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Arabia. This is the secret that Mr. D’Israeli has to among the cypress groves. The palm tree trembles as it disclose in the work. No revelation ever came to man

passes as if it were a spirit of woe. Is it the breeze that

has travelled over the plain of Sharon from the sea ? Or cxcept in Arabia ; and no human instrument was over is it the haunting voice of propbets mourning over the city chosen to hear the will of God oxcept one of the Arab that they could not save ? Their spirits surely would linráce." This is the great object of the book—the ex

ger on the land where tbeir Creator had deigned to dwell,

and over whose impending fate, Omnipotence had shed altation of the Hebrew race. Poor Tancred is made human tears. From this Mount! Who can but believe to deplore that his ancestors were “spawned" in the that, at the midnight hour, from the summit of the Ascendark recesses of some Baltic forest; and one is apt to battlements of their mystic city? There might be counted

sion the great departed of Israel assemble to gaze upon the - think, in reading the work, that the author believes in heroes and sages who need shirink from no rivalry with the - the Hebrew race having had some superior origin to the brightest and the wisest of other lands; but the lawgirer

of the time of the Pharoahs, whose laws are still obeyed, rest of mankind. They sprung from Adam, and he was the monarch whose reign bas ceased for three thousand formed out of the red earth in the neighbourhood of years, but whose wisdom is a proverb in all nations of the

earth; the teacher whose doctrines have niodelled civilized Damascus; but the people of this country—"fiat-nosed Europe; the greatest of legislators, the greatest of admin: Saxons"-were spawned somewhere on the coasts of istrators, and ibe greatest of reformers, what race, extinct the Baltic. Mr. D'Israeli is complimentary ; more

or living, cun produce three snch men as these! over, he is ridiculous. . The various etiorts made The wailing breeze has become a moaning wind; a white

“The last light is extinguished in the village of Bethany. by the Duchess to wean Tancred from his project, film spreads over the purple sky; the stars are veiled, the not an extraordinary one in the present age-introduce and the valley of Jehoshaphat. The tower of David merges

stars are hid; all becomes as dark as the waters of Kedron, him to the hollow ways of aristocratic life in London, | into obscurity; no longer glitter the minarets of the Mosque and agnın they are painted very black. These efforts were

of Omar; Bethesda's angelic waters, the gate of Stephen,

the street of sacred sorrow, the hill of Saleri, and the all unsuccessful. The pilgrim left on a new crusade, in beghts of Scopes, can no longer be discerned, Alone in ; search of a revelation, accompanied by a physician, a the increasing darkness, while the very line of the walls friend of the family, and a Hebrew courier, froun the greatest gradually cludes the eye; the church of the Holy Sepulchre

Hebrew house in London. There were no incidents by "And why is the church of the Holy Sepulchre a beacon - the way. · Jerusalem was safely reached, and here is its

light?

Why, when it is already pastihe noon of darkness, description :

when every soul slumbers in Jerusalem, and not a sound disurbs the deep repose, except the howl of the wild dog

crying to the wildler wind-why is the cupola of the sane"The broad moon lingers on the summit of Mount Oli-tuary illumined, though the lour has loug since been numvet; but its leam has long left the garden of Gethsemene bereil, when pilgrims there kneel and monks pray! and the tomb of Absalom, the waters of Kedron and the * An armed Turkish guard are bivouacked in the court dark abyss of Jehoshaplat. Full falls its splendour, how- of the church; within the church itself; two brethren of ever, on the opposite city-vivid and defined in its silver the convent of Terra Santa keep holy watch and ward; blazes. A lofty wall, withi turrets, and towers, and frequent while, at the tomb beneath, there kneels a solitary youth, gates, undulates with the unequal ground which it covers who prostrated himself at sunset, and who will there pass as it encircles the lost capital of Jehovah. It is a city of unmoved the whole of the sacred night. hills, far more famous than those of Rome : for all Europe has heard of Sion and of Calvary, while, the Arab and the Assyrian, and the tribes and nations beyond, are as igno, Jerusalem by moor:light; but the ancient city has its

Such is Mr. D'Israeli's description of the hills about rani of the Capitolian and Aventine Mounts, as they are of the Malvern or the Chiltern Hills.

