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such volumes as we consider worthy their patronage; and, in compliance with the expressed wishes of several subscribers, we propose to somewhat enlarge this section of the Magazine.

The first volume that invites attention is

HARDWICK'S MANUAL FOR FRIENDLY SOCIETIES. This valuable work(1) is the result of several years' active experience of the principles and practice of Odd-Fellows' and other Friendly Societies, and attempts to give, in one connected narrative, not only the history of the rise and progress of the People's Provident Institutions, but such advice and instruction as cannot but prove highly useful to all who are interested in the success of these interesting associations. Mr. Hardwick is well known to our readers, as one of the most active members of our great and flourishing Unity; and it is with considerable pride that we are able to say, that to an Odd-Fellow is due the credit of having produced a volume which, from the able manner and method of its treatment, must be henceforth considered as the Handbook of Friendly Societies. Here we find the science of vital statistics cleared of its technicalities, and rendered plain to the understanding of the most unlettered members of an Odd-Fellows' lodge or a Foresters' court. The process whereby these and like valuable institutions have risen from small beginnings till they have come to be a power in the land is traced in a clear, succinct, and intelligible manner. As our author truly observes, they are not the offspring of "elaborate scientific inference, or of the wisdom, patriotism, or philanthropy of the wealthy, the intelligent, or the great. But they are the spontaneous development of that germ of all social union,-man's innate sense of the insufficiency of isolated individual effort to secure happiness and prosperity. Benevolent and charitable feeling in the outset solely dictated the rates of payment and benefits; for the best and most conclusive of all human reasons, that little or no scientific knowledge, based upon experiment, was then available for such purpose. Learned actuaries should therefore never forget that much of the 'scientific formula' propagated by 'authority' for many years has proved miserably deceptive, and instead of correcting, has but served to augment the evils which have arisen from the possession of insufficient statistical data." Mr. Hardwick fearlessly and justly exposes the errors into which the members of many Friendly Societies have fallen; but while he condemns the fault he points out the remedy. In the course of this investigation he says, "the errors in the financial constitution of Friendly Societies, and the necessity for immediate and radical reform, will be demonstrated in the most friendly spirit, but, nevertheless, without fear or compromise. My views and objects in relation to this subject are, indeed, not destructive, but thoroughly conservative. I shall labour with equal industry and zeal in the indication and enforcement of the means best adapted for the attainment of their future prosperity and financial safety." And in this kindly tone the whole book is written. It would seem almost unnecessary to recommend its perusal to the members of the Manchester Unity, since they not only know its author as an indefatigable and steady friend of the working man, but have proved themselves, on many and important occasions, to be anxious to carry on their institution in a manner which must eventually ensure its financial safety as a great Insurance Society for the People. But, lest there be any among us who, from want of leisure or other causes, have hitherto contented themselves by simply "paying their pence," and receiving the benefits when needed, without

(1) A Manual for the Patrons and Members of Friendly Societies. By Charles Hardwick, P.G.M. of the Manchester Unity, author of the " History of Preston," &c. 12mo., 2s. 6d., cloth. London, Routledge & Co.

altogether appreciating the spirit and constitution of our society, let us advise them to make a careful perusal of the work this day published. It has been our pleasure and privilege to watch the progress of Mr. Hardwick's Manual through the press, and we think we shall scarcely exceed the truth when we say, that, for close reasoning and argumentative power, as well as for a thorough comprehension of the subject discussed, the book will bear comparison with works of much higher pretensions. In fact, no Lodge or Court should be without it. No one now-a-days denies the usefulness of working-class associations; and it should be the special object of all those among their members who seek to render them really valuable to their fellow men to study by every means to place them on a firm and safe footing. "The rapid and prodigious growth," says Mr. Hardwick, "and the unquestionable advantages resulting to society generally from their operation, have latterly attracted the favourable attention of the middle and upper classes. At the present time, in various parts of Great Britain, Benefit and Friendly Societies include among their honorary, and even working, members, philanthropic individuals belonging to almost every grade of society, and holding every shade of opinion with reference to social, political, or religious matters. That results exercising the most important and beneficial influence upon the temper, condition, and general character of the industrious classes have attended the operations of these self-created and self-sustaining Provident Institutions, is at the present day evident and undeniable. Yet, although their objects are now cheerfully acknowledged to be worthy the countenance and support of all classes of society, considerable diversity of opinion has been expressed as to the probability of the present machinery ultimately proving adequate to the fulfilment of all the engagements into which their members have mutually entered. Men eminently calculated, from their professional acquirements, to arrive at considerable knowledge of the subject, have ventured to prophesy their ultimate decay unless immediate steps be taken to materially improve their financial constitutions. If, on the one hand, many false and exaggerated statements have been put forth to their disparagement, the members of these valuable societies ought, on the other, never to forget that the financial schemes originally introduced for the purpose of effecting their praiseworthy objects were necessarily, to a great extent, of a hap-hazard or merely fortuitous character." Now, however, we are possessed of the statistical information, derived from the experiences of the societies themselves, which enables us to correct the miscalculations of those who have gone before us in the path of self-improvement, and it will be our own fault if we do not profit by the opportunities placed within our


