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save in that of him who with so much apathy produced it. And what a lesson does it teach us! The body in the cold, silent grave before us must put on immortality. The same ceremony, the same resurrection, the same responsibility for our actions in this world, must happen to us all; nor can we act a wiser or better part than making preparation for our departure. Fool-fool-fool,' were the last words of one on his dying bed, who, it is to be feared, had procrastinated his repentance too long, and too fearfully; while the humble Christian, sensible of a thousand failings and imperfections, still looks with the eye of faith on his Redeemer, and his soul, like the flight of an eagle towards the heavens, soars to the regions of everlasting happiness."
We conclude our notice of the "Favourite Haunts" by remarking that Mr. Jesse has produced an instructive and delighful volume, unexceptionable in its sentiments, and affording abundant proof that the author is possessed, in no small degree, of the powers of minute observation and accurate description. There are many more favourite haunts in England, and Mr. Jesse should persevere in his pilgrimages.
Zaddok, the Hebrew Wanderer.
"An eye for an eye-the world is a mart Where only this is barter'd or exacted; But when the truth would seek a heart for heart, Man wends him round the busy earth distracted, And finds this pure exchange is only acted On Life's false theatre-the tone, the mien, May be the same, but not in faith compacted. There is no inward life-that which hath been peace before the world, is war behind the scene!" Zaddok has within him more, perhaps, of Puseyism than might be expected from a Hebrew wanderer. On his arrival in England, he quarrels principally with cruelty to asses-with pews in churches, and with their closed doors on week days, because, it would appear, he is withheld by a pine or oaken door, an iron bolt, or a patent lock, from prayer. When Zaddok wanders farther, perhaps, he may be taught that prayers are not confined to churches-that for them the whole earth has been sufficiently consecrated. But if he travels much farther, there is vigour enough in his pen to give the critics trouble. Ile will not write and perish unnoticed.
By H. Hardinge | Annesley; and other Poems. By Anna Harriet Drury.
Freiburg. Canto I. London: E. Churton.
THE principal poem is short; and tells the work done, and the affection gained, by a young and earnest rector in an English country parish; contrasting the superior usefulness and worth of a life spent in seeking the im
As this is but Canto I., and the author leads us to believe that there are to be several more cantos, we can scarcely express an opinion of the work, which, from its introduction, threatens to deal roughly with many different customs. Zaddok, it would seem, is to be a reli-provement of mankind rather than the acquisition of gious Childe Harold-travelling over the world like the Wandering Jew-but for the purpose of detecting error, although not for that alone. It is almost unnecessary for a character of this description, journeying aimless, that he should have known sorrows. Zaddok had drunk of sorrow's saddest cup :
"He yields, he bends not now-yet, was there time
Amidst the graves of earth, and now he stands alone!
"And thus to be alone-the heart still young, And full of love and feelings conjugal, With power to smile-this is to be among The combs, and yet not dead-or through the hall, Where every chair and picture doth recail The childhood gone-to wander, desolate, And know, that this we feel within is all Remains to say we live-then close the gate And fly-the recollections we can never hate!
"And he had children, too-sweet lambs were they; His bosom cherish'd them-for them his prayer Did hourly rise- he taught them how to pray! And watch'd each little thought-bud, lest the air Might harm its growth; and he had hopes which were The soul of all his energy-they gave His toil repose, and bade him persevere Against hope oft-but ah! 'tis His to save Who brings our hopes, our prayers, and children, to the grave!
"And he had friends: they, too, are gone. The flower
Is bright, but frail, it has not truth-the shower,
But love it, culture, feed it, as we may.
It withers, dies. We had misgivings, fears,
Yet struggled still-but no! the sunny ray Is not the soul of friendship-this appears Through change, unchanged-'tis nourish'd by its own fresh tears!
wealth; for the narrative is supposed to be given by an aged parishioner to a school comrade of the rector, who returning, enriched by Indian commerce, seeks his old friend, and finds his monument. The incidents are very simple, but not less affecting on that account. The little volume does not merely promise greatness, it realises the promise, although there may be even more power in some of the minor than in the principal poem; as, for example, in the verses we subjoin :—
"THE GRAVE OF THE LOST.
"Here rests a Man of guileless fame,
To them who never rested here:
Though warned with toil and stained with sin;
For that which toiled and sinned within?
