So left alone, the passions of her mind,
As winds from all the compass shift and blow,
Made war upon each other for an hour,
Till pity won. She sent a herald forth,
And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all
The hard condition; but that she would loose
The people; therefore, as they loved her well,
From then till noon no foot should pace the street,
No eye look down, she passing; but that all
Should keep within, door shut, and window barr'd.
Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there
Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt,
The grim earl's gift; but ever at a breath
She linger'd, looking like a summer moon
Half dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head,
And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee;
Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair
Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid
From pillar unto pillar, until she reached
The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt
In purple blazon'd with armorial gold.

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
The little wide-mouth'd heads upon the spout
Had cunning eyes to see: the barking cur
Made her cheek flame: her palfrey's footfall shot
Light horrors through her pulses: the blind walls
Were full of chinks and holes; and overhead
Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but she
Not less through all bore up, till, last, she saw
The white-flower'd elder-thicket from the field
Gleam through the Gothic archways in the wall.

Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity:
And one low churl, compact of thankless earth,
The fatal by word of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,

Peep'd, but his eyes, before they had their will,
Were shrivell'd into darkness in his head,

And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait
On noble deeds, cancell'd a sense misused;

And she, that knew not, pass'd: and all at once,

With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon
Was clash'd and hammer'd from a hundred towers,

One after one: but even then she gain'd

Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crown'd,
To meet her lord, she took the tax away,
And built herself an everlasting name.

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, 1810

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER is the son of a London surgeon, and was born in that city in 1810. After taking his degree at Oxford, he entered at Lincoln'a Inn, and in due time was called to the bar, but never practised as a barrister.

Mr. Tupper's first publication of any importance was the first series of Preverbial Philosophy, which appeared in 1837; the second series followed in 1842. This work at once excited attention, and, in spite of much severe and hostile criticism, at once became very popular. His next work was Geraldine, a Sequel to Coleridge's Christabel, with other Poems, published in 1838. This was followed, in 1839, by A Modern Pyramid, to commemorate a Septuagint of Worthies,-designed to furnish illustrations and descriptions of character of seventy of the most remarkable personages of sacred and profane history, ancient and modern. In 1840 appeared a pleasant volume of odds and ends, called An Author's Mind. | His next work was a moral novel, published in 1844, entitled The Crock of Gold, -designed to illustrate the Sixth Commandment, as well as to show the curse and hardening effects of avarice. It is a tale beautifully told, and one of great interest and attraction.

The same year (1844) Mr. Tupper published two other works of fiction, in one volume each,-namely, Heart, a Social Novel, and The Twins, a Domestic Novel, -both highly subservient to the cause of sound morals, and depicting virtue and vice in their appropriate colors. His next work, published in 1845, is entitled A Thousand Lines,-a little tract of but sixty pages, containing poems on various subjects, written in a very pleasing manner. His other works areBallads for the Times on White Slavery; Geraldine, and Poems; Three Hundred Sonnets; Esop Smith's Rides and Reveries; Probabilities, an Aid to Faith; Stephen Langton; Lyrics of the Heart and Mind; King Alfred's Poems, translated from the Anglo-Saxon; Paterfamilias' Diary of Everybody's Tour, &c. His latest work is Raleigh: his Life and Death, an Historical Play, 1866.2

Mr. Tupper is most known by his Proverbial Philosophy,--a book replete with much sound practical wisdom, though, it must be confessed, the style of it is in some parts rather inflated. His prose works are also eminently instructive.3

OF COMPENSATION.

Equal is the government of heaven in allotting pleasures among men,
And just the everlasting law that hath wedded happiness to virtue:
For verily on all things else broodeth disappointment with care,
That childish man may be taught the shallowness of earthly enjoyment.
Wherefore, ye that have enough, envy ye the rich man his abundance?
Wherefore, daughters of affluence, covet ye the cottager's content?
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God,
And none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.
The poor man rejoiceth at his toil, and his daily bread is sweet to him:
Content with present good, he looketh not for evil to the future:
The rich man languisheth with sloth, and findeth pleasure in nothing.
He locketh up with care his gold, and feareth the fickleness of fortune.
Can a cup contain within itself the measure of a bucket?

Or the straiten'd appetites of man drink more than their full of luxury?
There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless;
And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yoke-fellow of eminence;
And the rust of the miser's riches wasteth his soul as a canker.

The poor man counteth not the cost at which such wealth hath been purchased;
He would be on the mountain's top without the toil and travail of the climbing.
But equity demandeth recompense; for high-place, calumny and care;
For state, comfortless splendor eating out the heart of home;

For warrior-fame, dangers and death; for a name among the learned, a spirit overstrain'd;

For honor of all kinds, the goad of ambition; on every acquirement, the tax of anxiety.

He that would change with another, must take the cup as it is mix'd:
Poverty, with largeness of heart; or a full purse, with a sordid spirit;
Wisdom, in an ailing body; or a common mind, with health;

Godliness, with man's scorn; or the welcome of the mighty, with guilt;
Beauty, with a fickle heart; or plainness of face, with affection.
For so hath Providence determined, that a man shall not easily discover
Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or abhorrence.

A bold man or a fool must he be who would change his lot with another;
It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly refused it;

For we know the worst of ourselves, but the secrets of another we see not; And better is certain bad, than the doubt and dread of worse.

