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    let os allow that the book is not worthy of such a polite critic—that the beer is not strong enough for a gentleman who has taste and experience in beer . " That opinion no man can ask his honour to alter ; bat ( the beer being the question ) , why make unpleasant allusions to the Gazette , and hint at the probable bankruptcy of the brewer ? Why twit me with my poverty ; and what can the Times critic know about the vacuity of my exchequer ? Did he ever lend me any money ? Does he not himself write for money ? ( and who would grudge it to such a polite , and generous , and learned author ?) If he finds no disgrace in being paid , why should I ? If he has been ever poor , why should he joke at my empty exchequer ? Of course such a genius is

    paid for his work : with such neat logic , such a pure style , such a charming poetical turn of phrase , of course a critic gets money . Why , a man who can say of a Christmas book that ' it is an opuscule denominated so and so , and ostensibly intended to swell the tide of expansive emotion incident upon the exodus of the old year , ' must evidently have had immense sums and care expended on his early education , and deserves a splendid return . You can't go into the market , and get scholarship like that , without paying for it : even the flogging that such a writer must have had in early youth ( if he was at a public school where the rods were paid for ) , must have cost his parents a good sum . Where would you find any but an accomplished classical scholar to compare the books of the present ( or , indeed , any other ) writer to

    • sardonic divings after the pearl of truth , whose lustre is eclipsed in the display of the diseased oyster ; ' mere Billingsgate doesn't turn out oysters like these : they are of the Lucrine lake;—this satirist has pickled his rods in Latin brine . Fancy , not merely a diver , but a sardonic diver : and the expression of his confounded countenance on discovering not only a pearl , but an eclipsed pearl , who was in a diseased oyster ! I say it is only by an uncommon and happy combination of taste , genius , and industry , that a man can arrive at uttering such sentiments in such fine language , —that such a man ought to be well paid , as I have no doubt he is , and that he is worthily employed to write literary articles , in large type , in the leading Journal of Europe . Don ' t we want men of eminence and polite learning to sit on the literary bench , and to direct the public opinion ?

    " But when this profound scholar compares me to a scavenger , who leaves a copy of verses at his door and begs for a Christmas-box , I must again cry out , and say , My dear sir , it is true your simile is offensive , but can you make it out ? Are you not hasty in your figures and allusions ? ' If I might give a hint to so consummate a metorician , you should be more careful in making your figures figures , and your similes like : for instance , when you talk of a book swelling the tide of exhilaration incident to the inauguration of the New Year , ' or of a book ' bearing the stamp of its origin in vacuity , ' &c ., — or of a man diving sardonically ; or of a pearl eclipsed in the display of a diseased oyster—there are some people

    who will not apprehend your meaning : some will doubt whether you had a meaning : some even will question your great powers and say , ' Is this man to be a critic in a newspaper , which knows what English and Latin too , and what sense and scholarship , are ? ' I don ' t quarrel with you—I take for granted your wit and learning , your modesty and benevolence—but why scavenger—Jupiter Jeames—why scavenger ? A gentleman , whose biography the Examiner was fond of quoting before he took his present serious and orthodox turn , was pursued by an outraged wife to the very last stage of his existence with an appeal almost as pathetic—* Ah , sir , why scavenger ?'

    " How can I be like a dustman that rings for a Christmas-box at your hall-door ? I never was there in my life . I never left at your door a copy of verses provocative of an annual gratuity , as your noble honour styles it . Who are you ? If you are the man I take you to be : it was you who asked the publisher for my book , and not I who sent it in , and begged a gratuity of your worship . You abused me out of the Times" window ; but if ever your noble honour sent me a gratuity out of your own door , may I never drive another dust-cart . * Provocative of a gratuity ! ' O splendid swell ! How much was it your worship sent out to me by the footman ? Ei-ery farthing you have paid I . will restore to your lordship , and I swear I shall not he a halfpenny the poorer .

    " As before , and on similar seasons and occasions , I have compared myself to a person following a not dissimilar calling , let me suppose , now , for a minute , that I am a writer of a Christmas farce , who sits in the pit , and sees the performance of his own piece . There comes applause , hissing , yawning , laughter , as may be ; but the loudest critic of all is our friend the cheap buck , who sits yonder and makes his remarks , so that all the audience may hear . ' This a farce ! ' says Ucau Tibbs , ' demmy ! it ' n the work of a poor devil who writes for money , —confound his vulgarity ! This a farce ! Why isn ' t it a tragedy , or a comedy , or an epic poem , stap my vitals ? Thin a farce , indeed ! It ' s a feller as bcikIh round his ' , and appeals to charity . Let ' a ' live our money back irgain , 1 say . ' And he swaggers off ;—and you find the fellow came in with an author ' s order .