"Yea, dust may sleep where Etna glows,
The tempest howls, or churns the billow;
"Lost child of dust and Deity!
What 'vails thee that mysterious birth?
From all of heav'n, save life, estrangedDemon in will, though worm in power! "Rest was before thee; all required
Was love, the work and pledge of faith;
The Saviour bled to change thy lot;
Had saved thee-but thou wouldest not!
"That day is past-thy mouldering tent
What awful monument is thine?
Great God of Judgment! who but thee Hath eye to scan, or hand to paint, The death of immortality.'
The Shadow of the Pyramid; a Series of Sonnets. By
a difficult work—one more likely to try his poetical power than a continuous narrative. The selection of incidents is judicious; the field was wide, and would supply many poets. There are sixty-eight light sonnets in the volume; there might be as many thousands, and Egypt remain unexhausted. We cordially agree in an opinion expressed by Mr. Ferguson, that Egyptian history presents temptations which poets seem to have wonderfully resisted. We like the idea or plan of his volume, and the ideas and thoughts that he has wrought into the work. The Nile richly deserves the first place in anything regarding Egypt, and has it here :
"River of Egypt who at first didst place
No friendly stream thy lonely path attends; *
Perpetuating thus eternally
A giant lie, to blot from history's page
Aye-set him there! well chosen is the spot;
And a "flower" from the sepulchres is beautifully introduced:
"And gentle tokens are there. Here is one-
On this frail toy from distant lands conveyed-
That is of the past: the next not in the volume, but that we quote, is from the future, written by anticipation :—
"Fiend of the desert, tremble! for the hour
Of thine abasement is approaching fast;
It will be a curious question in Turkish colleges, and probably between rival sects, if the Mahomedan system endure much longer, whether a railway journey to Meces can count as a pilgrimage; but on the great pilgrimage of the overland route, a line of rails from Suez to Cairo would be to the homeward-bound an important aid.
justice to his theme. So far as they go, we should
The poet seems at a loss to know whether his sonnets
answer that question very decidedly in the affirmative.
The Lord's Supper. By the Rev. David King, LL.D., author of "The Ruling Eldership of the Christian Church." Edinburgh: John Johnstone.
THE author of this work is well known as one of the most able and influential of our Dissenting clergymen, who, amid the overwhelming pressure of congregational and public duties, has found leisure for the composition of two excellent treatises on the Ruling Eldership and on the Lord's Supper. The work before us is divided into seven chapters -The Passover-the Supper instituted by Christ while observing the Passover-probable reasons for instituting the Supper at that particular time-the Lord's Supper illustrative of the scheme of salvationa commemorative institution-a medium of fellowshipa seal of the covenant and its relation to futurity. These varicus topics are discussed with great ability and a thorough knowledge of the subject. It well deserves, and we doubt not will receive, an extensive circulation.
The Clergyman in the Gaol. An Essay on Prison Discipline. By George Heaton, A.M., Assistant Chaplain of Gloucester County Gaol. London: Houlston & Stoneman.
THIS small treatise consists of twelve chapters, which are devoted to the consideration of the following subjects: -Preliminary remarks; of prisoners before trial; a suggestion for a pro tempore treatment of untried prisoners; of convicted prisoners; officers of the prison; the chapel
in Egyptian tombs, apparently unlisturbed for 3000 years. * Vessels of Chinese manufacture have frequently been found They are supposed to have been imported through India, and the characters are the same as those used in China at the present day. A common motto upen them is that quoted in the sonnet above.
in the prison; on Divine service in the corridor; on the school-room in the prison; on gradations in prison discipline; on the mode, &c., of clerical instruction; on the causes of crime; on the prevention of crime.
The observations on these topics are, in general, judicious, like the author's conclusions. This is especially so with regard to the opinions he advances in chapters sixth, | seventh, and ninth. We cannot, however, speak so favourably of the author's style; it is defective in point of clearness and precision. But, perhaps, this want is compensated for by the fact that the matter of the work is the product of one who is practically acquainted with the important subject on which he writes-of one who has had several years' experience in a large county prison, and who has likewise had the advantage of inspecting and becoming acquainted with the system pursued in other prisons.
No one, on reading such a treatise as this, can refrain from drawing a contrast between our prisons, as they now exist, and as they existed several years ago, and at the same time rejoicing at the enlightened views and Christian sympathy manifested in the remarkable improvements
fold happen to be torn and mangled by the wolf, or driven
Angell James. London: 1847.
