The Express.
London, England, 1859-08-30 00:00:00

LONDON, TUESDAY EVENING, AUGUST 30,1 1060.

LITBRATUBA

file Rose and the Loin • : or, Home in England,
and Home in Litho. By the Win or A BMW.
CIVILIAN. Bell and Damp
Of a bete written as this book hoe hese, " tor the
mansemeet et a eagle of frieode," and on the plea ere
Musa headed an feet, it is high pain is any lige
its interest b fully up to any nameable domed an
the part of the general reader. The story, se ladi.
sated by the sub-tale, is divided into two part; and
the contrast implied ia thls division is quails:l4f
electively sustained. The keetisa barn in
wed hien& at a very early age to Ingiandois mama
and edesated under the charge of a kind wade and
sent. She is in all respects treated like one et their
ewe children of whom there are ferw—mea hays
mad two girls'. As the story is told by ber,.ead is
senteesedly ip some measure a real antobiogrephyore
will quote a passage that occurs near the begianing.
and is very much to the purpose. It 1111 early
Woos in mahorship. The young lady, being ia bee
sixteenth year, naturally makes up her mind that
she meet write something. The time chosen for the
list attempt is a rainy day, in the Midsummer
halidasead The preparation is very &greatening :
peekba. sad asear,aed retired to • gait loons
bet bowleg yawl voymil NO, • proper pito& al
• faveorlme vooy itseholy alrr.c4"l
lortairwels• Mod Illy lieseht• yin otallarrow
nohow; WI IA lea I shole am Wand tom the tingle/
=I. emin bow Dm it should Mesh al teem
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“-Whia ars yea doing, Aim.? Wittintr. I &okra
Who's your &Wad? Bb. must MOMS yoa for • minute,
beau* I want you to dad that bock I lent yoo last night.
Bello I ertist noniron is this He was looking over my
aboaldas by this time, sad I, with orfnesen Imes, was vainly
sadosd. voartng to cover ths **sly-written sheet with my
Ma

?tab 1 Charles, how osa you ? What right have you to
popover my shoulder in that way? It is too bad. You
Mil to take a pleasure in teasing me. If you bad asked me
featly and kindly for your book, it would have been pro-
voking enough to be disturbed; bat 1 cannot suffer this
latorterenos "
I was trembling with mollimmait and vexation, when Ar-
thur, hearing the loud tows of my voice, came in, quietly
oohing, " What is the meager
" The mature is," saki Charles, " that I came in here to
ask tee a book whisk I hod hat to Agar, and Bad her oh-
embed in panniaastilp. I scald me It was no letter by the
ifs* of the sheet; so I voneared to look over my Ladyship's
shoulder, and you see what a storm I have raised. Bits is
writing • book to took no all how to keep our tempers. Wall,
I leave her to you."
With these words he left the room, to my Berm valet
"Is Its not aggtoveglag Arthur r I know you wool
laugh at me. soI don't miad your teeing what I was writiag.
I as tell you how Interested I was, \arias just strived at the
noodle de deadeye—the Iry doctoring his love. And now I
must leave him on his Mem, until I lad time and inclina-
tion to go on with my story."
Arthur looked amused. Ths dear smile was on his face,
and I was getting calm.
" Well, if your hero has been foolish enough to go down
ma his knees, I have no pity for him . and were I the lady I
should give a decided ' No, I thank you.' But, Aguas,
what mode you think of writing It is • funny fumy to
Wm you so soddenly, and unless you ars writing to some
c=and with a good motive, I confess I think it is waste
to oil bees covering sheet after sheet. No, don't
think me itakisd ; I have no doubt you bare the power sad
the &that, but do you not think it would be wiser to consider
the matter a little? Yon have not the experience or 'mow-
ledge of character vet which ia required for an authoress."
" Oh, Arthur' I did not think you would discourage me.
It is and hos been the longing wish of my heart to writs
somothhig worth reading, and lam sore, if I try, I shall
sourced."

" Aid so sat I ; but, Vrspost, you must try in tits right
way tad with • good moths. Ido aot doubt your capacity,
but I Warne your 'Who& Huss mot read what )oti bars
wrings ; bat tell as, bays you over ssma any one like your
hero or your losmiso
" No; bet I have redo[ Users."

" net won't do. Unless you have your characters from
real life--I will not say every part of every character, but the
outlinee—ead 1111 the.. up oonsisiesily, you masa draw a
natural person. There is a profusion of washy abiliing no-
vels written now-a-days ; they find ream, which is fur-
=taszeigit, hut it le sad to think bow many presicoms
bees waved over them. People think themselves
entitled to waste their time in a rails.), carriage, but what a
pity it le that it should be squasiderod on such rubbish. Now
can anything be more exacgsrated, sentimental, ludicrous,
quo the characters is those novels ? Take my advice. and
until you know wore of the world, practise yourself in essays
and shorter fragments; study your language think over
your subjects, and then—whea your style le 'furmed—yon
may begin to try something more difflcult."

_ .
This boyish advice, not more sensible than we have
known boys capable of giving, is met by one or two
protests allowable under the circumstances, but is on
the whole received by the incipient authoress in au
excellent spirit. Some time ago-2,000 years and •
trifle of odd centuries—it was questioned, on high
philosophic grounds, whether the invention of letters
had done most good or evil. That Plato was reason-
ing entirely well when he reasoned that reading and
writing were in his day rather a bore than other-
wise, forasmuch ea that they made people lees
thoughtful and seltreliant than they would be with-
out those effeminate aids to knowledge, we are not so
courageously paradoxical as to assert. Bat if read-
lug and wilting ware to be judged at the present
time by the vast majority of readers and writers, we
a w afraid to imagine how near we might be to the
extreme necessity of agreeing with Plato. The
young gentleman who " whistled as he went for want
thought," and whose happy constitution of mind
suggested to our modern Aristophanee, Mr. Planclie,
the following reflective conplet—
If all were to whistle who think they think,
What a haring tiara would be in printer's fa—
wns a type of • nearly extinct race of mortals. The
number of those who now scribble for want of
thought completely swamps the primitive little sect
of whistlers.

