and also in the world that lay beyond the stone hut she knew nothing of frowns and denials. Notwithstanding the difficulty of carrying her and his yarn or linen at the same time, Silas took her with him in most of his journeys to the farm-houses, unwilling to leave her behind at Dolly Winthrop's, who was always ready to take care of her; and little curly-headed Eppie, the weaver's child, became an object of interest at several outlying homesteads, as well as in the village. Hitherto he had been treated very much as if he had been a useful gnome or brownie-a queer and unaccountable creature, who must necessarily be looked at with wondering curiosity and repulsion, and with whom one would be glad to make all greetings and bargains as brief as possible, but who must be dealt with in a propitiatory way, and occasionally have a present of pork or garden-stuff to carry home with him, seeing that without him there was no getting the yarn woven. But now Silas met with open smiling faces and cheerful questioning, as a person whose satisfactions and difficulties could be understood. Everywhere he must sit a little and talk about the child, and words of interest were always ready for him: "Ah, Master Marner, you'll be lucky if she takes the measles soon and easy!"-or, "Why, there isn't many lone men 'ud ha' been wishing to take up with a little un like that: but I reckon the weaving makes you handier than men as do out-door work-you're partly as handy as a woman, for weaving comes next to spinning." Elderly masters and mistresses, seated observantly in large kitchen arm-chairs, shook their heads over the difficulties attendant on rearing children, felt Eppie's round arms and legs, and pronounced them remarkably firm, and told Silas that, if she turned out well (which, however, there was no telling), it would be a fine thing for him to have a steady lass to do for him when he got helpless. Servant-maidens were fond of carrying her out to look at the hens and chickens, or to see if any cherries could be shaken down in the orchard; and the small boys and girls ap. proached her slowly, with cautious movement and steady gaze, like little dogs face to face with one of their own kind, till attraction had reached the point at which the soft lips were put out for a kiss. No child was afraid of approaching Silas when Eppie was near him: there was no repulsion around him now, either for young or old; for the little child had come to link him once more with the whole world. There was love between him and the child that blent them into one, and there was love be | tween the child and the world—from men and women with parental looks and tones, to the red lady-birds and the round pebbles. Silas began now to think of Raveloe life entirely in relation to Eppie: she must have everything that was a good in Raveloe; and he listened docilely, that he might come to understand better what this life was, from which, for fifteen years, he had stood aloof as from a strange thing, wherewith he could have no communion: as some man who has a precious plant to which he would give a nurturing home in a new soil, thinks of the rain, and the sunshine, and all influences, in relation to his nursling, and asks industriously for all knowledge that will help him to satisfy the wants of the searching roots, or to guard leaf and bud from invading harm. The disposition to hoard had been utterly crushed at the very first by the loss of his long-stored gold: the coins he earned afterwards seemed as irrelevant as stones brought to complete a house suddenly buried by an earthquake; the sense of bereavement was too heavy upon him for the old thrill of satisfaction to arise again at the touch of the newly-earned coin. And now something had come to replace his hoard which gave a growing purpose to the earnings, drawing his hope and joy continually onward beyond the money. In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no whitewinged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's. VERSES.1 Unthinking, idle, wild and young, I laugh'd, and talk'd, and danced, and sung: 1 These sweet and simple lines are said to have been written by the Princess Amelia, daughter of George III. PARADISE AND THE PERL PARADISE AND THE PERI. [Thomas Moore, born in Dublin, 28th May, 1779, died 25th February, 1852. As a song-writer, Christopher North esteemed him as the best "that ever warbled, or chanted, or sung." But he also distinguished himself as a miscellaneous writer and as a biographer. He was a great favourite in private and public life, yet he was as severely condemned by many critics as any author who ever wrote. Lalla Rookh is his most important work, and it is regarded as one of the most perfect series of pictures of eastern life, manners, and scenery, although the poet obtained all his knowledge of the East from the study of books of travel. One critic declared that reading Lalla Rookh was "as good as riding on the back of a camel." D. M. Moir in his Sketches of Poetical Literature says of it: "Its great charm consists in the romance of its situations and characters, the splendour of its diction and style, and the prodigal copiousness of its imagery." The following is one of the four poems of which Lalla Rookh is composed.] One morn a PERI at the gate Of life within, like music flowing, "How happy," exclaim'd this child of air, "Are the holy spirits that wander there, 'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of heaven outblows them all! "Though sunny the lake of cool CASHMERE, With its plane-tree isle reflected clear," And sweetly the founts of that valley fall; Though bright are the waters of SING-SU-HAY, And the golden floods that thitherward stray,3 Yet-oh 'tis only the bless'd can say How the waters of Heaven outshine them all! 1 Mr. Murray paid three thousand guineas for Lalla Rookh, and it is to the credit of the poet that he sent two-thirds of that sum to his parents. As another instance of the high prices Moore received for his work, it is mentioned that he received altogether for his Irish melodies £15,000—which is computed to be at the rate of six pounds per line! 2 Numerous small islands emerge from the Lake of Cashmere. One is called Char Chenaur, from the planetrees upon it.