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prevent our readers from falling into a pa- Time's lapse may be a change of scene
roxystn of surprise, when we tell them that ihe Time will itself explain,
author, page 33, zealously argues from internai A night before a morn serene
evidence, that the lines beginning

When lost years rise again,
“ Within this awful volume lies,”

Renew'd, and with a greener prime,

To run once more a destined time, are Lord Byron's, though they are well known

Nor seem to run in vain. to be by Sir Walter Scott, and occur in the Monastery, vol. ji. So much for the know. ledge of Byron's "peculiar style and genius" possessed by this letter writer, who is not in the least abashed at confessing his blunder in a

From Blackwood's Magazine. postcript to the reader.

HANSEL MONDAY. “Will you nevor hold your little, yelping

tongues to-night?" said Beaty Lawson to the From the New Monthly Magazine.

pursery brood, whom she had presided over THE PARTED YEAR.

ever since their birth, and whom she had just

lucked into the various sized cribs which sur. I stood upon the sunless shore

rounded an ample nursery. “Your elder broBeside oblivion's sea,

thers are all quiet in the next room, and so is And saw its sluggish waves break o'er

your sister; I'll warrant they dinna get leave The by-gone yesterday

to cheep a word at school, after they are in their The last of the departed year

beds; and they will be weel sleepit, and up beJoin in the lapse of time's career,

fore any of you bairns, to wish their mamma a The pass'd eternity.

good Hansel Monday." It was a melancholy sight

“ Well but, Beaty, just answer me this one To see it part from day,

question," said a pertinacious little rogue, raisAnd dim among the depths of night

ing a curly bullet of a head from a well tumFade with its dreams away, —

bled pillow;—“I'll go to sleep this instant if And dark and shapeless with it go

you will only tell me. Was that a guinea A thousand hopes, once rich in glow,

mamma sent out to get silver for?-I wonder Born in its hour's decay.

how much we'll get to our hansels ?"

“Oh, Jemmy, you should not be thinking A cold thrill to my feeling taught

about money after you have said your prayers,' How much there was of mine

whispered a fair-haired little girl, whom Beaty Gone with that year, of perish'd thought, loved above all the rest ; " you know that And ill-delay'd design,

nurse says, the fairies can turn it all into A part, too, of the vital Game

chucky stones, if we think about money in our Quench'd beneath time's incessant stream,

beds." A march towards decline.

“ Tut, nonsense!” said Jemmy :-“ Mary is

always dreaming about the fairies, because From out those waves no palmy isle

papa calls her his little elf. Well, if I get five Uprears its sunny head,

shillings for my hansel, I'll buy you a little Where shipwreck'd Hope may light her smile; green coaty, Mary, if you'll promise not to turn Boundless, and drear and dread,

my money into chucky stones." The billows break without a roar,

* Well, do not say another word about it, but “ Nameless" is stamp'd upon the shore, go to sleep this instant. See, you are wakenAnd “ Death"-there all is dead!

ing Willie, and I'll have the whole pack of you And Love turns trembling from the sight,

up; and if that's the case, Jemmy, I'll positiveHiding his face with fear,

lý leave you at home when we go to the shops

in the morning." And Beauty shrieks in pale affright,

This terrible threat had the desired effect, And Fame stands silent near,

for Beaty was known to reign despotic in the And Glory's laurels shrink and die, Changeless alone one brow and eye,

nursery; and her judgments being as merciful But they are of Despair.

as just, they were never interfered with by

Mrs. Seaton, the mother of these children. All watch the last skirts of the year,

Sweet were the young voices, and the patter. The wreck of minutes done,

ing of little feet, which assailed the happy paIn those deep waters disappear

rents' ears, as the little troop burst into their For ever from the sun,

room to wish them a good Hansel Monday. Leaving a dread tranquillity,

Mr. Seaton kissed his children, and then led As when a mighty ship at sea

them to their mother's bed. The three elder of Has just gone wildly down.

