file which includes the original illustration4 ,see #ajgcj-;h4htm or #ajgcj-;h4zip3 7http3_/_/www4ibiblio4org_/gutenberg_/#a _/j_/g_/c_/ajgcj_/ajgcj-;h_/#ajgcj-;h4ht m7 or 7http3_/_/www4ibiblio4org_/gutenberg_/#a _/j_/g_/c_/ajgcj_/ajgcj-;h4zip7 ,,the ,,mirror ,,of ,,literature1 ,,amusement1 ,,and ,,instruction4 ,,vol4 ,,xii1 ,no4 #cdd4 ,,supplementary ,,number4 ,,price #b;d4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ehrenbreitstein ,,on ,,rhine4 ,illustration ,here ,ehrenbreitstein1 with her shattered wall1 ,black with the miners' blast1 upon her height1 ,yet shows of what she was1 when shell and ball ,rebounding idly on her strength1 did light2 ,a tower of victory6 from whence the flight ,of baffled foes was watched along the plain3 ,but peace destroyed what war could never blight1 ,and laid those proud roofs bare to summer's rain1 ,on which the iron shower for years had poured in vain4 ,childe ,harold4 ,,spirit ,,of ,,the ,,annuals4 ,we have the pleasure of presenting to the readers of the ,,mirror1 the completion of our notices of these very elegant publications2 and in pursuance of the plan of our former ,supplement1 we are enabled to assemble within the present sheet the characteristics of eight works1 whilst our quotations include fourteen prose tales and sketches1 and poetical pieces1 of great merit4 ,the above engraving and its pendant are copied from the ,literary ,souvenir1 specially noticed in our last ,supplement4 ,the original is a drawing by ,j4,m4,w4 ,turner1 ,r4,a4 and the plate in the ,souvenir is by ,j4 ,pye--both artists of high excellence in their respective departments3-- ,the waters of the ,rhine have long maintained their pre-eminence1 as forming one of the mightiest and loveliest among the highways of ,europe4 ,but among all its united trophies of art and nature1 there is not one more brightly endowed with picturesque beauty1 or romantic association1 than the fortress of ,ehrenbreitstein4 ,when the eye of our own ,childe ,harold rested upon its shattered wall1 and when the pencil of ,turner immortalized its season of desolation1 it had been smitten in the pride of its strength by the iron glaive of war3 and its blackened fragments and stupendous ruins had their voice for the heart of the moralist1 as well as their charm for the inspired mind of genius4 ,but now that military art hath knit those granite ribs anew1--now that the beautiful eminence rears once more its crested head1 like a sculptured ,cybele1 with a coronet of towers1--new feelings1 and an altered scale of admiration wait upon its glories4 ,once more it uplifts its giant height beside the ,rhine1 repelling in ,titan majesty the ambition of ,france2 once more1 by its united gifts of natural position and scientific aid1 it appears prepared to vindicate its noble appellation of the broad stone of honour4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,musical ,,souvenir4 ,this is an elegant little collection of seven songs1 a trio1 duet1 and glee1 set to music1 or as they are appointed to be said or sung4 ,as we have not our musical types in order1 we can only give our readers a specimen of its literary merits4 ,the first piece is ,akenside's beautiful ,invocation to ,cheerfulness2 this is pleasingly contrasted with a ,song to the ,forget-me-not1 by ,mrs4 ,opie4 ,then follow five pieces from recent volumes of ,friendship's ,offering and the ,amulet4 ,the three remaining compositions 7expressly for the work7 are a ,song by ,t4 ,bradford1 ,esq42 a ,scotch ,song1 by ,mr4 ,feist2 and the following pathetic ,lines1 by the ,rev4 ,thomas ,dale3-- ,oft as the broad sun dips ,beneath the western sea1 ,a prayer is on my lips1 ,dearest6 a prayer for thee4 ,i know not where thou wand'rest now1 ,o'er ocean-wave1 or mountain brow-- ,i only know that ,he1 ,who hears the suppliant's prayer1 ,where'er thou art1 on land or sea1 ,alone can shield thee there4 ,oft as the bright dawn breaks ,behind the eastern hill1 ,mine eye from slumber wakes1 ,my heart is with the still-- ,for thee my latest vows were said1 ,for thee my earliest prayers are pray'd-- ,and ,o6 when storms shall lour ,above the swelling sea1 ,be it thy shield1 in danger's hour1 ,that ,i have pray'd for thee4 ,whether we consider the purity of its sentiments and the amiable tone of feeling1 or its merit as a musical work1 we are induced to recommend the present volume as an elegant present for a musical friend1 and it will doubtless become a favourite with thousands of graceful pianists4 ,thanks to the ,muses1 our lyrical poetry is rapidly rising in the literary scale1 when such beautiful compositions as those of ,mrs4 ,hemans and ,miss ,landon are no sooner written than set to music4 ,the ,musical ,souvenir is embellished with two engravings and a presentation plate1 and bound in crimson silk--so that it has all the attractions of the annual ,christmas presents1 except prose4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,keepsake4 ,,edited ,,by ,f4,m4 ,,reynolds1 ,,esq4 ,this is a magnificent affair1 and is one of the proud triumphs of the union of ,painting1 ,engraving1 and ,literature--to which we took occasion to allude in a recent number of ,,the ,,mirror4 ,each department is unique1 and the lists are like the ,morning ,post account of a drawing room1 or ,almack's--the princes of the arts1 and the peers of the pen4 ,painters--,lawrence1 ,howard1 ,corbould1 ,westall1 ,turner1 ,landseer1 ,stephanoff1 ,chalon1 ,stothard1 c4 ,engravers--,c4 ,heath1 ,finden1 ,engleheart1 ,portbury1 ,wallis1 ,rolls1 ,goodyear1 c4 ,contributors--,scott1 ,mackintosh1 ,moore1 the ,lords ,normanby1 ,morpeth1 ,porchester1 ,holland1 ,gower1 and ,nugent2 ,wordsworth1 ,southey1 ,coleridge1 ,shelley1 ,hook1 ,lockhart1 ,croker1 ,mrs4 ,hemans1 and ,miss ,landon2 and the cost of the whole eleven thousand guineas6 ,of course1 such a book has not been the work of a day1 month1 or1 perhaps1 a year2 and its literature entitles it to a permanent place in the library1 where we hope to see it stand auro perennius2 were its fate to be otherwise1 we should condemn the public--for we hate ingratitude in every shape--and write in the first page the epitaph--,for1 ,o1 for1 ,o1 the hobby-horse is forgot4 ,a guinea to twopence--,hyperion to a ,satyr--how can we extend the fame of ,the ,keepsake6 ,we cannot particularize the engravings2 but they are all worthy companions of the frontispiece--a lovely portrait of ,mrs4 ,peel1 engraved by ,heath1 from ,sir ,thomas ,lawrence's picture4 ,in the literary department--a very court of fiction--is1 ,my ,aunt ,margaret's ,mirror1 a tale of forty-four pages2 and1 ,the ,tapestried ,chamber1 by ,sir ,walter ,scott2 both much too long for extract1 which would indeed be almost unfair4 ,next comes an exquisite gem-- ,,on ,,love4 ,,by ,,percy ,,bysshe ,,shelley4 ,what is ,love8 ,ask him who lives what is life2 ask him who adores what is ,god4 ,i know not the internal constitution of other men1 nor even of thine whom ,i now address4 ,i see that in some external attributes they resemble me1 but when1 misled by that appearance1 ,i have thought to appeal to something in common1 and unburden my inmost soul to them1 ,i have found my language misunderstood1 like one in a distant and savage land4 ,the more opportunities they have afforded me for experience1 the wider has appeared the interval between us1 and to a greater distance have the points of sympathy been withdrawn4 ,with a spirit ill-fitted to sustain such proof1 trembling and feeble through its tenderness1 ,i have every where sought1 and have found only repulse and disappointment4 ,thou demandest what is ,love4 ,it is that powerful attraction towards all we conceive1 or fear1 or hope1 beyond ourselves1 when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void1 and seek to awaken in all things that are1 a community with what we experience within ourselves4 ,if we reason we would be understood2 if we imagine1 we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's2 if we feel1 we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own1 that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once1 and mix and melt into our own2 that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood3--this is ,love4 ,this is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man1 but with every thing which exists4 ,we are born into the world1 and there is something within us1 which1 from the instant that we live1 more and more thirsts after its likeness4 ,it is probably in correspondence with this law that the infant drains milk from the bosom of its mother2 this propensity develops itself with the development of our nature4 ,we dimly see within our intellectual nature1 a miniature as it were of our entire self1 yet deprived of all that we condemn or despise1 the ideal prototype of every thing excellent and lovely that we are capable of conceiving as belonging to the nature of man4 ,not only the portrait of our external being1 but an assemblage of the minutest particles of which our nature is composed3 a mirror whose surface reflects only the forms of purity and brightness3 a soul within our own soul that describes a circle around its proper ,paradise1 which pain and sorrow and evil dare not overleap4 ,to this we eagerly refer all sensations1 thirsting that they should resemble and correspond with it4 ,the discovery of its antitype2 the meeting with an understanding capable of clearly estimating our own2 an imagination which should enter into and seize upon the subtle and delicate peculiarities which we have delighted to cherish and unfold in secret1 with a frame1 whose nerves1 like the chords of two exquisite lyres1 strung to the accompaniment of one delightful voice1 vibrate with the vibrations of our own2 and a combination of all these in such proportion as the type within demands3 this is the invisible