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about pictures and of acceptations of critical enabling it to do this seems to be found too authority, of sectarian belief and of world- feeble, or affected, or grotesque. For anyly toleration, together with a certain imma- thing more, the inarticulate tones of music turity of literary judgment and a character- are as adequate to devotion as the sublimistic tendency to incoherence. “Turner,” est formula that Milton or Dante could he says, "did a great work, if it were only have shaped. It is only since religion has to have been the occasion of Ruskin's mar- been so much philosophized, and has in so vellous eloquence”; and of Dr. Cumming great degree ceased to be a passion, that he writes, as if transcribing literally from we have begun to find the hymns which his note-book : “ His voice is rich and our forefathers sang with rapturous unconmellow without being powerful. He is a sciousness rather rubbishy literature. How tall man, with high, white forehead and blank, and void of all inspiration, they seem white hair. It was difficult to find a seat, for the most part to be! Good men wrote even upon the pulpit stairs. Dr. Cum- them, but evidently in seasons of great ming, as a graceful, yet not effeminate mental depression. How commonplace is preacher, has good claims to his celeb- the language, how strained are the fancies, rity.”

how weak the thoughts! Yet through these It remains for us to praise the author's stops of lead and wood, the music of chariconscientious effort at all times to convey ty, love, repentance, aspiration, has poured information, and his success in this effort. from millions of humble hearts in sweetness He has doubtless seen everything that is that blessed and praised. worth seeing in the country he has passed With no thought probably of affecting over ; and if we cannot accept the whole of the standard hymnology were the hymns his book as literature, we have still the im- written in the little book before us. They pression that we should find it one of the are characterized by poetic purity of diction best and thoroughest of hand-books for as well as tenderness of sentiment. They travel in Old England.

express, without freshness of intuition, the emotions and desires of a devoutly re

ligious nature ; and they commend themHymns. By HARRIET McEwen Kim- selves, like some of the best and earliest

Boston : E. P. Dutton and Com- Christian hymns, by their realization of the pany.

Divine essence as something to be directly

approached with filial and personal affecRELIGIOUS emotion has asked very little tion. Here is no burst of fervid devotion, of literary art ; and if we are to let hym- but rather a quiet love, breathing contrition, nology witness, it has received as little as it faith, and praise in poems of gentle earnesthas asked in times past. To call upon ness, which even the reader not imbued Christ's name, to bless God for goodness with the element of their inspiration may and mercy, suffice it ; and no form of words find graceful and pleasing.




A Magazine

of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics.

VOL. XX. — AUGUST, 1867. — NO. CXVIII.



can have recourse to the more sug

gestive stimulants, which will dress his MADNESS?

future up for him in shining possibilR. CLEMENT LINDSAY reME

ities that glitter like Masonic regalia, turned to the city and his usual until the morning light and the waking labors in a state of strange mental agi- headache reveal his illusion. Some tation. He had received an impression kind of spiritual anæsthetic he must for which he was unprepared. He had have, if he holds his grief fast tied to seen for the second time a young girl his heart-strings. But as grief must be whom, for the peace of his own mind, fed with, thought, or starve to death, it and for the happiness of others, he is the best plan to keep the mind so should never again have looked up busy in other ways that it has no time on until Time had taught their young to attend to the wants of that ravening hearts the lesson which all hearts must passion. To sit down and passively learn, sooner or later.

endure it, is apt to end in putting all What shall the unfortunate person the mental machinery into disorder. do who has met with one of those dis- Clement Lindsay had thought that appointments, or been betrayed into one his battle of life was already fought, of those positions, which do violence to and that he had conquered. He beall the tenderest feelings, blighting the lieved that he had subdued himself happiness of youth, and the prospects completely, and that he was ready, of after years ?

without betraying a shadow of disapIf the person is a young man, he has pointment, to take the insufficient navarious resources.