The next book on our library table is


No name on the roll of modern English poets is better known to the people than that of Eliza Cook. Her songs are sung in almost every household, and her poems form appropriate pieces for public recitation. In the present Number we have selected one which has been received with especial favour for several years past; and many of our members who have adinired the "Heart's Charity," as recited by Mr. Hardwick, will now have an opportunity of learning the stirring lines for themselves. This new and cheap edition of Miss Cook's poems forms a welcome addition to the valuable poetical series published by Messrs. Routledge. "I have long had an earnest desire," says the gifted authoress, in her short preface to the pre

(*) Poems, by Eliza Cook. A new edition, in one volume, 12mo, cloth elegant, gilt edges, 5. London: Routledge & Co.

sent edition, "to present my writings to the public in a form and at a price that would place them within the reach of the 'many,' and on the prompting of this desire I have foregone propositions for an expensive work,feeling that I shall derive much greater pleasure from seeing my poems widely circulated than from any increase of pecuniary benefit."

Eliza Cook's poems have for a lengthened period been especially popular amongst those whose means are too limited to patronise expensive books. The tone of her writings is, in the widest acceptation of the term, thoroughly English. Her sympathies have ever been on the side of popular freedom, and with the hopes and aspirations of the toiling millions, whose cheerful industry, manly self-reliance, and respect for public order, form the bone and sinew of the English character. This elegant volume,-for it is elegant as well as cheap,-will therefore, doubtless, command an extensive circulation. In addition to its other attractions, we can state, from personal knowledge, that it presents to the public, for the first time, a really faithful and characteristic portrait of its gifted author. Perhaps no popular female writer has had greater cause to complain of what may be termed a species of pictorial libel than Eliza Cook. A popular opinion prevails that she is a stalwart heroine of some six feet in height, with a fist like a prize fighter; on the contrary, she is scarcely of the middle height, and although possessed of a somewhat larger head than the average of women, she has, relatively, perhaps the smallest hand that ever wielded a pen. We are sorry to say, however, that the severe physical suffering to which she has been so long subjected is even yet but slightly alleviated; though, as she herself says, "I am hopeful that a gradual restoration to a better state of health will enable me to resume my minstrel vocation, and that I may still find willing ears to listen to my song,-that the cheerful strain of my noontide dream and the minor plaint of my twilight musing may again win for me the responsive echoes which excited my young spirit and crowned my young ambition." To which aspiration we say, in all heartiness and sincerity, God speed!

Another poet claims recognition at our hands. Before us is lying a neatly printed little volume, entitled (3)

POEMS AND LANCASHIRE SONGS BY EDWIN WAUGH. Though Mr. Waugh's lyrics are best known in the vernacular of Lancashire, the present volume is not by any means confined to songs and poems in the dialect of the cotton metropolis. Mr. Waugh's muse is essentially a popular one. His Lancashire Songs are all replete with truthful and idiomatic portraitures of the peculiarities of a race of people fast disappearing before the innovating influences of railways, electric telegraphs, and the triumphs of commercial enterprise. Our poet first became generally known beyond his own locality by the publication of a singularly truthful ballad, entitled, "Come whoam to thy childer an' me." This single poem has proved so extremely popular in Lancashire and Yorkshire, that considerably more than a hundred thousand copies of it have been sold in a remarkably short period. It has been set to music, and is not only a great favourite in the local concert room, but it is chaunted with singular relish in nearly every village in the poet's native county. We are credibly informed that it has already produced its author about one hundred pounds! Truly poets do not always go unrewarded. The volume before us is well worthy the acceptance of working men and all true lovers of genuine song. "Let me write the songs of the people," said a wise man, "and they who will may make their laws." This sentiment appears to

() Poems and Lancashire Songs. By Edwin Waugh. chester, E. Slater. 12mo, cloth,, 5s.

London: Whittaker & Co. Man

have been felt in its integrity by such writers as Eliza Cook, Charles Mackay, Edwin Waugh, and W. C. Bennett. A volume lately produced by the latter gentleman, (*)


deserves a pleasant word or two from our pen,-the more especially as it was in the pages of the People's and Howitt's Journal, under our editorial sway, that some of the earliest and most popular of Mr. Bennett's poems appeared. These "songs" ring of the pure metal, and are full of true feeling and well-sustained power. Simple in style, they go home to the hearts and touch the warmest sympathies of their readers. Two of those included in the present volume, "Images! Images!" and "The Luck of Eden Hall," were originally published in this Magazine. The very fact, therefore, of our having so published them, must prove to our readers that we fully appreciate the charming simplicity and graceful tone for which their author is so justly celebrated. As a ballad writer, Mr. Bennett takes rank with the highest in the land.


is a very clever treatise on this ancient and noble game. By its means the amateur may soon become proficient in the "art and mystery" of this best of all indoor amusements. The author begins at the beginning, and leads the tyro, by almost imperceptible steps, to the practice of a Morphy or a Staunton. Besides telling all that is known of the history of chess, Captain Crawley gives practical illustrations of the various openings and endings of games and a collection of original problems, the study of which will doubtless be found of great utility to young players. The book also contains a chapter on Draughts that is both well written and instructive.