and unattainable point to which ,love tends2 and to attain which1 it urges forth the powers of man to arrest the faintest shadow of that1 without the possession of which1 there is no rest or respite to the heart over which it rules4 ,hence in solitude1 or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings1 and yet they sympathize not with us2 we love the flowers1 the grass1 the waters1 and the sky4 ,in the motion of the very leaves of ,spring1 in the blue air1 there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart4 ,there is eloquence in the tongueless wind1 and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them1 which1 by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul1 awaken the spirits to dances of breathless rapture1 and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes1 like the enthusiasm of patriotic success1 or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone4 ,sterne says that if he were in a desert he would love some cypress4 ,so soon as this want or power is dead1 man becomes a living sepulchre of himself1 and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was4 99 99 99 99 99 ,this and a fragment1 with a character of ,mr4 ,canning1 by ,sir ,james ,mackintosh1 are the transcendentals of the volume2 as are the tale--,the ,half-brothers1 by ,mr4 ,banim1 with an ,ossian-like plate of the heroine2 ,the ,sisters of ,albano1 by ,mrs4 ,shelley--,death of the ,laird's ,jock1 by the author of ,waverley--and ,ferdinando ,eboli1 by ,mrs4 ,shelley1 with ,adelinda1 a plate1 by ,heath1 on which we could feast our eyes for a full hour4 ,next1 a sketch1 by ,theodore ,hook1 part of which will serve to vary our sheet3-- ,,the ,,old ,,gentleman4 ,to-morrow morning1 said my friend1 when you awake1 the power will be your own2 and so1 sir1 ,i wish you a very good night4--,but1 sir1 said ,i1 anxious to be better assured of the speedy fulfilment of the wish of my heart1 7for such indeed it was17 may ,i have the honour of knowing your name and address8--,ha1 ha1 ha6 said the old gentleman2 my name and address2 ha1 ha1 ha6 my name is pretty familiar to you1 young gentleman2 and as for my address1 ,i dare say you will find your way to me some day or another1 and so1 once more1 good night4--,saying which1 he descended the stairs and quitted the house1 leaving me to surmise who my extraordinary visiter could be4 ,i never knew2 but ,i recollect1 that after he was gone1 ,i heard one of the old ladies scolding a servant-girl for wasting so many matches in lighting the candles1 and making such a terrible smell of brimstone in the house4 ,i was now all anxiety to get to bed1 not because ,i was sleepy1 but because it seemed to me as if going to bed would bring me nearer to the time of getting up1 when ,i should be master of the miraculous power which had been promised me4 ,i rang the bell2 my servant was still out2 it was unusual for him to be absent at so late an hour4 ,i waited until the clock struck eleven1 but he came not2 and resolving to reprimand him in the morning1 ,i retired to rest4 ,contrary to my expectation1 and1 as it seemed to me1 to the ordinary course of nature1 considering the excitement under which ,i was labouring1 ,i had scarcely laid my head on my pillow before ,i dropped into a profound slumber1 from which ,i was only aroused by my servant's entrance to my room4 ,the instant ,i awoke1 ,i sat up in bed1 and began to reflect on what had passed1 and for a moment to doubt whether it had not been all a dream4 ,however1 it was daylight2 the period had arrived when the proof of my newly acquired power might be made4--,barton1 said ,i to my man1 why were you not at home last night8--,i had to wait1 sir1 nearly three hours1 he replied1 for an answer to the letter which you sent to ,major ,sheringham4--,that is not true1 said ,i2 and1 to my infinite surprise1 ,i appeared to recollect a series of occurrences1 of which ,i never had previously heard1 and could have known nothing3 you went to see your sweetheart1 ,betsy ,collyer1 at ,camberwell1 and took her to a tea-garden1 and gave her cakes and cider1 and saw her home again3 you mean to do exactly the same thing on ,sunday1 and to-morrow you mean to ask me for your quarter's wages1 although not due till ,monday1 in order to buy her a new shawl4--,the man stood aghast3 it was all true4 ,i was quite as much surprised as the man4--,sir1 said ,barton1 who had served me for seven years without having once been found fault with1 ,i see you think me unworthy your confidence2 you could not have known this1 if you had not watched1 and followed1 and overheard me and my sweetheart2 my character will get me through the world without being looked after4 ,i can stay with you no longer2 you will please1 sir1 to provide yourself with another servant4--,but ,barton1 said ,i1 ,i did not follow or watch you2 ,i----,i beg your pardon1 sir1 he replied2 it is not for me to contradict2 but you'll forgive me1 sir1 ,i would rather go2 ,i must go4 ,at this moment ,i was on the very point of easing his mind1 and retaining my faithful servant by a disclosure of my power2 but it was yet too new to be parted with2 so ,i affected an anger ,i did not feel1 and told him he might go where he pleased4 ,i had1 however1 ascertained that the old gentleman had not deceived me in his promises2 and1 elated with the possession of my extraordinary faculty1 ,i hurried the operation of dressing1 and before ,i had concluded it1 my ardent friend ,sheringham was announced2 he was waiting in the breakfast-room4 ,at the same moment1 a note from the lovely ,fanny ,haywood was delivered to me--from the divine girl who1 in the midst of all my scientific abstraction1 could chain my worldly feelings for a moment4 ,sheringham1 my dear fellow1 said ,i1 as ,i advanced to welcome him1 what makes you so early a visiter this morning8--,an anxiety1 replied ,sheringham1 to tell you that my uncle1 whose interest ,i endeavoured to procure for you1 in regard to the appointment for which you expressed a desire1 has been compelled to recommend a relation of the marquess2 this gives me real pain1 but ,i thought it would be best to put you out of suspense as soon as possible4--,major ,sheringham1 said ,i1 drawing myself up coldly1 if this matter concerns you so deeply as you seem to imply that it does1 might ,i ask why you so readily agreed to your uncle's proposition or chimed in with his suggestion1 to bestow the appointment on this relation of the marquess1 in order that you might1 in return for it1 obtain the promotion for which you are so anxious8--,my dear fellow1 said ,sheringham1 evidently confused1 ,i--,i--never chimed in2 my uncle certainly pointed out the possibility to which you allude1 but that was merely contingent upon what he could not refuse to do4--,sheringham1 said ,i1 your uncle has already secured for you the promotion1 and you will be gazetted for the lieutenant-colonelcy of your regiment on ,tuesday4 ,i am not to be told that you called at the ,horse-guards1 in your way to your uncle's yesterday1 to ascertain the correctness of the report of the vacancy which you had received from your friend ,macgregor2 or that you1 elated by the prospect before you1 were the person1 in fact1 to suggest the arrangement which has been made1 and promise your uncle 'to smooth me over' for the present4--,sir1 said ,sheringham1 where you picked up this intelligence ,i know not2 but ,i must say1 that such mistrust1 after years of undivided intimacy1 is not becoming1 or consistent with the character which ,i hitherto supposed you to possess4 ,when by sinister means the man we look upon as a friend descends to be a spy upon our actions1 confidence is at an end1 and the sooner our intercourse ceases1 the better4 ,without some such conduct1 how could you become possessed of the details upon which you have grounded your opinion of my conduct8--,i--1 and here again was a temptation to confess and fall2 but ,i had not the courage to do it4 ,suffice it1 ,major ,sheringham1 to say1 ,i knew it2 and1 moreover1 ,i know1 that when you leave me1 your present irritation will prompt you to go to your uncle and check the disposition he feels at this moment to serve me4--,this is too much1 sir1 said ,sheringham2 this must be our last interview1 unless indeed your unguarded conduct towards me1 and your intemperate language concerning me1 may render one more meeting necessary2 and so1 sir1 here ends our acquaintance4--,saying which1 ,sheringham1 whose friendship even to my enlightened eye was nearly as sincere as any other man's1 quitted my room1 fully convinced of my meanness and unworthiness2 my heart sank within me when ,i heard the door close upon him for the last time4 ,i now possessed the power ,i had so long desired1 and in less than an hour had lost a valued friend and a faithful servant4 ,nevertheless1 ,barton had told me a falsehood1 and ,sheringham was gazetted on the ,tuesday night4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i went into the ,water-colour ,exhibition at ,charing-cross2 there ,i heard two artists complimenting each other1 while their hearts were bursting with mutual envy4 ,there1 too1 ,i found a mild1 modest-looking lady1 listening to the bewitching nothings of her husband's particular friend2 and ,i knew1 as ,i saw her frown and abruptly turn away from him with every appearance of real indignation1 that she had at that very moment mentally resolved to elope with him the following night4 ,in ,harding's shop ,i found authors congregated to laugh the sultry hours away1 each watching to catch his neighbour's weak point1 and make it subject matter of mirth in his evening's conversation4 ,i saw a viscount help his father out of his carriage with every mark of duty and veneration1 and knew that he was actually languishing for the earldom and estates of the