conferred on poets, of a twofold life, more false on one side, than the common. When one life has been found enough for pain!"

From The Saturday Review. suffered under a tedious and apparently MRS. BROWNING.

hopeless illness. Her touching expressions Mrs. BROWNING, whose death has caused of pain, of tenderness, and of piety, have pergeneral regret, was a genuine poetess, and haps attracted warmer feelings of regard no other Englishwoman has approached so from unknown readers than the more ambinearly the higher regions of her art. From tious performances of a later and happier childhood her thoughts and dreams appear to period. The weariness of the sick-room and have found their natural expression in verse, the compulsory exclusion from society may and her earliest poems are but fanciful rep- account for a certain morbidness of tone, resentations of a simple girlish life. Al- and also for frequent laxity of execution ; most all the descriptions of English scenery but the plaintive poetry is too imaginative in her works refer to the beautiful district and thoughtful to degenerate into querulous where her family resided under the western utterances of personal suffering. If defects slopes of the Malvern Hills. Sheep-paths in verbal polish and accuracy allow the on mountain sides, gorse-blossoms and Here- poems to survive, they will always possess a fordshire orchards, give an air of freshness genuine attraction for the sentimental and and reality to many passages which might the young. After her recovery and her marotherwise be censured as exaggerated and riage, it is well known that Mrs. Browning sickly ; but her intellectural culture seems resided almost exclusively in Italy, and forto have been derived from books rather than eign life is almost more fatal to English asfrom external observation or from social ex- sociations than the confinement which is enperience. It may be collected from many forced by illness. With the true feminine allusions in her writings that she had in her instinct of clinging to what is nearest and youth read, not only the Greek classics, but most familiar, a poetess in voluntary exile the principal Greek Fathers of the Church ; soon concentrates her affections on her acand although she probably never attained a quired home, and looks back on the country scholarlike knowledge of the language, her of her birth and her youth, like the Lotusstudies indicate an extraordinary power of eater, with half-closed and dreamy eyes. attainment, as well as an intellectual ambi- Mrs. Browning's last poem incurred general tion in which few women could participate. censure for its negation of patriotism and Her acquaintance with the best models of its utter injustice; yet it was evident that language exercised no perceptible influence her denunciations of her own country were on her own compositions, for her style was the honest expression of an unconscious bealways incorrect, careless, and essentially lief that England existed only for the sake modern. A fine ear for verse was one of of Italy or of Florence. The partiality and her most remarkable gifts, and her metrical personal bias which affect the ordinary taste seems in the first instance to have been judgments of women may render their medformed from the flowing and musical rhythm dling with political questions inexpedient ; of Shelley. In maturer years she felt, like but, when the interference occurs, honest all her contemporaries, the influence of Mr. prejudice goes far to excuse the mistakes Tennyson's genius, though some of her which it causes. The literary disadvantages writings are constructed on the coarser and of a foreign resident consist rather in an inmore artificial model of Poe, and her popular voluntary alienation of thought from the Cry of the Children belongs to the lachry- images and feelings which belong to English mose school of Hood. Her latest works are life. In the poem called Casa Guidi Winmost original in metre as well as in thought, dows, Mrs. Browning assumes that her and yet they derive additional interest from readers are as familiar as herself with the constant traces which they present of Florentine allusions, and, in her ill-judged entire sympathy and intellectual identifica- dithyrambics on the war of 1859, she fretion with the poet whose name she bore. quently indulges in complimentary or ironi

It would be improper to refer to Mrs. cal references to persons who are necessarily Browning's personal history, except in so unknown to her countrymen and readers. far as it is recorded in her published writ- Her tendency to exclude herself from the ings. From the poems which were published circle of English thought was probably inin 1844, it may be collected that she then I creased by the example of a genius far deeper and more comprehensive than her own. Mr. (formerly observed, the most conclusive proof Browning's imagery and his subjects belong that no woman can hope to achieve what almost exclusively to the South of Europe, Mrs. Browning failed to accomplish. and the only considerable poetess who ever common belief that women have little camarried an original poet may well be ex- pacity for abstract reasoning is not inconsiscused for copying, and perhaps exaggerating, tent with the seeming paradox that the his ca sual peculiarities.

feminine intellect is sometimes, in the sense Another drawback to Mrs. Browning's in which French politicians claim for themsuccess may in some degree be attributed to selves a similar quality, almost extravagantthe same natural influence. Mr. Browning, ly logical. Once dissociated from special whether from the character of his mind, or experience, it leaps from a hasty and incomfrom his long expatriation, seems deficient plete premise to a positive conclusion, which in the power of judging whether he has con- is thenceforth maintained with singleminded veyed his meaning to his readers. The im- intolerance. Limitations, exceptions, regard penetrable obscurity of some of his allusions for prudence, allowance for the defects of arises, not from confusion or vagueness of human nature, all the considerations which thought, but from imperfect sympathy with determine the judgment of a sensible man, ordinary English' minds. Like a careless are beneath the notice of female martyrs to teacher, he communicates a result without philosophy, Mrs. Browning's impetuous remembering that he has not explained the philanthropy is, on her own assumptions, antecedent steps which can alone render it perfectly symmetrical and consistent, alintelligible. In Mrs. Browning the habit of though it happens to be inapplicable to the enigmatic utterance latterly became inveter- actual world. Her illusions were probably ate. Her most elaborate work, Aurora fostered by the accident that she lived and Leigh, is in great part composed of riddles thought in one country while she used the which only zealous admirers are industrious language of another. Those who are least enough to investigate and solve. The inter- inclined to accept her doctrines will neverlocutors in the poem, who discourse for page theless willingly admit that all her impulses after page in far-fetched metaphors, will al- were noble and generous, and that her ways be found, by a trial section, or occa- genius was singularly vigorous and active. sional analysis, to have an intelligible pur- From the whole tone and tenor of her recent pose and meaning; but their thoughts and writings, it may be hoped that in her later motives, in themselves essentially fantastical, life she found abundant gratification for the are exchanged in an arbitrary dialect of har- demands of her moral and intellectual nature. monious euphuism. The story is impossible, The sympathy of friends, and those nearer the characters are monstrous, and the opin- than friends, who were worthy of all her af, ions which the poem is intended to enforce fection,-abundant enjoyment of art, and are utterly absurd and unreal ; but the vigor, pleasures of life were crowned by the won

consciousness of merited fame,-al Ithe best the fertility, and the musical skill of the derful regeneration of the country to which writer are astonishing and almost admirable. she had transferred her patriotic attachment. Aurora Leigh, though by no means a great In English literature, as well as in Italian poem, contains abundance of genuine poetry, society, her premature death will leave a and, on the whole, it furnishes, as visible and melancholy blank.


The celebrated daguerreotypist, Niepce de producing any visible change in the tints. Blue, Saint Victor, has last discovered the secret whic has hitherto been regarded as well-nigh of reproducing colors by the camera, and ren- unattainable in the photograph, is now copied dering them permanent. He has subjected pic-vividly. The same is especially true of yellow tures taken by his new method for several hours and green. The Paris Moniteur, which brings to the direct action of the solar rays, without this intelligence, does not give the process.

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