gossipers. In the divan of a wealthy Jew, idlers discussed ". The broad steep of Sion, crowned with the tower of Tancred's object in going there. Some said he was the David; nearer still, Mount Moriah, with the gorgeous temple of the God of Abraham, but built, alas! by the child of Queen of England's brother como over to sell cottons ; Hagar, and not by Surah's chosen one; close to its cedars but here are their speculations; and its cypresses, its losty spires and airy arches, the moon

Jight falls upon Bethesda's pool; further on,entered by the “So there was a fine pilgrimage last night; the church in gate of St. Stephen, the eye, though 'tis the noon of night, of the Holy Sepulchre lighted mp from sunset to sunrise,

traces with ease the street of Griet, a long winding ascent an extra guard in the conrt anouly the Spanish prior and to a vast cupolaed pile that now covers Calvary, called the tko brethren premitted to enter. It must be 10,000 piasstreet of Grief, because there the most illustrious of the tres at least in the cofiers of the Terra Santa. Well, they human, as well as of the Hebrew race, the descendant of want something! it is a long time since we have had a LaKing David, and the divine Son of the most favoured of tiu pilgrim in El Khuds. woinen, twice sank under that burden of suffering and “* Yet you have heard what he has done.' shame, which is now throughout all Christendom the em- “* And why is this silent Frenchiman smoking your lablem of triumph an'l of honour; passing over groups and takia,' he continued, in a low voice. He comes to Jerumaşses of houses bult of stone, with terraced roofs or sur- salem at the same time as thus Englishman. There is mounted with small comes, we reach the hill of Salem, more in this thun meets our eye. You do not know the where Melchusedeek built his mystic citadel and still re- northern nations. They exist only in political combinamains the hill of Scopus, where Titus gazed upon Jerusalem tions. You are not a politician, my Besso. Depend upon on the cre of his final assault. Titus destroyed the temple. it we shall bear more of this Euglishınan, and of his doing The religion of Judea has in tum subverted the funes, something else than praying at the Holy Sepulchre.' which were raised to his father and to himself in their im- “ • It may be so, most noble Emir, but as you say I am perial capital; and the God of Abraham, of Tsane, and of no politician. Jacob, is now worshippel before every altar in Rome. "* Would that you were, my Besso! it would be well for

“ Jerusalem by moonlight! 'Tis a fine spectacle, apart you and for all of nx. See, now,' he ulded, in a whisper, from all its indissoluble associations of awe and beauty. ** And they say after all that this was not a Latin pilThe mitigating lour softens the austerity of a mountain grim,' said Barizy of the tower. "landscape magniñcent in outline, however harsh and se- *** lle could not bave been one of my people,' said the vere in detail; and, while it retains all its sublimity, re- Armenian, or he never would have gone to the Holy Semoves much of the savage sterness of the strange and un- pulchre with the Spamsh prior.' rivalled scene. A fortified city almost surrounded by ra- “* Had he been one of your people, said Pasqualigo, vines, and rising in the centre of chains of far spreailing he could not have poid 10,000 piastres for it pilgrimage.' bills, occasionally offering, throngh their rocky glens, the * * I am sure a Greek never would, said Barzy, 'unless gleams of a distant and richer land!

he were a Russian prince.' * The moon has sunk behind the Mount of Olives, and ** And a Russian does not care much for rosaries, unless the stars iu the darker sky shine doubly bright over the they are made of diamonds,' said Pasqnaligo. sucred city. The all pervading stillness is broken by a ". As far as I can make out this morning,' said Barizy of breeze, that seems to have travelled over the plain of the tower, it is a brother of the Queen of England.' Sharon from the sea. It wails among the tombs and sighs ““I was thinking it might be that,' said Pasqualigo, netVOL. XIV,NO. CLXIV,

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lled at his rival's early information, the moment I heard | emblazoned in a manner more permanent, and more he was an Englishman.'

striking to the eye. They may, however, be both seen by The English do not believe in the Holy Sepulchre,' all those who visit Jerusalem, and who enjoy the flowing said the Armenian, calmly.

hospitality, and experience the boundless benevolence of “* They do not believe in our blessed Saviour,' said Pas- this prince of Hebrew merchauts." qualigo, but they do believe in the Holy Sepulchre.'