venerable parent of whose health he was apparently taking so much care4 ,at ,howell and ,james's ,i saw more than ,i could tell1 if ,i had ten times the space afforded me that ,i have2 and ,i concluded my tour by dropping in at the ,national ,gallery1 where the ladies and gentlemen seemed to prefer nature to art1 and were actively employed in looking at the pictures1 and thinking of themselves4 ,oh6 it was a strange time then1 when every man's heart was open to me1 and ,i could sit1 and see1 and hear1 all that was going on1 and know the workings of the inmost feelings of my associates2 however1 ,i must not detain the reader with reflections4 99 99 99 99 99 ,clorinda1 or the ,necklace of ,pearl1 is an intensely interesting tale by ,lord ,normanby1 with a most effective illustration by ,heath4 ,but the prose of the ,keepsake is decidedly superior to the poetry1 notwithstanding the high names in the latter list4 ,mr4 ,moore's contribution is1 however1 only sixteen lines4 ,the poetical pieces consist chiefly of fragments or scraps--among which those on ,italy1 by ,lord ,morpeth2 and three by ,shelley1 are very beautiful4 ,our specimen is-- ,,the ,,victim ,,bride4 ,,by ,w4,h4 ,,harrison4 ,i saw her in her summer bow'r1 and oh6 upon my sight ,methought there never beam'd a form more beautiful and bright6 ,so young1 so fair1 she seem'd as one of those aerial things ,that live but in the poet's high and wild imaginings2 ,or like those forms we meet in dreams from which we wake1 and weep ,that earth has no creation like the figments of our sleep4 ,her parent--loved not he his child above all earthly things6 ,as traders love the merchandize from which their profit springs3 ,old age came by1 with tott'ring step1 and1 for the sordid gold ,with which the dotard urged his suit1 the maiden's peace was sold ,and thus 7for oh6 her sire's stern heart was steel'd against her pray'r7 ,the hand he ne'er had gain'd from love1 he won from her despair4 ,i saw them through the churchyard pass1 but such a nuptial train ,i would not for the wealth of worlds should greet my sight again4 ,the bridemaids1 each as beautiful as ,eve in ,eden's bow'rs1 ,shed bitter tears upon the path they should have strewn with flow'rs4 ,who had not deem'd that white rob'd band the funeral array1 ,of one an early doom had call'd from life's gay scene away6 ,the priest beheld the bridal group before the altar stand1 ,and sigh'd as he drew forth his book with slow reluctant hand3 ,he saw the bride's flow'r-wreathed hair1 and mark'd her streaming eyes1 ,and deem'd it less a ,christian rite than a ,pagan sacrifice2 ,and when he call'd on ,abraham's ,god to bless the wedded pair1 ,it seem'd a very mockery to breathe so vain a pray'r4 ,i saw the palsied bridegroom too1 in youth's gay ensigns drest2 ,a shroud were fitter garment far for him than bridal vest2 ,i mark'd him when the ring was claim'd1 'twas hard to loose his hold1 ,he held it with a miser's clutch--it was his darling gold4 ,his shrivell'd hand was wet with tears she pour'd1 alas6 in vain1 ,and it trembled like an autumn leaf beneath the beating rain4 ,i've seen her since that fatal morn--her golden fetters rest ,as e'en the weight of incubus1 upon her aching breast4 ,and when the victor1 ,death1 shall come to deal the welcome blow1 ,he will not find one rose to swell the wreath that decks his brow3 ,for oh6 her cheek is blanch'd by grief which time may not assuage1-- ,thus early ,beauty sheds her bloom on the wintry breast of ,age4 ,our commendation of the ,keepsake might be extended much further1 were we to consult our inclination to do justice to its high character4 ,with so lavish an expenditure and such an array of talent as we have shown it to contain1 to wonder at its success1 ,were nothing but to waste night1 day1 and time4 ,we congratulate the proprietors on their prospects of remuneration1 for the attractions of their publication are irresistible4 ,it is altogether a splendid enterprise1 and we doubt not the reward will be more than proportionate to the expectation it has raised--both in the proprietors and their patrons--the public4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,anniversary1 ,,edited ,,by ,,allan ,,cunningham4 ,perhaps we are getting too panegyrical1 for panegyric savours of the poppy2 but we must not flinch from our duty4 ,allan ,cunningham--there is poetry in the name1 written or sung--and high-wrought poetry too1 in nearly every production to which that name is attached--and among these ,the ,anniversary for #ahbi4 ,all the departments of this work too1 7as in the ,keepsake7 are unique4 ,mr4 ,sharpe1 the proprietor1 is a man of refined taste1 his ,editor and his contributors are men of first-rate genius1 the ,painters and ,engravers are of the first rank1 and the volume is printed at ,mr4 ,whittingham's ,chiswick-press4 ,excellence must always be the result of such a combination of talent1 and so it proves in the ,anniversary4 ,as might have been expected from the talent of its editor1 the volume is superior in its poetical attractions--both in number and quality4 ,by way of variety1 we begin with the poetry4 ,first is a stirring little ballad1 the ,warrior1 by the editor2 then1 a humorous epistle from ,robert ,southey1 ,esq4 to ,allan ,cunningham1 in which the laureat deals forth his ire on the misresemblances and villanous visages which have been published as his portrait4#a ,next is a gem of another water1 ,edderline's ,dream1 by ,professor ,wilson1 the supposed editor of ,blackwood's ,magazine4 ,this is throughout a very beautiful composition1 but we must content ourselves with the following extract3-- ,,edderline',s ,,sleep4 ,castle-,oban is lost in the darkness of night1 ,for the moon is swept from the starless heaven1 ,and the latest line of lowering light ,that lingered on the stormy even1 ,a dim-seen line1 half cloud1 half wave1 ,hath sunk into the weltering grave4 ,castle-,oban is dark without and within1 ,and downwards to the fearful din1 ,where ,ocean with his thunder shocks ,stuns the green foundation rocks1 ,through the green abyss that mocks his eye1 ,oft hath the eerie watchman sent ,a shuddering look1 a shivering sigh1 ,from the edge of the howling battlement6 ,therein is a lonesome room1 ,undisturbed as some old tomb ,that1 built within a forest glen1 ,far from feet of living men1 ,and sheltered by its black pine-trees ,from sound of rivers1 lochs1 and seas1 ,flings back its arched gateway tall1 ,at times to some great funeral6 ,noiseless as a central cell ,in the bosom of a mountain ,where the fairy people dwell1 ,by the cold and sunless fountain6 ,breathless as a holy shrine1 ,when the voice of psalms is shed6 ,and there upon her stately bed1 ,while her raven locks recline ,o'er an arm more pure than snow1 ,motionless beneath her head1-- ,and through her large fair eyelids shine ,shadowy dreams that come and go1 ,by too deep bliss disquieted1-- ,there sleeps in love and beauty's glow1 ,the high-born ,lady ,edderline4 ,lo6 the lamp's wan fitful light1 ,glide1--gliding round the golden rim6 ,restored to life1 now glancing bright1 ,now just expiring1 faint and dim6 ,like a spirit loath to die1 ,contending with its destiny4 ,all dark6 a momentary veil ,is o'er the sleeper6 now a pale ,uncertain beauty glimmers faint1 ,and now the calm face of the saint ,with every feature re-appears1 ,celestial in unconscious tears6 ,another gleam6 how sweet the while1 ,those pictured faces on the wall1 ,through the midnight silence smile6 ,shades of fair ones1 in the aisle ,vaulted the castle cliffs below1 ,to nothing mouldered1 one and all1 ,ages long ago6 ,from her pillow1 as if driven ,by an unseen demon's hand ,disturbing the repose of heaven1 ,hath fallen her head6 ,the long black hair ,from the fillet's silken band ,in dishevelled masses riven1 ,is streaming downwards to the floor4 ,is the last convulsion o'er8 ,and will that length of glorious tresses1 ,so laden with the soul's distresses4 ,by those fair hands in morning light1 ,above those eyelids opening bright1 ,be braided nevermore6 ,no1 the lady is not dead1 ,though flung thus wildly o'er her bed2 ,like a wretched corse upon the shore1 ,that lies until the morning brings ,searchings1 and shrieks1 and sorrowings2 ,or1 haply1 to all eyes unknown1 ,is borne away without a groan1 ,on a chance plank1 'mid joyful cries ,of birds that pierce the sunny skies ,with seaward dash1 or in calm bands ,parading o'er the silvery sands1 ,or mid the lovely flush of shells1 ,pausing to burnish crest or wing4 ,no fading footmark see that tells ,of that poor unremembered thing6 ,o dreadful is the world of dreams1 ,when all that world a chaos seems ,of thoughts so fixed before6 ,when heaven's own face is tinged with blood6 ,and friends cross o'er our solitude1 ,now friends of our's no more6 ,or dearer to our hearts than ever4 ,keep stretching forth1 with vain endeavour1 ,their pale and palsied hands1 ,to clasp us phantoms1 as we go ,along the void like drifting snow4 ,to far-off nameless lands6 ,yet all the while we know not why1 ,nor where those dismal regions lie1 ,half hoping that a curse to so deep ,and wild can only be in sleep1 ,and that some overpowering scream ,will break the fetters of the dream1 ,and let us back to waking life1 ,filled though it be with care and strife2 ,since there at least the wretch can know ,the meanings on the face of woe1 ,assured that no mock shower is shed ,of tears upon the real dead1 ,or that his bliss1 indeed1 is bliss1 ,when bending o'er the death-like cheek ,of one who scarcely seems alive1 ,at every cold but breathing kiss4 ,he hears a saving angel speak-- ',thy love will yet revive6' #a ,an artist of celebrity is now engaged on a portrait of ,mr4 ,southey1 cum privilegio1 we suppose1 ,mr4 ,southey is not the only public man1 whose lineaments have been traduced