Up to the chamber where she pillowed sits Those words, that touch upon her hand from him The king alone perceived the covert sense On opening flower-cups o'er her lips was borne. And Lisa? she no longer wished for death; She thought no maid betrothed could be more For treasure must be valued by the test And strengthened the sweet body, once so weak, The king, when he the happy change had seen, A lake of splendour 'mid the aloes grey- The king and queen, by gracious looks and Encourage her, and thus their courtiers teach And soon the ladies and the barons all Then Lisa, wrapt in virgin wonderment 66 Which left no further good for her to seek And that no joy might lack, the king, who knew At last he said to Lisa, with an air Gallant yet noble: "Now we claim our share small; But heaven has seen that for no moment's space From your sweet love, a share which is not That soared to sing, to break its breast, and die. For in the sacrament one crumb is all." seen. And many witnessed that King Pedro kept L'ENVOI. Reader, this story pleased me long ago owe. GEORGE ELIOT. burnt by the common hangman, and then discovering that they had passed a vote of thanks to the preacher. This happened in 1772. We notice that Mr. Palgrave mentions the case of John Asgill, "translated Asgill," as he was called, but does not seem to be aware, or at all events does not state, that he was actually a member of Parliament, and was expelled on account of his book on the non-necessity of death. The House of Commons. By Reginald F. was too serious. There is something very amusD. Palgrave. (Macmillan.) — Mr. Palgrave pub-ing, too, in the House ordering a sermon to be lishes in this volume three lectures which he delivered on the House of Commons, its history, power, privileges, method of conducting business, &c. It makes a very pleasant, readable book, full of information carefully collected, and put together not without art, much of which will be novel to many readers. We should like to know, for instance, how many persons are aware of the fact that the mace which is laid before the Speaker does not belong to that officer or to the Parliament, but is lent by the Queen? There are not a few amusing stories to be found here. Here is one that illustrates the good taste of the House as an assembly of gentlemen. A speaker descanting on the blessings which war destroys said, "What should I now see if I now went home? My children playing by my fireside." Every one looked at the clock; it was two hours past midnight, but no one laughed; the subject Spectator. A WELL-KNOWN street preacher in Edinburgh visited several bakers' shops on Good Friday, and from the cab of which he is the driver lenounced the sin of Protestant bakers preparing idols for Papists to worship in the shape of he cross buns! London Scotsman, PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION AT THIS OFFICE: HISTORICAL SKETCHES OF THE REIGN OF GEORGE II. These very interesting and valuable sketches of Queen Caroline, Sir Robert Walpole, Lord Chesterfield, Lady Mary Wortley Montague, The Young Chevalier, Pope, John Wesley, Commodore Anson, Bishop Berkeley, and other celebrated characters of the time of George II., several of which have already appeared in the LIVING AGE, reprinted from Blackwood's Magazine, will be issued from this office, in book form, as soon as completed. LETTICE LISLE. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY LITTELL & GAY, BOSTON. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. FOR EIGHT DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will be punctually for. warded for a year, free of postage. But we do not prepay postage on less than a year, nor where we have to pay commission for forwarding the money. Price of the First Series, in Cloth, 36 volumes, 90 dollars. Any Volume Bound, 3 dollars; Unbound, 2 dollars. The sets, or volumes, will be sent at the expense of the publishers. PREMIUMS FOR CLUBS. For 5 new subscribers ($40.), a sixth copy; or a set of HORNE'S INTRODUCTION TO The Bible, unabridged, in 4 large volumes, cloth, price $10; or any 5 of the back volumes of the LIVING AGE, in numbers, price $10. A CLUSTER OF LYRICS. OCCULT SYMPATHIES. THE FIRST IDEA. Snow white locks are fair as golden, Grey as lovely as the brown, And the smile of age more pleasant Than a youthful beauty's frown. 'Tis the soul that shapes the features, Fires the eye, attunes the voice; Sweet sixteen! be these your maxims, When you're sixty you'll rejoice! All the Year Round. IF Nature knew my sorrow Or if she knew my pleasures Not at all! Oh, not at all! And knows not of our care. What signifies to them our happiness or woe? Let the hoarse billows roar! Let the wild breezes blow! THE SECOND IDEA. Not so, grave moraliser, That we ourselves to Nature She pranks her in our guise, The bells ring merry mad: If we are grieved at heart, And winds among the trees, and waves upon the shore Sound sadly, ever sadly - sadly evermore! THE GOURD AND THE PALM. A PERSIAN FABLE. Through all the palm tree's leaves there went "I live my life," it, whispering, said; BEAUTIFUL IN OLD AGE. How to be beautiful when old? You'll be handsome when you're old. QUIA TIMET. I LOVE the dear delightful spot Where linden trees their shadows throw; I love the cool and