Kettering, Thrapston, and Huntingdon Railway Company, was held in Westminster, when a resolution was passed authorizing the directors to borrow upon mortgage any sum not exceeding 75,000l. 5th. The price of butter at Stamford market, was 2s. 4d. per fb. 6th. Mr. Toder's field of standing corn, near Muskham church, Epworth, by the side of the Great Northern Railway, was set on fire by sparks from the engines as they passed. About 9 acres were destroyed. 8th. At Werrington, 15 acres of barley were burnt by cinders from a railway engine, on the Great Northern line. On the same evening a fire broke out in a wheat field adjoining the Great Northern Railway at Helpston, the property of Mr. Bellars, farmer, of that place. A public sale by auction of 425 unissued 10l. shares in the Boston, Sleaford, and Midland Counties' Railway, took place in the Corn-exchange, Boston. Mr. A. Reynolds officiated as auctioneer. These shares are guaranteed 44 per cent. by the Great Northern Company in perpetuity, besides a bonus of about 3s. 6d. per share to be divided this year. The shares fetched from 91. 5s. to 91. 10s. per share. The Perpendicular east window of five lights, in King's Cliffe church, has been filled with stained glass by Mrs. Nevinson, of Hampstead, as a memorial to her brother, the late Ven. Archdeacon H. K. Bonney, D.D., Rector of Cliffe. It is a picture window, the subjects representing our Saviour and four of the Apostles. T. Burchnall, Chatteris, has a bean growing in his garden of the long pod kind which has put forth three stems, the main one bearing upon it 49 pods and the three branches 79, making 128,and each averaging four beans, thus producing 512 beans from one seed. At Old Bolingbroke, Spilsby, much consternation has been felt in consequence of the appearance of a ghost on the premises of Mr. Inman. A large number of credulous persons assemble every night in the vicinity where this apparition is said to be visible. This extraordinary state of excitment has now continued more than a week. Death. JULY 17th. At the Rectory House, Belton, near Grantham, in the 79th year of his age, the Hon. and Rev. Richard Cust, Rector of Belton, Prebendary of Lincoln, and Rural Dean of North Grantham. The deceased was the third son of the first Lord Brownlow, and was born 26th August, 1785. He held at different times various livings in the county of Lincoln, which he afterwards resigned. He was instituted to the Rectory of Belton (St. Peter and St. Paul) on the 25th of July, 1810, on the presentation of his father Lord Brownlow, so that he had nearly completed the 54th year of his Incumbency in that benefice. He was a gentleman well known for his kind and courteous disposition, and for his great benevolence in the promotion of all charities connected with the Established Church. He erected in 1848, at his sole expense, a beautiful church at Manthorpe, and subsequently augmented the endowment of 1301. (given by his brother, Earl Brownlow) to 2001. per annum. He was a large contributor to the restoration of churches at Snelland and other parishes; and in 1863 he devoted above 8007. for the building of an infant school in Little Gonerby, and added an endowment of 1000l. to enable the Vicar of Grantham to hold an evening service every Sunday in the school-room. THE NEWS MAGAZINE, A MONTHLY PERIODICAL. No. 5.1 NOVEMBER, 1864. [Vol. 1. แ INTEMPERANCE. On this subject we do not wish our remarks to be misinterpreted. We will, therefore, first of all, give our definition of three words. By "intemperance we mean drunkenness; by "temperance" we mean moderation or sobriety; and by "total abstinence " we mean teetotalism. We should not like to deceive our readers by the terms we make use of. We would not ask you to follow our banner, inscribed with the word "Temperance" to a Meeting-house or Lecture-room, and when we had drawn you there, insist upon your becoming teetotallers! We would be consistent: and for your information we beg to observe, didactically, that "temperantia" is not the exact synonym for "abstinentia." We refer you to the "abstineto irarum" of Horace, and the temperantia in victu" of Cicero. Although Horace uses, for the sake of his verse, a Greek construction, he does not cause Venus to tell Europa to be moderately angry! Neither does Cicero mean a total abstinence from food! We, on this occasion, in raising our voice against intemperance, wish you to understand distinctly that we are not raising it in favour of total abstinence, except in special cases, where a special remedy is absolutely required. We leave the total abstainers themselves to advocate their practice anywhere and everywhere, and to obtain as many followers as they can. We only practice temperance, so we cannot be expected to appreciate all the peculiar physical, and other benefits that are alleged to be derivable from the practice of total abstinence. “'Tis to thy rules, O TEMPERANCE! that we owe All pleasures that from health and strength can flow, Unclouded reason, sentiment refined." Chandler. We are utterly opposed to Intemperance, we believe it leads to all other vices; it is the most pernicious and dangerous failing to which a man can possibly be addicted. In its very nature it is at variance with reason, the noblest faculty of man, and possessed by him alone. Like an able general, Intemperance conquers as if by stratagem, and leads the person on, who accepts the false allurements presented to his view, until at length the long-besieged fortress of Reason yields to the dreadful impulse, and involves the unfortunate victim in a miserable destruction. That intemperance is the forerunner of a long train