Beaty's charge could just on tiptoe reach the

mother's lips; whilst the father helped a round Where fleets the past?-But to life's task — face little girl to scramble up the bed, and The where, the when, the how,

Beaty held the crowing baby in her arms. Becomes no thing of earth to ask,

“Now, little Jane, you must not sit on mamWith “finite" on its brow;

ma's pillow,” exclaimed the dauntless James; Far better to the future bear

" for I know all our hansels are under it." Calm courage, not o'er-anxious care,

“ No, not all,” said the silver-tongued Mary, And let the ininutes go,

“ for I see something very pretty peeping out

on the other side. Oh, mamma, may I see it as privileged ground, where they could enact what it is?"

a thousand sports, sure of Beaty Lawson's asThe mother smiled, and Mary drew out a lit sistance and applause. Even Sunday, that tle green silk frock, with silver clasps.

day of injudicious gloom to many, shone a holi"Oh, it is for me," said the happy child, day to them; nay, it was the happiest day of “because I am papa's fairy !--And here is a all the seven, for the pious father spent it doll for Jane, and a purse for James, and ano with his children; and when retired from their ther for William; and a little one for me, I des parents, they had still to look to Beaty's Bible clare, besides my pretty frock !"

story; and whether it was to be Daniel in the "Oh, mamma and papa, how good you are lion's den—the children in the fiery fornace, or exclaimed the joyous creatures, and the kisses Mary's favourite Ruth, was the only question. were renewed.

Bụt we must not forget that Monday is al“ Now, my little ones, you must go to break- ready come, and that Beaty has to attend to fast. Nurse, take your boy; his mother's kiss other high behests. No light task was hers, to is all he cares for yet."

hear and answer the thousand questions and May God bless my infant!" breathed the never-ending projects, as to what their ex. grateful mother, imprinting a kiss upon his haustless wealth might be equal to procure. rosy cheeks.

But, before entering the tempting precincts of To breakfast the little ones went; but what the toy-shop, Beaty's custom bad ever been to child who knows the value of a sixpence, and exact from each child a tenth of its treasure, sces before him the toy-shop's boundless range, to be appropriated by her to some object of can look at“ parritch," on a Hansel Monday! charity; and this being given with open heart No! we may all remember the tumbled bed, and willing hand, there was no farther check the untasted breakfast, which told how un to the disposal of the rest. It was delight al necessary was sleep or food to the happy ex to listen to the various projected purchasespectants of a day like this!

the magnificent presents they intended to beAnd now the little coats, the worsted gloves, stow. William knew his papa wanted a baand snow-boots were duly buckled on, and the rometer, and did nurse think they would get it mother saw the joyous troop depart. She did at the toy-shop, and that Mrs. Connel would not detain them with ill-timed cautions, lec- give it him for half a crown? Then came a tures, or advice, to check the freedom of their list of gifts, commencing with a satin gown for wildest wishes; she stayed but for a moment mamma, and ending with a tea-canister for her little Mary, and, wrapping the Indian shawl Betty the cook. If these things were at last still closer on her breast, she bade Beaty take discovered to be beyond their grasp, and somecare of her gentle child. The two elder boys thing humbler was suggested when in the toy. had already gone out with Mr. Seaton; and shop, great at least had been their delight in Fanny, being a little beyond Beaty's control, talking of them, and Beaty was sure to make remained to accompany her mother.