shady grot Near where the babbling brooklets flow. There I can rove, of care divest, And let my fancy wander free; Nor mandamus makes me afraid. I lave my feet in its cool wave. Common of piscary I own, In that delightful brooklet's bed; Nor envy I those valued rovers; I move no court for leave to change it; No plaints of mine shall e'er derange it. No declarations more I'll make, Nor general nor special plea; No rule for judgment shall I take, Or e'er apply for a decree. I'll cease from following fortune's gleams, I've jettisoned those youthful dreams LOLD of the Manor, wrecks are thine, Thou art the KING'S well known grantee; Take then those youthful dreams of mine Safe in thine Admiralty. And when life's voyage is safely past Past all the tempests of the main In Heaven's High Chancery at last, Let me redeem my dreams again. Round Table. From The Quarterly Review. AIMS OF MODERN MEDICINE.* THE title of the above named work might lead some of the unprofessional public to the idea that physicians, or at least certain physicians, were putting forth a confession of faith, which would claim to be a test of orthodoxy on the subjects with which it deals. It might be hoped, by such as would fain have all their affairs conducted on established principles, that here was at length a body of Articles,' a 'Westminster Confession,' a 'Longer Catechism' of medical matters, which might be a touchstone to try the judgments of their own domestic doctor, or the consultant whose name has been so eagerly pressed upon them by anxious friends; while those, in whom the AngloSaxon instinct of dissenting opposition is warm, might fly to it to learn what are the banners against which their arrows should be levelled. Others might suppose it to be on the plan of the well-known 'Système de la Nature,' and to be a professed exponent of the harmony which binds all its parts into one consistent whole. These and even some more reasonable expectations would be disappointed; for never probably did an encyclopædic work less aim at fulfilling them. It appears to be the first of its class which has deliberately eschewed all' General Articles,' as they are technically called, which usually act the part of bridle and spur to keep the author in the road which the editor would have him travel. The word System, as here used, is limited to the very first meaning which its derivation suggests; it implies simply the putting together in these two first volumes one hundred and eight original essays by thirtyseven authors on given subjects; and the energies of the editor, except where he appears in the character of a contributor, have been expended in arranging the independent contributions, preventing repetition and overlapping, or struggling against the greedy claims for space made by some fanatics for their own offspring. In this he has not been idle, for we can trace scars, if not open wounds made by the pruning knife. But he has not, at least in print, indulged A System of Medicine. Edited by J. Russell Reynolds, M. D. London. Vol. I. 1866; Vol. II. 1868. himself in the more interesting, if more hazardous task, of pointing out what, if any, harmony exists between them; of determining whether, in acknowledging a common aim, they take common paths towards that aim; and whether, and in what characteristics, such paths are preferable to those followed by their predecessors. This reticence of the editor gives a peculiarly happy opportunity to those desirous of forming a true notion of the position of medical science in the present day. For if we can trace any harmonies, we may be' sure they are the unintentional expression of the inner soul. The writers are on no platform or stage, and the methods of treatment are not selected or rejected as representing by their features a particular part. And in their multitude also there is much safety for him who would use the volumes as historical landmarks. They represent their generation, not merely the idea of an individual. One finds in the genuine writings of an Hippocrates and of a Van Helmont, anticipations of nature which have lain dormant for centuries; these are the man's own sentiments and nothing more; for a hero is in advance of his contemporaries and not the outcome of the general feeling and tendency: but it is the Hippocratici,' the contributors of the imitated works of their master, who are the truly representative men. We must also on the same grounds thank the editor for not having selected as contributors men who have acquired reputation among the public for the application of special modes of practice, or the treatment of special diseases. His fellow-workers are nearly all teachers of general medicine at general hospital schools. Thus a breadth of view is attained which is missed by those who carry to excess the principle of a division of labour in intellectual work. Our thanks are all the more due, inasmuch as he takes this course in opposition to a tendency of certainly a majority even of otherwise sensible persons, who seem still as much as ever disposed to favour specialities. We remember a farmer's wife not fifteen miles from London, who, when her husband was gored by an ox, took him to a cowdoctress, instead of the village surgeon, because the latter, as she said, 'knew nothing |