He can take to the ture which destiny had assigned him philosophic meerschaum, and nicotize in his companion, and share with it himself at brief intervals into a kind of all of his own larger being it was capabuzzing and blurry insensibility, until ble, not of comprehending, but of aphe begins to “color” at last like the prehending. bowl of his own pipe, and even his He had deceived himself. The batmind gets the tobacco flavor. Or he tle was not fought and won. There

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had been a struggle, and what seemed “ Clement is graver than ever,” the to be a victory, but the enemy – in- young men said at the office. “What's trenched in the very citadel of life – the matter, do you suppose ? Turned had rallied, and would make another off by the girl they say he means to desperate attempt to retrieve his defeat. marry by and by? How pale he looks

The haste with which the young man too! Must have something worrying had quitted the village was only a proof him : he used to look as fresh as a that he felt his danger. He believed clove pink.” that, if he came into the presence of The master with whom he studied Myrtle Hazard for the third time, he saw that he was losing color, and lookshould be no longer master of his feel- ing very much worn, and determined to ings. Some explanation must takė find out, if he could, whether he was place between them, and how was it not overworking himself. He soon dispossible that it should be without emo- covered that his light was seen burning tion ? and in what do all emotions shared late into the night, that he was neglectby a young man with such a young ing his natural rest, and always busy girl as this tend to find their last ex- with some unknown task, not called pression ?

for in his routine of duty or legitimate Clement determined to stun his sen- study. sibilities by work. He would give him- “Something is wearing on you, Clemself no leisure to indulge in idle dreams ent,” he said. “You are killing yourof what might have been. His plans self with undertaking too much. Will were never so carefully finished, and you let me know what keeps you so his studies were never so continuous busy when you ought to be asleep, or

But the passion still wrought taking your ease and comfort in some within him, and, if he drove it from his

way or other?" waking thoughts, haunted his sleep un- Nobody but himself had ever seen til he could endure it no longer, and his marble or its model. He had now must give it some manifestation. He almost finished it, laboring at it with had covered up the bust of Liberty so such sleepless devotion, and he was closely, that not an outline betrayed it- willing to let his master have a sight of self through the heavy folds of drapery his first effort of the kind, - for he was in which it was wrapped. His thoughts not a sculptor, it must be remembered, recurred to his unfinished marble, as though he had modelled in clay, not offering the one mode in which he without some success, from time to could find a silent outlet to the feelings time. · and thoughts which it was torture to “Come with me,” he said. keep imprisoned in his soul. The cold The master climbed the stairs with stone would tell them, but without pas- him up to his modest chamber. A sion; and having got the image which closely shrouded bust stood on its pedpossessed him out of himself into a estal in the light of the solitary winlifeless form, it seemed as if he might dow. be delivered from a presence which, “That is my ideal personage,” Clemlovely as it was, stood between him and ent said.

“ Wait one moment, and you all that made him seem honorable and shall see how far I have caught the worthy to himself.

character of our uncrowned queen.” He uncovered the bust which he had The master expected, very naturally, but half shaped, and struck the first to sce the conventional young woman flake from the glittering marble. The with classical wreath or feather headtoil, once begun, fascinated him strange- dress, whom we have placed upon our ly, and after the day's work was done, smallest coin, so that our children may and at every interval he could snatch all grow up loving Liberty. from his duties, he wrought at his se- As Clement withdrew the drapery cret task.

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stared at it in amazement. He looked portrait bust, which -- it was foolish to at it long and earnestly, and at length talk about ideals — was not Liberty, turned his eyes, a little moistened by but Myrtle Hazard. some feeling which thus betrayed itself, It was too nearly like the story of the upon his pupil.

ancient sculptor : his own work was * This is no ideal, Clement. It is an over-match for'its artist. Clement the portrait of a very young but very had made a mistake in supposing that beautiful woman. No common feeling by giving his dream a material form he could have guided your hand in shap- should drive it from the possession of ing such a portrait from memory. This his mind. The image in which he had must be that friend of yours of whom fixed his recollection of its original I have often heard as an amiable young served only to keep her living presence person. Pardon me, for you know that before him. He thought of her as she nobody cares more for you than I do, clasped her arms around him, and they - I hope that you are happy in all were swallowed up in the rushing wayour relations with this young friend of ters, coming so near to passing into the yours. How could one be otherwise ?” unknown world together. He thought

It was hard to bear, very hard. He of her as he stretched her lifeless form forced a smile. “You are partly right,” upon the bank, and looked for one brief he said. “There is a resemblance, I moment on her unsunned loveliness, trust, to a living person, for I had one —“a sight to dream of, not to tell." in my mind.”