“Pasqualigo's strong point was theology, and there were Tancred meanwhile was engaged in making up an acfew persons in Jerusalem who, on this head, ventured to maintain an argument with Irim.

quaintance with Besso's only daughter, in her garden at ** How do you know that the pilgrim is an Englisl an? Bethany. He had wandered uninvited into the kiosk. asked their host. *** Because his servants told me so,' said Pasqualigo.

The sun of Syria was strong. The fountains were alluring. “He has got an English general for the principal offi- He sat down by one of them, and fell aslecp. While he cer of his household,' said Barizy, · which looks like blood slept, Eva, Besso's daughter, walking in the garden, royal, a very fine man, who passes the whole day at the English consulate.'

threw a cloak over the Saxon youth to shield him from *** They have taken a house in the Via Dolorosa,' said the sun; and, when he waked, the lady was watching Pasqualigo.

" of Hassan Nejed!' continued Barizy of the tower, by the fountain. It is quite romantic. Instead of sendclutching the words out of his rival's grasp; Hassan ing her servants to turn out the intruder, this Oriental asked tive thousand piastres per month, and they gave it!' damsel Alung a cloak, or a shawl, or something else, over What think you of that? '

" "He must indeed be an Englishman,' said Scheriff the Saxon's head to guard him from a sun-stroke, and Effendi, taking his pipe slowly from his month. There watched beside him while he slept. It is thoroughly was a dead silence when he spoke; he was much respected. romantic this meeting of the Marquis from Yorkshire,

“ He is very young,' said Barizy of the Tower; “younger than the Queen, which is one reason why he is not on the and Miss Eva Besso of Jerusalem, at Bethany. What throne ; for, in England, the eldest always succeeds, except could come of it? We shall see. The parties introin moveables, and those always go to the youngest.'

" Barizy of the Tower, though he guve up to Pasqualigo duced themselves, and went right into the most important in theology, partly from delicacy, being a Jew, would yield matters, like old friends at once : to no man in Jerusalem in his knowledge of law.

“ • It he goes on at this rate,' said the Armenian,he The path to the right leads to Bethany." will soon spend all his money. This place is dearer than “ The force of association brought back the last words Stambool.'

that he had heard from a human voice. And can be sleep “• There is no fear of his spending all his money,' said without seeing Bethany? He mounts the path. What a their host, ' for the young man has brought me such a landscape surrounds him as he moves! What need for letter, that if he were to tell me to rebuild the temple, I nature to be fair in a scene like this, where not a spot is must do it.'

visible that is not lieroic or sacred, consecrated or memo“ • And who is this young man, Besso,' exclaimed the rable; not a rock that is not the care of prophets; not a Invisible, starting up, and himself exhibiting a youthful valley that is not the valley of heaven-anointed kings; not a countenance; fair, almost efteminate; no beard, a slight mountain that is not the mountain of God!" moustache, his features too delicate, but his brow finely “Before him is a living, a yet breathing and existing archell, and his blue eye glittering with fire.

city, which Assyrian ironarchs come down to besiege, “ . He is an English lord, said Besso, and one of the which the chariots of Pharoahs encompassed, which Roman greatest; that is all I kuow.'

Emperors have personally assailed, for which Saladin and And why does he come here ? inquired the youth. Caur de Lion, the Desert and Christendom, Asia and · The English do not make pilgrimages.'

Europe, struggled in rival chivalry—a city which Mahomet * that apparently inanimate mass, Scheriff Effendi; that sigbed to rule, and over which the Creator alike of Assyrian man bas a political lead, he understands a combination, kings, and Egyptian Pharoahs, and Roman Cæsars, the he is going to smuggle me five thousand English muskets framer alike of the Desert, and of Christendom, poured into the Desert. He will deliver them to a Bedoueen forth the full effusion of his divinely human sorrow. tribe, who have engaged to convey them safely to the “What need of cascade and of cataract, the deep green mountain. There; what do you think of that, my Besso! turf, the foliage of the fairest trees, the impenetrable forest, Do you know now what are politics? Tell the Rose of the abounding river, mountains of glaciered crest, the voice Sharon of it. She will say it is beautiful. Ask the Rose of birds, the bounding forms of beauteous animals-all wbat sbe thinks of it, my Besso.'

sights and sounds of inaterial loveliness, that might be. ** Well, I shall see her to-morrow.'

