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ing down among the stones and roots with a soft | ness, and she laughed so immoderately that she tinkling sound, most musical to hear. At the was obliged to lean against a lily-stalk until she end of the broad walk which led from tlie centre could recover herself. of the garden, and up which the ground rose "Oh, Rosy-cheeks !” said she, catching her gradually, a marble palace glittered in the sun- breath, “Don't try floating yet awhile ; you are shine. Turret and dome, tower and pinnacle, altogether too fat for that. “You look as if you each was of snowy whiteness.

had been fed on plum pudding all your life.” While Rosy-cheeks stood entranced-breath- Poor Rosy-cheeks! He began to feel as if he less, there issued from the palace door, a troop of wouldn't object to a small dish of plum-pudbeauteous beings, dainty in form, and gorgeous in ding just then, and secretly hoped they would attire. They danced gaily down the grassy lawn offer him something a little more substantial which encircled the palace, singing in sweet, than dew to eat when he reached the palace. flute-like voices, a merry little ditty. Rosy- Fairy Daisy, being at length composed, and cheeks caught the words now and then, as their Rosy-cheeks having scrambled up, they started song rose in louder strains.

up once more. Daisy's tiny feet skimmed lightly

over the grass, while Rosy-cheeks, following We dance, we sing,

closely behind, unconsciously tried to adopt her Gaily, gaily,

airy gait, and he succeeded-much as a little In our fairy ring,

turtle might, floundering along after a swiftGaily, gaily.

winged butterfly, and endeavouring to imitate We're a joyous band,

its motions.
For in mirth always

Arrived at the palace, Rosy-cheeks had a bet-
We pass our days.
Nor cold or rain,

ter view of the wonderful carvings which adorned Nor care or pain,

the cornice, windows and doors. These were Disturb our land.

of the most delicate and exquisite workmanship. Alike to us day's golden light,

None but fairy-fingers could have wrought Alike to us the stormy night,

them. While we dance, we sing,

Daisy touched a golden knob, and the door In our fairy ring,

flew open, and, as it swung back, Rosy-cheeks Gaily, gaily.

saw that the hinges, also, were of the purest

gold. Upon entering the hall he was almost The last words were repeated softly at Rosy- dazzled by the variety of colour and brilliancy cheek's side. He turned and beheld one of theglit- of everything. The floor was paved with altertering little fairies, almost loaded with roses, nate blocks of gold and silver, while the ceiling pansies, and lilies, which she held in her arms and sides of the room glittered with precious and gracefully offered to Rosy-cheeks.

stones of every colour, arranged to represent “Oh, you delicious little mortal!" said she, bouquets of flowers. laughing merrily. “We all know you well. Down through the shining hall waltzed Daisy. You are Rosy-cheeks. And so you wish you When near the lower end she turned and led the were a fairy and lived in Fairy-land? A fairy way into another room, not so large as the first, you cannot be, but you shall stay with us for and square in form. This room was quite as ever, if you like. Is it not all very lovely? But magnificent so the hall-carvings in marble, come, now, and I will show you more closely relieved by glittering bouquets of gems, adorned the palace yonder. But first take a sip of dew the sides and ceilings—while windows of the from this fragrant lily-cup.” As she said this softest tinted glass admitted the light. she held out to Rosy-cheeks a snow-white lily. In the centre of the room stood a circular table

Rosy-cheeks thought that it was indeed a sip, of marble, and in the centre of this towered a as he saw but one or two drops of dew in the huge bouquet of natural flowers, dewy and fralily. However, being in Fairy-land, he deter- grant. Numerous dainty dishes of crystal and mined to do as fairies did. So, seizing the lily, I gold covered the remainder of the table. Around he endeavoured to lift it to his lips; but, alas! | it were seated the same merry fays whom Rosy, the grasp of those fat little fingers was too much cheeks had seen dancing on the lawn. "Ah, for the delicate lily, and it fell in fragments to now,” thought he, “I shall have some dinner.” the ground. Rosy-cheeks, quiet mortified, began The radiant little fairy Queen rose, smiling picking up the petals.

