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Or, if thou must appear,

Come in that latter time,
Come with that glance of woe and fear
Which marked my course of crime,
When thine eyes had lost their light,
When thy heart was sad within,

When thy clustering locks were white
With grieving for my sin:

Come, with thy broken heart!

All happy things and pure
Mine agony increase:
My sin-tost spirit can endure
All-save to dream of peace.
O childhood innocent!

O youth too bright to last!
Has hell a bitterer punishment
Than Visions of the Past?

Pure spirits, haunt me not!

From the Metropolitan.

THE RETURN HOME.

What varied emotions, how freely they rise, After long years of absence, of trouble and pain;

How the tear will, unbidden, oft start to the eyes, When the home of our boyhood we welcome again.

The ivy clad walls many old thoughts awaken,

Of pleasures that long since have fleeted away; Though each chamber-desolate, drear, and forsaken,

My heart holds thee dearest, even in thy decay.

The happiest moments, the blythest of hours,
I have known in thy halls, when in childhood I

sung;

The choicest of garlands, the sweetest of flowers,
I have carelessly gather'd thy bowers among:
Even now thy sad fate, and thy crumbling glory,
For ever departed, and humbled so low,
Awakes in my heart, as I dwell on thy story,
Sad feelings that only my bosom can know.

Where are those happy youngsters, my playmates in youth,

Whose spirits were free and unfettered as air? Alas! how I fain would deny the stern truthThey are gone, and I am a lone wanderer here. The cold smile of strangers and sorrow has shaded The hope that so bright in my bosom did burn; Farewell, the fond dreams of my youth now are faded,

Love greets not, friends cheer not, the exile's

return.

A VOICE FROM NATURE.

BY E. H. BARRINGTON.

Is it a tone from angels' lips
My earnest spirit hears?
O, listen, and the emerald earth

Will be less sad with tears.
This voice of truth is never mute,
Nor hoarse its stirring tone;
It sings around the peasant's cot,

And round the monarch's throne.

I hear it 'midst the piercing shrieks
Which come from screws and racks;
Above the tyrant's rod, which makes
A drum of human backs.
And echoed is this music voice
O'er every sea and sod,
"He who doth love humanity
Shall be beloved of God."

A father led two hungry boys

Adown a princely street,

And each one shivered with the cold,
And all had bleeding feet.
"They are impostors," muttered some-
"Mere idlers," answered others;
And few believed who looked on them,
They looked upon their brothers.

Then passed upon a high-fed steed
A lady proud and fair,

And hurried by the beggar's side

As if a snake were there;
And then the beggar turned his eyes
Upon his sons and wept :-

A father never held that faith

On which the stoics slept.

A laughing light sprung down the skies
Like God's approving smile;
And as the poor man's tears arose
It silvered them the while.
The lady's wealth, that beggar's rags,
O, they were things apart!
But who would give his weeping eye
For her disdainful heart?

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The world is wide, the world is fair,
And large as Mercy's heart can be,-
'Twas, sure, a voice of fell despair

That said, "There is no room for me."
No room! O man, the fields are white,
The harvest lags, the hands are few;
And few are earnest, strong, and right-
The human harvest lags for you,
O man! and such as you.

In chariot rolls the millionaire
Among the golden acres vast,
With purple robes and sumptuous fare
For every day-except the last.
The poor man sighs, "For all the fields
On which yon Harvest-moon doth shine,
And all the stalks each furrow yields,
Not one is, or will e'er be mine!
No stalk will e'er be mine!"

The poor, the rich,-shall these the poles
Of this fair world for ever be?
Shall mankind never count by souls,
Or aught, save purse and pedigree?
If so, earth ripens for its blaze,

So withered, and of love so bare,
And there is room-much room-to raise
A desert-prophet's cry, "Prepare !"
Relent, repent, prepare!

Room! Valor carves the room he lacks,
And Wrong-wherever dispossessed-
Leaves vantage-ground for new attacks,
And room for anything but rest.
Up, Worker! seek not room, but make it,
And do whate'er you find to do;
Ask not a brother's leave, but take it;
Bide not your time-time bides not you;
Let nothing wait for you.