    " Hut if , in spite of Tibbs , our ' kyind friends , ' &c . 8 cc . Sec . —if the little farce , which was meant to amuse Christinas ( or what my cIushhiuI friend calls . Kxodutt ) , is nuked for , even up to Twelfth Night , —shall the publishers stop because Tibbs is dissatisfied ? Whenever that capitalist calls to get his money back , ho may sec the letter from the respected publisher , informing the author that all the copies arc Hold , and that there arc demands for a new edition . Up with the curtain , then ! Vivat Itcgina ! and no money returned , except the Times ' s ' gratuity !' " Jan , /> , lHf > l . M . A . Titmaush /'

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    BOOKS ON OUR TABLE . The Trade * Unions Magazine . JKilitcri by the Rovoruiul T . O . L « o . This is a new magazine , intended as a precursor to a

    People ' s Newspaper . It is ed ted by ° 7 * 1 S j that " the people and the pulpit have become «« " }| g estranged from each other / There is much in ^ the : spirit of this magazine which is calculated to be useful to the people , and we Bhall be glad to notice its progress . The Fine Art , Almanac , or Artists' Remembrancer for ** & George Kowney and L . O ., jjonaon . A little book which , by economy of space , is made to hold a great amount of useful information .

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    The Passions of the Human Soul . By Char es Fourier Translated from the French by the Reverend John Reynell Morell With Critical Annotations , a Biography of Fourier , and a General Introduction . By Hugh Doherty ^ . 2 UJ . ^^ Conscience . A Tale of Life , 1 Vol . W . H . Elkins . Happiness in its Relation to Work and Knowledge . An Introductory Lecture delivered before the Members of the Chichester Literary Society and Mechanics' Institute . By John Forbes , M . D ., F . B . S . Smith , Elder , and Co . " God is Love . " A Sermon preached in St . Peter ' s Church , Brighton . By the Eeverend H . M . Wagner , M . A . ^ ^ The Imperial Cyclopedia . Tart 6 . C . Knight . Knight ' s Pictorial Shakspere . { King Richard II . ) *? * £ itTht

    Half Hours with the Best Authors . Part 10 . C . Knight . Pictorial Half Hours . Part 8 . . C . Knight . Knight ' s Cyclopedia of London . Part 2 . C . Knight . Knight ' s Cyclopedia of Industry of all Nations . Fart 2 . ^ . ^ The British Journal of Homoeopathy . No . 35 . 8 . Highley . The Signs of the Times , or the Popery of Protestantism . xlm J * ( jrlDDB * Peter Little and the Lucky Sixpence , the Frog ' s Lecture , and other Stories ; a Verse-Book for my Children and thetr Playmates . J » me 8 Bidgway . The Looker-on .

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    NOTES AND EXTBACTS . Religion in Art . — -Religion stands in the same relation to art as any other of the higher interests in life . It is merely to be looked upon as a material , with similar claims to any other vital material . Faith , and want of faith , are not the organs with which a work of art is to be apprehended . On the contrary , human powers and capacities of a totally different kind are required . Art must address itself to those organs with which we apprehend it ; otherwise it misses its effect . A religious material may be a good subject for art , but only in so far as it possesses general human interest . The Virgin with her Child Is on this account an excellent subject , and one that may be treated on a hundred times , and always seen again with pleasure . —Goethe . The Oxford Theologian . —He sees , upon a writer the most mean and tedious , the imprimatur of ecclesiastical adoption , and wastes upon him the reverence due to thought and genius . He allows dogmatic grounds to determine all his judgments of human character and literary merit : the silliness of Epiphanius escapes him , lest a needful witness be lost : for fear of encouraging Jovinian , Jerome ' s fanatic passions must have their way : the apprehension of Arius makes everything in Athanasiua " great : " and the presence of Pelagius excuses Augustine ' s persecuting zeal . The bald grossness of

    the Ambrosian hymne is extolled for simplicity and grandeur ; and the conceits of Marbod and Hildebert for poetic richness and fertility . Anselm becomes the model of a philosopher ; Aquinas , of a theologian ; and Bernard , of a saint . Kings and Emperors are estimated , not by their capacity and virtues , but by their orthodoxy ; Constantine , the murderer of all his kindred ; Theodo-8 ius , who desolated the streets of Antioch and Thessalouica with frightful and almost gratuitous massacres ; are applauded as " great , " because they were prodigal to the clergy , and merciless to heretics . — Westminster and Foreign Quarterly Review .