come the delicate ruins of some archaic theatre, or the lin“ “ I have done well; have I not?'

germg faues of some forgotten faith! They would not be 6 • You are sausfied; that is well."

observed as the eye seized on Sion and Calvary, tbe gates “Not quite, iny Besso; but I can be satisfied, if you of Bethlehem and Damuscus, the hill of Titus, the mosque please.'

of Mahomet and the tomb of Christ. The view of JerusaYou see that Scheriff Effendi there, sitting like an lem is the history of the world : it is more, it is the history Afrite-he will not give me the muskets unless I paylıim for of earth and of lieuven.'". them--and the Bedoneen chief, he will not carry the arms “I was tempted by the first sight of a palm tree to a unless I give him 10,000 piastres. Now if you will pay step too boli, and then sitting by this fountain; I know these people for me, my Besso, and deduct the expences not how it was -from my Lebanon Loan when it is negotiateil, that would You vielded to our Syrian sun,' said the lady. 'It has le a great service. Now, now, my Besso, shall it be done!" been the loom of many; but you, I trust, will not find it he continued, with the conxing voice, and with the wheed- fatal. Walking in the garden with my maidens, we obling manner of a girl. “ You shall have any terms you served you, and one of us covered your head. If you relike, and I will always love you so, my Besso. Let it be main in this land you should wear the turban.'” done, let it be done! I will go down on my knees, and • This garden seems a paradise,' said Tancred, 'I had kiss your hand before the Frenchman, which will spread not thought thut anything so fair could be found among your fame throughout Europe, and make Louis Philippe these awful mountains. It is a spot that quite becomes take you for the first man in Syria, if you will do it for me. Bethany.' Dear, dear, Besso, you will pay that old camel Scheriff " You, Franks, love Bethany ?' Effendi for me--will you not :--and please the Rose of Naturally: a place to us most dear and interesting.' Sharon as much as me!

“Prav, are you of those Franks who worship a Jewess; “My prince,' said Besso, have a fresh pipe; I never or of those other wbo revile her, break her images, and can transact business after sunset.'

blaspheme her pictures ? " Tbe reacler will remember that Sidonia had given ** I venerate, though I do not adore the mother of God, Taucred a letter of credit on Besso. He is the same said Tancred with emotion. Resso who was the friend, at Jerusalem, of Contarini *** Ah! the inother of Jesus !' said bis companion, 'He Fleming, and this is the same chamber in which Contarini, is your God. He lived much in this village, He was a his host, and others who were present, inscribed one night, great man, but be was a Jew, and you worhip bim.' before their final separation, certain sentences in the *** And you do not worship bim?" said Tancred looking panels of the walls. The original writing remains, but up to her with ar enquiring glance, and with a reddening Bé650, as we have already seen, bas had the sentences / cheek.

scarce.

cal.'"

"* It sometimes seems to me that I ought,' said the lady,

** I don't know that I don't,' said Baroni, mysteriously. for I am of his race, and you should sympathize with

I have a very fine parcel,' said the man, it is very your race.'

"You are then a Hebrew?'
"'I am of the same blood as Mary whom you venerate

No starch or myrrh in it?' asked Baroni. but will not adore.''

"Do you think I am a Jew?' said the man.

never could make out what you were, friend Dark"You just now observed,' said Tancred, after a mo

nsh; but as for scammony, I could throw a good deal of mentary pause, 'that it sometimes almost seems to you that you ought to acknowledge my Lord and Master. galls and tragacanth.

business in your way at this moment, to say nothing of He made many converts at Bethany, and found here some

"As for tragacanth,' said Darkush, 'it's known that of his gentlest disciples. I wish that you had read the

no one in Esh Sham has pure tragacanth except me; as history of his life. * “ I have read it. The English Bishop here has given afis, but is it afis of Moussoul Effendi?'

for galls every foundling in Syria thinks he can deal in me the book. It is a good one, written, I observe, entirely by Jews. I find in it many things with which I I could recommend you with a safe conscience. I dreamed

“* What you say are the words of truth, good Darkush: agree ; and if there be some from which I dissent, it may last night that there would be many piastres pass between be that I do not comprehend them.'

us this visit,' “You are already half a Christian !!” said Tancred "What is the use of friends, unless they belp you in with animation. “* But the Christianity which I draw from your book,

the hour of adversity! exclaimed Darkush.

