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opportunities, that it would be well for humanity, if instead of isolated Peabodies their name was legion. It is a lamentable fact, that while a large majority of our most useful institutions are failing for want of funds, the maddest scheme, if you can only contrive to tincture it with a little philanthropy, is certain to command the most unqualified

success.

I have now to claim your attention to a phase of life of the most momentous importance, one that I would fain hope is stirring the hearts of our countrymen and countrywomen, with an honest and earnest purpose. The mental capacity of woman has long since received its well earned and its becoming tribute; but unhappily her social condition is not only a disgrace to the nineteenth century, but has grown so intolerable, that the virtuous citizen may well tremble for the sanctity of his home.

Strange philosophy, that while the frailties of woman place her beyond the pale of virtuous society, man may mingle unchallenged in the very atmosphere of purity. Is it a wonder that virtue is held as a cheap commodity? Is it a wonder that homes are made desolate, and young and tender hearts outraged? Surely, the doctrine which teaches, that to a pure mind, nothing is impure, to say the least, is a dangerous folly; truthful in the abstract, but, like many abstract truths, inapplicable to actual life. It surrounds the innocent with a false security-it paves the way to a bolder and subtler attack-and has formed the key whereby many a happy home has been deprived of its choicest treasure. As society is at present constituted, the wonder is, not in the many who have fallen, but in the many preserved, and it is a sad reflection, that here social position, and not moral strength may have been the great protector.

The efforts which are now being made to rescue woman from a present degraded condition, may tend to mitigate a present evil-but they will fail to reach the heart of the disease. Regeneration to be real and durable, must indeed begin from within. Go on, if you will, with your midnight meetings—go on, if you will, developing your reformatory system, but in heaven's name, wipe away that scandal which leaves such institutions without funds. But above all, teach woman thoroughly to understand her position: teach her that there is such a thing as moral taint in man, and you will give her a strength, an influence, a power, patent and honourable for her salvation-by making virtue in man a necessary qualification for virtuous society. A pure-minded woman, is one of those priceless glories we all know how to appreciate; and yet it is a strange fact, that while woman is the first to spurn impurity in her sex, she will link herself by the holiest of ties to a man, whose life has been a public scandal. Herein lies the secret of her weakness.

In the world of science, men have discovered, or, at any rate, fancy they have discovered, the key to all physical phenomena. Be this true or false, there is very little doubt that love is the foundation of our social structure. There is a notion afloat, perhaps stronger in women than in men, that it is an unwise policy to manifest the full strength of that attachment destined to ripen into the social compact. Depend upon it, such a notion is the sure index of a weak and unstable character. That man or woman, who is content to live out, as it were, the mere skeleton of his or her devotion will ever remain a stranger to that exquisite sympathy, so absolutely necessary to consummate future happiness.

I hold it then as an absolute truism, that without this perfect sympathy wedded happiness is impossible. In the best regulated minds there may, and will arise misunderstandings, but unless they are sifted to the very core, and met with a generous spirit, the brightest hopes will die out and leave nought behind but remorse.

Social position may be a very good thing in its way, but it never elevated or enlarged a mean and crippled intellect— social position never made a fool great, unless indeed in the greatness of his madness and folly; while to poverty, we may trace some of those bright beginnings, which have shed lustre upon the world, and crowded our English homes with true nobility. When marriage shall cease to be a money speculation-when mankind shall cease to worship at the shrine of passion-especially when man shall cease to regard woman as a mere addition to his household furniture, the logic of marriage may rest upon its true foundation, and as a consequence thereof, love and devotion reign triumphant. To the unimaginative man Nature is all hard fact-you will fail to strike from his heart of stone the fire of poetic beauty: to him the wind blows-it never walks abroad with an angel's tread; to him the stars shine—they never peep out like glowworms intent upon a merry feast; to him the sun rises and sets-but he never caught him bathing in his sea of gold, or saw his ruddy beams dancing like a troop of silver butterflies upon the rippling bosom of the stream: stern, unimpassioned, unimaginative, home is to him a huge counting-house, wherein he keeps a debtor and creditor account, always taking great care to limit the items with a special reference to his cash box. To such a man, matrimony is a delusion, a snare, and a myth, and we leave him to the enjoyment of his realities.

In thus calling your attention to a few of the many phases of actual life, it is more than possible that I have at times assumed a dogmatical dictum. I will not shrink from acknowledging the fact, that I have desired to place before you, a few of those shoals upon which many a loving heart has been shipwrecked. The true theory of life is to secure the largest possible good, at the smallest amount of evil. I have never regarded man as a simple puppet or machine, to be moved hither and thither by an unseen hand. The law of his nature, is the law of God; by it he is bound to work, to it he is amenable. Strong in impulse-strong in willthe wide world before him-its secrets to unlock, its treasures to enjoy, he must, if he he responsible, be also free. There is not a latent thought or hope, within the limits of moral and physical law, but may put forth its blossoms and ripen into maturity. The very dualism of his nature is the grand secret whereby he is prompted to work and to conquer. Suffer not the atmosphere of social misery to stand as the true index of wedded life-pause we upon the threshold of our brightest hopes, fully assured that as we sow, so also shall we reap. Let us thoroughly convince ourselves that moral law, although somewhat more subtle in its process and difficult to fathom, is quite as rigid and irrevocable as the physical: in very truth, in all our institutional, and domestic relations, let us school the heart to bow to the sovereignty of reason. So may we quell every turbulent passion of the soul-so may the tangled web of life give traces of a golden woof, and the bright dreams of our childhood-our boyhood-our manhood, deepen and shape themselves; so may we, like true Gleaners, gather in that sunny crop so lavishly strewn around.

