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for prosperity and recklessly flinging away But there must have been a firmer hand to conthere is no other word for it—the money
that trol finances than his, or the home would have his drudgery and toil had procured ; the next been lost almost as soon as won. As it was, when day forced to borrow for a dinner, or, as often death came, it found him in the rooms in the as not, go dinnerless altogether. It was from Temple which he had so long inhabited. His no want of literary genius that he suffered staircase was crowded at the time of his last porerty and want. The author of “ The Vicar illness with the poor, the infirm, the needy, and of Wakefield" and “The Deserted Village” was others, to whom, even in his own poverty, he no common writer. The man who could win had never turned a deaf ear. the esteem and the affection of Johnson and Is
mind at ease?" they asked as they Reynolds was no common literary hack ; though bent over him; and there came the sorrowful his improvidence and recklessness forced him to answer—“No, it is not !" Those were his last do hack work for bread.
words. Who can tell whether or not the spirit, “Both Johnson and Goldsmith,” says striving to escape, saw but too clearly, in that Washington Irving, "had struggled from early supreme moment, how, in some respects, life life with poverty, but had struggled in different had been wasted, opportunities had been lost, ways. Goldsmith, buoyant, heedless, sanguine, powers had been misspent ? Who can gauge the tolerant of evils, and easily pleased, had shifted depths of sorrow into which the mind might along by any temporary expedient; cast down sink ere life and toil were done ? at every turn, but rising again with indomitable They told Johnson, and he sank into gloom good humour. Johnson, melancholy and and sorrow, as one who loses a dear and valued hypochondriacal, and prone to apprehend the friend. They told Sir Joshua Reynolds, and worst, yet sternly resolute to battle with and he threw aside his brush : “I can work no more conquer it.
Goldsmith had an unfor- to-day.” Burke, when the news came to him, tunate facility for borrowing, and helping him burst into tears; and a lowlier friend, one Dr. self along by the contributions of his friends, no McDonnell, whom, when a poor student, Golddoubt trusting, in his hopeful way, of one day smith had befriended and employed, tells us that making restitution. Johnson never hoped, and he wept bitterly when the tidings came. “A therefore never borrowed." And thus was it blank," says McDonnell, came over my heart all through life with poor Oliver. Always the as if I had lost one of my nearest relatives." same-kindly, careless, hopeful and yet impro So he passed away, and even the exact spot vident and extravagant, marring his own efforts, where he was laid remains unknown ; but it is staying his own progress, and with perhaps more sufficient to be sure that it was in the Temple sorrow in his heart than those who knew him where he had dwelt so long, where the grey old ever gave him credit for. There are some
church could cast its shadows over his last restsorrowful lines in one of his best-known produc- ing place—where his dust, mingling with that tions that bear out such a view :
of warrior, monk, or haughty baron, might
securely rest. Turn away from the stones. "In all my wanderings round this world of care, Leave them where they lie, too often unknown In all my griefs—and God has given my share
and unnoticed. I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,
Leave the silent dead where Amid these humble bowers to lay me down: To husband out life's taper at the close
Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes—for pride attends us still,
Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at Amid the swains to show my book-learned skill.
rest and for ever ; Around my fire an evening group to draw,
Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are And tell of all I felt and all I saw:
busy ; And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased Pants to the place from which at first she flew,
from their labours ; I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed Here to return—and die at home at laxt."
their journey. One can scarcely help thinking that, had his The men of action-chieftain, soldier, monk means and position permitted, a quiet domestic –have done their work, have passed away, and life would have improved and steadied him. So are forgotten. The poet never dies ! affectionately and kindly a nature as his surely would have been happiest in a pleasant home.
R. STANSBY WILLIAMS.
THE DECOY SHIP
LL the false and deceptive systems
British Channel. It is the first object that of merely human religion have meets his eye, as he returns to his homeward had this one certainty about voyage ;-it is the last which he beholds long them—the certainty of destroying after his native land has sunk behind the
all who embraced them, and of evening wave. perishing at last themselves. New So is it with the unchanging Gospel of Christ.
delusions are constantly rising. Old While other systems rise and change, and pass ones are as constantly passing away. The into nothingness, this Gospel (like its immutable priesthood of error taught one falsity Author) is the same yesterday, to-day, and for
yesterday ; they teach another to-day While other false and flashing lights are to be followed perhaps by a worse one to-morrow. extinguished, this the
“true light, The man who seeks to put his trust in any
of shineth. The Christian goes to his Bible, and these earth-born religions is tortured and finds it always the same.
The life-giving mocked by their uncertainty, their utter want doctrines of the Cross which first brought of anything stable in themselves, or anything peace to his soul are still his solace ; the preto guide and sustain those who embrace them. cepts of the Divine law are still his delight.
