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of a King, would not have expected at least
to be the representative of the monarch in
the kingdom they had given him. GARIBALDI
preferred being landlord of Caprera, to being
Minister or even Viceroy of Naples. There
was nothing in his Dictatorship which be-
came him like the leaving it," and that though
it had been administered throughout with motives
which none dared to suspect.
We confess we feel it a kind of national honour
that to the English Admiral the last visit of GARI-
BALDI was paid. Entirely do we sympathise with
the correspondent whose account we transcribe :
" About six o'clock, as the Washington steamed
out, GARIBALDI went to pay his last visit, and the
last visit that he paid to any one, was to Admiral
MUNDY, for whom I have heard the hero expre3s
the highest respect and affection. With him he
remained about a quarter of an hour, and invited
him to visit the bay where NELSON lay. You
shall see my cows,' said this truly great man, ' and
drink fresh milk.' During the interview he said
not a word of himself, of his regrets and mortifica-
tions, but he spoke of Italy, and said that her pro-
spects were good, and so he left Naples; and Eng-
land may well be proud that the last visit of this
pure, high-minded man was paid to a British ad-
miral."

CHRISTMAS BOOK.

Poems by Eliza Cook. Selected and edited by the

Author. Routledge and Co.
This edition is by far the most •elegant of any
that has yet been published of this author's works.
It is among the choicest of the superb literary of-
ferings to be presented at the coming season of joy
and festivity. Redolent of high artistic beauty,
illustrative of poems which have stood the test of
public criticism for years, and won for themselves
the admiration and patronage of all classes and all
countries, this volume will doubtless be heartily
welcomed by those who can happily afford to pur-
chase it, and anxiously coveted by those who can
only " look and long." The variety of theme, the
beauty and originality of thought, the vigour of
expression, and the genuine spirit of genius per-
vading the poems, amply claim the proud position
which the author has attained ; and it may be
safely predicted that the verse of Eliza Cook will
be haunting the hearts and homes of our childrens'
children, when many of the grand and mystic poetic
aspirations that have been ushered in with drum
and trumpet, will have faded into the shadows of
oblivion, a "prey to dumb forgetfulness."
When will the noble, spirit-stirring song " The
Englishman" be struck out from our remembrance ?

When will the pure rand simple pathos of " The
Old Arm-Chair" fail to awaken the choking heart-
throb in those who know what it is to recur with
tender sorrow to the associations of the loved and
lost ?

When will the majestic " Song of Old Time" be
surpassed in its truthful force—such truthful force
as we find in these lines ?

I wear not the purple of earth-born Kings,
Nor the stately ermine of lordly things ' •
But monarch and courtier though great they be,
Must fall from their glory and bend to me.
* *
I eat through treasures with moth and rust,
I lay the gorgeous palace in dust.
I make the shell-proof tower my own,
And 'Teak thr, Ird-tiernen!- - enno from store.

Work oil at your cities and temples, proud Man,
Build high as ye may and strong as ye can ;
But the marble shall crumble, the pillar shall fall,
And Time, old Time shall be King after all.

When shall we meet with more beautiful thoughts
than those which the author has embodied in the
subject Love"—Love in its broadest and immortal
sense P We cannot resist quoting a few of the
lines.

There are few things of gloom that meet our Sorrow or our

Hate,
Where Love and Beauty have not once been portion of
their state ;
Few things are seen in charmlJss guise that shutteth out
all trace
Of GOD'S infinitude of Joy, of Purity and Grace.

* *
The broken mandolin that lies in silent, slow decay
Has quicken'd many a gentle pulse that hoard its measures
play ;
The stagnant pool that taints and kills the mallow and the
rush
Has filtered through the silver clouds and cool'd the rain-
bow's flush.

There's not a dark, dull coffin board but what has stood to

bear
A swarm of summer warblers in the mellow, greenwood air
There's not a thread of cerecloth but has held its blossom

bells, _
And swung tho morning pearls about within the fragrant
wells.

Love lurketh round us everywhere—it fills the great design;
It gives the soul its chosen mate—it loads the autumn viite ;
It dyes the orchard branches red—it folds the worm in silk ;
It rears the daisy where we tread, and bringeth corn and
milk.

Love, beautiful and boundless Love I thou dwellost hero

below,
Teaching the human lip to smile—the violet to blow ;
Thine is the breath ethereal that yet exhales and burns
In sinful breasts, as incense steals from dim, unsightly
urns.

Thou art the holy record seal that Time can ne'er annul ;
The dove amid the vulture tribe—the:lamp within the skull.
Thou art the one, bright Spirit] Thing that is not bought
and sold ;
The cherub-elve that laugheth in the giant face of Gold.
Love—exquisite, undying Love—runs through Creation's

span,
Gushing from countless springs, to fill the ocean heart of
Man;
And there it broadly rolleth on in deep, unfathom'd flood,
Swelling with the Immortal Hope that craveth more of
" Good."

