, 1872-12-28

ture, adapted to tho order Of thought aud the
aspirations Of humanity, will speedily grow into form,
Is the language Of imaginative expression. Tho idyc
philosophy in which Wordsworth took refuge from the
G.; Sst md 9sodrama Of his predecesaora hns fulfilled
1ts Immediate mission; the art sshidh WAS bern
with Keats and found ia perfect work in Tennyson,
already seems faulty faultcas and orcr-rehned. 4
craving Tor moro dramutic, spontaneous uerance ia
prevalent with the new generation There is an ill.,
slnct that interpret the hearts and souls Of and
somen is the poets highest function disposition to
throw ase precedentsto study lfe dialect and feel
ing, as our painters study landscape out Of doors and
at first hand. Considered the loating and-drift Of
this method ie esgerly received although in England
60 aurfnted OF the past and filed with vague desire,
the faculty to discriminate between the richer and
poorer fabric seems bunted and sensational: expert
mental novelties set above tho admirable
positions in manner already familiar just
couh carving piece of foreign lncker-work ia
priced than au exquisite specimen Of domestic art,
because 1t is etrange and breathes
known, spicy fragrance OF new-found Cline The
doubtless, will be prolonged by the
ceaselcss progress Of the scientific revolution occupy
ing mems imagnations and constantly justing the
basis Of largunee and illustration. Ere long, come
new Lucreus may come to reinterpret the nature Of
things confirming many ct the ancient prophecies,
and substituting for the wonder Of the remainder the
still woudrous testimony Of the lens the labora
tory and the milleanial rocks. The old men Of the
Jewish captivity wept with loud voice when they
the foundations Of the new temple, because its glory
mon, was as nothing but the prophet assured them
that the Desire Of all nations should conc and that the
former. But do not endeaTor to anticipate the future
Of English song. It may be 1owlier loftier than
now but certaily It will show change, and my faith
IN the reality Of progress Is broad enough to include
the field Of poetic art.
~ NIGHT IN TIE GARDEN OF TEE TU1LE81Es,"
G. D. Warner tells how, falling asleep in that
retreat, he was locked in. An awkward position
to be caught would have involved him in the
Gravest por1. He relates how he endeavored to
escape notice bY the sentinels, and what curious
sights he saw. He saw the Emperor in his
night-cap, among other things,
Ono o'clock! The lights were going out in the Tuil-
cries. had nearly all gone out. wondered if the
piciouB and tinid and waateful Emperor would keep
tie gas burning all night in his room The night-roar
of Paris still went on, sounding always to foreign
ears like the beginning Of revolution. As
stood there, looking ut tho window that
interested mo most, tho curtains were drawn;
the window opened, and form appeared il white
robe. 1have the Emperor before in night
gon14 but should have known him among thousand
The Man Of Destiny had white cotton night-cap,
with peaked top :nd tassel It the most nat
ural thing in the world he taking laSt look
his restless Paris before he turned in. What ii ho
should me respected that last look, aud with
drew into the shadow. Tired and hungry, sat down
to reflect upon tho pleasures of the gay Capital.
There are some capital stories in this number :;
among them the Eggleeton's " Christmas Club," +"
SAKE Holm's "One-Legged Dancers Frank f.
stockton's The Pilgrims Packets"