Like the treacherous signal-boats that are They have never lost their ability to guide him, sometimes stationed by the wreckers off an their
power to console him. iron - bound coast, these shifting systems are He has seen the hope of the hypocrite perish continually changing their places. Like them, like the spider's web; he has seen the man they attract only to bewilder, and allure only to who trusted in some infidel error sinking under destroy. The unwary mariner follows them the agonies of remorse ; he has seen with a trembling uncertainty, and only finds delusive system fail after another, but the out where he is when he feels his ill - fated Gospel of his Master yet abideth, the “wisdom vessel crashing into a thousand fragments on of God and the power of God unto salvation." the beach. But how different from these His own riches may have taken to themselves floating and delusive systems is that unchanging wings and flown away, but nothing can rob him Gospel of Christ which stands forth like the of that priceless treasure, his Gospel-hope. towering light - house of Eddystone, with its The friends of his early years have gone beacon-blaze streaming far out over the mid- down, one by one, “to darkness and the worm;' night sea! The angry waves, through many a but that Almighty Friend whom the Gospel long year, have rolled in, thundering against its reveals yet remaineth “closer than a brother.” base. The winds of heaven have warred Upon this Gospel his fathers rested their fiercely around its pinnacle ; the rains have hopes and pillowed their dying heads. Upon dashed against its gleaming lantern ! But this he himself means to rest when his heart there it stands. It moves not. It trembles and flesh fail him ; and he trusts that it shall not ; for it is “ founded on a rock." Year be the precious heritage of his descendants, after year, the storm-stricken mariner looks out long after his own corruptible body shall have for its starlike light, as he sweeps in through the mouldered into dust.—T. L. Cuyler.
WORLD OF Books.
BY A BOOKWORM.
Mackay, a Canadian minister, is told in eight
chapters, in which the well-worn but ever-new F making many books there is no episode of the great captain's leprosy and cure
end. If Solomon the wise could is told in a very fresh, graphic and instructive So write when the world was fashion, and should be largely read. Herein is young, in what terms can one Love, by H. D. Brown; clearly and simply
fitly speak of the book manufac written. Its theme is Divine love, which is ture, which proceeds at such a reverently and impressively discoursed upon in
prodigious rate to-day. Dominie a way calculated to uplift the thought and Sampson's adjective does not seem to be touch the heart. Origin and History of the expressive enough; though if this “Book New Testament, by James Martin, B.A., with
worm" had that dear old character's Preface and Critical Notes, by Rev. David facile expression to bear it company it would stand Brown, D.D. The work of a painstaking and for something considerable. “ 'I'hick as leaves thoroughly capable scholar. It is thoroughly in Vallambrosa," is a well-worn comparison, and interesting, and contains in small compass a as the number of printed leaves is beginning to clear, full record of the history of the Book. outstrip in number the leafy treasures of any Faithful to the End; or, the Story of Emile forest, classic or otherwise, it is beginning to Cook's Life: a heart-stirring memoir of lack strength as an illustration. The rush of noble and holy evangelist. Charles J. Finney, books which has set in from Paternoster Row an Autobiography. The zeal and ability of and otherwhere is so great and so rapid that the this vigorous minister and intelligent theologian reviewer needs a pair of seven-leagued boots have long been known and acknowledged in and a magic pen to keep pace with it. A two continents. His life-story is calculated to bookworm, however, has such quiet, give nerve and stimulus to all who are engaged persevering, industrious, and incisive fashion in evangelic work, and will be read with great of getting through his work (and other interest by all who have been familiar with his people's) that he quickly gets a taste of the long, useful career. G. F. Pentecost, D.D., quality of the books which he operates among,
Biographical Sketch, with Bible Readings. and may to that extent be trusted as a guide to The life and labours of Dr. Pentecost are opinion.
One thing the reader may be assured arousing considerable interest in America ; and of—the “ Bookworm” will honestly taste what there is no question that his methods of prehe talks of, and will honestly talk of what he senting evangelic truth are eminently fitted to tastes. It is not likely that books that are succeed. The Bible readings are really good, either insipid, unpleasant, or deleterious, will and have a freshness about them which is in find much mention here, and simply for this itself refreshing ; notably his wise talk on reason ; that “Bookworm" has too much respect Worldly Amusements. The Innocents, a Poem for his palate to concern himself much with in Three Books, by Samuel Wray, will have them, and that time and space are too limited special value, as it has a special mission to to admit of the introduction of such works as parents, and those who are engaged in the have neither the properties of food nor a pure training of the young for Christ. A better and pleasant flavour to recommend them. book for a present to bereaved parents, it
would be difficult to find. From end to end it As usual, the enterprising firm of Hodder breathes for them solace and comfort and hope. and Stoughton is amongst the foremost and It is characterised by true poetic force ; most successful caterers for the literary public. witness the following lines :In an admirable biographical series of Men Worth Remembering," Andrew Fuller, written
“She passed away.