He thought of her as his last fleeting “ Did n't you tell me once, Clement, glimpse had shown her, beautiful, not that you were attempting a bust of In- with the blossomy prettiness that passnocence ? I do not see any block in es away with the spring sunshine, but your room but this. Is that done ? "

with a rich vitality of which noble out“ Done with !!Clement answered; lines and winning expression were only and as he said it, the thought stung the natural accidents. And that singuthrough him that this was the very lar impression which the sight of him stone which was to have worn the had produced upon her, - how strange! pleasant blandness of pretty Susan's How could she but have listened to guileless countenance. How the new him, — to him, who was, as it were, a features had effaced the recollection of second, creator to her, for he had the others !

brought her back from the gates of In a few days more Clement had fin- the unseen realm, — if he had recalled ished his bust. His hours were again to her the dread moments they had vacant to his thick-coming fancies, passed in each other's arms, with While he had been busy with his mar- death, not love, in all their thoughts. ble, his hands had required his atten- And if then he had told her how her tion, and he must think closely of every image had remained with him, how it detail upon which he was at work. had colored all his visions, and minBut at length his task was done, and gled with all his conceptions, would he could contemplate what he had not those dark eyes have melted as made of it. It was a triumph for one they were turned upon him ? Nay, so little exercised in sculpture. The how could he keep the thought away, master had told him so, and his own that she would not have been insensible eye could not deceive him. He might to his passion, if he could have suffered never succeed in any repetition of his its flame to kindle in his heart ? Did it effort, but this once he most certainly not seem as if Death had spared them had succeeded. He could not disguise for Love, and that Love should lead from himself the source of this extraor- them together through life's long jourdinary good fortune in so doubtful and ney to the gates of Death ? difficult an attempt. Nor could he re- Never! never ! never! Their fates sist the desire of contemplating the were fixed. For him, poor insect as he



clear," adding some variations of his making of sad mouths, and the rest,

“ That's the solo for my prima but left her to her own way, as already donna."

the property of that great firm of World In the mean time Myrtle seemed to & Co. which drives such sharp bargains be showing some new developments. for young souls with the better angels. One would have said that the instincts Cynthia studied her for her own purof the coquette, or at least of the city poses, but had never gained her confibelle, were coming uppermost in her dence. The Irish servant saw that nature. Her little

attack some change had come over her, and passed away, and she gained strength thought of the great ladies she had and beauty every day. She was be- sometimes looked upon in the old councoming conscious of her gifts of fasci- try. They all had a kind of superstination, and seemed to please herself tious feeling about Myrtle's bracelet, with the homage of her rustic admirers. of which she had told them the story, Why was it that no one of them had but which Kitty half believed was put the look and bearing of that young in the drawer by the fairies, who man she had seen but a moment the brought her ribbons and partridgeother evening ? To think that he feathers, and other simple adornments should have taken up with such a with which she contrived to set off her weakling as Susan Posey! She sighed, simple costume, so as to produce those and not so much thought as felt how effects which an eye for color and cunkind it would have been in Heaven to ning fingers can bring out of almost have made her such a man. But the nothing. image of the delicate blonde stood be- Gifted Hopkins was now in a sad, tween her and all serious thought of vacillating condition, between the two Clement Lindsay. She saw the wed- great attractions to which he was exding in the distance, and very foolishly posed. Myrtle looked so immensely thought to berself that she could not handsome one Sunday when he saw and would not go to it.

her going to church, not to meeting, But Clement Lindsay was gone, and for she would not go, except when she she must content herself with such knew Father Pemberton was going to worshippers as the village afforded. be the preacher, that the young poet Murray Bradshaw was surprised and was on the point of going down on his confounded at the easy way in which knees to her, and telling her that his she received his compliments, and heart was hers and hers alone. But he played with his advances, after the suddenly remembered that he had on fashion of the trained ball-room belles, his best pantaloons; and the idea of who know how to be almost caressing carrying the marks of his devotion in in manner, and yet are really as far off the shape of two dusty impressions on from the deluded victim of their suavi- his most valued article of apparel turned ties as the topmost statue of the Milan the scale against the demonstration. cathedral from the peasant that kneels It happened the next morning, that on its floor. He admired her all the Susan Posey wore the most becoming more for this, and yet he saw that she ribbon she had displayed for a long would be a harder prize to win than he time, and Gifted was so taken with her had once thought. If he made up his pretty looks that he might very probamind that he would have her, he must bly have made the same speech to her go armed with all implements, from the that he had been on the point of makred hackle to the harpoon.

ing to Myrtle the day before, but that The change which surprised Murray he remembered her plighted affections, Bradshaw could not fail to be noticed and thought what he should have to by all those about her. Miss Silence say for himself when Clement Lindsay, had long ago come to pantomime, – in a frenzy of rage and jealousy, stood rolling up of eyes, clasping of hands, before him, probably armed with as


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