of evils we cannot for one moment doubt. Living examples are constantly obtruding themselves before our eyes, whose riotous and indecent behaviour we might imagine would be sufficient to disgust all spectators, and make every one avoid intemperance with the utmost caution. If a man could only see his own despicable appearance when in a stupid state of inebriety, we should think he F We would feel so ashamed of himself that he would never more violate the rules of temperance. We hold drunkenness in abhorrence, and yet we are not disposed to become total abstainers. If hundreds and thousands hit the mean between two extremes-between intemperance and total abstinence— surely hundreds and thousands more may do likewise with advantage. cannot see that it is necessary for a man to deprive himself entirely of a glass of ale or wine, unless he cannot help getting drunk if he once tastes the beverage. In such a helpless, childish case we would recommend any individual to totally abstain. When we consider that man has the power of judging between right and wrong, it is most wonderful to us that the charms (?) of intoxication should so easily gain the mastery over his better understanding, and that he should, in an hour or two, allow himself to become a more abject creature than the meanest brute in creation. Alas! man, thou favoured being, gifted by nature beyond all others of the earth, how irreconcilable are thy proceedings, how mean and grovelling thy pleasure, how debased thy ideas. See thyself, O drunkard! as we saw thee, a short time ago, lying senseless on a public road, at noon-day, unable to stand or move, until the driver of a conveyance gets down, and rolls thee out of the way of his horse. See thyself, Ŏ miserable man! as we saw thee, unable to speak or stir, kicked by the tiny feet of thy little ones, whilst thy wretched wife, in her frantic rage urges them on "to wake thee up!" See thyself, tipsy culprit, as we saw thee, carried to bed, groaning and helpless, amidst the jeers of the servants at the Hotel, whither thou wentest sober, the same evening, and, to all appearance a gentleman. How altered thy state of body and mind compared with our own! We will sound our own trumpet for once. We entered with thee that same Hotel. We had the same chance to dethrone our reason as thou haɗst, but we did not avail ourselves of it, we had better conduct. What shall we say then? For thee, it seems, there is no "middle" way, no "mean," no temperance!" Henceforth thou must drink water only. Thou art "not able to do as others do," then, pitiable specimen of humanity! drink water only to the end of thy days-it is thy only chance; sign a bit of paper, perhaps that will bind thee-at all events, thou hast no power to stop at moderation without something to bind thee;-thou must go the whole animal, and make thyself one too. For thee, and on thy account only, about 25 years ago, sprang up TEETOTALISM: go and sign the pledge. Intemperance (considered as it tends to destroy the constitution, and impair those faculties which distinguish man from the beasts that perish,) is no other than a voluntary suicide, more deliberately carried on, than when an individual in the heat of phrensy, at a supposed loss of reputation or fortune, snatches the loaded pistol, and welcomes death as a more desirable companion, than the world could continue to be, where such accumulated misfortunes, or aggravating insults, are threatening to overwhelm, and ruin him and though the conduct of either is highly reprehensible-of the two, the drunkard deserves the greater share of censure. The one calmly and slowly opens a vein, and suffers the blood to ooze away drop by drop-sees the wound, and will not apply a remedy; while the other, hurried away by a passion bordering on madness, without consideration, pulls the fatal trigger, or swallows the noxious draught that puts an end to his existence. The man who is constantly, or frequently in a state of drunkenness, is continually creating for himself new sources of pain and sorrow; the faculties both of mind and body become weakened; and, before the years of early manhood are half passed away he is a miserable being, haunted with the reflection of his own misconduct. But, : too far gone, he cannot now retract;" and, in order to drown such reflections as produce shame and remorse, he again quaffs the seductive bowl, he drinks it to the dregs; soon the time of his wilfully hastened dissolution arrives, and he is snatched away, perhaps, amidst the fancied taunts of visible demons, "with all his imperfections on his head." This picture is a fearful one, and by no means an uncommon one. Drunkard! take note of it, let it not be thy case. Sobriety-temperance-moderation, these three have one and the same meaning. Let us fix then on our standard. We can laud Temperance as certainly necessary for the health of the body; it is calculated to enable us to lead a long and happy life; through it we may enjoy the blessings of a contented mind in our old age, whilst we may fancy ourselves in body as robust as youths. October, 1864. HOW WILL IT END? Caroline Trimnell was the daughter of a gentleman in easy circumstances living in the county of Northampton. In personal endowments she yielded to very few, and her disposition was truly amiable. A friendly and familiar intercourse having long subsisted between her father and a Mr. Anderson, who resided in the neighbourhood, the same familiarity, which in time ripened into a more tender attachment, sprang up between Caroline and young Charles, Mr. Anderson's son. Charles was open, generous, and brave; he had received an education which fitted