Experience comes in the counts of years to our
heroine, and with it comes development of that in-
tellectual capacity which had been reoognised by her
cousin Arthur. The scenes and characters incidental
to her history are sketched with unmistakeable
truth. Religious feeling and a simple tune of
morality, nowhere obtruded in a dogmatic spirit,
perm!, the book, and admirably fit it for
reception in the home circle. As may be supposed,
the -Indian portion is the most characterised by
variety and a dash of romantic adventure. The de-
scriptions are never wanting in picturesque power,
but at the same time they are strained to effect.
Here is a good account of a tiger-hunt :
I was the only lady of the party. Ws had a capital line of
elephants to best the purls. Each howdah was stocked with
water, biscuit' and sandwiches, for we should be out till
sunset. We took book, also, but I bolted we might not
require any mach amusement. We soon reached the grass
jungle, which I had eo often heard about, and long wished to
on. Almost as far as eye could roach was an unbroken
yellow line. Th. elephants walked straight at this wall of
grass, and Immediately all but the sky above was shut out
from sight by this rack, coarse vegetation; the tufts of
silvery blossom towered some feet above the howdah, so that,
wadior through it, cur neighbour elephant was frequently
hidden from se. Here and there the uannalks, bold up for
protection from the sun'. ram would appear above the
era.. It was strange week. On stalked the elephants, sway-
ing their trunks to and fro. end occasionally tearing up alanp
tuft by the roots, and satin off the blossom. Then them
would be a null, • movement in the. gram ahead, and all
eyes strained la that direction—hoping, wishing; it was
ably a bard of buffeloes—atupid creators—ecared from than
lasy snooze by the tramping of the elephants. We exchange
osolanatioso at dleappoistunnt, and on we go, through the
manstaases forest of dried gm's, of which we stn getting
wtffry - -

Ten; or three home of this, and then a rumour of tiger's
fish prints. " Whin? yawn f" All an on the qui rove
imosdistsly. Ws teak lbws for soots Comm, and then
we coos upon a toes and MINIM= etwones. Hope is changed
saysemasy. The Weft most hays bass there not long ago,
for tits prints sr* frisk sad hs has not flashed his oral, so he
will be bosh sista. Ths szcitssosst Is is. Was will
nes hiss f

"-oi;.-1-faiter dome@ M tire ether mod of the
Nee; why, we mere am lass et U Mew pees
Were •311 burst doers-"
"The lids would net have tAts refuge
ealm • vietl hope he of be kind enough to higet=
wairMia lbw ear elephants nada =miry little impatient taps
with their trunks sesame the ground, end commenced .
"Leek -oaR Coe,," seye Mr. Grant from the adjoining
berelei; "dere set dot saaknltke movement In the gross P
TIM le Me Myr eratellert; we have fairly taught hint.- We
poi Ger Megeleis Oa maker, and In ant animates come upon
aphis d orsa-bourekl Sirs gees the tiger, winging,

balltullte I rehab araothee leak -of gems ahead ; the
low has behind prevents his tuning beak, Orllek. crack,
brag,
:ortaa ovary howdah ; • shower of ballets follow ths
, and now he is sorely wounded, but on b.goat. and
seeihm cow. Now for • errand fight. We surround the
paha in which he is hiding, and, dawn to deoparatton, the
rubes out with a tremendous roar, and hates, on
1P...1t Pad *Santa who shakes, sad ways from side to
Nilo ma nets eld of kis insonvatiaat bards. Bang, bang,
Nliflise been mortally wounded, and cannot fight any
t` lit I Wants," says our sweetened friend, M. Grant;
"dam Is • harry for the skin ;Ifl an not mistalua,
there WM the old dog yet."
• Drily wane ths words stand, whoa Its apparently
lena got sp with another dace roar, and Ironed as the
bed the nearest elephant.
- 4011, Welter, the driver! he will our* ka killed; fin I
bellidsh pa two how elms dm hideous creature is to ilia
grzl Oh, I unit bear to look at that!" But Odors
'bald answer, the epee last moment had cones ;
hL-
4iantlb to the pound, he never stirred again. That bad
bum the dsath-strank. A noble, lariblo brats It was :
loskteg so powerful— soon is death. It required tea or
awls ts lift the aware on the elephant with reps.
" Will ambition is antiallad, doss Walter; It was
"Ti. net frightened ?"
s Ob. net ht Oa heat ; Nowt whoa I thought the meheat
wes
wal tittle._ What a treetoadoar sound that roar area
It
should not ltko to hear it in a
adne name*.lt made my heart boat ball an hour ego ;
bat I was No arched that I hat no Gar."
The story, being in the nature of love-stories,
dough not committed entirely to the orthodox form
of this clue of fiction, mantas the gentle heroine
a by beyoad that poi et which is by outran regarded
he a newel's pp slime=. Umbel of wiading up
grit* the bosis-efeele yeetiliy ea the birth
of the young couple's baby-boy. We have over-
looked a few blemishes in this little volume, for the
sake of its earnest and sensible intention, and its
conscientious endeavour to fulfil the requisite condi-
tions of a literary work, however humble in motive
and limited in scope.

MUSIC.