"You speak ever the words of truth. I am myself in does not agree with the Christianity which you practise, a valley of nrk shadows. I am travelling with a young said the lady; and I fear, therefore, it may be hereti- English capitani, a prince of many tails; and he has de". The Christian Church would be your guide.""

clared that he will entirely extinguish my existence, unless “« Which?' enquired the lady; "there are so many in

he pays a visit to the Queen of the Ansarey.' Jerusalem. There is the good bishop who presented me

"* Let him first pay a visit to King Soliman in the cities

of the Gin,' said Darkush, doggedly. with this volume, and who is himself a Hebrew--he is a Church : there is the Latin Church, which was founded replied Baroni, 'for he is a man who will not take nay.

“I am not sure that he will not, sometime or other,' by a Hebrew: there is the Armenian Church, which be

But now let us talk of scammony,' he added, vaulting on longs to an eastern nation, who, like the Hebrews, have lost their country, and are scattered in every clime : one might get more by arranging this visit to your moun

the counter, and seating himself by the side of Darkush; there is the Abyssinian Church, who holds us in great honour, and practise many of our rites and ceremonies : Darkush; but if it cannot be, it cannot be.'

tains than by enjoying an appalto of all its gums, friend and there are the Greek, the Maronite, and the Coptic

" . It cannot be.' Churches, who do not favour us, but who do not treat us

'Let us talk then of scammony. You remember my as grossly as they trcat each other.'

old master, Darkush?' Tancred's subsequent doings in Syria are those of a not one.'

* • There are many things that are forgotten but he is mad enthusiast. He makes a pilgrimage to Sinni, ex- ««• This capitani with whom I travel; this prince of many pecting an answer to his mission there ; is attacked by tails, is his friend. If you serve me now, you serve

also him wlio served you. the Rechabites whose chief is Eva's grandfather; fights; ««• There are things that can be done, and there are is wounded; a prisoner ; relieved on parole ; visits things that cannot be done.'

"Let us talk then of scammony. But fifteen years ago, Sinai; returns in fover; is nursed by Eva; and recovers

when we first met, friend Darkush, you did not say nay from the use of her wild herbs; scrapes up an acquaintance to M. de Sidonia. It was the plague alone that stopped with a wild Emir of the Lebanon ; takes farewell of us.

««• The snow on the mountain is not the same snow as Eva, who leaves on her journey to be betrothed to one

fifteen years ago, Effendi. All things change!' of her tribe, while Tancred departs for the Lebanon ; ««• Let us talk then of scammony. The Ansarey have resides with the Emir ; plots with him to revolutionise friends in other lands, but if they will not listen to them,

many kind words will be lost. Things also might happen Asia Minor; holds meetings with the chiefs ; journies which would make every body's shadow longer. But if with his friend the Emir to Aleppo; is introduced to there be no sun their shadows cannot be seen.

"Darkush shrugged his shoulders. Besso, the rich Jew; meets again his daughter and her

“*If the sun of friendship does not illumine me,' re. lover, and departs on a journey to the young Queen of sumed Baroni, *I am entirely lost in the bottomless vale. the Ansarey, whom the Emir expects to interest in the Truly, I would give a thousand piastres, if I could save revolution of Asia Minor. The Ansarey are not, however, my bemil by taking the capitanı to your mountains.

* « The Princes of Franguestan cannot take off heads,' accessible. They live alone, cherishing old customs, and observed Darkush, "All they can do is to banish you to worshipping the old Ileathen deities in the midst of the islands inhabitated by demons.

". But the capitani of whom I speak is prince of many Syrian mountains. The interview between Baroni, tails, is the brother of Queens. Even the great Queen of Tancred's Hebrew courier, and the agent of the Ansarey the English, they say, is his sister.'

"He who serves Queen's may expect backsheesh! in Aleppo, is so amusing, that we quote it:

“ And you serve a Queen, Darkush.' “ Seated on what may be called his counter, smoking a

“Which is the reason I cannot give you a pass for the nargilly, in a mulberry-coloured robe, bordered with fur, mountains, as I would have done fifteen years ago, in the and a dark turban, was a uniddle-aged man of sinister time of her father.' countenance and air, a long hook nose and a light blue

"6" Are her commands then so strict?'