Ax earnest treatise, by an earnest man, on a deeply momentous subject. We wish we could induce every minister, preacher, and student of divinity, attentively to read, and inwardly to ponder, the contents of this little It is written with great energy, clearness, and
that have been introduced into them. What would the benevolent, and devoted, and self-denied Howard think, An Earnest Ministry the Want of the Times. By John were he now to revisit our land, and enter our gaols and penitentiaries, and witness the reformation that has there taken place, not only as regards the improvements that have been made with a view to the bodily health and comfort of the prisoners, but especially as regards the provision made for accomplishing the great end of correction and prison discipline-even the intellectual and moral reformation of their unhappy inmates? Let us hope that the important subject discussed in this treatise will continue to receive that share of the attention and consideration of our statesmen, and of society in general, which it undoubtedly deserves, and that no expense will be grudged that shall be considered necessary for introducing those improvements that may still be called fornot only in our prison discipline at home, but likewise in our penal colonies abroad.
We subjoin an extract from the chapter regarding the prevention of crime :
"Of all political subjects, this (the prevention of crime) has always been most neglected. To track a man down to his cabin, bring him to justice, find him guilty, and punish him for his offence, is all well enough; but what should we say to the father that paid no attention to the education of his family, if we saw him engaged in a laborious and expensive process of inquiry into the case of some crime committed by one of his children? My good fellow, this is all very well; but are you not suffering for the truth of the old adage, A stitch in time saves nine?" Had you bestowed half the pains, two or three years ago, that child would have been a comfort instead of a curse to you, and would now be a profitable addition to your means instead of so grievous a burden, on your hands. Just this has been the way in which the world's fathers have dealt by the world's children.
"Education, then, in the fear and admonition of the Lord, is what is wanted for the rising generation, what must not be suspended when any of the lambs' of the
vivacity. No drawling, no simpering, no straining at effect, no refining away of bold statement and honest counsel, but plain, direct, downright, faithful dealing with both the head and the heart. The principles laid down are excellent, as respects the manner as well as the matter of preaching. The illustrations are copious and appropriate; and as for the style of the book, it is elegant, without being fastidious, perspicuous without being mean, and animated without being boisterous.
While approving of the whole, we set a special value on the author's remarks respecting the manner of preaching, the characteristics of the times in which we live, and the means to be employed in order to obtain an earnest ministry. We thank him, in particular, for his faithful condemnation of the practice of reading sermons, now becoming so unhappily fashionable with such as would be thought our best preachers.
We scarcely know how a benevolent person of wealth could confer a greater benefit on the Church of Christ than by taking steps to have this invaluable little treatise put into the hands of ministers of religion, and of young persons who are in course of training for the sacred office. Cordially do we thank Mr. James for this production of his pen; and we,devoutly pray that, through the blessing of God, his labours may contribute to secure what is certainly one of the greatest wants of our times—an earnest ministry.
THE PRASLIN FAMILY.
THE chapter of coincidences is one claiming more interest than is generally bestowed upon it. As the same dream will more than once haunt
the same pillow, so in life do we see names and places, after long intervals of time, again associated with the peculiar circumstances that before
made them remarkable, and the self-same acci- even at this present day; and in this manner dents befall the same families.
The grandfather of the hero of the most horrible tragedy of modern times, the late Duke of Praslin, also stained his hand with the blood of an innocent, a virtuous, a high-born lady, under circumstances, doubtless, of less cold-blooded premeditation, of less brutality, less revolting to humanity, inasmuch as the hapless victim was not bound to him by such manifold and sacred ties; he pierced not the heart that beat for him, and him alone, but one that was steeled against him by another affection. Still it was innocent blood ruthlessly shed, and which might have cast a deeper stain on the Praslin escutcheon, had not the ways of dealing out justice in those days been far different from our own.