by engravers4 ,only look at some of the patriotic gentlemen who figure at public meetings1 and in outline on cards1 c4 ,but ,houbraken is now known to have been no more honest than his successors in portrait engraving3 although physiognomy and craniology ought to help the moderns out in these matters4 ,then comes ,a ,farewell to the year1 one of ,mr4 ,lockhart's elegant translations from the ,spanish2 a pretty portrait of rustic simplicity--the ,little ,gleaner1 by the editor2 and some playful lines by ,m4,a4 ,shee1 accompanying an engraving from his own picture of the ,lost ,ear-,rings4 ,the ,wedding ,wake1 by ,george ,darley1 ,esq4 is an exquisite picture of saddened beauty4 ,the ,ettrick ,shepherd has the ,carle of ,invertine--a powerful composition1 and the ,cameronian ,preacher1 a prose tale1 of equal effect4 ,in addition to the pieces already mentioned1 by the editor1 is one of extraordinary excellence--the ,magic ,bridle3 his ,lines to a ,boy plucking ,blackberries1 are a very pleasing picture of innocence3-- ,there stay in joy1 ,pluck1 pluck1 and eat thou happy boy2 ,sad fate abides thee4 ,thou mayst grow ,a man3 for ,god may deem it so1 ,i wish thee no such harm1 sweet child3 ,go1 whilst thou'rt innocent and mild3 ,go1 ere earth's passions1 fierce and proud1 ,rend thee as lightning rend the cloud3 ,go1 go1 life's day is in the dawn3 ,go1 wait not1 wish not to be man4 ,one of his pieces we quote entire3-- ,,the ,,sea ,,king',s ,,death-,,song4 ,i'll launch my gallant bark no more1 ,nor smile to see how gay ,its pennon dances1 as we bound ,along the watery way2 ,the wave ,i walk on's mine--the god ,i worship is the breeze2 ,my rudder is my magic rod ,of rule1 on isles and seas3 ,blow1 blow1 ye winds1 for lordly ,france1 ,or shores of swarthy ,spain3 ,blow where ye list1 of earth ,i'm lord1 ,when monarch of the main4 ,when last upon the surge ,i rode1 ,a strong wind on me shot1 ,and tossed me as ,i toss my plume1 ,in battle fierce and hot4 ,three days and nights no sun ,i saw1 ,nor gentle star nor moon2 ,three feet of foam dash'd o'er my decks1 ,i sang to see it--soon ,the wind fell mute1 forth shone the sun1 ,broad dimpling smiled the brine2 ,i leap'd on ,ireland's shore1 and made ,half of her riches mine4 ,the wild hawk wets her yellow foot ,in blood of serf and king3 ,deep bites the brand1 sharp smites the axe1 ,and helm and cuirass ring2 ,the foam flies from the charger's flanks1 ,like wreaths of winter's snow2 ,spears shiver1 and the bright shafts start ,in thousands from the bow-- ,strike up1 strike up1 my minstrels all ,use tongue and tuneful chord-- ,be mute6--,my music is the clang ,of cleaving axe and sword4 ,cursed be the ,norseman who puts trust ,in mortar and in stone2 ,who rears a wall1 or builds a tower1 ,or makes on earth his throne2 ,my monarch throne's the willing wave1 ,that bears me on the beach2 ,my sepulchre's the deep sea surge1 ,where lead shall never reach2 ,my death-song is the howling wind1 ,that bends my quivering mast1-- ,bid ,england's maidens join the song1 ,i there made orphans last4 ,mourn1 all ye hawks of heaven1 for me ,oft1 oft1 by frith and flood1 ,i called ye forth to feast on kings2 ,who now shall give ye food8 ,mourn1 too1 thou deep-devouring sea1 ,for of earth's proudest lords ,we served thee oft a sumptuous feast ,with our sharp shining swords2 ,mourn1 midnight1 mourn1 no more thou'lt hear ,armed thousands shout my name4 ,nor see me rushing1 red wet shod1 ,through cities doomed to flame4 ,my race is run1 my flight is flown2 ,and1 like the eagle free1 ,that soars into the cloud and dies1 ,i leave my life on sea4 ,to man ,i yield not spear nor sword ,ne'er harmed me in their ire1 ,vain on me ,europe shower'd her shafts1 ,and ,asia pour'd her fire4 ,nor wound nor scar my body bears1 ,my lip made never moan1 ,and ,odin bold1 who gave me life1 ,now comes and takes his own4 ,light6 light there6 let me get one look1-- ,yon is the golden sky1 ,with all its glorious lights1 and there ,my subject sea flows by2 ,around me all my comrades stand1 ,who oft have trod with me ,on prince's necks1 a joy that's flown1 ,and never more may be4 ,now put my helmet on my head1 ,my bright sword in my hand1 ,that ,i may die as ,i have lived4 ,in arms and high command4 ,in the prose department the most striking is the description of ,abbotsford1 quoted in our #ccith number4 ,there is an affecting ,tale of the ,times of the ,martyrs1 by the ,rev4 ,edward ,irving1 which will repay the reader's curiosity4 ,the ,honeycomb and ,bitter ,gourd is a pleasing little story2 and ,paddy ,kelleger and his ,pig1 is a fine bit of humour1 in ,mr4 ,croker's best style4 ,the brief ,memoir of the late ,sir ,george ,beaumont is a just tribute to the memory of that liberal patron of the ,fine ,arts1 and is an opportune introduction into such a work as the present4 ,the letter of ,lord ,byron1 too1 from ,genoa in #ahbc1 will be interesting to the noble poet's admirers4 ,among the illustrations we can only notice the ,lute1 by ,c4 ,rolls1 after ,bonnington2 ,morning1 by ,e4 ,goodall1 from ,linton's joyful picture2 ,sir ,w4 ,scott in his ,study 7qy4 the forehead72 a little ,monkeyana1 by ,landseer2 ,chillon1 by ,wallis1 from a drawing by ,clarkson ,stanfield--a sublime picture2 ,fonthill1 an exquisite scene from one of ,turner's drawings2 ,beatrice1 from a picture by ,howard2 the ,lake ,view of ,newstead1 after ,danby2 the ,snuff-,box1 from ,stephanoff2 and last1 though not least1 ,gainsborough's charming ,young ,cottagers1 transferred to steel1 by ,j4,h4 ,robinson--perhaps the most attractive print in the whole series4 ,with this hasty notice we conclude1 in the language of our announcement of the present work1 wishing the publisher many ,anniversaries 99 99 99 99 99 ,,friendship',s ,,offering4 ,,edited ,,by ,,thomas ,,pringle1 ,,esq4 ,the present volume will support1 if not increase1 the literary reputation which this elegant work has enjoyed during previous years4 ,the editor1 ,mr4 ,pringle1 is a poet of no mean celebrity1 and1 as we are prepared to show1 his contribution1 independent of his editorial judgment1 will do much toward the ,friendship's ,offering maintaining its ground among the ,annuals for #ahbi4 ,there are twelve engravings and a presentation plate4 ,among the most beautiful of these are ,cupid and ,psyche1 painted by ,j4 ,wood1 and engraved by ,finden2 ,campbell ,castle1 by ,e4 ,goodall1 after ,g4 ,arnald2 the ,parting1 from ,haydon's picture now exhibiting with his ,mock ,election1 ,chairing2 ,hours of ,innocence1 from ,landseer2 ,la ,frescura1 by ,le ,petit1 from a painting by ,bone2 and the ,cove of ,muscat1 a spirited engraving by ,jeavons1 from the painting of ,witherington4 ,all these are of first-rate excellence2 but another remains to be mentioned--,glen-,lynden1 painted and engraved by ,martin1 a fit accompaniment for ,mr4 ,pringle's very polished poem4 ,the first prose story is the ,election1 by ,miss ,mitford1 with the hero a downright ,john ,bull who reads ,cobbett4 ,the next which most attracts our attention is ,contradiction1 by the author of an ,essay on ,housekeepers--but the present is not so ,shandean as the last-mentioned paper2 it has1 however1 many good points1 and want of room alone prevents our transferring it4 ,then comes the ,covenanters1 a ,scottish traditionary tale of fixing interest2 the ,publican's ,dream1 by ,mr4 ,banim1 told also in the ,winter's ,wreath1 and ,gem3 ,thrice the brindled cat hath mewed2 and ,zalim ,khan1 a beautiful ,peruvian tale of thirty pages1 by ,mr4 ,fraser4 ,the ,french story1 ,la ,fiance de ,marques1 is a novelty for an annual1 but in good taste4 ,tropical ,sun-sets1 by ,dr4 ,philip1 is just to our mind and measure3-- ,a setting sun between the tropics is certainly one of the finest objects in nature4 ,from the #bcrd degree north to the #bgth degree south latitude1 ,i used to stand upon the deck of the ,westmoreland an hour every evening1 gazing with admiration upon a scene which no effort either of the pencil or the pen can describe1 so as to convey any adequate idea of it to the mind of one who has never been in the neighbourhood of the equator4 ,i merely attempt to give you a hasty and imperfect outline4 ,the splendour of the scene generally commenced about twenty minutes before sun-set1 when the feathery1 fantastic1 and regularly crystallized clouds in the higher regions of the atmosphere1 became fully illumined by the sun's rays2 and the fine mackerel-shaped clouds1 common in these regions1 were seen hanging in the concave of heaven like fleeces of burnished gold4 ,when the sun approached the verge of the horizon1 he was frequently seen encircled by a halo of splendour1 which continued increasing till it covered a large space of the heavens3 it then began apparently to shoot out from the body of the sun1 in refulgent pencils1 or radii1 each as large as a rainbow1 exhibiting1 according to the rarity or density of the atmosphere1 a display of brilliant or delicate tints1 and of ever changing lights and shades of the most amazing beauty and variety4 ,about twenty minutes after sun-set these splendid shooting rays disappeared1 and were succeeded by a fine1 rich glow in the heavens1 in which you might easily fancy that you saw land rising out of the ocean1 stretching itself before you and on every side in the most enchanting perspective1 and having the glowing lustre of a bar of iron when newly withdrawn from the forge4 ,on this brilliant ground the dense clouds which lay nearest the bottom of the horizon1 presenting their dark sides to you1 exhibited to the imagination all the gorgeous and picturesque appearances of arches1 obelisks1 mouldering towers1 magnificent gardens1 cities1 forests1 mountains1 and every fantastic configuration of living creatures1 and of imaginary beings2 while the finely stratified clouds a