The Express.
London, England, 1858-03-31 00:00:00

LATEST SPORTING INTELLIGENCE

(DT ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH.)
THIESS. MEETING.-THIS DAY.

BOROUGH HANDICAP. Four furlonp one hundred
and thirty•two yards.
Btrathnarer, Church Langton, Gammoner, Peggy Taft,
Silica, Captain Wedderburn,Albs, and Early Bud, ans
here.

MODIFICATION OP PAsFPORT RESTRICTIONS AT
HAVRZ.—We understand from good authority, that in con-
sequence of the painful inconvenience to which British
subjects, arriving almost daily at that port from distant
parts of the world, have been exposed by the impossibility
of their being furnished with purports in foreign countries,
our countrymen will in future be permitted to land at Havre
without passport*, on satisfying the British Consul at that
port of their nationality and respectability.—Riet.
CONFIRMATION AT THE CHARTERHOOSE.—Yester-
day morning the Bishop of London held • confirmation at
the Charterhouse, when a large number of the pupal of that
institution having been presented by Archdeacon Hsi., were
admitted to the imposition of hands. His lordship has
announced his intention of holding a confirmation of Blue-
coat boys on Monday, May 17.
AMONGST THE FIRS.—I turn my horse's head to
the red well of fir stems, and leap over the (arse-grown
bank into my cathedral; (wherein, if there be no saints,
there are Mewls° no priestcraft and no idols)) ; but excites,
vistas of smooth red, green-veined shafts holding up the
warm dark roof, lessening away into endless gloom—paved
with rich brown fir-needle—a carpet at which Nature has
been at work for forty years. Red shafts, green rooc and
hare and there a pane of blue sky- neither Owen Jones nor
Willemeut can improve upon that ecclesiastical ornamenta-
tion—while fur incense I have the fresh healthy turpentine
fragrance, for sweeter to my nostrils than the stifling narco-
tic dour which fill a Roman catholic cathedral. There is
not a breath of air within; but the bruise sighs over the
roof above in a soft whisper. I shut my ayes, and listen.
Barely that is the murmur of the summer ma upon the sum-
mer sends in Devon far away. I bear the innumerable
wavelets spend themselves gently upon the shore, and die
away to rise again. And with the innumerable wave-sighs
come innumerable memories, and Loss which I shall never
see again upon this earth. I will not tall eves you of that,
old friend. It has two notes, two keys rather, that Rolian
harp of fir -needles above my head; wording as the wind is
east or west, the needles dry or wet. This easterly key of
to-day is shriller, more cheerful, warmer in sound, though
the day itself be colder ; but grander Mill, se well as softer.
is the sad soughing key in which the south-east wind new
on, rain-laden, over the forest, and calls me forth—bring a
minute philosopher—to catch trout in theneareatc.halk strewn.
The breeze is gone awhile; and I as in perfect silence, a
silence which may be heard. Not a sound ; and not a mov-
ing object; absolutely none. The Amass of animal life
is solemn, startling. That ring-dove, who was cooing half-
a-mile away, has huh.' his moan
s, that look of long-tailed
titmice, which were twinging pecking about the Ar-
omas a few minutes since, are gone ; sad BOW there in not
even a gnat to quiver in the slant sun-rays. Did a spider
run over those dead leaves, I almost fancy I could beer his
footfall. The creaking of the saddle, the soft footfall of the
mare upon the flr-needies, jar my OM. I seem slots in a
dead world. A dead world • and yet so fa of life, if I had
eyes to me I Above my he'ed every fir-needle is breathing,
breathing, for ever, and currents unnumbered circulate in
every bough, quickened by some undiscovered miracle,
around me every fir-stem is distilling strange juices, which
no laboratory of man can make; and whiffsmy dnU eye
saes ally death, the eye of God sees bowlike Ith and motion,
health and usa.—Presser lferszies for Apt
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woman's memory. No male sr hags resembers Ids re bre
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