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I read it last week at my father's. It is full of understood at Mr. Newera's; and I was interest. Indeed, it seems to me so diffusive, lodged in the library, owing some clever oak it might have formed two books; and I should to the genius Putti, with relics from every have liked it better if all that Socinian trash quarter of the globe,—from a bust of Faustina had been extracted, to form a tit-bit for such as to the necklace of an Esquimaux. There was delight in the monstrous crudities of the dim- also a finely bleached skeleton in a case lined sighted infidel."
with velvet, and which the displacement of a Annie looked surprised, and rather sheepish. curtain by the wind made visible. The sight She read hard words, but did not always un made every leaf of me vibrate ; and I fully derstand them; and could not quite guess the shared my mother's respect for the good taste cause of the vehemence of Mr. Murray's last of the post-creation kings of Egypt, who never words. How much I hated that young man allowed such horrid things to transpire.from that minute, and I felt my purple binding [Query – Did they know anything of the crack with rage at his remarks !
unpleasant-looking framework on wbich man“Do you think Miss Martineau an infidel ?" kind are built ? I never saw the inkling Annie at length asked, timidly.
of a joint in any Egyptian design.]—I was "Do I think !" he said, rudely enough, welcomed with gladness by Mrs. Newera. She snatching up my first volume, and turning read my title-page ; she looked at the list the over my pages rapidly. “What do you think secretary had inserted; eulogized Mr. Arden of talking of Moses and Plato as you would of as a charming, liberal old parson, and forthSmith of Baliol and Grant of Merton, and with commenced my perusal. I never could making comparisons between them? The be read in better style ; she scarcely left me ; very divinely-associated Being, from whom, she copied bits of me; she wrote letters full of whatever Miss Martineau may think, she alone me; she illustrated me; and had just finished gains her very limited notions of a Supreme a fancy sketch of one of the picturesque haltBeing, is held in juxtaposition with one, whose ing places my mother had 'described, with wisdom, great as it was, never raised one poor camels and Arabs, even to the sheik's javelin soul from off this sin-cursed earth.”
stuck in the ground, when Mr. Murray was The shoe dropped from Emma's industrious announced. It seemed to me, to use bookfingers, and Annie looked very frightened as language, that he had turned over a new leaf; she said, anxiously,
for he praised the well-done drawing and the “Is the book wicked ?"
truth of the costumes, expressing admiration “Decidedly!” he said, pushing it from him ; also of the graphic pen with which my mother and, to change the subject and get nearer had described them. Emmia, asked her to sing. How I should have “I never dreamt of hearing you praise this liked to have been thrown at that young man's work,” Mrs. Newera said ; adding, archly, “I bead, in all the weight of my boards and extra felt rather inclined to smuggle it into my workduodecimo! I was not again looked at while table as you entered.” in Ayling Vicarage. By general consent the 'I do not praise it,” Mr. Murray said, in sisters agreed not to tell their father, who was the old dogmatic tone I so much objected to. their only parent, that Annie had chosen a “I think it well written, but at the same time, wicked book ; and he, poor man, was at that as mischievous and detestable a work as could time too much occupied to guess either at the bave crept into a book-club,—with this addiexistence or cause of the secret.
tional odium attached to it, that it has crept in The time at length arrived for me to be for- under false colors. Who looks for all this warded to Mr. Newera, the surgeon of Knighton. jargon of English Deists and German RationMy spirits rose as I was borne through the alists in a book purporting to relate Eastern surgeon's hall.
Every thing showed much Travels ?” taste, with a smack of the Egyptian, which “I think you are unjust as far as regards flattered my prevailing feelings. No great- false colors,” Mrs. Newera said, quietly.“ Miss coats, or umbrellas, or clogs, vexed the sight. Martineau's name might give any one an idea A few terra-cotta vases, with myrtles and roses, of what they are to find.” stood beneath each column; and though these No, no,” Mr. Murray replied. “People vases, and all the porphyry, marble, and bronzes in the country are not so generally informed of the hall, had sprung from the brush of Mr. on all matters as your clever self. If Miss Putti, the plumber of Knighton, I had learned Martineau bad added · Unitarian' to her name from my mother's reverence for Egyptian paint in the title-page, I would grant it the sort of ings too much respect for infant art to find negative virtue which I might to the notice fault with the counterfeit. I was not taken to Dangerous,' placed by a road surveyer on a the drawing-room-the unities were better | rickety bridge. People could avoid the book
and the bridge. But I still require more. As | Mr. Murray, if, amidst what you call the eriMiss Martineau dares to attack the great dences of revelation, an acute mind perceives points of the faith of the country she lives in, where history and what may be termed myth she should have given her book the title which blend, surely it were slavish or bigoted to would have announced the impious and offen- desist from reasoning on a point which so sive contents."