    Age and Wisdom . —" People always fancy , " said Goethe , laughing , " that we must become old to become wise ; but , in truth , as years advance , it is hard to keep ourselves as wise as we were . Man becomes , indeed , in the different stages of his life , a different being ; but he cannot Bay that he is a better one , and , in certain matters , he is as likely to be right in his twentieth , an in his sixtieth year . We see the world one way from a plain , another way from the heights of a promontory , another from the glncier fields of the primary mountains . We see , from one of these points , a larger piere of world than from the

    other ; but that is all , and we cannot say that we ace more truly from any one than from the rest . When a writer leaves monuments on the different steps of his life , it is chiefly important that he should have an innate foundation and goodwill ; that lie should , at each step , have been and felt clearly , and that , without any secondary aims , he should have paid distinctly and truly whut lian pawned in his mind . Then will his writings , if they were right at the step where they originated , remain always right , however the writer may develope or alter himself in after times . "—Goethe ' s Conversations with

    hckermann . This Future State . — Dogmatic authority has invented and illustrated an external Heaven and Hell , neither of which exercises much influence on the minds of the generality of mankind . The Heaven dull , tiresome , and unreal , enlistH neither the judgment nor the imagination ; while the Hell i « ho portentously hideous that the very extremity of horror defeats its purpose , and people take refuge in utter disbelief . The few that dwell seriously iipin the thought of falling into such an abyHH , are happily relieved from intolerable fear by losing their senses or their life . The excuse aomctimea alleged in behalf of horrors that every one at heart ignores , in the propriety of benevolently alarming those with whom fear in the strongest motive ; but neither faith nor sulvution can be made consistent with untruth . — Wilson's Catholicity , Spiritual and Intellectual .

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    THE LONELY FLOWER . A flow ' ret grew in a tangled brake , In the depth of a forest-glade , And scarce a ray from the orb of day To this lonely flow ' ret stray'd . Yet , spite of the weeds that round it grew And choked its plot of ground , Did this flow ' ret bloom , and its sweet perfume Fill'd all the air around . But , all unseen and all unknown , Its perfume still untasted , Alone it grew—its lovely hue , Its sweetness even wasted . The sun was high , the darksome glade Scarce felt the summer breeze , When a Poet stray'd to recline in the shade Of the lordly forest-trees . He lay near the spot where the flow ' ret grew , And haply his vision fell Where its tiny head o'er its rugged bed Hung like a fairy bell . " Sweet flow'ret , " he cried , " why thus unseen Should thy beauty linger here ? To the light of day I will bear thee away , Thou child of a brighter sphere . " The flow ' ret is gone from the tangled brake ; It blooms in the Poet ' s home ; And no more to the shade of the forest-glade Do the Poet ' s footsteps roam . ***** Thus lonely a gentle spirit dwelt , All pure ' mid earthly leaven ; God ' s angel hath ta ' en that spirit again , To bloom in its native heaven ! A . W . C .

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    SKETCHES FROM LIFE . By Harriet Martineau . V . —THE FACTORY BOY . In the middle of a dark night , Joel , a boy of nine years old , heard his name called by a voice which , through his sleep , seemed miles away . Joel had been tired enough when he went to bed , and yet he had not gone to sleep for some time ; his heart beat so at the idea of his mother being very ill . He well remembered his father ' s death , and hi 9 mother ' s

    illness now revived some feelings which he had almost forgotten . His bed was merely some clothes spread on the floor , and covered with a rug ; but he did not mind that ; and he could have gone to sleep at once but for the fear that had come over him . When he did sleep , his sleep was sound ; so that his mother ' s feeble voice calling him seemed like a call from miles away . In a minute Joel was up and wide awake . " Light the candle , " he could just hear the voice say . He lighted the candle , and . his beating heart seemed to stop when he saw his mother's face . He seemed hardly to know whether it was his mother or no . " Shall I call . . . ?" " Call nobody , my dear . Come here . " He laid his cheek to hers . " Mother , you are dying , " he murmured . " Yes , love , I am dying . It is no use calling any one . These little ones , Joel . " " I will take care of them , mother . " " You , my child ! How should that be ? " " Why not ? " said the boy , raising himself , and standing at bin best height . " Look at mo , mother . I can work . I promise you ... " Hie mother could not lift her hand , but she moved a linger in a way which checked him . Promise nothing that may be too hard afterwards , " she said . "I promise to try then , " ho Hnid ; " that little sister shall live at homo , and never go to the workhouse . " He Bpoko cheerfully , though the candlelight glittered in tho two streams of tears on hi " cheeks . " Wo can go on living hero ; and wo shall bo ho ... " It would not do . Tho hbiihc of thoir coming desolation ruuhed over him in a way too terrible to bo

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    We should do our utmost to encourage the Beautiful , fo the Useful encourages itself .-GoKTHE .

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  • Leader (1850-1860), Jan. 11, 1851, page 42, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1865/page/18/