“That she should see neither Moslem nor Christian. eye. ** Welcome, Effendi,' he said, when he observed Baroni; She is at war with both, and will be for ever, for the many welcomes! And how long have you been at Est quarrel between them is beyond the power of man to Sbam ?

remove.' "Not too long,' said Baroni; ' and have you been here

"" And what may it be?' since my last visit?'

"• That you can learn only in the mountains of the An" Here and there,' said the man, offering him his pipe. sarey,

' said Darkush with a malignant smile. "** And how are our friends in the noutains' sud “Baroni fell into a musing mood After a few moments Baroni, touching the tube with his lips and returning it. thought he looked up and said—" Whut you have told me • They live,' said the man.

friend, Darkush, is very interesting, and throws light on “« That's something,' said Baroni.

many things. This young prince, whom I serve, is a ** Have you been in the land of the Franks?' said the friend to your race, and knows well why you are at war man.

both with Moslem and Christian, for he is so himself. But ** I am always in the land of the Frariks,' said Baroni, he is a man sparing of words, dark in thought, and terrible and about.'

to deal with. Why, he wishes to visit your people, I ** You don't know any one who wants # parcel of dared not inquire, but now I guess, from what you have scammony!' said the man.

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a far land merely to visit his race, a man who is a prince 'I am here,

' said Tancred, advancing from the kiosk,
among the people to whom piasters are as water. I pale and agitated. “Why am I wanted ?'
doubt not he has much to say to your queen. Things " Colonel Brace began to explain, but all seemed to speak

inte bet
might have happened that would have lengthened all our at the same time.
shadows; but never mind, what cannot be cannot be; let “The Duke and Duchess of Bellamont had arrived at
us talk then of scammony.

Jerusalem, ««• You think he is one?' said Darkush in a lower tone, and looking very inquiringly.

So the third volume closes, and we are left to guess “I do,' said Baroni.

the consequences; though we trust that Eva lost not And what do you mean by one?' said Darkush.

“That is exactly the secret which I never could pene- her own heart and her lover's hand; for the young trate.

Jewess is the finest character in the work. “I cannot give a pass to the mountains,' said Darkush, but the sympathy of friends is a river tiowing in a fair

What is Religion ? garden. If this prince, whose words and thoughts are

The question answered. By dark, should indeed, be one-could I see him Efendi?' Ilenry Colman. London: Chapman Brothers.

“It is a subject on which I dare not speak to him,' said Baroni. I hinted at his coming here: his brow We hope Mr. Colman means well by this discourse; but was the broir of Eblis; his eye Aashed like the red light

we take leave to doubt it. It is the substance of what he ning of the Kamsin.-It is impossible! What cannot be done, cannot be done. He must return to the land of his seems to have held forth, on Sunday, Septeinber 27th, fathers, unscen by your queen, of whom he is perhaps a 1846, at the New Gravel-Pit Chapel, Hackney, near brother; he will live, hating alike Moslem and Christian; but he will banish me for ever to islands of many demons.

London, • for the first time," as he says, “in his life, ** The queen shall know of these strange things,' said and, in all human probability, for the last.” Mr. Colman Darkush, and we will wait for her words:

is not, therefore, a regular preacher, and perhaps merits " · Wait for the Mecca caravan" exclaimed Baroni. • You know not the child of storms, who is my master,

the application of the admonition, ne sutor ultra crepidam. and that is ever a reason wby I think he must be one of His wish, he alleges, is “ to aid, in a very humble way, you. For had he been softened by Christianity, or civilized by the Koran,

the cause of universal forbearance and charity.” But it Unripe tigs for your Christianity and your Koran!' seems to us that he sets to work exactly in the way that exclaimed Darkush. "Do you know what we think of your Swift accuses those people of doing, who, under the name Christianity and your Koran ?' No,' said Baroni, quietly. 'Tell me.''

of weeding out prejudices, would attempt to eradicate "You will learn in our mountains,' said Darkush. virtue, morality, and religion. We should regret to do 'Then you mean to let me go there?'

Mr. Colman any wrong; but it is ominous of something "If the queen permit you,' said Darkush."

not quite orthodox to find him taking for his motto, from Permission was granted for the travellers to proceed.

an anonymous author, who is probably Mr. Colman himThey went on their way; met the Queen ; visited ber

self, such a sentence as this : " People will not believe
idol gallery ; and were making progress in their negotia-
tion, when her Majesty was pleased to take a fancy for that it is possible to be religious without a religion.”