Just and strong and opportune is the moral rule of God.

Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in the measure of its gifts:
Yet men, scanning the surface, count the wicked happy,

Nor heed the compensating peace which gladdeneth the good in his afflictions:
They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow,

Like wreathed adders crawling round his midnight conscience;

They hear not the terrible suggestions that knock at the portal of his will,
Provoking to wipe away from life the one weak witness of the deed;
They know not the torturing suspicions that sting his panting breast,
When the clear eye of penetration quietly readeth off the truth.
Likewise of the good what know they? the memories bringing pleasure,
Shrined in the heart of the benevolent, and glistening from his eye;
The calm self-justifying reason that establisheth the upright in his purpose;
The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the thoughts of the religious.
Many a beggar at the cross-way, or gray-hair'd shepherd on the plain,
Hath more of the end of all wealth than hundreds who multiply the means.

FORGIVE AND FORGET.

When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall,
Bubble up from the heart to the tongue,
And Meekness is writhing in torment and thrall,
By the hands of Ingratitude wrung,-

In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair,
While the anguish is festering yet,

None, none but an angel or God can declare,
"I now can forgive and forget."

But, if the bad spirit is chased from the heart,
And the lips are in penitence steep'd,
With the wrong so repented the wrath will depart,
Though scorn or injustice were heap'd:

For the best compensation is paid for all ill,
When the cheek with contrition is wet,

And every one feels it is possible still
At once to forgive and forget.

To forget? It is hard for a man with a mind,
However his heart may forgive,

To blot out all insults and evils behind,
And but for the future to live:

Then how shall it be? for at every turn
Recollection the spirit will fret,

And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn,
Though we strive to forgive and forget.

Oh, hearken! my tongue shall the riddle unseal,
And mind shall be partner with heart,
While thee to thyself I bid conscience reveal,
And show thee how evil thou art:
Remember thy follies, thy sins, and-thy crimes,
How vast is that infinite debt!

Yet Mercy hath seven by seventy times
Been swift to forgive and forget!

Brood not on insults or injuries old,
For thou art injurious too,-

Count not their sum till the total is told,
For thou art unkind and untrue:

And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven,

Now mercy with justice is met;

Oh, who would not gladly take lessons of heaven,
Nor learn to forgive and forget?

Yes, yes; let a man, when his enemy weeps,
Be quick to receive him a friend:

For thus on his head in kindness he heaps

Hot coals, to refine and amend;

And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearr.,

As a nurse on her innocent pet,

Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn,
And whisper, Forgive and forget.

ARTHUR HELPS, 1811

ARTHUR HELPS, the essayist and historian, was born about 1811, and graduated at Trinity College, Cambridge, 1835. Shortly after this he obtained a post in the civil service, and soon rose to the office of Secretary to the Privy Council. His leisure time he has devoted to literature, and with such success as to give him a place as an essayist upon the same shelf with Lamb and Hunt, and as an historian equal to that of any of his contemporaries. His first work was Essays written in the Intervals of Business, 1841, which has passed through many editions. This was followed by two dramas,-Catharine Douglass, and King Henry Second, 1843; by Claims of Labor, 1844; by Friends in Council, 1847; by Conquerors of the New World and their Bondsmen, 1848; and by Companions of my Solitude, 1851. In 1855 appeared The Spanish Conquest of America; and in 1859, a second series of Friends in Council, which fully maintains

the character of the first, in its depth and beauty of thought and purity of style. Indeed, few books can be more safely and warmly commended for pleasant and profitable reading than Friends in Council.

CONTENTMENT.

Fit objects to employ the intervals of life are among the greatest aids to contentment that a man can possess. The lives of many persons are an alternation of the one engrossing pursuit, and a sort of listless apathy. They are either grinding or doing nothing. Now, to those who are half their lives fiercely busy, the remaining half is often torpid without quiescence. A man should have some pursuits which may be always in his power, and to which he may turn gladly in his hours of recreation. And if the intellect requires thus to be provided with perpetual objects, what must it be with the affections? Depend upon it, the most fatal idleness is that of the heart; and the man who feels weary of life may be sure he does not love his fellow-creatures as he ought.

OUR PLEASURES.

Let us be hearty in our pleasures as in our work, and not think the gracious Being who has made us so open-hearted to delight looks with dissatisfaction at our enjoyments, as a hard taskmaster might, who in the glee of his slaves could see only a hindrance to their profitable working. And with reference to our individual cultivation, we may remember that we are not here to promote incalculable quantities of law, physic, or manufactured goods, but to become men; not narrow pedants, but wide-seeing, mind-travelled men. * * * Our poor and arid education has often made time hang heavy on our hands, given opportunity for scandal, occasioned domestic dissension, and prevented the just enjoyment we should have had of the gifts of nature. More large and general cultivation of music, the fine arts, of manly and graceful exercises, of various minor branches of science and natural philosophy, will, I am persuaded, enhance greatly the pleasure of society; and mainly in this, that it will fill up that want of something to do besides talking which is so grievously felt at present.

ART OF LIVING WITH OTHERS.

In the first place, if people are to live happily together, they must not fancy, because they are thrown together now, that all their lives have been exactly similar up to the present time, that they started exactly alike, and that they are to be for the future of the same mind. A thorough conviction of the difference of men is the great thing to be assured of in social knowledge: it is