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A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW. “ CROAK, croak, croak,” Thus the raven spoke, Perched on his crooked tree As black as black could be. Shun him and fear him, Lest the bridegroom hear him Scout him and rout him With his ominous eye about him.

Yet, “ Croak, croak, croak,”
Still tolled from the oak;
From that fatal black bird,
Whether heard or unheard :
“ O ship upon the high seas,

Freighted with lives and spices,
Sink, O ship,” croaked the raven :
Let the bride mount to heaven."

In a far foreign land,
Upon the wave-edged sand,
Some friends gaze wistfully
Across the glittering sea.
“If we could clasp our sister,"
Three say : “ Now we have missed her!”
“ If we could kiss our daughter !”
Two sigh across the water.

Oh, the ship sails fast
With silken flags at the mast,
And the home-wind blows soft ;
But a raven sits aloft,
Chuckling and choaking,
Croaking, croaking, croaking:-
Let the bridegroom keep watch keenly
For this choice bride mild and queenly.

On a sloped, sandy beach, Which the spring-tide billows reach, Stand a watchful throng Who have hoped and waited long : “ Fie on this ship, that tarries “ With the priceless freight it carries. “ The time seems long and longer : “O languid wind, wax stronger ;

Whilst the raven perched at ease Still croaks and does not cease, One monotonous note Tolled from his iron throat: “ No father, no mother, “ But I have a sable brother : 6. He sees where ocean flows to, " And he knows what he knows, too."

A day and a night
They kept watch worn and white ;
A night and a day
For the swift ship on its way ;
For the bride and her maidens

Clear chimes the bridal cadence-
For the tall ship that never
Hove in sight for ever.

As the dreadful dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
For laughter there is weeping,
And waking instead of sleeping,
And a desperate sorrow
Morrow after, morrow.

Oh, who knows the truth,
How she perfshed in her youth,
And like a queen went down
Pale in her royal crown :
How she went up to glory
From the sea-foam chill and hoary,
An innocent queen and holy,
To a high throne from a lowly ?

They went down, all the crew,
The silks and spices too,
The great ones and the small,
One and all, one and all.
Was it through stress of weather,
Quicksands, rocks, or all together?
Only the raven knows this,
And he will not disclose this.

After a day and year
The bridal bells chime clewr ;
After a year and a day
The bridegroom is brave and gay :
Love is sound, faith is rotten ;
The old bride is forgotten :-
Two ominous ravens only
Remember black and lonely.

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.
-Macmillan's Magazine.

TO THE ALPS.

ETERNAL Alps, in your sublime abode

The soul goes forth untrammelled, and, apart From little self, expands and learns of God.

There, it forgets awhile the busy mart Where strength, heart, life, are coined with cun

ning art To common currency ; forgets the strife For gold, place, power, and fame; the bitter

smart Of disappointment, pain, and sorrow rife Where poor humanity walks in the paths of

life.

Ye are unsullied by the serpent's trail

Of sin and death, with all their weary woes ; And ye do minister within the veil

Of an eternity that never knows
The changes of decay. Time overthrows

Man’s proudest glory, but his hand has striven
In vain to mar your beauty ; as ye rose,
When form and light to the young earth were

given, Ye stand, with your white brows, by the closed

gates of heaven. Once a Week.

SARAH T. BOLTEN.

On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb

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BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

A MEMORIAL.

All day I heard the pines lamenting
M. A C.

With thine upon thy homestead hills.
Green be those hillside pines for ever,

And green the meadowy lowlands be,
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,

And green the old memorial beeches,
The solemn vista to the tomb

Name-carven in the woods of Lee !
Must know, henceforth another shadow,
And give another cypress room.

Still let them greet thy life companions

Who thither turn their pilgrim feet,
In love surpassing that of brothers,
We walked, O friend, from childhood's day ;

In every mossy line recalling

A tender memory sadly sweet.
And looking back o'er fifty summers,
Our foot-prints track a common way.

O friend ! if thought and sense avail not

To know thee henceforth as thou art. One in our faith, and one our longing

That all is well with thee forever
To make the world within our reach

I trust the instincts of my heart.
Somewhat the better for our living,
And gladuer for our human speech.

Thine be the quiet habitations,

Thine the green pastures, blossom soon, Thou heardst with me the far-off voices,

And smiles of saintly recognition
The old beguiling song of fime,

As sweet and tender as thy own.
But life to thee was warm and present,
And love was better than a name.

Thou com’st not from the hush and shadow

To meet us, but to thee we come ; To homely joys and loves and friendships

With thee we never can be strangers, Thy genial nature fondly clung ;

And where thou art must still be home! And so the shadow on the dial Ran back and left thee always young.

-Independent. And who could blame the generous weakness Which, only to thyself unjust,

ALL THREE. So overprized the worth of others,

We loved them so ! And dwarfed thy own with self-distrust ?