strikes one's perceptions ?” “In spite of all you say,” Mrs. Newera “ Where men may reason men may err, replied, while a little pink ear beneath her Mrs. Newera ; and what has Miss Matineau, curls showed some embarrassment at thus to do with myths ? All ber notions of them bearding her directeur, “I must confess that are gleaned from others, and I could give you I gladly study a work which, like this, leads a list of all the books from which she culls her one to think and to seek the truth.” Mr. pet poisons, crowning it with her last studied Murray cracked all his knuckles as he repeated work, the Hebrew Monarchy, more dangerous with a scornful emphasies,—“ Truth!” He than her own, because attempting more. No, then added quickly, “What truth do you if Miss Martineau must work at myths, let her mean? Chemical, botanical, physiological, attempt to detach fable from truth in the hisastronomical, or geological truth? Surely tory of Mother Hubbard's dog. But I have made Miss Martineau leads to none of these! And you angry,” Mr. Murray added, rising; “ and if it is religious truth you mean, still worse. it makes me angry to think of an old woman There is but one Book which teaches it with sitting down in the full blaze of day, and, beanything like authority, and in that sure word cause she holds an umbrella between herself of testimony we are to seek it, and not from and the sun, wishing to persuade berself and those who, professing a qualified regard for others that the sun has nothing to do with the revelation, abjure vulgar Orthodoxy for the light which she enjoys." noveltics of German Neology, or that old How glad I was that this impertinence was fashioned heresy, Socinianism."
put a stop to by the entrance of visitors ! and “I think, however, that you must admit | how glad I was to find that the next name in that there are difficulties in the doctrines of my carte de voyage was that of a county magChristianity to which a zealous inquirer into istrate, residing, at least, seven miles from truth does well to direct our attention." Knighton, and so beyond the reach of this
Mrs. Newera said this with a little appear-crusading curate. Squire Fortescue, his lady, ance of anger at this young man's pertinacity. two daughters, and a son, all turned me over
“ Not in the spirit in which Miss Martineau as I lay on the drawing-room table, though novconducts the business," he replied, sharply. els and periodicals seemed to them “ metal “Her prejudices start up every moment, more attractive." Still, they certainly set up making one apply to ber case what Carlyle said for literary people, and occasionally discussed of Voltaire, — He ardently warred against my merits, - in that vague way, however, Christianity, without understanding, beyond that it was I only who knew how little of my the mere superficies, what Christianity was. contents had arrived at their knowledge. They “ But
do confess that there are diffcul- had the same power of fixing on salient parts ties?” Mrs. Newera inquired.
of the narrative, that a Highlander bas of “None to those who are accustomed to in- springing to the jutting rocks in a mountain quire only what revelation has actually taught, stream. They knew of my mother's walks in and who then submit their reason to that rer the desert of fourteen miles a-day, which they elation, without presuming to speculate on the affected to disbelieve. They knew who the causes, fitness, or inscrutable mysteries con- Russian countess was, who had evinced almost nected with the discoveries made to man by as much enthusiasm in a Christian temple as that revelation. The doctrines of Christianity, my mother had shown in a heathen one. They as well as those of the Mosaical dispensation, knew of the greatness thrust on “ Mr. E.” by are only difficult to the minds of those who, the exacting sheik, which they persisted in assenting to the evidences of revelation as suf- considering an episode, inserted as a set-off to ficient to warrant its reception, suppose them the task she had imposed on bim of reading selves invested with the power of rejecting the the unpublished journal,--a sugar-plum with a conclusions thus supported by evidence, if their pill, in fact. How tired I got of these people ! reason cannot comprehend them, or if they are And, strange to say, they paid a shilling fine opposed to their preconceived notions of what for detaining me beyond the time I was allotmight, probably, be expected from a divine ted to pass with them. At length I was revelation."
