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Many a letter your writers hate, Ugly, with his tail so straight, your, that makes you cross as a bear,

Suppose all this. How spoke the People's voice?

Your adversaries did they back or you? Why, your War's issue hung upon their choice, NAPOLEON Would have made your Nation two, Would Englishmen his plan have helped him through.

Yet not for Manchester and all its poor,
Starved by
Your conflict, did they prove un-|
true;
Bearing dire loss with patience, they forbore
The cry that would have made your Union last

- no more.

What's your return for British sympathy, SUMNER and Senate? On wild fiction based You proffer us outrageous humble pie,

When meekness only can have earned its taste, Yielding so much we were all but disgraced. Bullies, before the French Imperial throne,

Let, if you dare, your dainty dish be placed. There tender humble pie in hectoring tone. Ah, but already there you've feasted on your

own!

Punch.

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He's never bothered, like A. B. C.
In Index, Guide, and Directorie:
He's never stuck on a Peeler's coat,
Nor hung to show where the folks must vote.
No, my nice little Amperzand,
My plump and curly Amperzand,
When I've a pen in a listless hand,
I'm always making an Amperzand!

And 3, that helps you with zouns to swear,
But not my nice little Amperzand,
My easily dashed off Amperzand,
Any odd shape folks understand
To mean my Protean Amperzand!

Nothing for him that's starch or stiff,
Never he's used in scold or tiff,
State epistles, so dull and grand,
Mustn't contain the shortened and.

No, my nice little Amperzand, Your good for those who're jolly and bland, In days when letters were dried with sand Old frumps wouldn't use my Amperzand! But he is dear in old friendship's call, Or when love is laughing through lady-scrawl: "Come & dine, & have bachelor's fare." "Come, & I'll keep you a Round & Square." Yes, my nice little Amperzand Never must into a word expand, Gentle sign of affection stand, My kind, familiar Amperzand. "Letters Five do form his name: " His, who Millions doth teach and tame : If I could not be in that Sacred Band, I'd be the affable Amperzand.

Yes, my nice little Amperzand,

And when P. U. N. C. H. is driving his fivein-hand,

I'll have a velocipede, neatly planned In the shape of a fly-away Amperzand. Hanwell. SCANDULA EXOLUTA. Punch.

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Presides the God of Earth and Heaven: And, uncomplaining, we submit To what the Father's love may send;

Assured that what He sends is right.

And, though our eyes with tears are dim, We wait serenely for the end, When we shall see that God is light

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ROYAL ACADEMY, 1869.

ONLY a waste of waters,

Only a tideless sea,

Which is not life, which is not death, But death in life to me.

Only the years on-coming Rolling their silent waves Over the bygone trouble, Over Life's hidden graves.

Only a drear out-looking
For a hope that is long delayed,
And a weariful prayer for patience,
And a wish that may not be prayed.

Why am I ever watching? What can I ever see? Only a dove that is coming From a far-off land to me.

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And, all o'ercome with stupor strangely sweet,
She wholly in the warm sun's clutches seems.
Cows seek the shed's cool shade; in sober wise,
So lazily through the languid noontide air,
A crow flies from the high green hill that lies
Aback beyond the flat. The heat, the glare
Chalks out the white highway that runs along
The distant upland. Not a bird makes choice
To warble even the fragment of a song,
And nature would not own a single voice
But for the restless brooks that, all alive,
Murmur like bees content in honeyed hive.
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From The Edinburgh Review.
CONFUCIUS.*

Dr. Legge has, however, a fault which is not the less vexatious because it is unusual. He is possessed with a passion the very converse of that which usually besets biographers. The more closely he examines his hero the less he likes him. Familiarity appears almost to have bred contempt. The intimacy which has lasted for twenty-one years ends in coldness. The Doctor is displeased with the peculiarities of his charac

It must be confessed that books on China in the European languages are scarcely ever attractive. The elaborate compilation of Dr. Williams is rather a book of reference than a book for continuous perusal. The Chinese Repository,' which contains a mass of miscellaneous information, is very difficult to meet with. The published volumes in which the Jesuit missionaries have recorded the results of their labours are disfigured with statements from which the philosophic mind revolts; and Sir John Davis, whose book is the most readable one ever written on the subject by an Englishman, was unfortunate in being restricted to a limited field of observation. Of slighter works it is needless to speak. An examination of the books we have named will, we are assured, convince our readers that the indifference to the interests of the Flowery Land is to be attributed in large measure to the difficulty of obtaining accurate information about it. But the translation of Confucius by Dr. Legge, which we have placed at the head of this article, is really a valuable addition to our sources of knowledge. ter. The sight of the Sage in his carriage It is an elaborate and a conscientious trans- is an abomination. Punctilious etiquette lation. The six preliminary chapters are he cannot away with, and the chapter on singularly interesting, and the notes from his influence and opinions concludes in a the various Chinese commentators on the strain of abrupt unfriendliness which seems text of the Analects lucid and numerous. to us unjustifiable. But I must now leave From the first hundred pages of the Pro- the Sage,' he writes. I hope I have not legomena the reader will learn more about done him injustice; but after long study of the great philosopher of China, than from his character and opinions, I am unable to any other English book hitherto published. regard him as a great man. He was not As a translator Dr. Legge goes to a great before his age, though he was above the extent beyond his critics, for few foreigners mass of the officers and scholars of his time. have attained that familiarity with the Lun- He threw no light on any of the questions Yo and its successors, which is derived from which have a world-wide interest. He gave a devoted though not unbroken study of no impulse to religion. He had no sympatwenty-one years. When placed side by thy with progress. His influence has been side with other renderings, those of the wonderful; but it will henceforth wane. latest translator seem generally perspicuous, My opinion is, that the faith of the nation though little care has been bestowed upon in him will speedily and extensively pass the more subtle felicities of style. The sim- away.' This passage recalls the saying of Northcote, who, when an ignorant admirer was extolling Raffaelle to the skies, exclaimed, If there was nothing in Raffaelle but what you can see in him, we should not have been talking of him to-day.' But it would be unfair to apply this story to Dr. Legge, for elsewhere he shows himself able