graciously, as Daisy came near and presented “Ab, well, never mind!” said the pleasant Rosy-cheeks, telling her where she had found little_fairy ;

we have thousands more just like him, and that his desire was to dwell in Fairy: it. Follow me, and we will go to the palace." land, and enjoy perpetual summer, mirth, and ! Then away she flitted, now floating like thistle- | idleness. down in the air, and now skipping lightly among The Queen said she was rejoiced to see Rosythe flowers. Rosy-cheeks followed, tripping as cheeks, and hoped he would never wish to leave gently as he could after the fairy, and as he was them, and bade him be seated by her side. anxious to be as fairy-like as possible, he The fairies who acted as waiters at the table tried to float in the air too; but, instead of float- immediately offered him the choicest dainties of ing, he suddenly found himself lying on the the feast. The first was in a golden dish with a ground, among the pansies and mosses. This tiny golden spoon, and Rosy cheeks delighted was too comical for even the little fairy's polite-- himself with thinking that he was going to have

some warm, rich soup-possibly oyster soup, of, to please. But his fat legs and high-laced which he was extravagantly fond. He took the boots made him dreadfully clumsy, and he felt spoon and tasted--alas for his oyster-soup! that be was not doing it quite like the fairies; He found it possessed a very insipid taste, but still he flattered bimself--as people generally most delightful perfume.

do when dancing—that he was very graceful, " That,” said the Queen, "is something very for all that. The fairies, however, thought him delicious. Knowing you were to dine with us, so awkward, that they could scarcely restrain my fairies all toiled very hard to procure a quan- their laughter, and one of them whispered to tity. It is crushed peach and apple-buds, another, yet so loud, that Rosy-cheeks could flavoured with the dew from clover-blooms hear her plainly-"He acts for all the world gathered an hour and a-half before sun-rise.” like a monkey or baboon, doesn't he?” Rosy

The Queen evidently considered this dish as cheeks now tried harder than ever to be light something wonderfully fine, and Rosy-cheeks, and graceful, until his dear little legs fairly not wishing to offend her majesty, endeavoured ached. to look pleased, and tried to eat of the mixture. The fairies kept dancing on unwearied, someHowever, the poor little fellow was now really times almost flying over the grass, until they hungry, and thought longingly of his mother's were far away from the palace in a wild, but plentiful table, her beef-steak, bread and butter, lonely valley, and here they danced, and sung, broiled chicken, &c.

and played their fairy-games till midnight, and Tears filled his eges, which the good Queen Rosy-cheeks was almost ready to drop with noticing, asked the cause.

hunger and fatigue. " Why, Rosy-cheeks, what is it? What The Queen, seeing how much they were would you like?” said she.

enjoying themselves, told them that if they liked “A little bread and butter, if you please," they might dance until sunrise. At this,- Rosysaid Rosy.cheeks in a modest tone, never doubt, cheeks, despairing of sleep or rest, broke down ing but what there was plenty of it in this grand entirely, and cried and sobbed most bitterly. palace.

“What is the matter, my dear?" kindly “ Bread and butter !” almost screamed the asked the Queen, Queen.

“I want to go to bed and to sleep," said “ Bread and butter !” echoed all the little Rosy-cheeks. fairies in horror.

"To bed!" sneered the saucy little fairies. "Or else some meat,” said he, thinking per- "No wonder you grow 80 fat, sleeping all the haps this would be better.

time !" "Meat !” fairly shrieked the Queen.

But the good-natured Queen bade them be Meat !” again echoed the little fairies; and still, and told Rosy-cheeks that, if he wished, then they all looked so perfectly shocked and she herself would take him to his home. She disgusted, as to be utterly unable to utter then led him gently away towards the palace, another word, but sat with their eyes wide- and he was soon in the same beautiful garden stretched and their hands upraised, as if their where he first beheld Fairy-land. fairy-wits had entirely left them.

And now," said the Queen, "let this be a Rosy-cheek's face grew very red, and he felt lesson to you, Rosy-cheeks. Always be conmuch as he did that day at school when a boy tent with your condition and surroundings in life. called him “baby," and he sent him "flyingTry to see the bright side of everything-to as be expressed it. He clinched his fist down enjoy the winter as well as summer-time, to love under the table, and partly rose from his chair, your mother and be thankful for her kind but, upon second thought, concluded there were care. Then you will be a good and happy little here rather too many to send "Aying" all at boy. Now lie down on that mossy bank, and once, so, contenting himself with a fierce scowl, you will soon be asleep.” he resumed his seat.