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Let the cowardly despair;

Time shall aid the working hand;

What shall baffle those who dare

Be first to lead the band?

Not prejudice, with darkly scowling frown;

Though her sentinels have long

Like scarecrows awed the throng

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
In the noisy city street,

My pleasant face you'll meet,
Cheering the sick at heart,
Toiling his busy part,

Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
You cannot see me coming,
Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,

And the glad morning light,

I come quietly creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere:
More welcome than the flowers,
In summer's pleasant hours;
The gentle cow is glad.
And the merry bird not sad

To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.

Where her moss-grown wall was built-pull it Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;

down.

Where the crumbling ruin falls,

And scatters blank and wide;

Pile the remnants of the walls

Far apart on either side:

If the stones are in the way-leap across ! Cut the brambles round your feet, Though the wounding thorns may meet;

Buy the glory of great gain with a loss.

Then "Onward" be the word,

For many a levelled mile;

Let the marching troops advance

Over mountain-through defile :

Marshal all, to the weakest and the last; Till unwearied arms begin

The battle they shall win,

And their struggle be a memory of the past.

But forget not in that hour,

When the strife is all gone by,

The earnest hearts, whose power

First led you on to try

What the might of gathered multitudes might

do;

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When you're numbered with the dead,
In your still and narrow bed,

In the happy spring I'll come,
And deck your silent home,

Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere; My humble song of praise

Most gratefully I raise

To Him at whose command
I beautify the land,

Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

REMEMBRANCE,

BY EMMA BLOODWORTH.

We remember! all the sunshine
Of hours long passed away.
We remember, till we half forget
The shadows of 'to-day.'

How often when the brow is grave,

And all is dark around,

The heart from some sweet memory
An inward joy hath found.

And better far it loves to dwell

'Midst those visions of the past,

Than to watch the changing splendor
Upon the present cast.

We remember! all the sorrow
That met us on our way,

When our path seemed 'midst the flowers
Of the long, long summer day.

And often when the eye is bright,
And on the lip a smile,

We feel the heart-pulse sinking

With some hidden woe the while.

So we nurse perchance the brightest thought
Amid a thousand fears-

And we have not always done with grief
When we have done with tears.

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THE NATIONAL CLOCK. The publication of certain parliamentary papers furnishes us with several particulars respecting the great clock which it is proposed to construct in the tower of the new Houses of Parliament. It will be, when completed, the most powerful clock of the kind in the kingdom. According to the specification, it is to strike the hours on a bell of from eight to ten tons, and, if practicable, chime the quarters upon eight bells, and show the time upon four dials about thirty feet in diameter.' With the exception of a skeleton dial at Malines, the above dimensions surpass those of any other clock face in Europe. The dial of St. Paul's is as yet the largest in this country with a minute hand: it is eighteen feet in diameter. Most of the clocks in Belgium which strike on large bells have to be wound up every day; but the new one is to be an eight-day clock: and, as we are informed, every resource of modern art and science will be made use of to render it a perfect standard.

No better guarantee for accuracy can be had than the fact, that the whole of the work, from first to last, will be under the direction and approval of Mr. Airy, the astronomer-royal, who has been consulted throughout by the government. Among the conditions for the construction of the clock drawn up by this gentleman, we find-the frame to be of castiron, wheels of hard bell metal, with steel spindles, working in bell-metal bearings, and to be so arranged, that any one may be taken out to be cleaned without disturbing the others. Accuracy of movement to be insured by a dead-beat escapement, compensating pendulum, and going fusee. The first blow of the hammer when striking the hour to be within a second of the true time. We are glad to see that it is in contemplation to take advantage of one of the most interesting inventions of the day for a galvanic communication between the clock and the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. In Mr. Airy's words, The striking detent is to have such parts, that whenever need shall arise, one of the two following plans may be adopted (as, after consultation with Mr. Wheatstone or other competent authorities, shall be judged best), either that the warning movement may make contact, and the striking movement break contact, for a battery, or that the striking movement may produce a magneto-electric current. Apparatus shall be provided which will enable the attendant to shift the connection, by means of the

clock action, successively to different wires of differ ent hours, in case it shall hereafter be thought desirable to convey the indications of the clock to several different places.' Should this plan be carried out, a signal may be conveyed to Greenwich with every stroke of the hammer, and thus insure an accuracy never before attempted.