Does Mr. Colman believe so? We are led to think he
Tancred, and was disposed to make him King of the
Ansarey-an honour which, at the same time, the Emir may be so absurd, for we see that in his notes he ventures
desired for himself. So he whispered to the Queen that of Christ is acknowledged, its extension is limited indeed."

to assert that “if Christianity exist only where the name the Queen of England's brother was insane, or nearly ; We should doubt if Mr. Colman knows anything about betrothed to a Jewess, whom he wanted to place on the

Christianity. throne of Syria ; and this Jewess was Eva. Unfortunately, Eva, journeying with her father, the person to Christendom and Heathendom : or Sound and Sense. whom she was to be betrothed, and a Turkish guard, An Allegory. London: Olliviere. met the Ansarey ;-a combat ensued, the Turks were

As we are somewhat at a loss how to characterize or defeated, Besso was wounded, and Eva taken prisoner. even to describe a work which has been pointed out to our She was handed over to the Queen, and in the end sen

special attention, it may save the reader's time to say, in tenced to die, because Tancred loved her. The Emir few words, that here the opinions and doctrines found in had, however, been indebted to her father, and felt ob- the singular lucubrations of Mr. Urquhart, and in the liged to rescue the lady. Tancred was left alone, and mysterious publication named the Portfolio, are promulmade General-in-Chief of the Ansarey. In that capa- gated in substance, but in a new form. Without pretendo city he fought a battle with the Turks, and gained a ing to disguise or deny the sins and shortcomings of Chrisbrilliant victory; and having gained it, ran off ; escaped tendom, we cannot, however, believe that the sun moves to Jerusalem ; met with Eva in the kiosk at Bethany from west to east, or is likely soon to do so. again, and at evening and alone. They had undergone many adventures since they met there first. It was na- Free Thoughts on Protestant Matters. By the Rer. T. tural to speak of them, and natural to go farther. They D. Gregg, M.A. Second Edition, Dublin : Curry & had just come to a full and perfect understanding on

Co. 1847 their position, when

This is a second edition of Mr. Tresham Gregg's book, * At this moment a shout was heard, repeated and in- for he boasts of having already disposed of 1200 of a first creased; soon the sound of many voices and the tramp of impression. That it is devoted to advocate "the adoppersons approaching. The vivid and brief twilight had died away. Almost suddenly it had become night. The tion of a policy by the State which may involve the asvoices became more andible, the steps were at hand. cendancy of the Established Church,” is scarcely sufficient Tancred recognised his name, frequently repeated. Behold a crowd of many persons, several of them bearing to account for this amount of popularity « within the torches. There was Colonel Brace in the van; on his year of its appearance;" for Mr. Gregg himself admits right was the Rev. Mr. Bernard; on his left Dr. Roby. that what he terms “the alteration in the British Consti. Freeman and Trueman and several guides and native servants were in the rear, most of them proclaiming the name

tution caused by the repeal of the Test and Corporation of Lord Montacute.

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Catholics, and Dissenters from the Church of all sorts, a kind and generous master, and unselfish friend, he was have been admitted to a participation in the government universally beloved and admired, and, to crown all reof the realm,” have rendered it " totally vain to expect" marks, he was distinguished by the title of Truth

Teller.'" this exploded consummation. Neither do we suppose the fame of the publication before us to be greatly de

A work like this can for one thing do little harm, if it rived from its dedication to Mr. Benjamin D'Israeli, M.P., be calculated to do little good, which we fear it is from in the somewhat forlorn hope that he

its desultory character. avert impending ruin, and guarantee, at the same time, the integrity of the Empire, the safety of the Crown, and

NEW POEMS. the well-being and happiness of the people.” Mr. Gregg gives in his adhesion to Mr. D'Israeli “ for his tri- | Sacred Meditations, and Voral Themes, in verse. Ву umphant exposure of the apostate Minister who, in pre

the Rev. Robert Montgomery, M.A., Oxon. Third ferring a base expediency to sacred principle, has not only