The "Annual Register" of 1768* gives the following account of the affair, under the head of an extract of a letter from Paris :
"The new year commences with an account of a very tragical affair, that has just happened to our ambassador at the court of Naples; the fact is this: the Viscount of Choiseul, our said ambassador, unhappily casting his tender regard towards a young lady of that place, of a good family, before engaged to the Count of Conitz () (Kaunitz), the emperor's ambassador, and taking advantage of the Count's absence, pressed this fair Italian lady with the most ardent professions of love; and, to forward his suit, overwhelmed her with presents, but all in vain, she still proving inexorable. One day, in a fit of rage and despair, he drew his sword and plunged it three times in her body. Some say she died on the spot; others, that she is not yet dead, but mortally wounded. However, the king of Naples, informed of this shocking scene, dispatched a courier hither, and our king immediately ordered his said ambassador home, and he is since sent to the Bastile. This melancholy transaction has so affected the Duke de Pladin (Praslin), the Viscount's father, that he has been at the point of death with grief on this sad occasion, and is still unable to attend to any business, nor has been at court since the beginning of the new year.
The father of this Viscount de Choiseul, the then Duke of Praslin, was a man of very loose morality. Though married, he formed the closest intimacies with actresses; and we find several curious references to this Duke and his family in that curious work entitled "Memoires Secrets pour servir à l'Histoire de la Republique des Lettres en France, ou Journal, d'un Observateur," | printed in London, doubtless through motives of prudence, and which closely resembles, in form and matter, our Annual Register. In the year 1763, he introduced to the Parisian boards a protege of his own, a woman who afterwards gained a sort of celebrity by the very excess of her vices, named De Luzi, or Deluzi, for so it is indifferently spelled; and though we cannot presume to assert that there exists any connexion between that actress and the heroine of the late Duke's abominable tragedy, still there is plenty of room for the supposition that the latter may be the descendant of that person. The practice of retaining their own names along with those which marriage confers on them was always very general among actresses, as we see in the case of Mesdames Dorus-Gras, Viardot Garcia, and so many more
Vol. ii., 1768, page 73,
one might be justified in supposing Mademoiselle De Luzi to have come by the united names of Luzi Desportes. This is, however, mere conjecture. The fact of the Duke of Praslin, of 1763, having taken a tender interest in the Mademoiselle De Luzi of his own time, is better established; and certainly it cannot but be considered a somewhat strange coincidence that, after so long an interval of time, scandal should afresh connect the names of De Luzi and Praslin.
In 178, the death of this nobleman's wife gave rise to a protracted lawsuit, so curious in its nature as to deserve notice. That lady had throughout life exhibited a violent and most unnatural dislike for her children, in consequence of which she left the whole of her large fortune to an utter stranger, and one whom she had never even beheld, for the mere purpose of disinheriting those whose claims upon her were so direct. It would seem the Duchess had ever entertained a conviction that these children did not belong to her, but were the adulterous offspring of her husband and the celebrated and clever actress Mademoiselle Dangeville, which he had fraudu lently substituted for those she had lost in infancy. That this belief, which nothing could ever shake, was the root of that aversion which made her hate during life, and disinherit after death, those whom she was compelled to permit to call themselves her children, but never could bring herself to look upon as such, is cerbeen questioned, except with reference to her tain. As this lady's sanity never seems to have will, and as this conviction did not leave her even at the hour when the mist of prejudice or error generally fades from eyes about to turn away from all earthly objects, it is but fair to presume that some strange circumstance or other, to this day unexplained, gave rise to such cruel suspi cions in her mind-perhaps the dying confession of some repentant or malicious nurse-of one who wished to atone for past deceit, or, with her last breath, to avenge some long-remembered injury or slight-who can tell? So clear are the effects, the causes so obscure, in most family dramas.
The children and grandchildren succeeded in having her will annulled, under the plea that nothing but insanity could account for a mother's disinheriting her own offspring. The Prince of Guémené, the heir she had named, was nonsuited, and the Duchess only thought of as a lusus nature. But, perhaps, a less harsh judgment might have been passed upon one whose husband had devoted the better part of his life, and the affections which he had vowed to share with her, to one of the unworthy of her sex. The strong enduring passion of the Duke for Mademoiselle Dangeville might well have embittered the Duchess, and made her believe him capable of any, and every, unjustifiable and unprincipled action towards herself. And, again, when she saw her eldest son, the Viscount de Choiseul, render himself guilty of a deed of such brutal, bloody import, as the murder, or attempted murder, of the
THE PRASLIN FAMILY.
minor, his legacy must be claimed, which has given rise
Italian lady, the thought might naturally enough suggest itself, that the blood of a profligate actress, and (for Mademoiselle Dangeville was not famed for being over-nice in such matters) that of some equally unscrupulous father, more probably flowed in the veins of this bad man, than that of a virtuous lady like herself, or of a man, weak and foolish indeed, but of an acknowledged mildness of temper, like her husband. The disgust naturally consequent upon the evil courses of both father and son, joined to other, and more secret, domestic occurrences, which latter must be mere matter of conjecture since she did not choose to reveal them, most probably led to the doubts she entertained as to the rights of her children to that title, and caused her to withdraw her affec-nuary, 1766, with the same evil sentiments which she tions from them.