The Royal Exchange clock is said to be at present the best in the kingdom, and so true, that a person standing in the street may take correct time from the face; the first stroke of each hour is accurate to a second. The papers before us contain the names of three candidates for the honor of making the national clock-Mr. Vulliamy, who states his grandfather to have been clockmaker to George II.; Mr. Dent, the maker of the Exchange clock; and Mr. Whitehurst of Derby. Two estimates have been sent in, one for L.1600, the other, L.3373; but ow ing to some differences of opinion, and the withdrawal of one or two of the names, the maker does not yet appear to have been decided on.

The explanations of the plans drawn up by the competitors contain remarks, among other matters, as to the relative merits of cable-laid, catgut, or wire rope, for lines to the new clock. Wire rope is used for the Exchange clock; and, according to the manufacturer, a wire rope half an inch in diameter will bear eighteen hundredweight without breaking. The four sets of hands, with the motion wheels, it has been calculated, will weigh twelve hundredweight; the head of the hammer, two hundred pounds; the weights, from one hundred and fifty to three hundred pounds; and the pendulum bob, three hundredweight. One of the candidates proposes to jewel the escapement pallet with sapphires, as preferable to the stones generally made use of. The hands are to keep going while the clock is being wound up; but the motion of the minute hand is not to be constant; it will move once every twenty seconds, when it will go over a space of nearly four inches.

In many of the public clocks on the continent the whole of the works are highly polished-a 'luxury,' which, it has been suggested, had better be dispensed with in the present instance, as it creates trouble from the rusting of the wheels, without adding in the least to the value or accuracy of the mechanism. Whatever, be the final decision of the Board of Works, we trust that the astronomer-royal's recom