Edition. London : Fisher, Son, & Co. 1847. betrayed the cause of truth but given a shock to public Ir is pretty well settled that James Montgomery is an morality !" This amusing dedication is a fair sample of adept in the difficult department of the sacred lyre ; the the whole context.

attempts of his more aspiring namesake Robert have

been scarcely so successful. It were rash, perhaps, to Memoir of the Rev. Henry Francis Cary, M.A. By

venture upon a criticism of this work under its new title his Son. In two vols. London: Edward Moxon.

of “ Sacred Meditations,” when we are met at the out1847.

set with the information that, to the “high opinion exIf Cary were not acknowledged to be the most free pressed by the public, both of the poetical character and translator of Dante, he must be regarded as the most moral worth of The Sacred Gift,' by Robert Montgofaithful. We hardly know if any translation ever came mery,'' we owe this reprint of it in a more popular form. up so closely to its original as Cary's Dante. The repro- Now, with the utmost deference to “ the public," we duction of a work so comprehensive, necessarily presup- should incline to solicit less rashness in pronouncing these poses literary training and accomplishments of the highest little opinions ; for, really, we cannot help thinking that order on the part of the translator : and the literary stu

Mr. Montgomery's " Moral Themes and Meditations dent, who asks for a model of study, will rejoice to learn will be found somewhat turgid and inflated. Indeed, that the literary journals and correspondence of this great Mr. Montgomery has been flattered by this mistaken scholar are included in the two volumes of biography, which kindness into the error of erecting an entirely new stanthe filial piety of the Rev. H. Cary, of Worcester College, dard of criticism. • The Omnipresence of the Deity," Oxford, has prompted him to produce. The literary for instance, is upheld as an immaculate piece of poetry, journals evince certainly astounding monuments of per- because it has now reached its twenty-third edition ; and severing study-quite such as we would expect in the tran- also that “the assault made by the Edinburgh Review slator of Dante. But, in addition to the hard-earned on • The Omnipresence' is no longer in the remotest deliterary character of this excellent man, his correspon-gree applicable ; inasmuch as every single passage, withdence, embodied in the Memoir, establishes the fact of his out a solitary exception, which that review censured, has possessing the most amiable qualities of heart and gentle been revised and corrected.” This is higlıly amusing, ness of disposition.

and amazingly modest ! Key to the Questions on Generalities. By G. M. Sterne. Poems. By Ralph Waldo Emerson. London : Chap

man, Brothers. London: Longmans.

Those who have seen this writer's Essays, edited by We think the “Qucstions on Generalities' very likely Mr. Carlyle, can neither have forgotten them nor fail to to be useful as a book of exercises ; although we object experience a strong desire to know how so bold and origiprecisely to what the critics, for the most part, praise-nal a prose writer may come forth as a poet. If, like its generality. Miss Sterne has derived the idea of the ourselves, they come to the conclusion that Emerson is wurk from practical experience in her school. Practical

more poetical in his prose essays than in his rugged experience is the best possible source of improvement. though vigorous rhymes, no great harm will be done. But we rather fear that generalities of all sorts are too The man appears alike in both : daring, eccentric, rusha frequently the specious forms which instruction in ladies' ing on in his impetuous course, without once heeding schools assumes. And, strange to say, while we should whom he jostles or oversets, so that he awakens or ashave thought rather better of ladies' schools for the inven- tounds. In the mere accomplishmect of verse," Mr. tion displayed by Miss Sterne in getting up a set of ques. Emerson shows numerous, and probably irreparable detions even on “Generalities,” six or a dozen of which fects. He has a bad, an unmusical, or unrythmical ear, being given to the pupil to answer in writing within a yet is there more truc poetry in some of his tuneless week, stimulates individual rescarcla in the proper books picces than in many volumes of well-scanned, melodious supplied for the purpose, we think rather worse of the

We must, however, confess that we have met matter since we have seen the lady's Key to the “ Gene with no late volume of poetry which supplies more temptralities" in question. We do not, for instance, think the ing material to crities inclined to scofling and derision. following oracular response altogether a model for com

Let them scoff: Byron, Wordsworth, Keats, and many position ;-.

more, have passed through a more severe ordeal than “ Alfred possessed qualities far more noble than those that by which Mr. Emerson may be tried, not merely unof a warlike chief : as a legislator, a promoter of learning: scathed but triumphant. lle is neither a Wordsworth

verse.

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