Yet when our country, with a thrill of pain; All hearts grew warmer in the presence

Called on her sons to rid her of the shame Of one who, seeking not his own,

That burned and throbbed through every tor

tured vein, Gave freely for the love of giving,

We bade them go. Nor reaped for self the harvest sown.

We sent all three : Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude

The eldest born, with calm and holy face ; Of generous deeds and kindly worụs ;

The dark-haired one, just entering on life's race ; In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers,

The youngest, with such boyish freaks and.grace ; Open to sunrise and the birds !

Ah, me! ah, me! The task was thine to mould and fashion

Oh! with what thrill Life's plastic newness into grace ;

We saw them leave us, for we could not know, To make the boyish heart heroic,

In the drear future, though we loved them so, And light with thought the maiden's face.

What dreadful depths of anguish they might

know O’er all the land, in town and prairie,

O heart, be still' !
With bended heads of mourning, stand
The living forms that owe their beauty

0 War! O War ! And fitness to thy shaping hand.

Will there a time come when we need not weep,

Or for our dear ones lonely vigils keep, Thy call has come in ripened manhood,

Or with salt tears our sleepless pillows steep, The noonday calm of heart and mind,

Hearts aching sore ?
While I, who dreamed of thy remaining
To mourn me, linger still behind :

O Peace ! O Peace!

Spread thy blessed mantle o’er our weeping land. Live on, to own, with self-upbraiding, A debt of love still due from me,

Help us, o God, with thy Almighty hand.

Humbled and guilty in thy sight we stand. The vain remembrance of occasions,

Bid discord cease. For ever lost, of serving thee.

Through dreary day It was not mine among thy kindred

There often comes a glorious light to me To join the silent funeral prayers,

With eye of faith uplooking, Lord, to thee, But all that long sad day of summer

Unyokéd necks and peaceful lands I see, My tears of mourning dropped with theirs.

Not far away. All day the sea-waves sobbed with sorrow,

- Anti-Slavery Standord. The birds forgot their merry trills,

Norristown, Pa.

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From The National Review.

intercourse with our neighbors. One chief THE ART OF TRAVEL IN EUROPE.

cause of this, no doubt, lies in the strong ob-
Handbook of France (1861); of the Continent, jection a highly educated man feels to express
Belgium, and North Germany (1852); of himself in a language he can only speak im-
Southern Germany (1858); of Denmark,
Norway, Sweden, and Iceland (1858); of perfectly. He is painfully conscious of every
Russia (1849): of Rome (1862); of Flor-| blunder he makes, the moment after it is
ence (1861). John Murray, Albemarle made, and the subjects he cares to talk about
Street.

are precisely those which require a large voGuides de Paris à Havre ; de Paris à Bor- cabulary and a ready power of translating

deaux ; de Paris à Strasbourg et à Bâle; de ideas by their foreign equivalents. Accord-
Paris à Genève et à Chamounix. Hachette : ingly a bagman will go over half the Conti-

Paris.
Guida dell'Italia Superiore di Massimo Fabi. nent, joking, chattering, and making friends,
Ronchi: Milano.

with fewer words than enable a scholar to Caen : Guide portatif et complet, par G. S. stumble through his want in the railway Trébutien. Hardel : Caen.

termidus or the inn. But the chief reason Handbook of Travel-Talk. John Murray. no doubt 18, that no man can catch the tone Bradshaw's Continental Railway Guide.

of a new society in a moment. All that diffiThe art of travel is rapidly becoming so cult family history, which we learn half unvast a subject that no single professor will consciously in our own country, the distincbe able to expound it. Mr. Galton and Cap- tion of great and small requirements in tain Burton have gone far to exhaust the etiquette, and the chief political and religious science of life among wild beasts and savages ; shades of feeling, are a shibboleth that cannot and either of them could probably act as mas- be hastily mastered. Mr. Grattan mentions ter of the ceremonies to the king of Dahomey. in his last book, that he once gave great offence But they would, we suspect, be the first to in a country district of France because, in disclaim

