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persons of the drama, and the two noblest heroes
are Sir Hugh Glenthorne, a Catholic gentleman, and
Guy de Mortemar, the Protestant sheriff, both men
of the true heroic mould. Blanche and Amy, again,
the heroines, are of different faiths, and are two
charming, but very distinct characteis. The pas-
sionate despair of the impetuous Blanche when
her betrothed is condemned to die is very vividly
portrayed. The character we admire the least is
the Gipsy-queen Ulrique, of the banded brow.
This is a melodramatic creation, such as Madame
Celeste so effectively portrays. The breathless in-
terest of some of the " situations" may be readily
surmised when the severity of the law is remem-
bered. The tale is especially one of hope and fear,
and very happily are these two emotions epitomised
in the following passage. One of the characters,
herself the victim of despair, tells another that she
still hopes, because she weeps ; " and tears," says
this unhappy one, " come from no other source
than hope or fear, and hope is fear and fear
is hope, and once these two passions, so dis-
similar and yet so alike, have passed be-
yond the circle of our lives, then the
heart grows hard as marble." There are, how-
ever, other tears, those shed by the bereaved, which
partake neither of hope nor fear, and this gentler
sorrow is beautifully described in Sir Hugh's part-
ng exhortation to his betrothed. In these more
peaceful and happier days, we may read with
profit a record of bygone " Wild Times."

The Fortnightly Review. Edited by George Henry
Lewes. No IL Chapman and Hall.

A second instalment of Mr. Lewes's new periodi-
cal only confirms the impression pronounced by us
immediately upon the appearance of the first num-
ber, that in The Fortnightly there has been inaugu-
rated, by one of the most gifted and accomplished
men of letters of our times, one of the very ablest
of our first-class publications. It is literature that
is here represented and not simply smart writing.
Judging of the general character of the work from
its two opening numbers, we may accept it as a
thoroughly well considered, and, for the most part,
an admirably well written organ of public opinion—
bi-monthly in its issue—pledged to the furtherance
-of the influence of no clique or party—bold, out-
spoken, and above all, thoroughly independent. A
large-hearted tribute to the poetic genius of Henry
Taylor, as chiefly manifested, of course, in his
" Philip van Artevelde," leads off this second
number of The Fortnightly, and is from the
hand of Anthony Trollope, the most facile of our
popular novelists. From the Emperor Napoleon
111. it may be said that Professor Beesly has taken
his cue in the vindication of " Cataline as a Party
Leader." The editor pursues, as we hope he will
continue to do for some time yet, his thoughtful
and instructive argument upon the " Principles of
Success in Literature." The continuation of An-
thony Trollope's serial story, " The Belton Estate,"
is a wonderful improvement upon its commence-
ment, which was dull with the dullness of Peter
Bell—" dull, beyond all expression dull !" Will
Belton's character by the way gives promise of be-
ing endeared to Its by traits the most delightful.
Altogether he is a marvellous improvement upon the
run—particularly of late—of Mr. Trollope's heroes.
" Martin's Puzzle," by George Meredith, is another
and a very remarkable evidence, not only of the
intense originality of the writer, but of the vigorous
objectivity of his genius. It is not the author• of
the lines who is speaking to us in the name of the
old cobbler, it is the old cobbler himself. And
although Martin has so far disdained the advice of
the threadbare proverb, by himself going sufficiently
beyond his last, we suspect, to dip (and pretty
deeply, too, or we are much mistaken) into the
muddy theological quagmires of Tom Paine, et hoc
genus omne, the old fellow has a glimmering of light
at last, through all the mephitic darkness of his
doubts—vide the prayerful close of his all but
blasphemous self-communings.

Can you Forgive Her? By Anthony Trollope.

Part XVIII. Chapman and Hall.