honourable mention of the first intention on It was a pleasant sight for old and young, lo their return home. And now the toy-shops behold the various groups of restless, happy be having been ransacked, and the merits of goodings, which that day crowded the far-stretched humoured Mrs. Connel been thorougbly dis. line of Prince's Street. Already were to be cussed, another pleasure was still in storeseen some impatient little urchins, the off visit to George's Square, to taste old aunty spring og chicken-pecked mothers, returning Stewart's bun. This had always formed a part with their load of gilded baubles from their of the routine of Hansel Monday. carly walk. And passing them came upright, As long as the little Seatons could remempalc-faced girls the governess's pride! Poor ber George's Square, so long had aunty Stew. ihings, one day of freedom might have been art inhabited the same house, and sat at her permitted you, just to gild the gloom of such a little wheel in the saine chair, just between the life of vain and heartless toil! And now came fire-place and the window. Her grey silk youthful mothers, and proud young papas, with gown, her beautiful pinched cap, her silver hair riotous boys, and giggling rosy girls, as happy and smooth unwrinkled skin, these had never in the toy-shop as their children were. But altered. There stood the little table with her amongst all the various throng, none were more Bible, the newspapers and a volume of the naturally joyous than Beaty Lawson's brood. Spectator, and from year to year these dear They were the children of a good old-fashioned children had come, and still found all the same. nursery, where much kindness and little disci. The bright brass grate with its shining utensils, pline kept all in order. Beaty knew nothing the mahogany cat, on which the frothy butterof the thousand methods and never-ending ed toast was placed at breakfast, and the plates books, which are now thought necessary for were warmed at dinner;-the china figures on the education of youth. But she had all her the mantel-piece, where Sir John Falstaff, with Bible by heart, and the greater part of Shak. his paunch stuffed full of fun, still stood so speare, besides a superabundance of fairy tales, temptingly beyond their reach; these welland romantic ballads; and the little Seatons known sights were sure to meet their eyes as knew no severer punishment than Beaty's de the little folk marched into aunt Stewart's parclaring that she would not tell a story for a lour. week. Never was an impure word or a base “Well, my bairns, and is this you?" said the action known in Beaty's' nursery. Her own good old lady laying aside her spectacles, and mind was the mirror of purity and truth; her carefully marking with a pin the place in the heart the seat of ardent and active feeling. newspaper she had been reading; for since her

The little Seatons felt it no penance to be memory had begun to fail, she found this the confined to such a nursery. They looked upon surest way of making straight work of the pa.

pers." " Is this you, my bairns, come to wish little head. “Come in, my little Fairy-God your old aunty a good Hansel Monday, and bless the little creature-it is Queen Mab herteli her all your news? Mary, my little wo- self. inan, give Annie a cry; she'll be ap in the store-room looking after the bun." But it was

"And where got ye that gown sae gay, not necessary to hurry Annie, for she had heard My little Fairy Queen? the well-known little tongues in the parlour,


got it in the Fairies' land, and, “ Is that the little Seatons?" in her kindly

Where you have never been." voice, was answered by their running to meet

And where are my little men, Jemmy and her as she came down the stair, with a beaming Willie ?-Will your purses hold another halfface, and a plate well heaped with short-bread

crown, boys? God bless their comely faces! and with bun.

Annie! have you given them plenty of shortAapie, the unmarried daughter of Mrs.

bread? and Beaty, did you get a glass of wine? Stewart, was past the age of beauty, if she

Remember, ever had possessed it; but there was a charm about the whole of the Stewart family far be. “ Christmas comes but once a year, yond that of beauty, although some of them But once a-year, but once a-year; had been eminent for loveliness,--their minds Christmas comes but once a year, seemed never to grow old. There was within

And therefore we'll be merry." a springing well of warmth and kindliness, of cheerful thoughts and lively fun, which all the

So sung the old gentleman in the glee of his cares of this weary world had never checked. heart, rubbing his hands in pure delight. “And They had met with many trials, yet still they now, my little Fairy, you must give cousin saw the bright side of every thing, and their

Stewart his song." The little maid needed lives seemed but a continual song of thankful.

no second bidding, for she had sat and sung on ness to God.

cousin Stewart's knee, as long as she could re. The children now being seated, the great member, and still her song had been, coats unbuckled, the cold shoes taken off, and