She did not lose
The life her Maker gave. by his son, takes a worthy place. As one of
She shakes not in the chilly dews, the founders, if not the actual founder, of the
That settle on her grave. Baptist Missionary Society, Andrew Fuller will more and more be remembered among the roll
She sleeps not on the windy knoll,
Where love has made her bed. of the good and great as one whose indomitable
She recks not of the storms that roll. energy, indefatigable industry, and high capa
And riot o'er her head. bilities were devoted to pure philanthropy and the extension of the kingdom of the Messiah.
She is not lost. She does not lie
Beneath the light of day. This cheap and handy volume is eminently
She is not dead. She could not die. readable. The Story of Naaman, by A. B.
She only passed away.”
The Pioneer Boy, and How He Became here a series of racy, warm-hearted, and useful President, by W. M. Thayer. This charming lectures on subjects from these three minor life of America's martyred patriot, Abraham prophets. It is a capital book. Lincoln, from the deft and skilful pen of the author of From the Log Cabin to the White From Elliot Stock comes The Vision of House, is a noble book for young people. Patmos, by Rev. W. R. Stephens, M.A. We The life of James A. Garfield, under the above are told that the profits of this book are to be title, is now published in a cheap shilling devoted to a fund for building a new English edition. God's Light in Dark Clouds, is by church at Brussels. It is to be hoped, therefore, Dr. T. L. Cuyler, of Brooklyn. It is only that these earnest pages will find many readers ; necessary to say
that Dr. Cuyler's pre-eminently also Comfort, a Book for the Cottage, which attractive pen is here as evident as ever. is little and good, and calculated to do good.
We wish it may be sown broadcast among those Messrs. Hodder and Stoughton, too, are for whom its pages are mainly intended. always to be trusted in the matter of fiction. If that kind of literature bears the name of My Neighbour's Windows, by Emilie this firm, it may be taken for granted that the Searchfield, F. E. Longley, 39, Warwick Lane, young folks will not only be none the worse for is a collection of short stories, told with a good it, which is saying much, but better, which is purpose, and told very well. From Houlston saying more. Of this class are Friar Hilde and Son we have a new edition of Enquire brand's Cross; or, the Monk of Tavistock Within upon Everything. It is a marvel of Abbey, by M. A. Paull ; James Braithwaite, cheapness, of usefulness, and of comprehensivethe Supercargo, by the late lamented Mr. ness. Nearly 900,000 copies have been sold, Kingston ; Nettie and Kate; or, the Onward and it would not be surprising if the sales Heights of Life; Yensie Walton, by S. R. reached 900,000 more. Graham Clarke ; and Links in Rebecca's Life, by Pansy. Each of these is beautifully, even Mistaken Signs is the title of an unusually handsomely, got up; and having passed each clever and useful little book, by the Rev. W. L. of them through that strait critical sieve—the Watkinson. Its contents comprise a series of judgment of readers in their teens,—it must be thoughtful and practical papers on Christian added that they are interesting, some of them life and experience ; and the various topics are notably so, and highly instructive, too.
treated in a vigorous and manly fashion.
Crisp, nuggetty sentences are strewed along its From James Nisbet and Co. we have received pages in pleasant plentifulness, and the tone A Noble Vine; or, Practical Thoughts on and tenor of the whole book is excellent. Our Lord's Last Parable, by J. Jackson Space will not admit of lengthy quotation, but Wray. In this small volume the author has a few very short ones will give the reader a sought to extract life-lessons for Christian taste of its quality. Speaking of “vapour" as faith and conduct from the “Parable of the an emblem of life, the author says, Vine." The Vine, the Branches, the Fruit, the “ If our life is to be beautiful and blessed, Husbandman, are the principal divisions. we must place it on a right basis. Look at the Each of these is dealt with in a short chapter. vapour, when it trails along the earth—cold, Under “The Husbandman,” for instance, we ashen, bewildering, unwholesome, choking, have Property, Culture, Training, Pruning, deadly! But see the same vapour drawn up Protection, Results. It will scarcely do, in into heaven, see it glowing with the coloured these pages, to pass any encomium upon it, brightness of gold and beryl, topaz, chrysolite, seeing the relation of the author to GOLDEN and sapphire, and you might think'it the holy HOURS. But the opinion of the Christian city that John saw, having the glory of God, World may be quoted:
quoted: “Brief chapters, and whose light was like a jasper stone, clear lighted with poetry, which many hearts will as crystal. Human life is nothing until you find very helpful. We hope it may not be lift it into the sky. Our great fault is that we forgotten during the season of Christmas and live too near the ground, and therefore is our New Year's presents.