ple and vigorous diction of the English Bible, the study of which Coleridge said was sufficient to keep any one's style from becoming vulgar, would have been the best model for the translator of Confucius, and would have given weight and dignity to the treasured sentences of the Sage. As it is, verbal anachronisms and impertinences often mar our enjoyment of the text, and it is not easy to trace the author's drift in the proverbially obscure Doctrine of the Mean.' But in spite of these blemishes, the ordinary reader who takes average pains to compare the renderings in the text with the versions in the notes, will find himself rarely at a loss to understand the scope and spirit of his author.

1. The Chinese Classics; with a Translation,

Critical and Exegetical Notes, Prolegomena, and copious Indexes. By JAMES LEGGE, D. D., of the London Missionary Society. Hong Kong: 1861.

2. The Middle Kingdom. By S. WELLS WIL

LIAMS. 4th edition.

1861.

3. Notes on Chinese Literature. By A. WYLIE. Shanghai: 1867.

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to see many of the excellences of Confucius, | period rendered illustrious by the birth of and indicates his appreciation by eulogiums an extraordinary number of great men. as discerning as they are numerous. But The East and the West in this remarkable he will not let his admiration have free era vied with each other in producing sages course. He deems it a duty, we think destined to exercise a vast influence on most unnecessarily, to be always weighing human thought. Within the space of a Confucius in the balance of the sanctuary.' hundred years Greece saw Xenophanes and The sayings of the Chinese Sage are per- Pythagoras; Persia, Zoroaster; India, Sakpetually thrown into disadvantageous com- yamouni; China, Confucius. We shall parison with the lessons of the Founder of endeavour, in the following pages, to make Christianity, and his shortcomings and the English reader better acquainted with deficiencies are exhibited with merciless the life and teachings of the last of these minuteness. This is hardly fair, and the philosophers, and, without attempting a injustice is doubled by another incon- continuous parallel or exaggerated contrast, sistency. Dr. Legge begins by arraigning to throw such side-lights upon his portrait Confucius for failing to coincide with a as the lives of his great contemporaries may teacher who lived five hundred years after supply. he was buried, and who had divine opportunities for acquiring light to which he never pretended; but when it unfortunately happens that on one or two important doctrines several very plausible points of agreement between Christ and Confucius may be alleged, he will not endure it for a moment. Words are to lose their wonted sense, and a resemblance as clear as the sun in heaven is to be pronounced a divergence as wide as the poles, rather than that a single anticipation of Christianity shall be found in Confucius. It is needless to point out the injustice of this treatment. To revile a writer for not coinciding with cerned through the mists of centuries; but another in general, and when you find a if, in the judgment of David Hume, the hiscasual agreement to alter his obvious mean-tory of our own Saxon princes is only the ing in order to deprive him of the chance scuffling of kites and crows,' it is clear that of being right, seems unkind treatment even the quarrels of rival chieflets, who bore from an adversary, but from a biographer names that scarce twenty living Europeans it is sheer inhumanity. can pronounce correctly, and who were nearly all cut to pieces fifty years before the Battle of Marathon, must be utterly destitute of interest to the readers of the present generation. Yet it is necessary to indicate the political conditions of the country at this epoch, as they materially affected the early career of the Sage, gave emphasis and point to some of his most characteristic sayings, and contributed to throw that gloom over his latter years which, had his lot been cast in less evil days, might never have fallen on them. His birthplace and parentage were alike distinguished. The fertile region which, under its present name of Shantung, has been celebrated

At the period when Confucius was born, the political state of China resembled that of Japan at the present time. The reigning dynasty was that of Chow, which continued to exercise a nominal sway for nearly nine hundred years, but many of its princes were weak, dissolute, or insignificant, and the more vigorous of them had great difficulty in preserving their authority from the encroachments of the feudal princes. The nobles gave limited allegiance to their suzerain, and engaged in repeated wars with each other. Intricate intrigues, violated truces, savage massacres, are dimly dis

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This is, in our judgment, the head and front of the Doctor's offending. On many grounds he deserves the gratitude of his countrymen. We thank him cordially for the mass of material he has collected, and we wish him health and strength for the completion of his gigantic task. For the present, however, instead of a critical analysis of the writings of Confucius, we shall be content to indicate, briefly, the names and character of the works which he compiled. Our special object is to present the reader with a general sketch of his life, and a glance at some of the more salient features of his philosophy.

The sixth century before Christ was a as the last stronghold of the Nienfei

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