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mendation, with regard to facilities for the admis- forty to fifty Friends and Defenders; besides an endsion of visitors, will be adopted to the letter. "As it less catalogue of Mirrors, Lanterns, and Enemies. is intended," he says, "that this clock should be one Among the more grotesque or pointed titles were of which the nation may be proud, and in which the "The National Whip;" For and Against:" maker ought to feel that his credit is deeply con- "The Listener at the Door," motto-"Walls have cerned, 1 would propose that the access to it should ears:" "The Tocsin of Fearless Richard:" "The be made good, and even slightly ornamented, and French Democritus," motto-"At everything to laugh that facility should be given to the inspection of the is folly; he laughs best who laughs the last: "The clock by mechanics and by foreigners."-Chambers's Evangelists of the Day:" "The Breakfast:" MusJournal. tard after Dinner :" "To-morrow:" "All the World's Cousin !" " Hang Me, but Listen to Me:" "Stop PERIODICALS OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.-The Thief-Stop Thief:" "I Don't Care a Rap; Liberté, Revolution, which gave liberty and license to Libertas, the Deuce." Many others might be enuthought, speech, and action, no matter of what cha- merated. This short list will, however, suffice to racter, was not without its effect upon the press. The convey an idea of the press in France during the whole kingdom was inundated with newspapers re- Revolution; years of liberty, as Malouet observes, presenting every passion that agitated the popular speedily degenerated into libertinage. With the exmind. No sooner had the States-General assembled ception of the "Moniteur," the form of which was in 1789, than Mirabeau commenced the publication from the first such as it retains at present, and of of his famous "Letters to his Constituents;" and a two or three other double-columned quarto journais, host of others started up to record or discuss the acts all the newspapers of the Revolution were published of the legislators. Whole volumes would be re- in octavo, sometimes duodecimo. Each number quired to give a faithful sketch of the revolutionary contained from eight to twelve pages; the price from press: we give some of the more prominent titles. nine to twelve francs a quarter. "The Peep of Day, or Collection of what Passed the Night before in the National Assembly," by BarLITERARY SUPERANNUATION.-We understand that rère: "The Evangelists of the Day" "The Revolu- a petition is about to be presented on behalf of nutions of Paris," by the triumvirate Prudhomme, merous characters-classical, historical and alleLoustalot, and Tournon, with its famous epigraph gorical-to be permitted to retire from the service of "The great only appear great to us because we are literature, and to be placed on the Superannuation on our knees: let us rise." "The Journal des Débats Fund, on the ground of their being completely worn et Décrets:" "The Parisian Publicist, Free and Im- out. The Lernæan Hydra, Cincinnatus, Hercules, partial Journal," by Marat, the friend of the people: with his labors, and Garrick, whose position between The Acts of the Apostles," a medley in verse and tragedy and comedy, is becoming quite a bore, will, prose: "The National Gazette, or Moniteur Uni- it is expected, be put upon the list, and allowed to versel," date of the first number, November 24, 1789: retire into private life on the score of extreme age. in short, during the first year of liberty, more than Any writer found dragging them forward into public 150 journals started into existence. The following notice by attempting to make them do duty any lonyear, 1790, the number was 140; among the latter ger, will be severely punished. The Augean Štable we may quote "The Iron Mouth," by the Abbé Fau- is also to be shut up until further notice, and literary chet: The Friend of the King:" The Friend of trespassers will be prosecuted with the utmost rigor the Citizens:" "The Village Sheet." A gradual di- of the critical law. A handsome reward will be paid minution appears to have taken place: in 1791, the for any new historical or classical illustrations, to number of new journals was 95; then 60, 50, 40, replace the veteran body, whose retirement has been 35, 35, until 1797, when it went up again to 95; in considered advisable in consequence of its strength 1798, it fell to 17; 26 in 1799; and in 1800, 7 only having become utterly exhausted by being too much making a total in the twelve years of 750 publica- employed.-Punch. tions. The number was probably greater, as it is scarcely possible to determine it with accuracy. SHELLEY AND BYRON.-"The eternal child!" This Every party had its organ--royalist, republican, or beautiful expression so true in its application to Jacobin. Robespierre brought out, "The Defender Shelley, I borrow from Mr. Gilfillan, and I am of the Constitution;" "The Old Cordelier" was tempted to add the rest of his eloquent parallel beedited by Camille-Desmoulins: "The Journal of tween Shelley and Lord Byron, so far as it relates the Mountain" had numerous conductors. There to their external appearance. In the forehead and were more than 100 with the prefix of "Journal;" head of Byron, there was a more massive power and and as in an uproar such as the Revolution created breadth. Shelley's had a smooth, arched, spiritual it is difficult to gain a hearing, every one tried to expression; wrinkles there seemed none on his brow; cry louder than his neighbor; or, when this means it was as if perpetual youth had there dropped its failed, to sell cheaper, or to assume a more extra- freshness. Byron's eye seemed the focus of pride ordinary title. There were "The Journal of the and lust. Shelley's was mild, pensive, fixed on you, Men of the 14th July, and of the Faubourg St. An- but seeing through the mist of its own idealism. toine:""The Journal of the Sans-Culottes," in- Defiance curled Byron's nostril, and sensuality steep scribed "The souls of emperors and those of cob-ed his full, large lips; the lower portions of Shelblers are cast in the same mould:" "The Journal of ley's face were frail, feminine, and flexible. Byron's Louis XVI., and of his People:" "Poor Richard's head was turned upwards, as if, having proudly risen Journal:" "The Devil's Journal:" "The Journal above his contemporaries, he were daring to claim of the Good and Bad:" "The Journal of Idlers," kindred, or to demand a contest with a superior order which "told everything in few words:" "The Jour- of beings. Shelley's was half bent in reverence and nal of Incurables:" and "The Journal of Laughers." humility before some vast vision seen by his eye alone. The title of fifteen others commenced with Bulletin; In the portrait of Byron, taken at the age of nineseven were Gazettes; half-a-dozen each of Annals, teen, you see the unnatural age of premature pasSheets, and Chronicles; eight Couriers, and as sion. His hair is grey, his dress is youthful, but many Postilions; twenty Correspondence; from his face is old. In Shelley you see the eternal child,

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