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There is grandeur--there is grandeur

When the red sun disappears, And the mourning face of heaven

Waxeth bright with starry tears. Yea, above, below is grandeur,

When the dazzling day comes down, Till each distant atom sparkles

Like some passing seraph's crown. There is grandeur in the valley, When along the shores of light

Floats a sea of twilight vapour,

Till the pine grove, tall and taper, Wears the gloom of coming night;

And the silent blast descendeth,

Swimming--skimming through the haze,
Till the tasselled grass-stalk bendeth

As if trodden by your gaze;
While across the ripening meadow
Fleeth shadow after shadow ;
Gloomy spirits seem they passing,
O'er the sward their sadness tracing,

Where each unseen light-foot plays.
Oh! there's beauty--oh! there's beauty,

Seek we, turn we where we will, But a vision haunts my spirit

Of sublimer beauty still. Be it mine to live and listen,

Where the stormy echoes ring,
When the angel of the tempest

O'er these waters flaps his wing;
And the waves, like white-robed choristers,

Wild hallelujahs sing,
Wild hallelujahs utter,
Or their deeper worship mutter

To the All, of all revered,
Underneath each kingly column

Nature-chiselled,

Stark and grizzled,
Of the stately, stern and solemn,

Huge and mystic, wild and weird,

Caverned, clouded, cleft and seared
Temple of the Form of wonder,
By the mystic sons of thunder
Amid storm and darkness reared.

MUSIC AT SHIRLEY CHASE.

BY MORTIMER COLLINS.

"The most valuable collections of catches, rounds, and canons, for three or four voices, were cautiously circulated during the Protectorate; and deep in the retirement of many such a house as Woodstock the prayers for the Restoration and the practice of profane music, were kept up together."

"The merry monarch loved a tune, and small blame to him."—Quarterly Review.

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Hot and sudden swoop'd Rupert's horse

Down on the villanous Roundhead churls,
But they left young Arthur a mangled corse,

With the red mire clotting his chesnut curls:
Only son of an ancient race

As any that dwells in England's realm-
Ah, a shadow sleeps on Sir Everard's face

When he thinks of his soldier's snow-plumed helm.

IV.

Madrigal music fills the room

With a spring-like beauty and delicate grace :
Vanishes half their weary gloom

As Harry St. Osyth's manly bass
And Maud's soprano and Amy in alt

Mingle like streams on a verdurous shore:
But memory sets them once at fault

As they think of the tenor that's heard no more.
VOL. XLVIII.-NO. CCLXXXIII.

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III.

Under the moon on the cool sea shore
The wind walks over the spacious floor,
Kissing the snowy bosom'd sails,
Daintily dipping through azure vales,
And over the crisp foam bearing along
The musing mariner's midnight song;
As by the rising helm with hands
Lit in the compass lamp he stands,
Thinking of those he left at noon,
Sad on the green shore under the moon.

IV.

Under the moon by the dusty road
Pace we on to the old abode ;
Over its sycamore'd roof and walls
The listless splendour floating falls ;
Peering into the casement nook,
Piled with many a brown old book :
Spirits are they whose pages teem
With thoughtful ditty and pictured dream;
Spirits amid whose silence soon
Our own shall slumber, under the moon.

T. J.

LORD BROUGHAM.*

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All young men conscious of possess- of their most extravagant hopes, who ing or who think they possess talents even win an entrance before the chills above mediocrity are ambitious; but of age have deprived them of the only a few-a very few-succeed in power of enjoyment, or who, carrying realizing their youthful aspirations. the zest of youth with them throughTo most of them the gates of advance- out life, strive as eagerly and enjoy

as ment refuse to turn on their golden keenly in the frosts of December as hinges. Of the rest, the majority, amidst the blossoms of May. if they do get an entrance, are so What is it that distinguishes those soured by the repeated refusals of the favorites of nature from the rest of ehurlish porter whom men call Fate her children? What is the secret of or Luck, that they have no spirit re- that fascination before which even maining to enjoy those Elysian plains the powers of nature seem to yield ? which they had so often dreamed of ; We speak not of those who are born or having lost zest for the pomp of with the silver spoon, who have been those marble halls, the revels of which brought up in the marble palaces, they so often longed to enjoy, though and have sported as children in the the gate be open, they do not wish Elysian fields, but of the few among to enter, and prefer setting up the outer tenants, the cottars and their tabernacle outside the adaman- squatters of the great common, who tine walls. But there are still in all force their entrance into the palace ages, a few who rise to the summit grounds. There can be no mistake as