"O gin my love were yon red rose, the little feet rubbed into a glow, a drop of

That grows upon the castle wa'; Aunty's cordial and a piece of bun was duly

And I mysell a drap of dew, administered to each. Then came the display

Into her bonny breast I'd fa'." of all the wonderful things which had been bought--the large Hansels which they had got; He had heard her mother sing it when she was and how the little tongues did go about all that somewhat older than Mary; and, perhaps, that had been felt, seen, and done since the morning! might account for the tears that dimmed the Oh, what a pity that Hansel Monday should good man's eyes when he kissed the child, and ever end! But Beaty Lawson reminded them said she was the image of her mother. But that it was getting late, and they had still to Beaty must now collect her flock and carry visit cousin Stewart in his room. It was not them off'; for there was yet one visit to be paid, to every one that this gentleman chose to which her benevolent heart could not omit. It slow himself, and few besides the little Şeatons was a visit to the house of mourning. dared to intrude on his Sanctum Sanctorum ; In one of those narrow closes which abound but they were always sure of a kind reception in the old part of the town of Edinburgh, lived How, with his kindly feelings and lively delight a poor widow of the name of Gray. This day in every thing which looked young and happy, of happiness to many, rose to her the anniver. Mr. Stewart had remained a bachelor, was like sary of lasting sorrow, But it had not always many other wonders, never rightly understood. been thus: No.-one year ago and not the But there he sat surrounded by his books, the youngest heart on Hansel Monday had looked picture of content. His pen seemed never idle, for fuller happiness than that of widow Gray. yet what he wrote, or where it went, or if the On that day twenty-two years before, she had world was ever the wise: for it, no one ever been made the blessed mother of a thriving knew; but at all events he was the busiest and boy. He was her only child,-long wished for, the happiest of men. Himself, his room, and all and granted when hope was almost dead. He about him, was the picture of comfort, order seemed to bring a blessing with him, for every and scrupulous tidyness. He had been a very thing had thriven with Agnes Gray since handsome man, and when dress was more the George's birth. Hansel Monday had been to distinguishing characteristic of a gentleman her the happiest day of her life,-it was the than it now is, his had still been conspicn- birth-day of her child; and though she had ous. Regularly as nine o'clock struck was Mr. since mourned over the grave of a kind hus. Stowart to be seen under the hands of an an. band, yet, when the day came round, the heart cient barber, who had shaved, powdered, and of Agnes still renewed her hymy of gratitude tied his cue for more than thirty years, discuss- to God. ing at the same time the politics of the day, That day twelve months past had been the mourning over the degeneracy of the times, day which the mother had fixed upon for the and quitting his master with the daily renewed | wedding of her son. " It was the happiest day feeling, that it would be well for the coun. of my life, George,” said she, “and I would try in general, and his pocket in particular, if have it the happiest day of yours; and if God there were many such gentlemen of the good spare me to see your Peggy as blest a mother old school

as I have been, then may I say, Lord, now The entrance of the little cousins was pre. lettest thou thy servant depart in peace;'. ceded by a gentle tap from Mary, who, being the Thus, with his mother's blessing warm at his decided favourite, was the first to peer in her l heart, and happiness brightening every feature,

• Why


did the youthful bridegroom quit his parent's wedding guests were the first to observe him, roof. He was to return in the evening with his and come to his assistance; he was carried into bride, who was henceforward to be the inmate the house of his Peggy's father, and it was of his mother's dwelling. The widow had no some time before he uttered a word. At last fears or misgivings as to the worth or excel- he opened his eyes; and as Peggy hung over loncy of George's wife ; for she had known and him, he pressed her hand, and faintly uttered, loved her from a child; and the first wish of “Let them carry me to my mother." After a her heart had been, that George should marry while, however, he recovered so far, as to be pretty Peggy Burns.

able to give some account of what had happen. The daylight had long passed away, and ed. The surgeon who had been called in, more than once had widow Gray trimined the having now made his appearance, the poor fire, and looked with pride and pleasure at the young man again petitioned to be taken to his well-furnished room which was to be the abode mother's house; and seeing that quiet was not of her new daughter. The hours passed by, to be obtained where he was, the surgeon agreed and still they did not come; Oh, what could to his immediate removal. stay them now? And for the first time alarm All now having quitted the house of Mrs. arose in the mother's heart. She took her seat Gray, except the surgeon and poor Peggy, the beside the fire, and tried to read her Bible; but mother, with trembling hands, assisted to un her heart throbbed and fluttered so, it was in dress her son, and stood by while he was bled. vain. At last she heard a noise,-ber ears The doctor now saw him laid quiet, and procould not be deceived,-it was their footsteps posed to leave them for the night. He had given on the stair. She hurried to the door with no hope—he had said nothing; and the unhappy a light,--a man, indeed, stood there; but the widow dared not to ask a question, for she read light fell upon the face of a stranger.

