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    tlxusiasm , — to overthrow slavery , to extinguish drunkenness , to find for women new occupations , and open to them every kind oi' education ; to improve the treatment of criminals , to find new parents for orphans , to instruct the deaf and dumb , and other helpless persons . But the ecclesiastical organs , I believe , giye no aid to any of those objects ; some they actively oppose ; others they quietly discourage ; the rest they ignore . Thus Protestant ¦ churclies , in their freest development , show that they are not disposed to accept as theirs Ibfi moral work of the day . It less encumbered with ceremonies tban that of Rome , yet they are effectually encumbered by theology , so as not to come into fulLcontact with the < iaily realities of life . " It is scarcely possible , in the limits of mi article , to enter upon the second part of Mr . Newman ' s book , the " problem of reconstruction . He is hopeful that the day is not far distant , -when a really Catholic Church , " the

    Church of the Future , may arise . The seed has been already sown : u Humanist Churches , " says Mr . Newman , " are already formed in England , Italy , Germany , and America . " We must refer the reader to the volume itself , for the excellent " practical suggestions upon the internal government and conduct of such a Church as is here described , the principles on which it should be based , and the reforms at which it should aim . Many of the hopes and aspirations contained in these pages -will doubtless be styled Utopian , by reformers less sanguine or less earnest . Our last extract shall be one which bears on this subject ; it well deserves to be kept in our minds and hearts .

    " To have an . ideal for which we live and die , is n first pre-requisite for a life which deserves to be called human . If we had none , we should be mere creatures of desire , carried away by it , as inanimate bodies by attraction , or beasts by their momentary inclinations the nowers of the Will would be unexercised ^ and there would be no moral persistency . Accordipgasthe ideal is worthy or unworthy , the life is beneficial or pernicious ; but in ' either ease it is human , and it is unselfish . Our highest ideal is ( whether we know it or not ) a God to us ; and if we devote ourselves to it , we are practical Theists , whatever our creed . lie who worships no ideal at all , but lives for self , is the real atheist . "

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    ELEGANT EXTRACTS FROM MODERN MUSES . Whims we lave been giving our attention , for some little time past , to the prose-writers of the season exclusively , the poets have been , quietly accumulating on our table until we find seven volumes of verse , by seven different rhymers , mutely appealing to us to be examined and reported on . Some days since -we ^ endeavoured to prepare ourselves for the performance of this duty by looking through our new collection of poems in a general way ; proposing to pay particular attention , afterwards , to each poet in turn . Xhis latter design , however , we have found ourselves entirely unequal to -execute—awing principally , as we are disposed to imagine , to the present heat of the weather . J 3 very attempt we have made to read anyone of our seven poets carefully and conscientiously , with a view to the production , of a fit critical estimate of their Works , lias resulted ( we blusb . to confess ) in the production of nothing but perspiration . We have tried readin g in our shirt sleeves , reading in a draught , and reading in a recumbent position without neckcloth aud slippers ; and have , in every instance , only got the hotter for our pains . In this lamentable emergency , what is to be done ? , It would , on the one hand , be the heighth of injustice not to notice our seven poets because we have been unable to read their verses with proper attention ; and it would , on the other , be perfectly monstrous to venture upon giving ^ an opinion , on works the merits of which we have found oui * selves to be incapable of testing . There seems to be but one fair and satisfactory way of escaping out of the difficulty ; and that is , to let the poets speak for themselves ., without any coniment whatever on our part . We will , therefore , with the reader ' s permission , give specimens of each gentleman ' s IVIuse in turn ; merely premising that our only prin c p le of selection is to pick out the shortest examples we light on , in the first instance ; and to choose those passages—wherever we can—which have the advantage of being complete in themselves . Let us open the list at once with a speciiuen of MXl . PATRICK" SCOTT ' S M . USK . * It T \ . .

    " Mother of many children , born in lieaven , And denfoen'd with man , divinest end Of labouring reason ! unto theo ' tis given , Beauty , thou sun of inner worlds , to lend A rudiunt shadow of thyself , and shed A glory upon earth from thy God-crowned head 2 Man works by modes , and those mny not attain A part in thee , mid oft the fainting force Ami the dimni'd vision mark his upward course To thy fur templo j ho but moves between The darkness of Jus toil , and the fair scene Which thou dost open on him , as the crown Of his endurance : sprrow > too , mini sin , Arc moulds to shapo his spirit , the tirut frown Heralding Nature ' s smile ; his infant soul la perfected through media , and within Its chmnbors dwells the educating light , Till oarth ' a fore-spent necessities , shall roll Their ciirtuinirig clouda away , and Bmuty Hood tho sight . " MB . HUN BY NUTCOSUIKOXBNIIAM ' S MUBJJi . f " To II . 1 > . L . 11 Tho loyal heart h lightest Whou just disenthralled from fears , Tho smile of love is brightest , When it is dimmed by toajw s " The snow-drop glitters purest When butlwuln early dew Pilondwhip is ever surest When tenra have proved it true . " Then , dearest , lut uo sorrow On bitter memories dwell , Tho promiau of tho murrow Hath a gladivr , holier apel ) . u And lovo'u keeit oyo-gluuoo reivdoth That taliHinnu aright , For liLLlo uldll tliero uccdelh , Wlion hearts , with hourta unite . "

    mr . ja 1 ub d . uoruocks ' s muse . * "Toa . Ladx heaths g Bxrox . il Those pages thou dost gaze upon , " Replete with thoughts divine , Oh ! would that they for me had woa A single thought of thine . " I fancied as I sat by theo That thou didst share the pain And pleasure that pervaded me , And scarcely could refrain " From softly breathing in thine ear Those feelings long repressed ; I deemed that in thine eyes the tear Some sympathy expressed . " Oh ! tell me it deceived me not , And that thou , too , canst feel , And that I may unburden what I can no more conceal . ** If I have « rred . O narrinn me 1