Just as we are about to close the preparation of "copy" for the October Magazine, we receive a parcel of books from Messrs. Routledge. Among others, are John Poole's excellent "Comic Sketches;" and Mrs. Eliza Winstanley's "Scenes from a Theatrical Life," an interesting tale well told. As our space is nearly exhausted, we can but afford a single paragraph.


These sketches of London life are the joint production of Mr. Frederick Town Fowler, the deceased manager of the Herald and Standard, a man of great ability and profound acquaintance of that useful kind of learning, a knowledge of life; and Mr. Frank Fowler, author of a most successful little book of Australian travel and manners, called "Southern Lights and Shadows." The brothers write so much in the same light, pleasant style, that it is difficult to tell which of the jottings have been jotted by the litterateur and which by the returned wanderer. The "Past and Last of Vauxhall" brings the series and the book to an appropriate end, for the style of both the volume and the place of entertainment is-to say it not unkindly-of a rather tinselly character. These three books belong to that excellent and cheap series issued by Messrs. Routledge, in which are to be found the principal fictions of Bulwer, James, Lover, Dumas, Maxwell, Marryatt, Disraeli, Cooper, Ainsworth, Hawthorne, Albert Smith, and a host of other scarcely less known popular writers. Our space is exhausted. And so, Vale!

(*) Songs by a Song-Writer. First Hundred. By W. C. Bennett, London: Chapman and Hall. 8vo, cloth, 3s. 6d.

(5) Chess: its Theory and Practice. By Captain Crawley, author of "Billiards," "Backgammon," ," "Whist," &c. London: C.H. Clarke, Paternoster Row. 18mo. cloth, elegant, 2/ (°) Dottings of a Lounger. By Frank Fowler. 12mo. Illustrated paper cover. 1s.



(Written expressly for the Odd-Fellows' Magazine.)

WHO amongst us does not love flowers, trees, and grass? We have only to cast our eyes around on the varied paths of life, and ample evidence will be afforded that there is an immortal influence in

"The pomp of groves and garniture of fields."

Mankind has ever revelled in the scent of the blossoms and shadow of the boughs, and ever will. The tawny savage of the backwoods strides over the wide prairie's purple bells, and gazes on the pine giants of his native forests with an exulting, although an indefinite joy. The ducal master of Chatsworth breathes among his choice exotics, and treads daintily beneath the branches of his ancestral oaks and beeches with infinite pride and pleasure. The same instinct dwells in each bosom-though one is girded by the ribbon of the Bath, and graced with the star of blazing gems; and the other is swathed in the buffalo's skin and chequered with the red tattoo. They both love flowers and trees. The Infinite and the Beautiful erects its altar alike in the hearts of the Indian Pawnee and the English


Most of us have our earliest recollections associated with "buttercups and daisies," cowslip bells, and palm branches. The "Field of the Cloth of Gold" that saw the meeting of Harry of England and Francis of France, bore no such extatic hearts and bounding limbs as Old Farley's meadow did when he allowed some dozen town-born children-myself includedthe free range of it in full buttercup season. What a memorable day it was! The meridian sun was blazing away in cloudless glory. The scarlet poppies along the hawthorn hedge banks seemed to have breathed their opium into the wings of young Zephyrus, and put a stop to his gadding for the day. The bees had been so thirsty that they had drank too much red clover wine, for they blundered against each other, and staggered and tumbled about with aimless indecision of place and purpose, and evidently did not know a corncockel from a dandelion. We heard a couple of them attempting to "hum" some snatch of melody-but the incoherent style of their performance left a doubt as to whether they intended it for "Jolly companions" or "We won't go home till morning."

The barn cat had found a shady spot in the romantic recess of a dilapidated pig-sty-so completely overcome by the heat that two audacious kittens were uninterruptedly playing at "scratch-cradle" with her tail, passing it from one to the other in the most intricate right lines and angles imaginable.

The cows and ducks had been in the pond since sunrise, and appeared thoroughly determined to pursue the hydropathic system until sunset. Everything was dry and dusty, or bright and burning. Old Farley expressed an opinion at the meadow gate that it would be too hot" for us; but our "rush" in a body-such as never tried a pit entrance on Edmund Kean's benefit nights, soon rendered that opinion null and voidaway we went, like the starters for the Derby, and the gorgeous yellow prairie was attacked with an onslaught that few blossoms, save the immortal buttercup, could provoke.


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