released, and got into another cozy vicarage. “You are tremendously professional,” Mrs. How congenial to my feelings was the first Newera remarked, feigning a yawn. “But, fortnight I spent there! I was read without
comment, but with intense attention ; while I written on Shakspeare's play of the Tempest, Herodotus, Hengstenberg, Gliddon, Heeren, where all the erudition of the author was emCory's Chronology, and other learned works, ployed to discorer and fix the locality of were constantly referred to. I heard no opin- Prospero's island ? I think the genius of ion passed upon me, until, one evening, the Shakspeare was about as well appreciated by vicar, entering from a ramble, addressed his this person as-I speak it reverently—the wife, who was holding my last volume in her divinity of our Saviour by Miss Martineau.” hand, with the question, —
You are as severe as I wished the reviewer “Why do you look so serious, Mary?” to be,” Mrs. Denyer said, smiling.
“I have just finished Miss Martineau's “I have greater cause for spleen,” he anbook," she replied ; “ and I was half wishing, swered. half praying, that a strong, crushing refutation “Here is a book, incontestably of an evil of all these errors, may appear in the next tendency, by some strange mischance going the Review. Am I wrong?
round of a book-club, chiefly composed of I pricked up my cars for the answer, — clergymen, for the amusement of whose families dog's-ears, be it known, which the Fortescues these books are principally circulated. And had left on my pages; however, the answer though I feel that Mr. Arden can hardly be was not very pleasant.
aware of the dangerous character of the book " Your eninity is quite justified. This is he has thus sent round to shed its poison, still, decidedly a most mischievous book.”
as a stranger, I experience a delicacy in hintMischievous ! How I abhor an epithet so ing it to him. Ilowever, the book goes touniversally applied to unruly pot-boys, high- morrow to Yeldon Castle ; before it gets again mettled monkeys, and Chartist speeches ! into young hands, I will try and see Mr. Mur- !
“ It is no small calamity for a living man to ray. He is intimate with the Ardens, and be robbed of a living faith,” Mr. Denyer con may devise some plan.” tinued ; " and Miss Martineau has attempted I was sent to Yeldon Castle, and there found the robbery in a wanton and covert manner. one of my brothers, sent down by Churton. I She has thrown the glovc, however, and I, too, had no opportunity of inquiring into the nature hope that a champion may be found in Chris- of his treatment. The countess opened my tendom to pick it up. If Miss Martineau had title-page, and then gave orders for me to be shown hall the sympathy for the Christian forwarded to General Gascoigne. She said which she has for the Egyptian idolator, the something to the earl about straining at Jewish deist, the Mahomedan votary, one might gnats and swallowing camels ;” and that half have marvelled at the extent of her blindness, the credulity which fostered a belief in mesto whom light is no light; but blindness is all merisin might establish a tolerably warm discione should have brought against her. But ple of Johanna Southcote ; but as I was not
1. there is a decided spirit of antagonism towards obliged to take such general reflections as adChristianity, under the specious guise of a dressed to my respected mother, I gave no well-told tale of personal adventure, which calls beed to them. for some demonstration in return. There is General Gascoigne commenced reading me also, much inconsistency in her book; for with as much vigor_as forty years passed in while, by her words, she virtually accuses of India had left him. I was placed on a readingimposture the Divine Being she so affectedly, desk before him; the bell-pull was fastened to and therefore irreverently calls the Teacher,' his chair, and silence reigned throughout the she still shows a qualified devotion. And apartment. I fancied I was approved; but though she seems to look on the Almighty's felt a little startled when the old general suddealings with His people through Moses and his denly gave a violent twitch to the bell. Antitype as a salutary cheat, of which she and Send Miss Gascoigne down," was the some others are cognizant,--thus instituting brief order given. herself a sort of juggler's confederate, In five seconds a timid-looking girl appeared still she appears to own a heart equal to the at the door. worship of the Omnipotence, whose powers she " Miss Gascoigne, the author of this book so vainly tries to circumscribe.”
defends the worship of cats and other minor Poor Miss Martineau !'
