The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1867-11-05 00:00:00

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rraa THE RIAINIC AT THE &mom —There are
only three bathing machines left on the shore ; the re-
mainder have been drawn away across the ehjegly
gravel paths and along the deserted streets by the stock.
logic.., shori-ironwred boy. on his rawboned and rope-
harnessed horse, to be stowed away for the winter in
myaterious ambles, backyards, and carpenters' out-
houses in the rear of the town. Two forlorn bathing-
...omen sit, spider-like, hopelessly looking for a venture-
some damsel sufficiently robust to face the bracing
'rind, and encounter the thumping Mali humping of the
somewhat dangerous lweakers that now come con-
tinuously tumbling on the sand there is great ex-
citement if one really does make her appearance, and
the machine is lowered just far enough to wet the
bottom step, runidat great expectation from • very small
audience that has congregated on that part of the b
which but • week or two a/0 was as thickly throligt
with lounrers as the Lady's Mile in the height of the
season --_-_Thisfey's Ifapavile.

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THIS Nr w Commitvartan. If Mr. Disraeli out afford
to look rather to those whom he desires to win than to
those whose support he carries in his pocket; if the
adhesion of the new electors is to be secured, not so
much to the measures anti principles hitherto considered
ronservative, as to the men whom conservatives put to
the front, he will have boldly told his friends that they
had so far only seen the beginning of his concessions,
and that the abolition of flogging in the army, the sur-
render of the system of purchasing commissions, the
modifications of the game laws, the final abandonment
of the Parks Bill, the extension of the system of the
Factory Acts to agricultural labour, the support of Mr.
Locke King's Intestacy Bill, and of the Bill for legalising
marriages with • deceased wife s sister, will henoefortfi
be considered part and parcel of the true Tory creed.
If, at the mane time, he should have stated that Govern-
no nt action would henceforth he more vigorous, and
that the s) stem of "leases faire" and the doctrine, of
otrict political economy would not be allowed to hamper
his policy too much, we think he will have led the
ground for • very formidable alliance between the new
electors and—himself. If Mr. Disraeli chooses to oat
the Molt of that allisnce, bared on such a prcwriunme,
the conservative party, be ml have been right in sup-
posing that the Reform Bill would secure ascendency
to the conservative cause; but if words and names are
still to retain their meaning, far from believing in the
possibility of such an event, we most confess that the
examination of the various questions in which the new
voters are likely to take an Interest appears to us to
lead to the very insargit cosiclarion.-Balat Porta,
edited by Anthony hollow.

Noma awn NOVELL—Had I • daughter, I had
rather she read Ale. Micistopman Rosy than the
Dams-wed. Hut the whole question of lea joints sena
may be summed up in one dictum—that novels are
erntten for grown maple and not for babes end
sucklings If they get surreptitiously what is meant for
their elders, let domestic authority look to it.
Domestic authority is not yet dead, I hope. That
phantom daughter of mine would not be suffered by
her papa to study the alsboniseiy-ebinwed
tormical &dimes of Bouchartion and Sue sine and Dr.
Fan, the Proportions of Albert Darer, or the C4llOlll
Plesebrus of Jean Conlin, which he possewes. I
alionl.l warn her off the police reports I should gently
wean her ftom a good many advertisements in the daily
Parer, I should tell her that Volt.ire's novels were
dull and stupid, that John Dryden', dramas were ve• y
dry. that Parent Duchatlet was quite unreadable, that
Cervantes was, though admirable, somewhat too philoso-
phical for her yet awile, and that Robinson Crime was
better reading for • girl than Oil Mai. If sheasked me
who CIWISOVS was, I should answer Jesuitically, that
he was • dreary old metaphy-ician ; and if she wanted
to read Ilabilsas, I should declare that his French was
too quaint and crabbed for her comprehension. When
she came to be one-and-twenty, or got married, I should
no more think of dictating to her as to what kind of
books she should read, than as to what kind of stay, she
should wear—if she 110111 any at all. Cain wait son
elf But, most assuredly, during her nonage. I
should, with equal anxiety keep her from Don Jam
and the Passionate Pdgriet. For all that, I should not
make an este daft of my books, or discontinue my
orders to the newsvendor round the corner, There are
hooks for children, and books for grown people. There
are books for all ages and both sexes, like Robinson
errant just mentioned, and the Pion. of Wakefield,
but we grown up folks should get into an effete and
peppy state, intellectually, if we read nothing but about
Man Friday and Mows going to the fair. For all the
dm I o estic ndex Expurgatona— and long may it
flourish "—there will come • time when our children
will know quite a• much as we do, and more do, and
more too: and when they mill read all our novels, and,
it may be. write novels themselves. I have no fear,
b•cause this is the case, for the stability of British virtu*,
or for the future of the British home. Our daughters
will. I have no doubt, grow up to be wives and mothers
quite as admirable as their grandmothers were before
them. But meanwhile, we men and women who live
in the world, and have, many of us, lived pretty hard
lives too want novels about That which Is, and not
That which never Was and never Will be. We don't
want pap, or spoon.meat, or milk-and-water, or curds'
oil-whey, or Robb's buiscuits, or boiled whiting, or
cold boiled veal without salt. We want meat: and
this is • strong age, and we can digest Belgravia.
Porn o ma Qegrridon.---In the interior of the
Pavilion there were two rooms ; one rather large, the
other a mere dark closet, at theback without • window.
When the pair had entered and closed the glue door,
the young "an threw off his hat, and raised Vbvette's
hand to his lips, kissed it silently, and with • sort of
grave rapture. She laid her prayer-book down. What
a handsome lair they were. She all gram, and soft-
nem, and tenderness, and humility' and be all fire and
energy, and made a• it seems to ji.ztect her. Vevette
was the first to goal: He ap to have forgotten
why they were there. "It•ou.L 'said she, "why have you
forced me to come here? What have you to say to
me !" Holding her hand, which he took from his lips,
in one of his, he, with the other arm, encircled her
waist, and pressed her to him fondly. Her head
just reached his chin, and as he bent down towards
her, he could not choose but kiss her beautiful fair
hair; but he did co reverently. 'Don't tremble so
my own," mannered he, almost inaudibly, —for she
quivered like a leaf. "You do not, you cannot fear
me," and he drew her still cheer to him. Vlivette
was all, and then mail all one blush. and panting with
terror and emotion. 'What will become of us! she
cried; and with a sudden, childlike impulse, she hid
her face in her lover's shoulder, and burst into tears.
Gently as a mother stile her babe did Raoul strive to
cam and pacify Vivette. "My veryown," mid he,
when the first paroxysm was over, "if you will follow
my counsels, and if you can rely upon yourself all will
come right. Only answer me two questions,do you love
me, Vevette r and a,he uttered the ws he looked
at her with his whole goal in his eyes. She gave no
reply in words, but as her eyes sank before his, she
again hid her face on Ms breast, and a tremors, a
kind of electric vibration, paned over her frame,
Saint Pools, edited by Andiony TroUope.