him to serve his country on that element which is the scene of her proudest triumphs, and which bears the surest bulwarks of her defence. By his gallantry he was advanced very rapidly in his profession, and at an early age was appointed commander of a sloop-of-war, which was soon after ordered to a West Indian station. Charles had usually passed the greater part of his time, when he was on shore, in the company of Caroline, and each appeared necessary to the other's happiness, yet no explicit declaration had passed between them. Being, however, upon the eve of leaving her for a long time, he could not refrain from candidly making a warm avowal of the passion that filled his heart—“ all which to hear, the maid did tenderly incline;"—and he took his farewell leave of Caroline Trimnell with every feeling of satisfaction swelling in his bosom, conscious that he had not urged his suit in vain. When he had been gone about a year, a relation of Caroline's, by the mother's side, left her a very large fortune, and entirely at her own disposal. This acquisition rendered her an object of attention to many dashing young gentlemen of taste, who before had not been able to discover anything in her deserving their particular notice; and, among others, a baronet of the name and title of Sir Thomas Goxhill, the owner of a considerable estate in North Lincolnshire, which, however, was burdened with many incumbrances from his luxurious and extravagant style of living. Sir Thomas saw and soon became enamoured of Caroline, or rather of her newly-acquired fortune. He addressed himself to her father, who received his application in the most favourable manner; but, when he began to explain his views and wishes to the young lady herself, he was answered with a coldness which might have sufficiently shown him that her affections were fixed upon some other object, or at least that it was not probable that he would ever be able to obtain them. That the former was the case he immediately conjectured, but this only irritated his pride to strive to overcome the obstacle, and to bear away the prize from his rival. He soon learned enough of her history to discover who was the favoured youth; and his designs were, unexpectedly, greatly promoted by intelligence being received, of the truth of which no doubt could be entertained, that Mr. Anderson's ship had been taken by the enemy, after a severe engagement, in which more than half the crew, and the greater part of the officers, were killed. After this news, many months passed away, and Caroline received no further information whatever respecting Charles, neither did any of his own family know any more than she did; so that it seemed very doubtful whether he were still alive. Mr. Trimnell now began earnestly to urge his daughter, no longer obstinately to slight an offer so advantageous as that made her by the baronet, especially as it now seemed probable she would never more behold the lover on whom she appeared to have bestowed her heart. Although Mr. Trimnell knew something of the baronet's dissipated way of life, and could not express his approval thereat, yet he also knew that he possessed a large estate, and he was not acquainted with all the incumbrances with which it was loaded. But the constancy of Caroline was not to be shaken either by the serious remonstrances of her father, or the warm solicitations of Sir Thomas, until the latter had recourse to a stratagem, which, however frivolous and contemptible it may appear, had well nigh produced at last, the result he aimed at. Miss Trimnell, though not destitute of very excellent sense in all other respects, was too credulous with regard to the possibility of foretelling future events by the methods of divination. She had passed, when a child, a great deal of her time with an old maiden Aunt, who was a firm believer in, and a continual inquirer after the soothsayers, or fortune-tellers, who practice these arts; and she had thus acquired a degree of belief in them of which she had never been able entirely to divest herself. She had chanced to express this belief in some conversation she had with Sir Thomas, who, though not remarkable for wisdom, much prided himself on possessing a considerable amount of cunning, and a propensity to all the sinister arts of intrigue. He immediately conceived that by taking advantage of her credulity in this respect, he might be able to push forward his designs. Encouraged by some concurring circumstances, he endeavoured to practice upon her weakness in the following manner. Miss Trimnell had gone to reside a few weeks at the house of a lady, with whom she was particularly intimate, who resided near Dulwich, and in the neighbourhood of that wood, which was somewhat celebrated for being the haunt of those wandering prophetesses called gipsies. Here it was her practice to rise early in the morning, and walk in the fields, and skirts of the wood, admiring the beauties of nature, and not unfrequently thinking upon her lost Charles, and revolving in her mind various reasons that might be assigned for his long silence, without supposing that he was either dead or had forgotten her. Sir Thomas, by his emissaries, bribed one of the most artful of the gipsies in that locality, to throw herself in the way of Caroline, and tell her her future destiny, according to instructions which she would receive. This fortune-teller was soon put in possession of all the necessary information, and she acted her part with great adroitness. The next time, therefore, that Miss Trimnell took her solitary ramble, she was accosted by this withered prophetess, who solicited permission to examine |