little higher in the atmosphere1 might really be imagined so many glorious islands of the blessed1 swimming in an ocean of light4 ,the beauty and grandeur of the sunsets1 thus imperfectly described1 surpass inconceivably any thing of a similar description which ,i have ever witnessed1 even amidst the most rich and romantic scenery of our ,british lakes and mountains4 ,were ,i to attempt to account for the exquisite enjoyment on beholding the setting sun between the tropics1 ,i should perhaps say1 that it arose from the warmth1 the repose1 the richness1 the novelty1 the glory of the whole1 filling the mind with the most exalted1 tranquillizing1 and beautiful images4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there is likewise a tale1 ,going to ,sea1 and the ,ship's ,crew1 by ,mrs4 ,bowdich1 which equally merits commendation4 ,powerful as may be the aid which the editor has received from the contributors to the ,friendship's ,offering1 we are bound to distinguish one of his own pieces--,glen-,lynden1 a ,tale of ,teviot-dale1 as the sun of the volume4 ,it is in ,spenserian verse1 and a more graceful composition cannot be found in either of the ,annuals4 ,it is too long for entire extract1 but we will attempt to string together a few of its beauties4 ,the scenery of the ,glen is thus described3-- ,a rustic home in ,lynden's pastoral dell ,with modest pride a verdant hillock crown'd3 ,where the bold stream1 like dragon from the fell1 ,came glittering forth1 and1 gently gliding round ,the broom-clad skirts of that fair spot of ground1 ,danced down the vale1 in wanton mazes bending2 ,till finding1 where it reached the meadow's bound1 ,romantic ,teviot on his bright course wending4 ,it joined the sounding streams--with his blue waters blending4 ,behind a lofty wood along the steep ,fenced from the chill north-east this quiet glen3 ,and green hills1 gaily sprinkled o'er with sheep1 ,spread to the south2 while by the brightening pen1 ,rose the blithe sound of flocks and hounds and men1 ,at summer dawn1 and gloaming2 or the voice ,of children nutting in the hazelly den1 ,sweet mingling with the winds' and waters' noise1 ,attuned the softened heart with ,nature to rejoice4 ,upon the upland height a mouldering ,tower1 ,by time and outrage marked with many a scar1 ,told of past days of feudal pomp and power ,when its proud chieftains ruled the dales afar4 ,but that was long gone by3 and waste and war1 ,and civil strife more ruthless still than they1 ,had quenched the lustre of ,glen-,lynden's star1 ,which glimmered now1 with dim reclining ray1 ,o'er this secluded spot1--sole remnant of their sway4 ,lynden's lord1 and possessor of this tower1 is now a grave1 mild1 husbandman1 and his wife-- ,she he loved in youth and loved alone1 ,was his4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and now his pleasant home and pastoral farm ,are all the world to him3 he feels no sting ,of restless passions2 but1 with grateful arm1 ,clasps the twin cherubs round his neck that cling1 ,breathing their innocent thoughts like violets in the spring4 ,another prattler1 too1 lisps on his knee1 ,the orphan daughter of a hapless pair1 ,who1 voyaging upon the ,indian sea1 ,met the fierce typhon-blast--and perished there3 ,but she was left the rustic home to share ,of those who her young mother's friends had been3 ,an old affection thus enhanced the care ,with which those faithful guardians loved to screen ,this sweet forsaken flower1 in their wild arbours green4 99 99 99 99 99 ,but dark calamity comes aye too soon-- ,and why anticipate its evil day8 ,ah1 rather let us now in lovely ,june ,o'erlook these happy children at their play3 ,lo1 where they gambol through the garden gay1 ,or round the hoary hawthorn dance and sing1 ,or1 'neath yon moss-grown cliff1 grotesque and grey ,sit plaiting flowery wreaths in social ring1 ,and telling wondrous tales of the green ,elfin ,king4 99 99 99 99 99 ,ah6 evil days have fallen upon the land2 ,a storm that brooded long has burst at last2 ,and friends1 like forest trees that closely stand ,with roots and branches interwoven fast1 ,may aid awhile each other in the blast2 ,but as when giant pines at length give way ,the groves below must share the ruin vast1 ,so men who seemed aloof from ,fortune's sway ,fall crushed beneath the shock of loftier than they4 ,even so it fared4 ,and dark round ,lynden grew ,misfortune's troubles2 and foreboding fears1 ,that rose like distant shadows nearer drew ,o'ercasting the calm evening of his years2 ,yet still amidst the gloom fair hope appears1 ,a rainbow in the cloud4 ,and1 for a space1 ,till the horizon closes round of clears1 ,returns our tale the enchanted path to trace ,where youth's fond visions rise with fair but fleeting grace4 ,far up the dale1 where ,lynden's ruined towers ,o'erlooked the valley from the old oak wood1 ,a lake blue gleaming from deep forest bowers1 ,spread its fair mirror to the landscape rude3 ,oft by the margin of that quiet flood1 ,and through the groves and hoary ruins round1 ,young ,arthur loved to roam in lonely mood2 ,or here1 amid tradition's haunted ground1 ,long silent hours to lie in mystic musings drowned4 99 99 99 99 99 ,here ,arthur loved to roam--a dreaming boy-- ,erewhile romantic reveries to frame1 ,or read adventurous tales with thrilling joy4 ,till his young breast throbbed high with thirst of fame2 ,but with fair manhood's dawn a softer flame ',gan mingle with his martial musings high2 ,and trembling wishes--which he feared to name1 ,yet oft betrayed in many a half-drawn sigh-- ,told that the hidden shaft deep in his heart did lie4 ,and there were eyes that from long silken lashes ,with stolen glance could spy his secret pain-- ,sweet hazel eyes1 whose dewy light out-flashes ,like joyous day-spring after summer rain2 ,and she1 the enchantress1 loved the youth again ,with maiden's first affection1 fond and true1 --,ah6 youthful love is like the tranquil main1 ,heaving 'neath smiling skies its bosom blue-- ,beautiful as a spirit--calm1 but fearful too6 ,our limits compel us to break off once more1 which is a source of regret1 especially when our path is strewn with such gems as these3-- ,a gentle star lights up their solitude ,and lends fair hues to all created things2 ,and dreams alone of beings pure and good ,hover around their hearts with angel wings-- ,hearts1 like sweet fountains sealed1 where silent rapture springs4 ,here is a beautiful apostrophe-- ,oh ,nature6 by impassioned hearts alone ,thy genuine charms are felt4 ,the vulgar mind ,sees but the shadow of a power unknown2 ,thy loftier beauties beam not to the blind ,and sensual throng1 to grovelling hopes resigned3 ,but they whom high and holy thoughts inspire ,adore thee1 in celestial glory shrined ,in that diviner fane where ,love's pure fire ,burns bright1 and ,genius tunes his loud immortal ,lyre6 ,the halcyon days at length draw to a close1 and sorrows in battalions compel them to emigrate and bid ,farewell to the scenes they ne'er shall visit more4 ,the remainder is rather abrupt1 at least much more so than the lovers of fervid poetry could wish1 especially as the termination is with the following exquisite ballad3-- ,our native land1 our native vale1 ,a long and last adieu6 ,farewell to bonny ,lynden-dale1 ,and ,cheviot mountains blue4 ,farewell1 ye hills of glorious deeds1 ,and streams renowned in song3 ,farewell1 ye blithsome braes and meads ,our hearts have loved so long4 ,farewell1 ye broomy elfin knowes1 ,where thyme and harebells grow2 ,farewell1 ye hoary haunted howes1 ,o'erhung with birk and sloe4 ,the battle-mound1 the border-tower1 ,that ,scotia's annals tell3 ,thy martyr's grave1 the lover's bower-- ,to each--to all--farewell6 ,home of our hearts6 our father's home6 ,land of the brave and free6 ,the keel is flashing through the foam ,that bears us far from thee4 ,we seek a wild and distant shore ,beyond the ,atlantic main3 ,we leave thee to return no more1 ,nor view thy cliffs again4 ,but may dishonour blight our fame1 ,and quench our household fires1 ,when we or ours forget thy name1 ,green island of our sires4 ,our native land--our native vale-- ,a long1 a last adieu6 ,farewell to bonny ,lynden-dale1 ,and ,scotland's mountains blue6 ,we have only space to add that the poetical pieces are very numerous1 and those by ,allan ,cunningham1 the ,ettrick ,shepherd1 ,delta1 and ,william ,kennedy1 merit especial notice4 ,the elegant embossed binding is similar to that of last year1 which we mentioned to our readers1 and which we think an improvement on the silken array4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,bijou4 ,though last in the field1 7for it is scarcely published7 the ,bijou will doubtless occupy a different place in public favour4 ,its embellishments are selected with much judgment1 and in literary merit1 it equals either of its contemporaries4 ,its second title is an ,annual of ,literature and the ,fine ,arts1 and from the choice of its illustrations1 deservedly so4 ,thus1 among the painters1 who have furnished subjects for the engravers1 we have ,holbein1 ,claude1 and ,primaticcio2 and two from ,sir ,thomas ,lawrence4 ,the engraving from ,holbein1 ,sir ,thomas ,more and his ,family1--is a novelty in an ,annual1 and is beautifully executed by ,ensom4 ,it has all the quaintness of the great master1 whose pictures may be called the mosaic of painting4 ,the ,autumnal ,evening1 engraved by ,dean1 after ,claude1 is not so successful2 although it should be considered that little space is allowed for the exquisite effect of the original3 still the execution might have been better4 ,the ,frontispiece1 ,lady ,wallscourt1 after ,sir ,thomas ,lawrence is in part1 a first-rate engraving2 ,young ,lambton1 after the same master1 is of superior merit4 ,the face is beautifully copied2 and1 by way of hint to the