Rosy-cheeks did as he was bid, and when he The Queen now explained to him, in a awoke the next morning it was to find himself very dignified manner, that “although those in his own bed at home, with sister Jane kissing things which he had asked for were doubtless him on mouth, cheeks and eyes, and cryingwell enough for such coarse mortals as he had Merry Christmas, Charlie-merry Christbeen living with, yet they were so extremely mas!" gross, and disgusting, that no well-bred fairy He was quite bewildered at first, but at last ever mentioned, much less touched them." managed to say—“Oh, dear, I am very glad I

Rosy-cheeks felt quite awed at the Queen's am home again !" manner, and resolved to conform to their “Home again l” said Jane; "why where ways as much as possible in future.

have you been?" The Queen soon after rose, and taking Rosy- “In Fairy-land," said he. cheeks by the hand, led the way out to the lawn. “Oh, you have only been dreaming !" said Here the fairies all joined hands and began Jane. singing, while they circled and waltzed over the But Rosy-cheeks could never be made to grass. They moved very swiftly, and with the believe that it was “all a dream." most airy, graceful whirlings and evolutions He had the pleasure of finding his stocking imaginable, Rosy.cheeks tried to imitate them full to overflowing. A little later all his cousins as closely as possible, for he was very anxious came, and they romped, and shouted, and eat plum-pudding, and turkey, and chicken-pie, and, and hoped winter would last, and last, and last had a grand, glorious, old-fashioned Christmas. —until spring came! And finally, when all the

In the course of the day Rosy-cheeks took romping and eating were done, he went to his mother to one side and told her that he loved bed, filled with contentment and— plum pudher dearly, and thought the old house splendid, ding.

OUR LIBRARY TABLE.

The GLOBE EDITION OF THE POETICAL /veloped and a literary ambition already active. WORKS OF ALEXANDER Pope, (London : At about eight years of age he had translated Micmillan and Co.)—We gather the following part of Statius, who, next to Virgil

, continued particulars of the poet's early life from the through life his favourite Latin poet; and at introductory memoir to this admirable edition twelve he had composed a play founded on the of his works, the writer of which we fancy Iliad. At Twyford he had prepared himself for we recognize : "Among the many precocious this effort by the study of Ogilby's Homer, folchildren of whom we read in literary and artistic lowed by that of Sandy's Ovid; and now that biography (and precocity is as frequent here as he was left to follow the bent of his own inclinait is rare in the case of future great statesmen ; tions, his studies continued to pursue the same for talents unfold themselves amidst tranquil direction. Considering,' he told Spence, how surroundings, but to fashion a character are very little I had when I came from school, I needed the storms of the world ?), Pope was think I may be said to have taught myself assuredly one of the most precocious. At five Latin, as well as French or Greek; and in all years of age he had already displayed sufficient these my chief way of getting them was by signs of promise to be chosen by an aunt as the translation. Translation without guidance is reversionary legatee of all her books, pictures, the ruin of accurate scholarship; but it is not and medals. His education in its beginnings Pope or his father, it is the penal statutes against and progress corresponds very closely with its Catholic teachers which are to be held accountultimate results. Pope was by necessity rather able for his having availed himself of the only than choice a self-educated man: and he never method left open to his use. It is to this period became a scholar. Science may number self- that we must ascribe the first of his preserved taught geniuses among her chief luminaries; juvenile pieces. Though he had no public, the of scholarship, as the term implies, discipline is tonic of common sense appears to have been oc. an indispensable element. Pope taught himself casionally administered by his father; and the writing by copying from printed books, and sense of rhythm was a gift which had been hence acquired at least one external mark of bestowed upon him by nature, together with a scholarly babits, the practice of minute cali- general correctness of taste in the choice of graphy crowded into nooks and corners of words and expressions which his preference for paper—a practice which afterwards in Pope's poetical over prose reading could not fail to case almost developed itself into a mania, and heighten. To these causes must be ascribed obtained for him from Swift the epithet of the extraordinary and perhaps unparalleled fact 'paper-sparing' Pope. And as he passed on that there is little vital difference, so far as form ward from the first rudiments his education re- is concerned, between some of the earliest and mained very much a matter of chance. From some of the latest of Pope's productions. His the family priest (it is very touching to find how early pieces lack the vigour of wit and the few of these Roman Catholic families lacked the brilliancy of antithesis of his later works; but ministration of one of the persecuted servants they have the same felicity of expression, and of their church), whose name was Banister, he the same easy flow of versification. It is only learnt the accidence of Latin and Greek, when in the management of rhymes that Pope's eight years of age ; and afterwards successively earliest productions are comparatively negligent, attended two small Catholic schools, one at we have it on Pope's own authority, as related Twyford, near Winchester, which he is said to by Spence, that some of the couplets in an epic have left in disgrace after feshing upon its poem on the subject of Alcander, prince of master the youthful weapon of his satire, the Rhodes, which he begun soon after his twelfth other in London, kept by a convert of the name birthday, were afterwards inserted by him withof Deane, whose principle of education seems out alteration not only in the ` Essay on Critito have been as far as possible removed from cism,' but in the 'Dunciad.' 'Alcander,' after that of unremitting personal superintendence. having progressed to the number of 4,000 lines, About this time must be dated the famous in- and though uniting in itself specimens of every cident of the boy-Pope's visit to Will's Coffee style admired by its author- Milton, and Cowley, house, the sole occasion (according to his and Spenser, Homer and Virgil