    But since , alas ! we ' ve met , All that I now can ask of thee Is , ' Bid me hot forget !*" MB . WARWICK BEECHWOOD ' S MUSK . f " l ' r . ESEXCE AXI > AliSESCE . < s There is a time when bliss o ' erpowers The heart which with its weight must stoop , Like Spring-time ' s early-opened flowers Whose dew-drenched buds with sweetness droop : Hast felt it , Love ? Ah ! thus should I Joy now , if tlioy . wert only nigh . " There is a moment when the mind , Wearied of life , would snap the chain That binds to earth , and longs to find Death ' s solace for its grief and pain : Thus now I writhe ; my heart thus sear : . Where art thou , Love ? Alas , not here i " ( jfE . ?) euthee ' s arusE . J . ¦ " If tbou wiJt of my way become the fellov % Heed not the war of critic hosts so Punic , But listen to rny songs as to a mellow- * Vnir » pr ? Hirr ? om / Snrr tha Kn « lific . 'Tic n T ? nnir »

    Lay , of the northern Gothic islands keeping A little use ; and robed in bardic tunic , Beneath a canopy in kingly keeping , Darkling I sing it on the gold-topped hills , O ' er which all night the sun's fresh light is peeping . Yet oft , like tidal streams , the measure fills ' With heavy sorrow , felt as 'twere my own , And drops into the dark of human ills . I sing of things which I have seen and known , From fiction borrowing only what the art Of verse requires ; from human life , as shown Daily to all , it is my single part To note whatever claims ' my just regard , And scenes beloved to map on memory ' s chart . If any marvel how these things I heard , — . 1 gather'd them , like passion-flowers , in youth ; Then little thinking that a vulgar bard , I one day should become , who , touched with rvttb , Should weep as never , for a weak relief , One weeps in telling of a white untruth . " MK . S . II . BttADBUKY ' S MUSE . § " I walked with thee one wealthy summer ' s rright , In grove bedecked with flowers ; ' Our cheeks einbath&d in the moon ' s pale light , Falling in beamy showers . There was a luxury in thy silken hair , When rippling o'er thy cheek In radiant waves ; thine eyes threw light so fair , I felt too great to speak . u My soul danced high in bliss—a splendid swoon—A brilliant rapture swept High up my heart , clear as the silent moon ,

    And stars their splendours wept . I hoard tho beatings of thy heart , and felt ; Cold dewdrops chilled thy breast ; And saw the distant hills of white clouds melt Far down the star-paved west . u The azure gulf of Heaven was filled with stars , The glittering fruit of God ; The mellowed moonbeams fell like golden bars , ( Silding eaith ' a dew-bnthad sod . I saw thy languaged eyes wore ripe with charms , A smnincr-burat of lovo ; And close inapherfcd in thy pulo round amis , I dreamed 1 shono above . M . H . JOSJEFJX LOSGUVN'lVs . MUSIS . || " Lot Qod bo praised for till His waya . But most for having made tho Indies ; Ho serves us all both great aud small , But most in having sent us ladies . " Thore ' s nothing in tho world so sweet , There ' s nothing such a ti-eat « s ladies ; The joys ot' heaven cannot compote , With those wo lind in tender ladies . " Whatever pain our fate may bring , Whilo ^ separated from tho ludies , We'll fiuitiy every punga wing , That helps uh on towards tno ladies .

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    * Zone , a Talc of ( he Kalian ) Vu >; and other Jtowiu . hj Jwnoa D . Uurrookv . ( Joun . Chapman . ) N 4 The Friends , ami other roans . By Wnrwick R . wilnvood . QLongmMi . - ) 1 Haymaker * ' / tutorial . Twotoa Cantos in Turzu AW . » j Huthor . ( Georgo Boll . ) § JCtUor , and Miscellaneous Lyru- » . Uy S . H . Urndbury , 4 l < ia » Uon . ( bimpkio ftod Marahall . ) , „ . _ ,. n , , » r , || Traphely : or , a CycL « V > tAe WorlW * Veatinjf . A Poom . tn 6 w Doob $ . liy Joflopb . ^ ongland . " ( pnuudcre «« d Otlcy . )

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    July 29 , 1854 . ] THE LEADER . 715

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    • A l \> ot > j Children . By Patrick Scott . ( Longmuu . ) / i . t . ^ ' ^ f 8 ent < inw of Kaivee , awl otftmr I ' o < iv * & . By lienry Nutcombo O * enluuu , M . A . ( WJ ^ UakwO .

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  • Leader (1850-1860), July 29, 1854, page 715, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2049/page/19/