THE SUN, LONDON, FRIDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 10, 1860.

brothers Dalziel. Among the best must be
mentioned " Old Pincher." The eagerness of the
child springing forward to secure the long-expected
treasure, and the unfinished chubby, fubsy look
peculiar to puppies, are admirably depicted by the
skilful pencil of Gilbert. The same artist has dis-
tinguished himself throughout the volume. " Sir
Harold the Hunter" is an allegorical sketch, in which
the idea is gracefully developed. " Tracy de Vore
and Hubert Grey" aptly suggests the varying charac-
teristics of the different youths. The Baron's heir
is languidly regarding the prospect, while his ener-
getic companion, the Herdsman's son, seems replete
with the spirit of the hills and torrents.
For the pleasing delineation of sweet country
scenes we cannot do better than mention " The
Green Hill Side," and " They all Belong to Me,"
by R. Pheny, and also " Winter's Wild Flowers,"
by S. Read, and " Loch Leven's Gentle Stream,"
by Leitch. " The Chamois," by Zwecker, is
forcible and effective. " The Song of the Sea-
gulls" is another specimen of animal life, very
vividly drawn. The first illustration of Birds, repre-
senting the little songsters in their leafy habitations,
is an exquisite picture. The two latter are by
Wolf. The picture accompanying these lines—

LATEST NE Ws.

AUSTRALIA.

PLYMOUTH, FRIDAY MORNING.

The Sussex, Captain Fothegill, bo;longing to
Messrs. Money AVigram and Co., of London, 78
days from Melbourne, has landed abow,t 20 passen-
gers here.

She has over 60,000 ounces of gold,, valued at
£240,000, for which she obtained 2d . per ounce
freight, another ship taking it at 10. rer ounce.
The Sussex has a full cargo, and in all 130 pas-
sengers.

" The poet boy who sitteth upon the upland grass,
Whose eagle thoughts are nestled by the Zephyr wings
that pass,"
is one of exquisite beauty, thoroughly realising
the writer's meaning. The figure of the
Boy in " The Child's Offering " is full of
truth and power • it is one of the most im-
pressive in the volume. At the commencement of
the book there is a portrait of the authoress,
whiqh is most excellent. It is taken from a
photograph by John Watkins, and is engraved
by F. Holl. Among the contents it is
gratifying to meet with the verses on Thomas
Hood, which originated th© idea of the
monument to that lamented poet, and as such they
from a graceful tribute to his memory, while they
are a lasting memento of a kinifrecl eztimating
the genius that shone so brightly in life, and griev-
ing with honest indignation over the neglect that
brooded so darkly round 'the grave of departed
worth. One of the most affecting poems is that
entitled " Not as I used to do," which mournfully
tells of the author's long suffering. One of the
saddest among the grisly troop—
" The painful family of death,
More hideous than their queen,"
is that loss of physical ease, that sense of delight in
the mere sensation of living which to those capable
of appreciating the beauties of this fair earth, and
reverencing the majesty and glory of God's creation,
is the brightest boon bestowed by health, and
the one which especially appears to come direct
from the Giver of all good gifts—

" The common air, the sea, the skies,
To me are opening Paradise."
Such a melancholy deprivation as the long day of
nervous torture, the watching night of sleepless
anguish, the stings of sorrow and the pangs of dis-
appointment entail, not alone in themselves, but in
their consequences and effects, can hardly be more
powerfully expressed, and scarcely more beautifully
pictured:than in these verses :

The Sussex left Plymouth outwards on the 3d of
April; she sailed from Melbourne A.iagust 28th,
ronnded Cape Horn, September 20th, and crossed
the Line October 21st.

In the South Pacific large quantitif of ice were
encountered, no less than 21 bergs having been seen
in one day. She spoke, Sept. 24th and 25th, off
Cape Horn, French ship Siam, with T. 8., foretop
sail, and an iron clipper ship with bowsprit gone;
Oct. 20th, lat. 4 S., long. 28 W., a Liverpool barque,
showing third pendant 5,731; Oct. 22d, lat 2 N.,
long. 28 W., French brig Ctosar ; and Nov. 15th,
lat. 49, long. 13 W., the barque Belvue.

(REUTER'S TELEGRAMS.)
TURIN, Nov. 15, EVENING.
The official Piednzontese Gazetto contains the

following :
General Salzano proposed to General Fanti the
surrender of the body of Neapolitan troops who
remained outside Gaeta, consisting of 10 battalions
of Chasseurs and a regiment of cavalry. General
Fanti rejected this proposition.
After the engagement of the 12th inst. the Bour-
bon troops re-entered Gaeta.
Our troops have taken up fresh positions round
the town.

The garrison of Gaeta consisted of 18 battalions,
but a despatch announces that two merchant
steamers sailing under French colours, had left
Gaeta with troops, their destination is supposed to
be Civita Vecchia.

ROME, Nov. 13 (via Marseilles).
A Neapolitan General has arrived here.
It is asserted that Francis 11. requests the Pope
to receive an additional 7,000 soldiers.

TURIN, Nov. 15.

The Opinione publishes a despatch from Naples
announcing that General Goyon and Admiral Bar-
bier de Tinan have been decorated by King Francis
11. with the Grand Cross of the • Order of St.
Januarius.

The Piedmontese will occupy the town of Ponte

Corvo.

DRESDEN, Nov. 15.

In today's sitting of the Chamber of Deputies
Viedel proposed the re-establishment of the
German Central Power (Centralgewalt) with the
addition of the necessary popular representation.

FRANCE.

PARIS, Nov. 15.