" Who

in his face the sentence of her son's death. aro you?" said the agitated mother.

Next morning, George desired to see the surdo I see you here? My God; has any thing geon alone, and after conversing with him for happened to my boy? Whose are those voices some moments, he sent for Peggy. They rethat I hear below?" And she would have mained for some time together, and when the rushed past him, but he caught her arm. mother entered the room, the poor girl was “Come into the house," said the compassionate seated by the bed, holding the band of her lover, stranger, “and I will tell you all."—“Oh, I paler if possible than before, but still, and silent, know it all already;" said the mother; “ my as death itself. boy, my boy is gone!"_"No, he is not dead'; “ Mother, I have been telling Peggy what I believe me, my poor woman, your son lives, but need not tell you, for I saw you knew how it he has been severely hurt, and they are now would be, when you laid me on this bed. And bringing him here at his own desire. I have dear mother, I have only one wish, and dressed his wound and perhaps”-


that is to see our good minister, and once more mother heard not what he said she remained hear his voice in prayer.-Oh! I hoped to have fixed to the spot-her eyes raised to heaven- seen him perform an office far different from her heart in silent prayer, as if imploring God this! but the Lord's will be done." The good for strength to bear her misery. It was indeed man came, and after a few words to the afilicta sight to harrow up the soul; her brave, her ed mother, he seated himself by the bed of her beautiful boy, was now brought back to his son. Peggy now rose for the first time, and mother's house, and laid upon the bed, pale, taking the widow aside, she said some words in bleeding, and almost lifeless. He was support. a low and earnest voice, but at that moment ed by the surgeon and some of the bridal party the minister called to them to kneel round whilst his poor Peggy pressed close to his side, George's bed, and then he prayed aloud with her face as white as her bridal garments. all the fervour of a feeling and a pious heart

, The mother asked not a question, but the His were indeed the words of eternal life; and facts were soon made known by those around as he poured out his spirit in prayer, this world, her. Her son had arrived within a few paces with all its sins and its sorrows, faded from of his father-in-law's door, when his attention was attracted to the opposite side of the street, The holy man now arose, and would have by the screams of a young girl, apparent!y left them, but Peggy starting forward, laid ber struggling to disengage herself from the rude hand upon his arm with a look of earnest sup: attack of iwo young men. He stopt for a moment, but persuading himself they were only

plication, and tried to speak; but the effort was

ioo much for her, and the mother then advan. claiming the privilege of Hansel Monday, to obtain a kiss from a pretty girl, he prepared to

ced to explain her wishes. “If you think there

is naething wrang in it, sir, Peggy wishes to be hurry on to his own appointment. A second appeal for help, however, in a voice of unequi: I looked at the dying man, and shook his head. vocal terror and supplication, rendered him ashamed of his momentary selfishness, and

Peggy knows that, sir," said widow Gray:

" she knows he has not many hours to live, but thinking of his own Peggy, he flew to the as. yet it is natural for her to wish sistance of the poor girl. Forcibly seizing the ihen her father could let her live with me." arm of the most troublesome of the two ruf. fians, he enabled the girl to make her escape; speak, "Oh? then, sir, I would be laid in

** And then," said Peggy, rousing herself to but at that moment, the other young man lurn. ing upon George,' threw him head foreznost ing her hand, added, “ In my grave, Peggy...

She could not say the word, but George clasp: with all his force against the iron The blow was fatally sovere, and he layar their

is that you would say. God bless you, dearest, feet bleeding and senseless. A party of the objection, and their hands were now

their eyes.