-Forster. 3"The Altan Kol or Golden River of Tibet, which runs into the Lakes of Sing-eu-Hay, has abundance of gold in its sands, which employs the inhabitants all the summer in gathering it."—Description of Tibet in Pinkerton. "Go wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless yearsOne minute of Heaven is worth them all!” The glorious angel, who was keeping From Eden's fountain when it lies "Nymph of a fair, but erring line!" Gently he said-"One hope is thine. "Tis written in the book of fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The gift that is most dear to Heaven! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin;"Tis sweet to let the pardon'd in!" Rapidly as comets run To the embraces of the sun;-- And lighted earthward by a glance But whither shall the spirit go 7 "The Brahmins of this province insist that the blus Campac flowers only in Paradise."-Sir W. Jones. 5"The Mahometans suppose that falling-stars are the firebrands wherewith the good angels drive away the bad, when they approach too near the empyreum or verge of the heavens."-Fryer. 6 The Forty Pillars; so the Persians call the ruins of Persepolis. It is imagined by them that this palace and the edifices at Balbec were built by Genii, for the purpose of hiding in their subterraneous caverns immense treasures which still remain there.-D'Herbelot, Volney. 7 The Isles of Panchaia. "The cup of Jamshid, discovered, they say, when digging for the foundations of Persepolis."-Richardson. 8 PARADISE AND THE PERI. With life's elixir sparkling high- While thus she mused, her pinions fann'd But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood-the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from the innocent flowers! Land of the sun! what foot invades Thy pagods and thy pillar'd shades, Thy cavern shrines and idol stones, Thy monarchs and their thousand thrones? "Tis he of GAZNA,1-fierce in wrath He comes, and India's diadems Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path. His blood-hounds he adorns with gems, Torn from the violated necks Of many a young and loved Sultana;2Maidens within their pure Zenana, Priests in the very fane he slaughters, And chokes up with the glittering wrecks Of golden shrines the sacred waters! Downward the PERI turns her gaze; Alone, beside his native river,- And the last arrow in his quiver. All crimson with his country's blood, False flew the shaft, though pointed well; 1 Mahmood of Gazna or Ghizni, who conquered India in the beginning of the 11th century.-Malcolm. 2"It is reported that the hunting equipage of the Sultan Mahmoud was so magnificent, that he kept 400 gray-hounds and blood-hounds, each of which wore a collar set with jewels, and a covering edged with gold and pearls."-Universal History, vol. iii. Yet mark'd the PERI where he lay; And when the rush of war was past, Swiftly descending on a ray Of morning light, she caught the lastLast glorious drop his heart had shed, Before its free-born spirit fled! "Be this," she cried, as she winged her flight "My welcome gift at the gates of light; It would not stain the purest rill From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!" "Sweet," said the angel, as she gave Her first fond hope of Eden blighted, Now among AFRIC's lunar mountains,3 Deep in those solitary woods Who could have thought that saw this night, 3 "The Mountains of the Moon, or the Montes Lune of antiquity, at the foot of which the Nile is supposed to arise."-Bruce. "The orchards of Rosetta are filled with turtledoves."-Sonnini. 5 Savary mentions the pelicans upon lake Moris. PARADISE AND THE PERI Those virgin. Eles the right Bushing their beauties in the lake Amid whose farry Joneliness Nought seem but when the shadows fitting, Upon a column motionless, And glittering like an adol bird!—— Who could have thought that there, even there, The sun went down on many a brow, And ne'er will feel that sun again! Amid the darkness of the streets! "Poor race of men!" said the pitying spirit, One who in life where'er be moved, Deserted youth one thought alone Shed joy around his soul in death- But see,-who yonder comes by stealth, Than live to gain the world beside!— His livid cheek to hers she presses, An hour would come, when he should shrink But the trail of the serpent is over them all!", With horror from that dear embrace, She wept-the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran, For there's a magic in each tear Such kindly spirits weep for man! Had thither stolen to die alone 1 Sonnini describes this beautiful bird. *This circumstance has been introduced into poetry: -by Vincentius Fabricius, by Darwin, and lately, with very powerful effect, by Mr. Wilson. Those gentle arms that were to him Of Eden's infant cherubim! And now he yields-now turns away, "O let me only breathe the air, The blessed air that's breathed by thee, Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me! To give thy brow one minute's calm: |