scrappers1 this print will form a companion to the ,mountain ,daisy1 from the ,amulet for the present year4 ,there are1 too1 some consecrated landscapes1 dear to every classical tourist1 and of1 no common interest at home--as ,clisson1 the retreat of ,heloise2 ,mont ,blanc2 and the ,cascade of ,tivoli--all of which are delightfully picturesque4 ,the view of ,mont ,blanc is well managed4 ,in the prose compositions we notice some of intense interest1 among which are the ,stranger ,patron and the ,castle of ,reinspadte--both of ,german origin4 ,there is too1 a faithful historiette of the ,battle of ,trafalgar1 which1 with the ,history of the ,family of ,sir ,thomas ,more1 will be read with peculiar attention4 ,our extracts from the poetical department are by ,mrs4 ,hemans and ,miss ,landon4 ,,the ,,sleepers4 ,oh6 lightly1 lightly tread6 ,a holy thing is sleep4 ,on the worn spirit shed1 ,and eyes that wake to weep3 ,a holy thing from heaven1 ,a gracious dewy cloud1 ,a covering mantle1 given ,the weary to enshroud4 ,oh6 lightly1 lightly tread6 ,revere the pale still brow1 ,the meekly drooping head1 ,the long hair's willowy flow6 ,ye know not what ye do1 ,that call the slumberer back1 ,from the world unseen by you1 ,unto ,life's dim faded track4 ,her soul is far away1 ,in her childhood's land perchance1 ,where her young sisters play1 ,where shines her mother's glance4 ,some old sweet native sound ,her spirit haply weaves2 ,a harmony profound ,of woods with all their leaves3 ,a murmur of the sea1 ,a laughing tone of streams3-- ,long may her sojourn be ,in the music-land of dreams6 ,each voice of love is there1 ,each gleam of beauty fled4 ,each lost one still more fair-- ,oh6 lightly1 lightly tread6 ,miss ,landon has contributed more to the ,bijou than to any other ,annual1 and a piece from her distinguished pen will increase the value and variety of our columns4 ,,the ,,feast ,,of ,,life4 ,i bid thee to my mystic ,feast1 ,each one thou lovest is gathered there2 ,yet put thou on a mourning robe1 ,and bind the cypress in thy hair4 ,the hall is vast1 and cold1 and drear2 ,the board with faded flowers is spread3 ,shadows of beauty flit around1 ,but beauty from each bloom has fled2 ,and music echoes from the walls1 ,but music with a dirge-like sound2 ,and pale and silent are the guests1 ,and every eye is on the ground4 ,here1 take this cup1 tho' dark it seem1 ,and drink to human hopes and fears2 ',tis from their native element ,the cup is filled--it is of tears4 ,what6 turnest thou with averted brow8 ,thou scornest this poor feast of mine2 ,and askest for a purple robe1 ,light words1 glad smiles1 and sunny wine4 ,in vain1 the veil has left thine eyes1 ,or such these would have seemed to thee2 ,before thee is the ,feast of ,life1 ,but life in its reality6 ,we should not1 however1 pass over in silence a poem1 of the antique school1 entitled the ,holy ,vengeance for the ,martyrdom of ,george ,wishart1 the merits of which are of a high order4 ,indeed1 this piece1 and the admirable composition of the ,history of ,sir ,thomas ,more and his ,family1 with the ,holbein print1 distinguish the ,bijou from all other publications of its class1 and are characteristic of the good taste of ,mr4 ,pickering1 the proprietor4 ,altogether1 the ,bijou for #ahbi is very superior to the last volume1 and1 to our taste1 it is one of the most attractive of the ,christmas presents4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,winter',s ,,wreath4 ,this is a provincial1 but not a first appearance in ,london2 the present being the fourth ,wreath that has been entwined for the lovers of song and sentiment4 ,it is culled from ,liverpool1 7next to our own metropolis7 the most literary city in the empire2 but many of its flowers have been gathered from our metropolitan parterre4 ,thus1 in addition to the respected names of ,roscoe1 ,currie1 and ,shepherd1 7of ,liverpool71 we have among the contributors those of ,hemans1 ,bowring1 ,howitt1 ,opie1 with ,mitford1 ,montgomery1 and ,wiffen4 ,the editorship has passed into different hands1 and the introduction of religious topics has been carefully avoided as unsuited to a work of elegant amusement4 ,the plates are twelve in number1 among which are ,lady ,blanche and her ,merlin1 after ,northcote 7rather too hard in the features72 an exquisite ,view of the ,thames near ,windsor1 after ,havell2 ,medora and the ,corsair1 after ,howard2 the ,sailor ,boy1 by ,lizars2 and a beautiful ,wreath ,title-page1 after ,vandyke4 ,all these will bear comparison with any engravings in similar works4 ,the ,wreath contains #acb pieces or flowers1 some of them perennials--others of great1 but less lasting beauty--and but few that will fade in a day4 ,among those entitled to special distinction1 in the prose department1 are an ,italian ,story1 of considerable interest2 the ,corsair1 a pleasing sketch2 and ,lough ,neagh1 a tale of the north of ,ireland4 ,one of the perennials is a ,journey up the ,mississippi1 by ,audubon1 the ,american naturalist4 ,kester ,hobson1 a legendary tale of the ,yorkshire ,wolds1 which turns upon a lucky dream1 will probably set thousands dreaming--and we hope with the same good effect--viz4 half-a-bushel of gold4 ,a ,vision1 by the late ,dr4 ,currie1 is a successful piece of writing2 ,le ,contretems is a pleasant tale enough1 with a sprinkling of ,french dialogue4 ,next is a well-told historiette of the eventful times of the ,civil ,wars4--,the ,memoir of a young ,sculptor can scarcely fail to awaken the sympathy of the reader4 ,the introduction of the paper on ,popular ,education1 in what the editor himself calls a work of elegant amusement like the present1 is somewhat objectionable1 and the writer's sentiments will be very unpalatable to a certain party4 ,the ,ridley ,coach is a sketch in the style of ,miss ,mitford1 who has contributed only one article1 and that in verse4 ,mrs4 ,opie has a slight piece--,the ,old ,trees and ,new ,houses--but our prose selection is1 7somewhat abridged7-- ,,the ,,lady ,,anne ,,carr1 ,,by ,,the ,,author ,,of ,,may ,,you ,,like ,,it4 ,have you not sometimes seen1 upon the bosom of dark1 stagnant waters1 a pure1 white water-lily lift up its head1 breathing there a fresh and delicate fragrance1 and deriving its existence thence--yet partaking in nothing of the loathsome nature of the pool1 nor ever sullied by its close contact with the foul element beneath8 ,it is an honest simile to say that the gentle ,anne ,carr resembled that sweet water-lily4 ,sprung from the guilty loves of the favourite ,somerset and his beautiful but infamous wife1 she was herself pure and untainted by the dark and criminal dispositions of her parents4 ,not even a suspicion of their real character had ever crossed her mind2 she knew that they had met with some reverse of fortune1--for she had heard her father regret1 for her sake1 his altered estate4 ,she knew this1 but nothing more3 her father's enemies1 who would gladly have added to his wretchedness1 by making his child look upon him with horror1 could not find in their hearts1 when they gazed on her innocent face1 to make one so unoffending wretched4 ,it is a lovely blindness in a child to have no discernment of a parent's faultiness2 and so it happened that the ,lady ,anne saw nothing in her father's mien or manner1 betokening a sinful1 worthless character4 ,of her mother she had but few and faint recollections4 ,memory pictured her pale and drooping1 nay gradually sinking under the cureless malady which brought her to her grave at last4 ,she remembered1 however1 the soft and beautiful smiles which had beamed over that haggard countenance1 when it was turned upon her only child--smiles which she delighted to recognise in the lovely portrait1 from which her idea of her mother was chiefly formed4 ,this portrait adorned her own favourite apartment4 ,it had been painted when the original was as young and happy as herself2 and her filial love and fond imagination believed no grace had been wanting to make all as beautiful and glorious within4 ,as the ,lady ,anne grew up to womanhood1 the sweetness of her disposition and manners began to be acknowledged by those1 who had seen without astonishment her extraordinary beauty2 and many persons of distinction1 who would hold no kind of fellowship with the ,lord ,somerset1 sought the acquaintance of his innocent daughter for her own sake4 ,the most beloved friend of the ,lady ,anne was the ,lady ,ellinor ,g----1 the eldest daughter of the ,earl of ,g----3 and with her1 ,lady ,anne often passed several months in the year4 ,a large party of young ladies were assembled at ,g---- ,castle2 and it happened that a continual rain had confined the fair companions within doors the whole summer afternoon4 ,they sat together over their embroidery and various kinds of needlework1 telling old tales of fearful interest--the strange mishaps of benighted travellers--stories of witchcraft1 and of mysterious murder4 ,the conversation turned at last to the legends belonging to a certain family2 and one circumstance was mentioned so nearly resembling1 in many particulars1 the murder of ,sir ,thomas ,overbury1 that the ,lady ,ellinor1 scarcely doubting that some slight suspicion of her parents' crimes had reached the ears of the ,lady ,anne1 determined to change the subject at once4 ,she proposed to her fair friends that they should ramble together through the apartments of the castle2 and she called for the old housekeeper1 who had lived in the family from her childhood1 to go along with them1 and asked her to describe to them the person and manners of ,queen ,elizabeth1 when she had visited at the castle1 and slept in the state apartment2 always since called1 ,the ,queen's ,bedchamber4 ,led by their talkative guide1 the careless1 laughing party wandered from one chamber to another1 listening to her