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wedlock. George's strength supported him From the New Monthly Magazine. through the sacred ceremony, and when the

THE FOUNTAIN OF OBLIVION. clergyman pronounced them man and wise, he opened his arms, received her to his bosorn, and

“ Implora pace." saying, “ God bless my Peggy," he expired. ONE draught, kind Fairy! from that fountain

Such was the story which the children had deep, heard from their nurse soon after it had hap- To lay the phantoms of a haunted breast, pened. Since then they had frequently visited And lone affections which are griefs, to steep the widow and her daughter, for Peggy had In the cool honey-dews of dreamless rest; never left her mother-in-law. Though poor | And from the soul the lightning.marks to lavenow, they were not altogether destitute, and

One draught of that sweet wave! the young widow added to their little stock, by taking in plain work. This was all she was Yet, mortal, pause !--within thy mind is laid able for. She had always been a delicate girl; Wealth, gather'd long and slowly; thoughts

divine and now sorrow, though quietly endured, was making deep inroads in her feeble frame. The Heap that full treasure-house; and thou hast cold of winter had borne hard upon Peggy; and

made when Beaty now saw her seated by the poor The gems of many a spirit's ocean thine: old woman, she felt that it would be difficult to

-Shall the dark waters to oblivion bear say, whether the ripe fruit or the blighted

A pyramid so fair? flower was likely to be soonest taken. The

Pour from the fount! and let the draught efface children, with instinctive feeling, had hid their

All the vain lore by Memory's pride amass'd, toys in Beaty's mantle as they ascended the stair. "Do not let poor Peggy see our play: And fill the hollow channels of the past !

So it but sweep along the torrent's trace, things, to put her in mind of Hansel Monday,”

And from the bosom's inmost-folded leaf said little William. Poor things, it was kindly

Raze the one master-grief! meant; but Hansel Monday was written in Peggy's heart in characters too deep to be ever Yet pause once more !-All, all thy soul hath effaced from it. As they softly entered, they known, found the widow seated by the fire, her wheel, Loved, felt, rejoiced in, from its grasp must for that day, was laid aside, while Peggy sat fade! beside her with her open Bible upon her knee, -Is there no voice whose kind, awakening apparently reading to her. “Do not let me in- tone terrupt you, Peggy," said the nurse ; " our visit A sense of spring-time in thy heart hath mado? must be very short; but my bairns have brought No eye whose glance thy day.dreams would Agnes and yourself some little things to show recall? their good-will, for they well know it is not -Think-wouldst thou part with all ? what this world can now bestow that is any thing to you.”—“ That is true," said Peggy, Fill with forgetfulness!—there are, there are, clasping her Bible to her breast, “ this book is

Voices whose music I have loved too well; my best treasure; and oh! may these dear Eyes of deep gentleness-but they are far, bairns feel it to be such even in their young Never, oh! nover in my home to dwell! days of happiness and joy! So may God

Take their soft looks from off my yearning spare them the sore lesson He saw fit that I soulshould learn; yet sweet are the uses of adver

Fill high the oblivious bowl! sity." — Yes," said the old woman, Peggy doesna mean to murmur.

And do not, dear

pause again !- with Memory wilt thou cast children, amongst all the happy faces you have Hope of reunion, heart to heart at last,

The undying hope away, of Memory born? seen to-day, think that God has forgotten us. No; he has made his face to shine upon us in

No restless doubt between, no rankling thorn? all our sorrow, and filled our hearts with peace,

Wouldst thou erase all records of delight, and hope, and joy! Poor Peggy had but one

That make such visions bright? care when she rose this morning, and felt how Fill with forgetfulness, fill high!-yet stayweak she was; and even that is now removed, -'Tis from the past we shadow forth the land, for both our good minister, and your dear Where smiles long lost, again shall light our mother, bave been here to-day, and they have way, promised Peggy that if it pleased the Lord that And the soul's friends be wreath'd in one bright she should join him that's gone, before his poor band: old mother does, they will iake care of her. So - Pour the sweet waters back on their own now her poor heart is at rest, and we can both rill, wait for God's good time in peace.” The chil.

I must remember still! dren now bestowed their little gifts, and received the blessing of the widow and her daugh- For their sake, for the dead—whose image ler. Their little hearts were full, and the tears

nought stood in their bright eyes when they departed. May dim within the temple of my breast, But at their age, such tears inay purify, but do for their love's sake, which now no earthly not long sadden, the heart.

May shake or trouble with its own unrest,
Though the past haunt me as a spirit-yet
I ask not to forget!


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