Contributions to the Edinburgh Review, by Henry, Lord Brougham, F.R.S., Member of the National Institute of France, and of the Royal Academy of Naples. In 3 rols. London and Glasgow : Richard Griffin and Co., Publishers to the University of Glasgow, 1856.

to the badge which distinguishes and command. And, lastly, he must these men—it is intellect. They are be honorable, and yet not over scruall men of strong reasoning faculties. pulous--honorable, that his party This is the sine qua non.

Men of may trust in him ; not over scrupubrilliant imagination often get the lous, that he may, when the crisis start at first, but unless intellect ob

comes, carry out some coup d'etat tain the mastery they lose their way which' will do the work of years, and or loiter behind. Nor is the man of compensate for the shortness of life. fine feelings and generous heart more The morality of a delicate woman or likely to succeed; he may conciliate of an amiable man would be fatal to friendship and love, but he will be great success. It is true there are inpushed aside by harder natures, and stances of men who have won their most likely will retire in disgust from spurs with spotless shield—the preur the struggle.

chevaliers of nature—but these are But though superior intellectual. the Miltons, the Chathams, the Welpowers are absolutely essential to the lingtons ; men of a different clay man who would win the prizes of from ordinary humanity, spirits of public life, these powers must be of a some other world who have been sent peculiar order. The meditative intel- here through some freak of nature. lect will not do. Its possessor is too But for the common run of ambitious much inclined to stand apart and men prudery is failure, and the Jesuit contemplate the struggling crowd, principle is a necessary element in the and as he advances in life the prizes system of their lives--a principle of ambition lose their attraction, and which, although' utterly without dethought like virtue is to him its own fence in foro conscientiæ, is pretty reward. Neither will the man of sure of an acquittal before the tribusubtile analysing mind be more likely nal of the world, if it has only been to succeed, for he loses time in at- lucky enough to retain Success as its tempting to extricate the infinite advocate. complexities of human affairs, and It will be said, why then should before he has half finished his labo- men try to rise to the dignities of rious examination the moment of life, if, in order to succeed, they must action is past. It is, therefore, the stain the purity of the ermine of practical intellect which characterises their souls? We answer, far be it the successful man of ambition. An from us to ask any one so to strive. intellect capable of directing all its Let him keep his ermine pure and energy, and of carrying along with white if he can, in the position in life it the energy of other men, towards in which he was born. This is the some definite end-a mind which ex- teaching of St. Paul. But let him not presses itself in action and in busi

complain if he do not attain what he ness, which is actuated by a desire does not strive for. The good things for results rather than for principles, of this life are not promised to the for the concrete rather than the ab- pure. In Utopia it is otherwise-the straet.

good always prosper and the wicked But in addition to this intellectual are unsuccessful—but in this nether basis, certain moral qualifications at world it is as frequently the reverse, first sight apparently incompatible arising from that unfitness of things are indispensable. For first, the am- which must ever co-exist with a state bitious man must be at once patient of probation; and it is a moral teachand restless. He must work perse- ing as dangerous as it is unsound, veringly to attain his end, but he which holds out the rewards of this must not be satisfied with it when at- world as inducements to virtue. tained. Content is fatal to his career Virtue is a road neither to riches nor -he must ever look mainly to the distinction. He who would win the future, and to the moon for his re- world's prizes must use the world's ward. Secondly, he must be obsti- weapons. He must labour, he must nate and he must be pliant-obsti- scheme, and above all he must nate, to keep to his purpose; pliant, dare. to be able to avail himself of the sinu- But it does not necessarily follow osities of life. Thirdly, he must be that the ambitious man is lost in the conciliating and imperative, for he theological sense. “ 'Twas by ambia must use the arts both of persuasion tion that the angels fell," but through

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