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. * 6 Lucile, By Owen Meredith. Chapman ...
For With the its want weircl of desolations that tender , she assurance inwardly received grieved
Which From the should warmth say , of or a should whisper look , the , Fear glance thou of an noug eye ht , —I am by . ' " All this while tlie " bad duke / ' bitterly smarting from Ms
rejection by Lucile three years before , revenges himself on Lord Alfred bflirting * with Matilda . We have tlms an entanglement growing
thicker y and thicker every day , till it is cut through by the sweet and noble decision of Lucilewho takes advantage of her power to unite
the liusband and wifeand , to convert the bad duke ; disappearing herself into a mysterious , obscurity , whence she emerges before
Sebastopol in the garb of a Sister of Charity . The poem is written in light lively verse , which often rises into
the sublime . There is an ease and vigor about it which reminds one often of Byron . Owen Meredith , sports with his language , and
constrains it to do his bidding . Yet near his confession- English is not . Ms favorite tongue : —
Is But that the in language which once of languages , O ma toute dearest c 7 ierie to , me Y W hen exp , togeth lain'd er what , we was bent silentl o ' er your y said nose by gay the for flowers hours , ,
And Throug , selecting h my heart the , sweetest as , in laug of hin all g , , sent you murmur flame 'd / e _faime . And But , I by never Belus shall and hear Babel ( I ! well I never know hav it ) e heard one word ,
Of that delicate idiom of Paris without , Feeling morally sure , beyond question or _dotibt , By the wild way in which my heart inwardly flutter'd , d
That my heart ' s native tongue to my heart had been utter' . "
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Bcarsdale A. L ; Ondon Or, Life : S On M...
Bcarsdale A . L ; ondon or , Life : S on mith the E Lancashire lderand Co and . Yorkshire Border Thirty Years
go , , We do not intend to draw attention to tMs work as a first-rate novelIt has no happily constructed and deeply interesting plot
. suchas a Wilkie Collins invents for the allurement of Ms readers , , and its digressions into regions unfrequented by writers of fiction are
numerous and lengthy . Nevertheless it is to these very digressions that we would cliiefiy direct our readers . The novel has become the
veliicle for popular instruction to sucli an extent in these days , that it is excusable for even the grave philosopher to inculcate his
prinprofitable There ciples b is y its as some means it is danger excusable . We of are , the nor not 11011 that sur -am e it that al is gamation so it easy is as as of exp is the e supposed dient different and .
materials . And even if they do amalgamate , there is the still greater danger of their failing to accommodate the taste of those for whom
they are written . The novel reader prefers his entertainment unmixed with instructionand those who really desire the instruction
, generally seek it in its more direct form . While there is a good deal to be said against novels with a philosophical and moral
pur-VOIi , VI . X
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1860, page 137, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101860/page/65/
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