The same firm have now life full of perplexity and sadness. Let us republished Chronicles of Capstan Cabin, by mount nearer heaven, and the rich and strange the same author. It contains nearly eighty shall become familiar ; our soul shall be pure, stories for young folks, in prose and verse.
our path luminous, our hope sublime, our joy is lavishly illustrated, and of it the Christian full. Here is a lesson on Caution says, “ It is a perfect store of instructive and “Narrow escapes gender presumption in entertaining reading." From these publishers foolish man, but the wise are admonished. It we have also, With the Prophets Joel, Amos, is silly to imagine we bear a charmed life. and Jonah, by A. C. Thiselton. We have Our presumption has not rarely been the
occasion of our danger. Naturalists tell us that “Cædmon's Vision,” which gives the title to the amongst birds and butterflies the swiftest, book, exhibits the true poetic afflatus, though, strongest flyers approach man much nearer than to our thinking, it is surpassed by some of the those with weaker wings, feeling confident that minor poems, notably that entitled “ A Sleeping they can dart away from any threatened danger, Poet,” and “A Birmingham Hero." One and this misplaced confidence brings them into short extract from this attractive volume must the net of the collector. How often have we suffice:-. indulged a confidence similarly inspired and misplaced, being betrayed into the very shadow
VOICELESS PRAYER. of doom."
Times there are with us, when we cannot word In a masterly paper on “ The Wealth of The prayers which mount from the perturbed heart Life," we come upon the following :
Up to God's throne. Are, then, such prayers unheard?
We are like Hannah when her lips were stirred, “ Annually, when the ice breaks up in Russia,
The while no sound escaped. The inward smart the Czar goes in state to drink of the River Was witnessed in their tremor. Yet, white-stoled, Neva, and having drunk, it was long the Her heart's desire stood after in the fane, custom for the Czar to return the cup to his
Which was the world's sure wonder. Awed, yet bold,
Let us bow silent heads, nor think that vain, attendants full of gold; but year by year E'en though the agony remain untold. it became so much larger that at length a God needeth not for praise cathedral strain ; stipulated sum was paid instead of the old Nor reckoneth He our thanks by gifts of gold. largesse. But however large the vessel we
The songless bird, if loving, God doth love
Not more His lark's loud-singing than His dove. bring to God, and however much it increases in capacity with the discipline of years, God shall make it to overflow with that peace and A POCKET EDITION of the PARALLEL NEW love, and love and joy, which is better than TESTAMENT has just been published by the rubies and much fine gold.” Mistaken Signs Oxford University Press, at ls. 6d. It gives is published by T. Woolmer, 66, Paternoster Row. the Revised and Authorised Versions side by
side, and few things are more interesting than From Kegan Paul, Trench and Co., No. to follow down the column, and to see at a 1, Paternoster Square, comes Cædmon's Vision, glance where the wise men of to-day have and other Poems, by Sarson J. Ingham. improved upon the translation of two hundred This writer, whose superior talent is familiar years ago. An edition of the OXFORD BIBLE to the readers of GOLDEN HOURS, and who has FOR TEACHERS has now been prepared with the made a name for herself in the walks of two Versions arranged in this manner, and it literature, shows her customary cunning in this forms the most complete repository for the choice selection of poems from her own pen. teacher that can be imagined.
INTELLIGENCE IN ANIMALS. About twelve THE THICKNESS OF A Hair.—The microscope years since, when I was living at Richmond, I had shows the variation in the thickness of human a fine black retriever. She was an exceedingly hair from the 1-250th to the 1-600th part of an docile, tractable animal with people, but always inch ; but, notwithstanding such fineness, it is a shunned animals, even those of her own species. massive cable in comparison with some other One day, walking with her through the streets of fibres. Thus the thread of the silkworm is many the town, she was persecuted by a large, coarse, times finer, being from the 1-1700th to the ill-bred, bull-dog ; she snapped at him several 1-2000th of an inch. This, however, is nothing times. Presently I turned down to the water-side; to the slenderness of the spider's thread, which to my surprise, here she began playing with the has been found in some instances to be no more dog, and soon after she gambolled about in shallow than 1-30,000th of an inch in diameter. The water with him, occasionally swimming. All at fibres yielded by the vegetable kingdom are also once he got out of his depth, and, to my astonish of astonishing minuteness. Thus every fibre of ment and dismay, she got him by the nape of the flax is found to be composed of a bundle of other neck and kept his head under water. I shouted fibrils which are about 1-2500th of an inch in " Down, Prin, down!” but of this she took no diameter. Similar fibres obtained from the pinenotice, until she had almost suffocated him ; then apple plant have been ascertained to be no more than she let him go, and he dragged himself out of the 1-5000th or even 1-7000th of an inch in diameter. water, and slunk away with his tail between his A Milliox YEARS.-Here is one way of conlegs, and went his way, a sadder, and I hope a veying to the mind some idea of what a million of wiser dog.–J. Browning.
years really is. Take a narrow strip of paper, an