The Sun.
London, England, 1850-05-07 00:00:00

ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL.

Undaunted and unaffected by the number of rivals,
some of them, moreover, formidable ones, in the way
of cheap weekly periodicals, the editreas and originator
of this popular publication has carried her journal on
triumphantly to the conclusion of the second volume.
And with a continuance of the same ability
which has been already displayed in the
conduct of this charming miscellany, we doubt
not but that Eliza Cook will contribute thus
substantially, for years to come, to the bookshelves
of her countrymen. One consideration alone ought
of itself to animate her to the continuance of her pre-
sent efforts, at the same time that it affords her the
highest degree of satisfaction in the contemplation of
her past exertions—and that is the reflection that,
while aiding in the intellectual amusement of the
people, she has also added largely to the
materials for their wholesome instruction. Her
merit in this respect, and the merit
of her journal as one of the many means now exists
ing for the removal of the curse of popular ignorance-
have very recently been acknowledged in the House,
of Commons, by a representative who not unde-
servedly coupled the name of Eliza Cook in this re-
gard with the honoured names of those true friends
of the people, the distinguished publishers, Charles
Knight and the Chamberses. Under any cir-
cumstances, the press might have augured with
confidence the success of such a periodical
as the present, undertaken under such auspices as that
of our popular poetess ; but especially are we justified
in predicting the continued prosperity of Eliza Cook's
Journal, seeing that it has successfully completed a
second volume in the midst of a large and energetic
competition. Among the more noticeable contributions
to the twelfth part now before us are the concluding
chapters of " Lucy Dean " from the hand of the in-
dustrious " Silverpen." In proof that the editress
herself is still as felicitous as ever in her poetical effu-
sions ; we transcribe the following admirable and
energetic stanzas, entitled,

THE GALLOPING STEED.
There's a courser we ne'er have been able to rein—
He careurs o'er the mountain, he travels the main—

lie's Eternity's Arab—he trieth his paee
With the worlds in their orbits, and winneth the race.
Oh! a charger of made I warrant is he,
That will weary his riders whoe'er they may be,
And we all of us mount, and he bears us along
Without bearing our check-word or feeling our thong;
No will does he heed, and no rest does he need,
Oh! a brave Iron Grey is this galloping steed.
On, on, and for ever, for ever, he goes—
Where his halting place is—not the wisest one knows;
He waits not to drink at the Joy-rippled rill,
He lags not to breathe up the Psin-furrowed hill.
Right pleasant forsooth is our place on his back,
When he bounds in the sun on Life's flowery track,
When his musical hoofs press the green moss of Hope;
And he tramples the pansy on Love's fairy slope,
Oh, the journeying then is right pleasant indeed,
As we laugh in our strength on this galloping steed.
But alack and alas! he is soon off the grass,
With dark stony defiles and dry deserts to pass,
And his step is so hard and he raises such dust,
That full many are groaning, yet ride him they must.
On, on, through the gloomy morass of Despair—
Through the thorns of Remorse and the yew•trees of
Cate;
Our limbs and our forehead are sore to the quick,
But still we must ride him, bruised, weary, and sick;
Gentle hearts may be shaken and stirred till they bleed,
But on they must go with this galloping steed.

In the stone-hurdled churchyard he maketh no stop,
But the boldest perchance of his riders will dropd
They may cling to him closely, but cannot hold fast
When he leaps o'er tho grave-trench that Death opened
last.
Betrapped and bedecked with his velvet and plumes,
A grand circle he runs in the show-place of tombs;
He carries a King—but he tarneth the crypt,
And the Monarch that strode him so gaily bath slipped,
Yet, on goes the barb at the top of his speed,
What's the fall of such things to this g alloping steed?
Right over the pyramid walls does he bound,
In the Babylon deserts his hoof-prints are found,
He snorts in his pride—and the t2mples cf light
Wear a shadowy mist like the coming of night.
Oa, on, and for ever, he turns not aside,

He reeks not the road, be it narrow or Wide;
In the paths of the city ho maketh no stay,
Over Marathon's Plain he is stretching away.
Oh! show me a pedigree, find me a speed,
That shall rival the fame of this galloping steed.
lie hath traversed the Past, through the Present he flies,
With the Future before him right onward he hies; •
He skims the broad waters, ho treads the dark woods,
On, on, and for ever, through forests and floods.
Full many among us are riding him now—
All tired and gasping with sweat on our brow.
We may suffer and writhe, but 'tis ever in vain,
So let's sit on him bravely and scorn to complain;
For we know there's a goal and a glorious meed,
For the riders of Time—that old galloping steed.
Upon this quotation alone, we might with confi-
dence rest assurred that our approval of the journal
would meet with general acceptation. But other tes-
timonies of the correctness of our judgment have long
since become familiar with the people, and have
secured for Eliza Cook's Journal a popularity that
cannot speedily be dissipated.

COLONIAL MAGAZINE.
An elaborate article on " The Slave Trade ;" three
on Indian affairs, of which that "On the Police of
India" is especially worthy of attention ; and a review
of Mr. Sirr's popular work, " Ceylon and the einga-
lese," form the principal contents of the number for
the present month, which is fully equal in interest
and valuable information to any of its predecessors.

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employment to one-half more hands than the Bill o
Lord Ashley. Suppose a manufacturer has two "sets"
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the third " set" work from 9 A.M. to I—from 2 to s—and
from half-pa,t sto half-past 8 P.M. From:his arrange-
most two sets of workers are always present,and
set at homo, and the intervals of time at their own dis-
posal. This mode of working, so little understood by
its bitterest opponents, gives universal satisfaction
here, as none are employed below thirteen years of age,
and the nun work no longer than the females. Prom
the want of a sufficient supply of water-power and the
high price of coals in the place-working by relays, is
peculiarly advantageous to all parties, but more espe-
cially to the operative, hence it is, that they deprecate
any further interference.
A RELAY WORKER.

M. de Blainville, who succeeded Baron Caviar. as-
Profes:sor of Comparative Anatomy at Paris, was found dead
two evenings ago in a railway carriage on the Rouen Rail-,
way. :Me had been in excellent-health when he left Paris,
and had intended to proceed first to Caen and thence to
England. ins age was 72