, Ovid, and account to Spence) on which he ever beheld Claudian, and Statius-was left uncompleted, Dryden. Quitting Mr. Deane’s seminary for his and ultimately perished in the fames, to which father's house at Binfield, Pope, now twelve or this juvenile magnum opus seems to have been tbirteen years of age, brought with bim little or sentenced by the author himself, and not, as no accurate learning, but tastes already de- has been stated, by Bishop Atterbury. In bie

fifteenth year Pope went to London to learn “ ENGLISH CHURCH UNION NOTICE. There will French and Italian; but there is no evidence, be a choral celebration of the blessed Sacrament at either in his letters or in his works, that he ever St. Clement's Church, for the repose of the soul of attained to any real fatniliarity with either of the late Most Rev. Father-in-God, Charles Thomas, these languages. French he seems to have Lord Archbishop of Canterbury, Primate of all Englearnt to read with ease; whether he conversed land and Metropolitan, at 11 a.m., on 3rd November, in it may be doubted, and his invariable habit in 1868. Also a low celebration at 7.45. Signed, H. G. his poetry of accentuating French words ac

CLARK, Sub-Secretary.”Camb. Chron., 28th Nov.,

1868. cording to the English rule would seem to lead to a contrary conclusion. As to Italian he is said to have preferred Ariosto to Tasso; but Upon which our Cantab breaks into the foltranslations existed of both; and the circum

lowing: stance that in bis Essay on Criticism' he un

The bell of St. Clement's, at Cambridge, justifiably singles out Vida for an unmerited

To summon the faithful doth toll, eminence among the Italian writers of the

To chant Requiescat in pacerenaissance proves less than nothing as to Pope's

Repose for the Archbishop's soul. knowledge either of that language or its literature; inasınuch as the work of Vida to which

The late lordly owner of Lambeth special allusions are made in the essay was Must never remain in the fire, written in Latin. After a few months in London Purgatorial, if we can help it we find him once more returned to the retire- By saying High Mass in the quire. ment of Binfield, and hereupon ensues a period of five or six years' close application to study. Whilst amongst us he did not believe it, As with Pope everything was precocious, so But we all know far better than he; during this early period of his life he is over

And he now can too plainly perceive it taken by that phase of despondency and seem

In the place where the cold cannot be. ingly uncontrollable melancholy which work engenders in those of sedentary, as it cures in

Holy Mary his soul soon deliver those of active, habits of life, but which has

From staying in Limbo too long, tried few at su premature a point of their

We'll give you some flowers and some candles, careers. In Pope's case the friendly advice of a

And offer our prayers in plain song. priest named Southcote prescribed the obvious

Oh " Ward” could you ward off the danger? remedy, moderation in study combined with

Oh “Wood” would your oar help to ply regular bodily exercise, and it is touching to

From a place so extremely unpleasant ? find the poet in the days of his prosperity

Tell your beads, my good fellows, and try! mindful of the inestimable service rendered him by the good father, and obtaining for the latter, We all remember to have read of the pretty at the bands of the obnoxious Walpole, a com- harvest-home processions to many of the fortable ahbacy in France.”

country churches last year, which recalled with A PASTORAL FOR THE TIMES, AFTER THE

them corn-sheaves and fruits, the old Roman MANNER OF VIRGIL Pollio. By a Cam

ceremonies in honor of Ceres (to whom we also bridge Undergraduate. Revised, with notes

remember that a swine was sacrificed), and were

in themselves harmless affairs enough; but, acby a Cambridge Graduate. (Cambridge: W Metcalfe, Green-street, 1869.)- It is not our

cording to Cantah, butter and pig's-head are custom to open our pages to polemical matters,

designedly used as symbols on the altars of the or the discussion of so-called religious questions.

