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revelled in his glorious descrip tion of that visit "to Brndegate in Leicestershire , " to take his leave of the unfortunate Lady Jane Grey , before he went to Germany , will never forget how , when "her parents , the Duke and Duchess , Avith all the household , gentlemen and gentlewomenwere
, hunting in the park , " he ' found her in her chamber , reading Phwdo Platonis in Greek , and that with as much delight as some gentlemen would read a merry tale in Boccace . " How she " Avist all their sport in the park " was " but a shadow " to
the pleasure she found in Plato , has been delineated for us by the pen of the honest Yorkshireman , with the minute fidelity to nature of a Flemish painter . To such lovers of literature , the following verses need no commendation : —
" LADY JANE GREY . Shine , sunlight , through the blazon'd pane , Spring morning , light the girlish hair , Shed on that form thy golden rain , That Danae , self-imprisoned there , Sweet student of the Good and Fair j— - Her Plato ' s high ideals portray
The charms that sharp death clefi ! aAvay . Not useless the philosophy AVhich told of Socrates' last breath , —• His calm voice taught her how to die , Bade her be firm in her true faith , That daAvu when she Avas led to death .
When the grim axe-fall quench'd for aye That unsought queendom of a day . " From a poet of such promise—Avhose purity is equal to his power—we may reasonably look forward to other volumes to help to enrich our noble English
literature . GEORGE MARKHAM TWEDDELL . Rose Cottage , Stokesley .
The Dying Child.
THE DYING CHILD .
BY MARY A . BERTRAKD . There is something unnatural in the death of a child . It is like the blight that withers the young buds—the untimel y rains beating doAvn the cornThat
green . the petals of the full-blown flowers should fall , seems onl y to folloAv in the right order of things ; their mission is fulfilled , their odour is gone , the joy of their
existence is past . AVe could not desire to detain them , excepting in the perfumes Ave may have extracted from them , as the essence of the minds of our poets , and artists , and sculptors , is left behind them in their Avorks . The patriarch , " old and full of years" is fit for the sicklelike a
, , field of ripe corn . In another aspect , hoAvever , the death of a child may be regarded as not so very sorrowful a thing ; for as no one will deny that the fate of a rose-bud is much exalted when placed in the bosom of beauty , so , if Ave could
sincerely believe that Providence takes our human blossoms to place them in a region of perfect bliss , we should the less regret their loss . Yet talk as we will upon the abstract question , the strong instincts of our nature will triumph over faith and
philosophy Avhen the time of trial comes ; and Avhen we see a woman so perfectly resigned as to shed no tear over thp coffin of her child , Ave involuntarily shrink from her as an unnatural monster .
An anxious mother , who sits by a little bed , on Avhich her youngest child is lying . The doctor , with his Mud , grave , face , sits on the opposite side , and on him her eyes are fixed . " Your fears are too well founded , " he
said , as he laid the little emaciated hand gently upon the coverlet ; " it Avill be useless for me to call again ; but I -will do so if it -will g ive you any satisfaction . " " Oh , yes ! pray come again , sir , " sobbed the poor woman .
" I warn you that nothing more can be done for him , " said the doctor , " and that I can give you no hope of his recovery . However , I will look in in the morning , or , if you should wish to see rne during the nightsend for meand I Avill come . "
, , " God bless you , sir , " said the Avoinan , rising mechanically to light him down stairs . " No , no ; do not stir , " he said , putting her gently back into her chair , " there is a li ght in the passage . I can find my way doAvn . "
For half the night the wretched mother continued to Avatch by the bedside of her d y ing child ; and though already nearly Avorn out , IIOAV gladly Avould she have hailed the prospect of sitting up Avith him for tAventy nights longer , with the certainty of his being then restored to health and strength !
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revelled in his glorious descrip tion of that visit "to Brndegate in Leicestershire , " to take his leave of the unfortunate Lady Jane Grey , before he went to Germany , will never forget how , when "her parents , the Duke and Duchess , Avith all the household , gentlemen and gentlewomenwere
, hunting in the park , " he ' found her in her chamber , reading Phwdo Platonis in Greek , and that with as much delight as some gentlemen would read a merry tale in Boccace . " How she " Avist all their sport in the park " was " but a shadow " to
the pleasure she found in Plato , has been delineated for us by the pen of the honest Yorkshireman , with the minute fidelity to nature of a Flemish painter . To such lovers of literature , the following verses need no commendation : —
" LADY JANE GREY . Shine , sunlight , through the blazon'd pane , Spring morning , light the girlish hair , Shed on that form thy golden rain , That Danae , self-imprisoned there , Sweet student of the Good and Fair j— - Her Plato ' s high ideals portray
The charms that sharp death clefi ! aAvay . Not useless the philosophy AVhich told of Socrates' last breath , —• His calm voice taught her how to die , Bade her be firm in her true faith , That daAvu when she Avas led to death .
When the grim axe-fall quench'd for aye That unsought queendom of a day . " From a poet of such promise—Avhose purity is equal to his power—we may reasonably look forward to other volumes to help to enrich our noble English
literature . GEORGE MARKHAM TWEDDELL . Rose Cottage , Stokesley .
The Dying Child.
THE DYING CHILD .
BY MARY A . BERTRAKD . There is something unnatural in the death of a child . It is like the blight that withers the young buds—the untimel y rains beating doAvn the cornThat
green . the petals of the full-blown flowers should fall , seems onl y to folloAv in the right order of things ; their mission is fulfilled , their odour is gone , the joy of their
existence is past . AVe could not desire to detain them , excepting in the perfumes Ave may have extracted from them , as the essence of the minds of our poets , and artists , and sculptors , is left behind them in their Avorks . The patriarch , " old and full of years" is fit for the sicklelike a
, , field of ripe corn . In another aspect , hoAvever , the death of a child may be regarded as not so very sorrowful a thing ; for as no one will deny that the fate of a rose-bud is much exalted when placed in the bosom of beauty , so , if Ave could
sincerely believe that Providence takes our human blossoms to place them in a region of perfect bliss , we should the less regret their loss . Yet talk as we will upon the abstract question , the strong instincts of our nature will triumph over faith and
philosophy Avhen the time of trial comes ; and Avhen we see a woman so perfectly resigned as to shed no tear over thp coffin of her child , Ave involuntarily shrink from her as an unnatural monster .
An anxious mother , who sits by a little bed , on Avhich her youngest child is lying . The doctor , with his Mud , grave , face , sits on the opposite side , and on him her eyes are fixed . " Your fears are too well founded , " he
said , as he laid the little emaciated hand gently upon the coverlet ; " it Avill be useless for me to call again ; but I -will do so if it -will g ive you any satisfaction . " " Oh , yes ! pray come again , sir , " sobbed the poor woman .
" I warn you that nothing more can be done for him , " said the doctor , " and that I can give you no hope of his recovery . However , I will look in in the morning , or , if you should wish to see rne during the nightsend for meand I Avill come . "
, , " God bless you , sir , " said the Avoinan , rising mechanically to light him down stairs . " No , no ; do not stir , " he said , putting her gently back into her chair , " there is a li ght in the passage . I can find my way doAvn . "
For half the night the wretched mother continued to Avatch by the bedside of her d y ing child ; and though already nearly Avorn out , IIOAV gladly Avould she have hailed the prospect of sitting up Avith him for tAventy nights longer , with the certainty of his being then restored to health and strength !