” Mrs. Denyer animals; you will be so good, when you read said, sorrowfully. “She certainly has some the passage, to repeat at the same time the better aspirations, shown, I think, by her inter- fourth verse of the 20th chapter of Exodus." est in Jerusalem, which, even in by-gone Miss Gascoigne bowed and withdrew. The years, has made her familiar with its locality.” general's studies were resumed : again the bell
“I differ with you there,” Mr. Denyer re was rung, and Miss Gascoigne appeared to plied. "Do you recollect reading of a book order.
“Miss Gascoigne, though the author of Miss Gascoigne considered the last would this work, with a commendable tenderness for sell fastest. the feelings of the people she is ainong, veils *Very well," said the imperturbable general, her face, that she may not startle the preju “when you read Miss Martineau's com mparadices of the chance African in her path, she tive view of the converts to Christianity and scruples not to offend the equally harmless pre- to Malomedism, please to bear in mind the judices of the majority of her own country- irksomeness of a tight coat and the comforts of men, by irreverent remarks on all they hold a paletot, or what in my time was emphatically holy. Yes, Miss Gascoigne, she does not hesi- called, a wrap-rascal. tate, on the hypothesis that the sacred Scrip Thus proceeded General Gascoigne's study tures are a collection of myths or legends, to of my precious pages. Every little novelty, banish God from His creation, destroy the no- every Socinian eccentricity, every bold thought, tion of a Providence, and give the lic to the borrowed from Rosenmüller or others, was as Law and the Prophets. Miss Gascoigne, when quickly confided to Miss Goscoigne with what you peruse this book, please to repeat the the General conceived an antiseptic remark nineteenth verse of the twenty-second chapter from himself. At length he rang the bell of Revelation, and to consider that it applies more violently than ever ; and, scarcely waitto the whole of scripture."
ing for the appearance of his daughter at the The next day Miss Gascoigne was not sum- door, esclaimed, moned to the library. People little know how “Miss Gascoigne, the author of this work much a day's quiet reading repays one for the knocks under. She has visited and left Daagony of the printing-press. On the third day, mascus, without presuming to touch upon the again she was sent for ; again she stood at the conversion of St. Paul. If she admits that, door in mute attention.
and the authenticity of his epistles, the poor “ Miss Gascoigne," the general commenced, thing may still take her place among the “the author of this work seems disposed to worshippers of the Trinity. undervalue the Christian religion, on the score Instead of making my way into Miss Gasof the greater number of converts made to coigne's study, I was rather surprised to find Mahomedanism. She is apparently not aware myself one morning reversing the order of that the regions of the East would number book-clubs, and making a retrograde movemiles with European inches; and that if there ment back to Ayling Vicarage. If I was is anything to scatter, the wider the field, the astonished, Mr. Arden was a little more so wider must the object be scattered. But there on reading the note which accompanied me. are further reasons for the inequality she mis
Gen. Gascoigne's compliments to Rev. John interprets, which, with my slight acquaintance Arden, and hopes, for the sake of the younger with the East, I could at once explain, when part of the Knighton Book-club, and of Christhe opportunity may occur. Miss Gascoigne, I | tianity in general, that he will take some measwish, however, to make one remark to you. ures to withdraw Eastern Life from the club. A tailor advertises tight-fitting suits, which ad Mr. Arden turned the note in his hand as mit of no relaxation of position, and confine maidens do valentines, and then called his the wearer to an entire new attitude. Wrinkle daughter. At the very moment she came runor spot would be disgracefully conspicuous onning to him with her hand full of letters she these clothes, which allow of no letting out or had just taken from the postman. taking in ; which, in short, when once adopted,
“I am sure, papa, here is an invitation must be the same yesterday, to-day, and for- from Yeldon Castle,” she said. “Do open
Another artisan in apparel, advertises it." a loose-hanging garment, which can be wore
The indulgent old vicar forgot the general over any other threadbare babit. Formed of a in his desire to oblige his child, and read material warranted not to show dirt, and on aloud, which even blood-spots are not easily seen, it
Dear Mr. Arden, - I do think Eastern Life is a garment in which you may eat, drink, and