any like acquaintance with the mys- entire ignorance of days and seasons, he interies of the haute volée in Viennese society, vited a large party on the anniversary of the or with mountain travelling in Switzerland. death of Louis XVI. In the same way, we It must be a great chance, at least, if a hero have heard of English people electrifying the of the Alpine Club would be as good a guide residents of a foreign town by malsing proabout Rome as many a shy scholar who has miscuous visits without letters of introducnot the strength to scale ice-encrusted cliffs, tion. Our countrymen had no doubt been or the peculiar knack of walking up perpen- told that the custom abroad was for the last dicular rocks. The East is a field in itself, arrival to call first, and did not understand and something more than mere going over that the custom only warrants visits where the ground is needed to make it intelligible. there is some excuse for acquaintance. Every But for one traveller who has the leisure or man who has lived out of England will probthe opportunity to explore the Zambesi river ably remember some circumstances where he or to wander out towards Palmyra, there are has acted awkwardly or given offence, in spite at least a hundred who find every summer that of the very best intentions to the contrary. six weeks in Germany or France do more to An excellent article on 66 Companions of refresh the brain and turn the mind into a Travel," that appeared rather more than two new track, than ever the sea-side or the moors years ago in the Saturday Review (Nov. 2, in their own country could do. It is a long 1861), among other hints to which we shall time before the most cosmopolitan English- have occasion to refer, suggested that pictures man gets to feel as thoroughly at home in a of society and manners should form part of a foreign railway carriage as on the Great future series of Handbooks. We should like Western. In spite of all that has been done to see the task attempted, but we confess to a to Anglicise the Continent, where English grave doubt if it could be achieved to anychurches, bifsteaks saignants and bottled beer, thing like the extent the writer seems to conlarge basons, shooting-coats and wide-awakes, template. Take, for instance, the wonderful have sprung up sporadically in the track of descriptions of German manners in the works the locomotive, the difference of language and of Baroness von Tautphoeus, to which the manner, if not of opinion, are still in all article referred, among other instances, as material respects unaffected by our superficial examples of what was possible. No one can

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read “ The Initials” without instinctively make our countrymen unpopular are of a feeling that it is true to lise ; but a German, slighter kind: a habitual want of deference while he admitted this, would say, and would to foreign convenances, a custom of free gay rightly, that it was true only of life un- speech, and an unlicensed sense of the ridicder very exceptional circumstances. The in- ulous. We do not seek to extenuate these terest of the plot turns mainly on the charac- offences, in which our young men are natuter of a young girl whose father has made a rally the worst sinners; but wearing a widemésalliance, and whose stepmother takes a awake in Paris, or chaffing a sergeant of handsome young Englishman into her family police, are not, after all, very grave internaas a boarder. In a three-volume novel all tional crimes, and would scarcely be rememthis is gradually explained away and becomes bered against the offenders, if their country natural;

but a selection of passages would were not the first power in the world, and the give a very unfair idea of German habits and most jealously watched. Besides, those who homes. Of course books may be mentioned rail at Englishmen for carrying England with where the plot is less exceptional, but the them, should remember that soap and clean difficulty of epitomizing a highly complex 80- sheets have been introduced in this way into ciety, such as that of the upper classes always numberless districts which only know of is, remains extremely great. Let an English- them in the dictionary. Nor would it be man take the writings of Washington Irving, difficult to retort the charge. There are of Emerson, and of Esquiros, all excellent in quarters in London, neither small nor obtheir and written by men who cordially scure, where the cockneyism of foreign capiappreciate our country, and ask himself if tals has been reproduced even in its most any alchemy could distil the perfume of these trilling details. To add a very small matter, half dozen volumes into one, Peasant life is it seems curiously difficult for strangers to to a certain extent simpler than the life of learn, that it is not the custom in England the salons. But the Lancashire peasants of to call on a new acquaintance in evening or Mrs. Gaskell are quite a different race to the half dress between ten and twelve in the Yorkshiremen of Miss Brontë and to Mr. morning. Kingsley’s Hampshire clowns. In fact, there Quite as often as not the mistakes of Engis no royal road to the knowledge of society. lishmen arise from a misappreciation of the A traveller must work it out for himself; and structure and tone of foreign society at the for every reason he had better read first-hand very time when they are striving to conform the novels and sketches of manners that con- it. There is a common idea that people tain matter to assist him.

make acquaintance abroad more readily than In saying this, however, we do not mean in England. Admitting this to he, to a that a few bints on little points of difference slight extent, a feature of the foreign bathbetween English and foreign manners may ing-places, it remains none the less certain not save the traveller some annoyance. There that a well-bred and highly-cultivated man are two or three pages in the introduction is pretty equally reserved and shy of chance to Murray's “ Handbook of Northern Ger-comers on both sides the channel. What many ” which go directly to the point, but has caused the mistake is, that the upper which, unfortunately, are so offensive and class is comparatively limited on the Contiabsurd as to be useless. The writer assumes nent, and the middle class comparatively that a large number of his countrymen are large. An average English gentleman, if purse-proud, underbred, and swaggering, he go abroad without introductions, must and lectures them gravely on faults which therefore make up his mind that his chance mostly do not exist, but which, if they do, of making friends, on a level with himself are incurable. No doubt there is still here in refinement and education, will be decidedly and there a rowdy Englishman to be found less than in any part of his own country where who scatters oaths and insults and gold over he is equally unknown. With ladies the the Continent; but the type will soon be danger is of a different kind : they will meet numbered with the dinotherium, and retains with more intelligent deference in France its place on the foreign stage only in the same than in their own country, and whatever unreal way as harlequin and columbine fig- mistakes they may commit, the courtesy of ure on our own. The real offences that those around them will secure them from all

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