Church of England at such times; and he refrom whatever quarter they present themselves'

fers the use of the latter to the old Norsemen's but at the present crisis a pamphlet published superstition of " Freya's Boar," whose image at one of the head-quarters of theological train

was one of their most sacred symbols, and ing for the national church, and published

which, strange to say, bas, in some sort, suravowedly to show the mode of thought and

vived in the yule-tide feast at our Universities. feeling which is just now in the ascendent there,

In the “ Pastoral for the Times” (which, by the deserves exceptional treatment. The theme may

way, should have come first, considering the be polemical, but it is also political, and as a

importance of the theme) the writer takes Dr. time will come when such brochures will have Manning's declaration for his key-note :historic interest, we break through our rule, and the more readily that the author, in exhibit

" The supremacy of our Crown has literally come to ing the treason of certain portions of the Church

nought. The Royal supremacy has perished by the of England to its own teaching, produces refer

law of mortality which resumes all earthly things, and ences as to events and dates (the accuracy of Vicar of Jesus Christ re-enters, as full of life as when

at this period of our history the supremacy of the which is easy of proof), and these are given with

Henry VIII. resisted Clement VII., and Elizabeth the utmost clearness. It may not be known to withstood Pius V.”* the generality of our readers that the functions of the church for the repose of the dead are Essays on Religion,” by Dr. Manning, R. C., once more in request in Protestant England :- Abp.

*

and thereupon recalls the conduct of the Elliot Stock, 62, Paternoster Row.)—We nave Roman Church through three centuries of much pleasure in noticing this pretty little promoral, religious, and political wrong-doing, duction, not only because it is written by a con taking care that every statement is borne out by tributor to our pages, but because we regard it accessible authorities, and certainly presenting as the avaunt courier of much more important the reader with a phase of Christianity from work. As a rule we abominate the religiouswhich the tenets of the Sermon on the Mount tract style of literature-a style which the had been utterly effaced in their practical bear- Society itself is evidently desirous of improve ing to humanity. The pamphlet is curious ing—but “My Little Scholar," though verging from earnestness of the writer, who evidently to the threshold of the goody, goody school, regards the engulphing of the Church of Eng- stops short of it, and is a simple, pretty story of land in that of Rome as not only possible but humble life, which children will like to readimminent.

and which teachers of Sunday-schools will do My Little SCHOLAR: By M.W. (London: 'well to purchase.

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Part I.

The mill, however, bore the same goblin repu

tation with the lane. On certain nights in the Many years since there was a sequestered year, when the wind howled through the trees, little village about twenty-five miles from the and a storm was raging, strange and unearthly city of B and situated in the most unfre- sounds were heard issuing from it, and it bequented part of that remote county. It was at came rumoured about that it was tenanted by that time an out-of-the-way region, utterly un. unearthly visitants of rather cracked reputation, known to the world at large, and half smothered These reports at last reached Billy's ears, and in fable and tradition. Long after ghosts had fairly excited his choler; for although he felt been exorcised and laid at rest in other parts of personally indifferent to the character of those the world, they maintained their foot-hold here. who occupied his mill, yet, as tenants of that A quiet, shadowy lane, which ran through a description are very apt to omit the payment of wood near the village, had a goblin reputation, rent, he had no idea of having his property and was said to be haunted by the ghost of a depreciated by their presence. Accordingly on hard-drinking miller, who had finished his life one stormy night, when the thunder was crashand his bottle at the foot of a large oak-tree ing through the sky, the blue lights dancing which grew there. Whether this last tradition about the old ruin, and the hobgoblins were be true or not, it is certain that this little village said to be in high revel, he sallied out with his was more subject to supernatural visitations cudgel, and disappeared in the thick of the than any village of its size in the country. storm, directing his steps toward the mill,

In those days, too, there was an old mill on “determined,” as he said, “ to put a stop to the border of a tree-fringed stream on which such goings on.'' What took place there was the village stood. It belonged to a hard-fisted, never known; but above the roar of the elehard-swearing, roystering fellow, named Billy ments the listening neighbours heard Billy's Harold, who feared neither ghost nor devil, but voice bellowing out curses and execrations; and had a peculiar eye to his own interest. It was as the lightning righted up the interior of the roof. a ruinous building, roofless and without sashes; less building, they caught sight of theundaunted the water-wheel had rotted and fallen into the Billy laying lustily about him, as if beset by a pool below it; and the raceway had become legion of adversaries. He did not desert his broken, and discharged its foaming waters at post until the bellowing of the storm had sunk random. The heavy beams of the building had into distant mutterings, and the forked lightning sagged and settled away, and piles of rubbish, had subsided into a dim flickering in the distant caused by the tumbling in of the roof and the horizon. Then Billy returned, with bis cudgel gradual decay of the structure, had gathered in under his arm, and his bands in his breeches it. Dark granaries and store-rooms, and pockets. He gave no account of his adventure, gloomy passages, made for no one knows what, but merely shook his head, and said that if they were still standing.

came to his mill agair, " they'd catch it."

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