anecdotes1 and the descriptions she gave of persons and things in former days4 ,she had known many of the originals of the stately portraits in the picture gallery2 and she could tell the names1 and the exploits of those warriors in the family1 whose coats of mail and glittering weapons adorned the armoury4 ,and now1 said the ,lady ,ellinor1 what else is there to be seen8 ,not that ,i mean to trouble you any longer with our questions1 good ,margaret1 but give me this key1 this key so seldom used1 pointing to a large1 strangely shaped key1 that hung among a bunch at the old housekeeper's side4 ,there6 she added1 disengaging it herself from the ring1 ,i have taken it1 and will return it very safely4 ,i assure you4 ,this key1 she said1 turning to her young companions1 unlocks a gallery at the end of the eastern wing1 which is always locked up1 because the room is full of curious and rare treasures1 that were brought by my father's brother from many foreign lands4 ,they enter4--,this may be a charming place1 said one of the youngest and liveliest of the party1 but see1 the rain has passed away1 and the sun has at last burst out from the clouds4 ,how brightly he shines1 even through these dull and dusty windows6 ,she gave but a passing glance to the treasures around her1 and hastened to a half open door at the end of the gallery4 ,some of her companions followed her to a broad landing place1 at the top of a flight of marble stairs4 ,they were absent but a few minutes1 and they returned with smiles of delight1 and glad1 eager voices1 declaring that they had unbolted a door at the bottom of the staircase1 and found themselves in the most beautiful part of the gardens4 ,come6 said the young and sprightly girl1 do not loiter here2 leave these rare and beautiful things until it rains again1 and come forth at once with me into the sweet1 fresh air4 ,the ,lady ,ellinor and her friend the ,lady ,anne were sitting side by side1 at the same table1 and looking over the same volume--a folio of ,norman chronicles1 embellished with many quaint and coloured pictures4 ,they both lifted up their faces from the book1 as their merry companions again addressed them4 ,nay1 do not look up1 but rise up6 said the laughing maiden1 and drawing away the volume from before them1 she shut it up instantly1 and laid it on another table2 throwing down a branch of jessamine in its place4 ,yes1 yes1 you are right1 my merry ,barbara1 replied the ,lady ,ellinor1 and she rose up as she spoke1 we have been prisoners all the day against our will1 why should we now be confined when the smile of ,nature bids us forth to share her joy4 ,come1 come6 my sweet ,anne1 you are not wont to be the last1 turning to her friend1 who lingered behind4 ,oh6 cried ,lady ,anne1 ,i am coming1 ,i will soon be the first amongst you1 ,i only wait a moment to bind up my troublesome hair4 ,as she spoke1 her eyes rested upon a little volume1 which lay upon the broad sill of the casement4 ,the wind fluttered in the pages1 and blew them over and over2 and half curiously1 half carelessly1 she looked again1 and yet again4 ,the word murder caught her eye2 her feelings were still in a state of excitement from the tales and legends to which she had just been listening4 ,resting her head upon her hand1 she leaned over the volume2 and stood motionless1 absorbed by the interest of the tale which she read1 forgetful of her young companions--of all but the appalling story then before her4 ,but these feelings were soon lost in astonishment1 and horror so confounding1 that for awhile she lost all power of moving1 or even of thinking4 ,still her eyes were fixed upon the words which had pierced her heart3--she could not force them away4 ,again and again1 struck with shame and horror1 she shrunk away2--again and again1 she found herself forced by doubt1 by positive disbelief1 to search the terrible pages4 ,at last she had read enough--quite1 quite enough to be assured1 not that her father--her mother1 had been suspected1 but that by the law of the land they had been convicted1 and condemned to death as foul1 adulterous murderers2--the murderers of ,sir ,thomas ,overbury6 ,the ,lady ,ellinor returned alone into the gallery1 ,you little truant6 she cried1 why so long8 you said you would soon be with the foremost4 ,i thought you must have escaped me1 and have sought you through half the garden1 and you are here all the while6 ,no voice replied3 not a sound was heard2 and the ,lady ,ellinor had already returned to the door of the gallery to seek her friend elsewhere1 when something fell heavily to the ground4 ,she flew back2 and in one of the receding windows1 she found the ,lady ,anne lying senseless in a deep swoon4 ,throwing herself on the ground beside her1 she raised her tenderly in her arms1 and not without some difficulty1 restored her to herself4 ,then laying her head upon her bosom1 she whispered kind words4 ,you are ill1 ,i fear1 my own ,anne1 who has been here8 ,what have you seen8 ,how so changed in this short time8 ,i left you well and smiling1 and now--nay1 my dear1 dear friend1 do not turn from me1 and look so utterly wretched4 ,do not you see me6 ,what can be the matter6 ,the ,lady ,anne looked up in her friend's face with so piteous and desolate a look1 that she began to fear her reason was affected4 ,have ,i lost your confidence8 ,am ,i no longer loved8 said the ,lady ,ellinor4 ,can you sit heart-broken there1 and will not allow me to comfort you8 ,still no answer6 ,shall ,i go8 ,shall ,i leave you1 my love8 ,do you wish me absent8 continued she in a trembling voice1 the tears flowing over her face1 as she rose up4 ,her motion to depart aroused the ,lady ,anne4 ,ellinor6 my ,ellinor6 she cried1 and throwing herself forward1 she stretched forth her arms4 ,in another moment she was weeping on the bosom of her friend4 ,she wept for a long time without restraint1 for the ,lady ,ellinor said nothing1 but drew her nearer and nearer to her bosom1 and tenderly pressed the hand that was clasped in hers4 ,i ought not to be weeping here1 at length she said1 ,i ought to let you leave me1 but ,i have not the courage1 ,i cannot bear to lose your friendship1--your affection1 my ,ellinor6 ,can you love me8 ,have you loved me1 knowing all the while1 as every one must8 ,to-day--this very hour1 since you left me1 ,i learned3--no ,i cannot tell you6 ,look on that page1 ,ellinor1 you will see why you find me thus4 ,i am the most wretched1 wretched creature6--here again she burst into an agony of uncontrollable grief4 99 99 99 99 99 ,who can describe the feelings of the ,lady ,anne--alone1 in her chamber1 looking up at the portrait of her mother1 upon which she had so often gazed with delight and reverence6 ,is it possible8 said she to herself1 can this be she1 of whom ,i have read such dreadful things8 ,have all my young and happy days been but a dream1 from which ,i wake at last8 ,is not this dreadful certainty still as a hideous dream to me8 ,she had another cause of bitter grief4 ,she loved the young and noble-minded ,lord ,russell1 the ,earl of ,bedford's eldest son2 and she had heard him vow affection and faithfulness to her4 ,she now perceived at once the reasons why the ,earl of ,bedford had objected to their marriage3 she almost wondered within herself that the ,lord ,russel should have chosen her2 and though she loved him more for avowing his attachment1 though her heart pleaded warmly for him1 she determined to renounce his plighted love4 ,it must be done1 she said1 and better now2--delay will but bring weakness4 ,now ,i can write--,i feel that ,i have strength4 ,and the ,lady ,anne wrote1 and folded with a trembling hand the letter which should give up her life's happiness2 and fearing her resolution might not hold1 she despatched it by a messenger1 as the ,lord ,russel was then in the neighbourhood2 and returned mournfully to her own chamber4 ,she opened an old volume which lay upon her toilette--a volume to which she turned in time of trouble1 to seek that peace which the world cannot give4 ,lady ,ellinor soon aroused her by the tidings that a messenger had arrived with a letter from her father1 and she descended in search of him4 ,oh1 why is this8 why am ,i here8 exclaimed the ,lady ,anne1 as trembling and almost sinking to the ground--her face alternately pale and covered with crimson blushes1 she found herself alone with the ,lord ,russell4 ,you have received my letter1 might not this trial have been spared8 my cup was already sufficiently bitter--but ,i had drunk it4 ,no6 she continued gently withdrawing her hand which he had taken1 ,do not make me despise myself--the voice of duty separates us4 ,farewell6 ,i seek a messenger from my father4 ,i am the messenger you seek1 replied he1 ,i have seen the ,lord ,somerset1 and bring this letter to his daughter4 ,the letter from the ,earl of ,somerset informed his daughter that he had seen the ,earl of ,bedford1 and had obviated all obstacle to her union with the ,lord ,russell2 that he was going himself to travel in foreign parts2 and that he wished her to be married during a visit to the ,earl and ,countess of ,bedford1 whose invitation he had accepted for her4 ,does not your father say1 that in this marriage his happiness is at stake8 said the ,lord ,russell1 gently pressing her hand4 ,the ,lady ,anne hung down her head1 and wept in silence4 ,are you still silent1 my dearest8 continued he1 then will ,i summon another advocate to plead for me4 ,he quitted the apartment for a moment1 but soon returned with the ,countess of ,bedford1 who had accompanied him to claim her future daughter-in-law4 ,the ,lady ,anne had made many resolutions1 but they yielded before the sweet and eloquent entreaties that urged her to do what1 in fact1 she was all too willing to consent to4 ,they were married1 the ,lord ,russell and the ,lady ,anne ,carr2 and they lived long and happily together4 ,it was always thought that the ,lord ,russell had loved not only well1 but wisely2 for the ,lady ,anne was ever a faithful wife1 and a loving1 tender mother4 ,it was not until some years after her marriage1 that the ,lady ,russell discovered how the consent of the earl of ,bedford had been obtained4 ,till then1 she knew not that this consent had been withheld1 until the ,earl of ,somerset should give his daughter a large sum as her marriage portion3--the ,earl of ,bedford calculating upon the difficulty1 nay almost impossibility1 of his ever raising this sum4 ,but he had not calculated upon the devotion of the wretched father's love to his fair and innocent child3 and he was astounded when his terms were complied with1 and the money paid at once into his hands4 ,he could no longer withhold his consent2 nor could he refuse some admiration of this proof of a father's love for his child4 ,the ,lord ,somerset had1 in fact1 sold his whole possessions1 and reduced himself to an estate not far removed from beggary1 to give his daughter the husband of her choice4 ,it was the ,lady ,anne ,carr1 of whom ,vandyke painted an exquisite and well-known portrait1 when ,countess of ,bedford4 ,she was the mother of ,william ,lord ,russell2 and died heart-broken in her old age1 when she heard of the execution of her noble and first-born son4 ,this is1 perhaps1 one of ,mr4 ,tayler's most successful pieces2 it has more breadth 7if we may use such a term7 than he is wont to employ1 the absence of which from his writing1 we have more than once had occasion to regret4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,time',s ,,telescope4 ,our old friend ,time has this year illustrated his march1 or object-glass1 with a host of images or spectra--that is1 woodcuts of head and tail pieces--to suit all tastes--from the mouldering cloister of other days to the last balloon ascent4 ,the ,notices of ,saints' ,days and ,holidays1 ,chronology and ,biography1 ,astronomical and ,naturalist's ,notices1 are edited with more than usual industry2 and the poetry1 original and selected1 is for the most part very pleasing4 ,as we have a running account with ,time's ,telescope1 7who has not87 and occasionally illustrate our pages with extracts during the year1 we content ourselves for the present with a quotation from an original article1 by a correspondent from ,alveston1 possessing much good feeling and a tone of reflection1 to us very pleasing3-- ,,the ,,influence ,,of ,a ,,flower4 ,towards the close of a most lovely spring day--and such a lovely one1 to my fancy1 has never beamed from the heavens since--,i carelessly plucked a cowslip from a copse side1 and gave it to ,constance4 ',twas on that beautiful evening when she told me all her heart6 as1 seated on a mossy bank1 she dissected1 with downcast eyes1 every part of the flower2 chives1 pointal1 and petal1 all were displayed2 though ,i am sure she never even thought of the class4 ,my destiny through life ,i considered as fixed from that hour4--,shortly afterwards ,i was called1 by the death of a relative1 to a distant part of ,england2 upon my return1 ,constance was no more4 ,the army was not my original destination2 but my mind began to be enfeebled by hourly musing upon one subject alone1 without cessation or available termination2 yet reason enough remained to convince me1 that1 without change and excitement1 it would degenerate into fatuity4 ,the preparation and voyage to ,india1 new companions1 and ever-changing scenes1 hushed my feelings1 and produced a calm that might be called a state of blessedness--a condition in which the ignoble and inferior ingredients of our nature were subdued by the divinity of mind4 ,years rolled on in almost constant service2 nor do ,i remember many of the events of that time1 even with interest or regret4 ,in one advance of the army to which ,i was attached1 we had some skirmishing with the irregulars of our foe2 the pursuit was rapid1 and ,i fell behind my detachment1 wounded and weary1 in ascending a ghaut1 resting in the jungle1 with languid eyes fixed on the ground1 without any particular feeling but that of fatigue1 and the smarting of my shoulder4 ,a cowslip caught my sight6 my blood rushed to my heart--and1 shuddering1 ,i started on my feet1 felt no fatigue1 knew of no wound1 and joined my party4 ,i had not seen this flower for ten years6 but it probably saved my life--an ,european officer1 wounded and alone1 might have tempted the avarice of some of the numerous and savage followers of an ,indian army4 ,in the cooler and calmer hours of reflection since1 ,i have often thought that this appearance was a mere phantom1 an illusion--the offspring of weakness3 ,i saw it but for a moment1 and too imperfectly to be assured of reality2 and whatever ,i believed at the time seems now to have been a painting on the mind rather than an object of vision2 but how that image started up4 ,i conjecture not--the effect was immediate and preservative4 ,this flower was again seen in ,spain3 ,i had the command of an advance party1 and in one of the recesses of the ,pyrenees1 of the romantic1 beautiful ,pyrenees1 upon a secluded bank1 surrounded by a shrubbery so lovely as to be noticed by many--was a cowslip4 ,it was now nearly twenty years since ,i had seen it in ,mysore3 ,i did not start2 but a cold and melancholy chill came over me2 yet ,i might possibly have gazed long on this humble little flower1 and recalled many dormant thoughts1 had not a sense of duty 7for we momentarily expected an attack7 summoned my attentions to the realities of life3 so1 drawing the back of my hand across my eyes1 ,i cheered my party with1 ,forward1 lads1 and pursued my route1 and saw it no more1 until ,england and all her flowery meadows met my view2 but many days and service had wasted life1 and worn the fine edge of sensibility away2 they were now before me in endless profusion1 almost unheeded1 and without excitement2 ,i viewed not the cowslip1 when fifty1 as ,i had done with the eyes of nineteen4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,christmas ,,box4 ,this is the happiest title in the whole list of annuals4 ,there is nothing sentimental or lachrymose in it2 but it is warm and seasonable1 and done up in a holly-green binding1 it is all over old ,christmas4 ,the first story in the volume is ,old ,christmas2 one of the gems or sweets is ,garry ,owen1 or the ,snow-,woman1 by ,miss ,edgeworth1 for it abounds with good sentiment1 just such as we should wish in the hearts and mouths of our own children1 as a spice for their prattle4 ,we pass over ,l',egotiste ,corrige1 par ,madame de ,labourt--pretty enough--and the ,ambitious ,primrose1 by ,miss ,dagley4 ,then a ,song1 by ,miss ,mitford2 and a ,story of ,old ,times1 by ,mrs4 ,hofland2 and the ,tragical ,history of ,major ,brown1 a capital piece of fun2 and ,pretty ,bobby1 one of ,miss ,mitford's delightful sketches4 ,the ,visit to the ,zoological ,gardens is not just what we expected2 still it is attractive4 ,major ,beamish has accommodated military tactics to the nursery in a pleasant little sketch2 and the proverb of ,much ,coin ,much ,care1 by ,mrs4 ,r4,s4 ,jameson is a little farce for the same stage4 ,but the ,cuts--the pictures--of which it would have been more juvenile to have spoken first4 ,these are from the pencil of our right trustye friend and excellent artist1 ,mr4 ,w4,h4 ,brooke1 whose horses1 coaches1 and dogs excite so much mirth among the young friends of the ,,mirror--for1 in truth1 ,mr4 ,brooke is an ,a4,m4--an associate of the ,,mirror1 and enables us to jump from ,whitehall to ,constantine's ,arch at ,rome1 shake hands with the ,bears of the ,zoological ,society1 and ,peg in the ,ring at ,abury4 ,the ,christmas ,box cuts are all fun and frolic--the tail-piece of the preface1 a bricklayer on a ladder1 spilling a hod of bricks--the ,lord of ,misrule1 with his polichinel army--the ,boar's ,head--a little squat ,cook and a steaming ,plum-,pudding--the ,bee and ,honeysuckle--,major ,brown with a ,munchausen face--the ,bear ,pit1 ,monkeys' ,houses1 and ,horned ,owl1 in the ,zoological ,gardens--and the ,parliament of ,animals1 with the ,elephant as ,chancellor1 the ,tortoise for the table1 and ,monkeys for ,counsel--the groups of ,toy ,soldiers--and the head pieces of the ,cobbler and his ,wife--all excellent4 ,then the ,cricket and ,friar1 and a pair of ,dancing ,crickets--worth all the fairy figures of the ,smirkes1 and a hundred others into the bargain4 ,these are the little quips of the pencil that curl up our eye-lashes and dimple our faces more than all the ,vatican gallery4 ,they are trifles--aye1 trifles light as air--but their influence convinces us that trifling is part of the great business of life4 ,now we are trifling our readers' time2 so to recommend the ,christmas ,box for #ahbi1 as one of the prettiest presents1 and as much better suited to children than was its predecessor--and--pass we off4 99 99 99 99 99 ,here our motley-minded sheet finishes1 and we leave our readers in possession of its sweet fancies4 ,its little compartments of poetry and prose remind us of mosaic work1 and its sentimentalities have all the varieties of the kaleidoscope4 ,to gladden the eye1 study the taste1 and improve the heart1 of each reader has been our aim--feelings which we hope pervade this and every other ,number of the ,,mirror4 99 99 99 99 99 ,number #cdj of the ,,mirror contains the ,notices of the ,literary ,souvenir1 ,forget-,me-,not1 ,gem1 and ,amulet1 and with the present ,number forms the ,spirit of the ,annuals for #ahbi4 99 99 99 99 99 ,printed and ,published by ,j4 ,,limbird1 #adc1 ,strand1 7near ,somerset-,house17 ,london2 sold by ,,ernest ,,fleischer1 #fbf1 ,new ,market1 ,leipsic2 and by all ,newsmen and ,booksellers4