a very objectionable book. For the sake of the sleep; and though not unbecoming from the young people, whose opinions are not so well prevalence of the mode, it may be worn large confirmed as your dear girls' may be, do you not enough to wrap round a man and as many think it would be better to withdraw it from the wives as he can afford to keep. Miss Gas- club? Ever sincerely yours,
C. Yoldon. coigne, I would ask you one question, Which tailor, do you imagine, would procure
Annie shook from head to foot. Emma, the quickest custom — the vendor of the tight who had joined the party to inspect the letters, fitting, casily-blemished suit, or that of the knew noť how to assist her in this dilemma. A cheap loose garment, warranted not to spot ?” | dark cloud passed over Mr. Arden's brow, but
he said nothing, while opening a note almost | Murray just then recollected his brother, a mechanically. He started, and looking angrily student at Göttingen, had sent to him for a copy at Annie, as he read,
of Eastern Life ; so my identical self was
precisely what he wanted. My place was to be Dear Sir, — I hope on hearing of the sensa filled by the Queens of England; and the tion which Eastern Life has caused in our book- sisters were to be well scolded for their want club, you will exempt me from all participation of candor respecting “ Annie's wicked book.” in the ill-tempered things said respecting it. I admire the book as much as I do your liberality with a schnapps besprinkled corer, and a cigar
I am inditing this lament from Göttingen, of idea in bespeaking it. Yours truly, PHRYNE NEWERA.
marking my most spicy page. I live among
congenial spirits; still I feel it banishment, Oh, papa, do not look at me so !” the and lack the spirit with which Coriolanus poor girl exclaimed. • We were afraid to tell viewed the same circumstances. My Magna you what a wicked book it is.”
Mater may have more of the Roman, and bear At this moment Mr. Murray was announced. but “ the common cry of curs," in the voices After a hurried greeting, he asked to speak to which discard the poor offspring from the Mr. Arden alone ; and then informed him he Christian's library; if not, and this, my Lament, came from Mr. Denyer on the subject of should reach her, perhaps she will devise some Eastern Life, then going the circuit of the plan to keep my brethren out of country bookbook-club. What a conglomeration of persecu- clubs; or, at least, get up some editions as tion! and how sick I was of all the phrases shoemakers do boots, for “ country wear.” banales thrown at me! Suffice it to say, Mr.
Translated for the Daguerreotype.
SKETCHES TAKEN DURING A SUMMER RAMBLE.
BY EDWARD BOAS.
I. — NEAR REGENSBURG.
brow of another hill, there rises up, white,
new, and glittering, a superb Grecian temple. A broad stream winds in a very circuitous Lofty, magnificent columns support the roof; course through a green and fertile valley. a splendid ascent of stone steps leads up to Against the horizon are marked the towers of the entrance; all the skill of Hellenic art has an ancient city. Along the left bank of the been expended upon this architectural masterriver there is a range of rocky heights, which piece. are for the most part covered with low brush But how do these two buildings, so different wood. As you follow this range with your in their characters, come into such close proxeye, you perceive that on leaving the city it is imity? Are they to be the stage for a gigancomposed of calcarious limestone ; at a bend tic representation of Goethe's Helen? Does in the river this formation suddenly breaks off, Faust, the dark son of German romanticism, and the remainder is dark-colored granite. dwell in the deserted ruin ? Has Helen, the The geologist stands at this spot, and, as he most perfect representation of Grecian beauty, muses upon the phenomenon, strives to solve taken up her abode in the glittering temple ?the great problein of the formation of the No, the old castle is called Regenstauf; the earth.
new pile of columns is the Walhalla of King On the summit of two neighboring peaks Louis of Bavaria. The towers in the backof granite are two buildings which form a ground belong to Regensburg, and the stream strange contrast. Here we behold a gray, that winds through the valley is the Danube. crumbling ruin, which dates from the middle Some small figures were slowly moving up ages. Its massive towers are broken ; green the enormous steps which lead to the Walvegetation bursts out from between the huge halla. Seen from the valley they must have stones; the stairs have disappeared; and the looked like flies, for the hill is bigh ; but a blue sky and the golden sun shine freely into nearer approach would have shown them to be the wide, roofless halls. Close by, upon the human beings, and I too was among