"It is said that Madame de Praslin imagined her children were not hers, but that her husband had successively substituted for her own those of the same sex ho had with Mademoiselle Dangeville. Romantic and absurd as this supposition was, it had so thoroughly possessed the mind of that singular and vaporous lady that it inspired her with an enduring aversion for her posterity, on whom she never bestowed the slightest mark of tenderness. She had drawn up a former will, bearing date the 7th of Jaconfirmed in her second, dated 19th February, 1779. "Neither did Madame de Praslin love her husband; she only mentions him in her will to throw ridicule on him, by an absurd legacy :—‘I beg Monsieur le Duc de Praslin, my husband, to accept the model of the horse in brought from my castle of La Flèche.' bronze, on which is Henry the Fourth, which I have
Considered even as a mere groundless caprice, an idée fixe, based on the mere dislike of her husband and all that belonged to him, still it is strange that the name of Praslin should thus have been again connected with a certain share "It is, perhaps, the first instance on record of a of scandal before the tribunals of the country. mother and grandmother-the Duchess having seen even Some names are really unfortunate in France; her third generation-having conceived the desire of The disinheriting all her progeny, born or yet to be born, and such, for instance, as that of Castellane. well-known Marquise de Ganges bore it before of having executed her will, as far as lay with her, without any legitimate or apparent motive, with the coolness her second ill-starred marriage, and the Countess and clear-headedness of the calmest reason. of Entrecasteaux, whose murder by the hands of her own husband took place under much the same circumstances as those of the late Duchess Sebastiani Praslin, was a Mademoiselle de Castellane. How much more might be added, graphically and historically, to the chapter of coincidences-but the limits of this slight sketch of the antécédens, as the French call it, of the Praslin family, will not permit more than the following extracts, translated from the "Memoires Secrets," touching the will of the Duchess (greatgrandmother to the late Duke), and a reference to have may those irregularities of her husband, that warped her judgment and changed her heart :
"Another strange fact appears in this case; that, namely, of her not having happened to know the young Guémené named in default of the Prince of Soubise, and her having mentioned him in so vague a manner that bio-(there being two younger sons of that name) it would later have given rise to a suit betwixt the brothers, in
"11th April.*-The Duchess of Praslin, who died on the 27th December, 1783, has left an olographe testament, at once singular and unnatural, by which, although leaving children and grandchildren, she names as sole legatee a stranger to her blood, the Marechal Prince de Soubisse, and in case of failure, the youngest son of the Princess Guémené. The Prince of Soubise yielded up his claim at once; but young Guémené, being as yet a * Vol. xxv., page 222, of the "Memoires Secrets."
order that law should determine upon the real legatee. Madame la Duchesse de Praslin's name was Champagne, and she had brought her husband more than 150,000 livres a-year.''
The next extract records the Duke's connexion with Mademoiselle Dangeville, as follows :—
"16th November, 1785.-The Duke of Praslin is just dead; Mademoislle Dangeville is inconsolable for this loss. They had lived together for more than half a century. He was an honorary member of the Academy of Sciences. It is not known whether he leaves any memorials of his talents, but a million, one hundred thousand livres, in gold, were found in his possession at his death-at least so rumour says."
The Vicomte de Choiseul's attempted crime in Italy did not take place before 1768, two years later, so that her prejudice was even anterior to his transgression. + This was more than the present franc. Great-grandfather to the late Duke.
THE currency will be discussed early in the next session, and under many disadvantages. The leading statesmen in the House of Commons are pledged to the present system. Two of the principal organs of opinion in the London press support it. The power of the monied interest in its struggle with industry is great, and increased by the ignorance prevalent on the subject. There can be no doubt that commercial distress exists. There can be no question that it is more intense
and severe than at any period for many years.
The same journals that ascribe our embarrassments to the corn speculations madly urged them. They pro