Books Worth Beading.

THE THREE GILT BALLS: OR, MY UNCLE,

HIS STOCK-IN-TRADE AND CUSTOMERS.-A LECTURE. BY T. TURNER.

London: E. Marlborough and Co., 4, Ave Maria Lane, E.C.: J. Rose, 12, Haberdasher Place, Hoxton, N.

AN unfortunate mariner who had passed a number of years among "salvages and men of Ind," exclaimed, when he caught sight of a gibbet-post-"Now God be praised, I am once more in a civilized country."

Although we are not enthusiastic advocates for capital punishment, we still consider that the mariner was right; the gibbet-post, as an evidence of a country with an established law, was a thing to be thankful for, compared with an unchecked, undefined, and woefully certain barbarism.

The Three Gilt Balls are, in some sort, a similar sign of civilization; there are no pawn-shops among savages; so, when food fails, men starve like your horse or your dog, and it is only civilization that knows how to part with its superfluities to supply its necessities.

"Oh! good my country, thank you for my Uncle !" Good and evil are connected with every institutionpawnbroking not excepted; both qualifications are well and thoroughly investigated in the pamphlet before us. Mr. Turner's task has been to show how this mutual benefit institution, good in itself-being alike an advantage to borrower and lender-may foster the worst vices; but he has not lost sight of the fact that it is an evidence of civilization. He has shown that it is open to improvement, but his philanthropic pen has been principally employed upon the real evil—the savage cropping out amid intelligence.

The author of this little book gives his good words without any drawbacks to neutralize their effect. The vicious, the profligate, and the improvident, whose weaknesses are pointed out with straightforwardness and decision, will fail to find in it anything to excite their indifference or contempt-there is nothing for them but their own true picture, and the telling fact that "My Uncle" fattens upon their folly.

We have much pleasure in noticing this well-written, well-printed, and interesting little book; and more especially as emanating from a littérateur of Hoxton, whom we can assure we shall be happy to meet again, should he be inclined to favour us with another instalment of this important and interesting subject.

PRIZE POEMS.

Granting that the prizes were always awarded to the best composition (which they very frequently are not), that composition, I say without hesitation, will always be bad. A prize poem is like a prize sheep. The object of the competitor for the agricultural premium, is to produce an animal fit, not to be eaten, but to be weighed. The object of the poetical candidate, in like manner, is to produce, not a good poem, but a poem of that exact degree of frigidity or bombast which may appear to his censors to be correct or sublime. Compositions thus constructed will always be worthless. Prize sheep are good for nothing but to make tallow candles, and prize poems good for nothing but to light them.-Macaulay.

The Gleaners' Literary Club.

The Annual Dinner of the Members of the GLEANERS' LITERARY CLUB took place on Tuesday, March 15, at the Block Hotel, Ashley Crescent, Hoxton, EDWARD BEAN, Esq., President, in the chair: S. DEACON, Esq., Treasurer (in the absence of the Vice-President), in the vice-chair.

After the cloth was drawn, and the usual loyal toasts had been duly honoured,

The President proposed, "The Gleaners' Literary Club." In so doing, he remarked that the Club had now been established three years, and was never in a more flourishing condition. The name of the Club was indicative of its character: it was a body of zealous and hopeful students, ever anxious to investigate the truth-content to pick up the scattered ears of golden grain wherever they might be found, whether in the pleasant fields, or the highways and byeways of literature. As the President of the Club, he begged to offer his best thanks to his brother Officers-the Committee-and the Members individually, for their earnest and hearty co-operation in all that tended to the welfare and improvement of the Club. He was exceedingly gratified with the good feeling and friendship that so peculiarly characterised the fraternity, and which he most sincerely reciprocated. He concluded a very pleasing and eloquent address amidst the unanimous plaudits of the Club.

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The health of the President" was then proposed by Mr. WALKER, who alluded to the great intellectual powers with which the worthy President was endowed-his exall, his warm and generous heart, so amply evidenced on tensive and varied knowledge, his glowing fancy, and, above

many occasions.

The President responded in an able speech, and expressed his high appreciation of the compliment paid him.

The healths of the Vice-President, the Treasurer, and other Officers were then duly honoured and responded to. The evening was enlivened with some excellent music, and the "small hours" at length terminated this happy and social gathering of kindred spirits.

Album Gleanings.

"PLEASE TO RING THE BELL!"

BY EMILY M. MASTERMAN,

At No. 90 in "Our Street!"
Ah me! I know it well-
Inscribed, in golden letters neat,
Is "Please to Ring the Bell!”
In passing by-as oft I do—
A strange mischance befell!

I ventured slyly up the steps,

And tried to "Ring the Bell!"

A sweet young face peep'd o'er the blind-
Oh how my heart did swell,

And smiling said-or seemed to say,
Ah! would you "Ring the Bell!"
Those eyes! oh! how they haunted me,
With their bewitching spell-
While Cupid whispered in my ear,
"Why don't you Ring the Bell!"
Faint heart fair lady never won-
And so-but must I tell?

I do declare that's if I dare!
I'll "Ring that charming Belle !”

Select Copyright Poems.

THE LOVE SPELL!

BY A. A.

LAWYER GRILLEM sat in his den,

With cobwebs garnished, dusty and dim,

Wielding that terrible weapon-a pen,

Of steel (there was nought of the goose about him)!

So sharp a nose had Lawyer G.,

It seemed form'd to file a bill or plea ;
While his lanky arms, like waggon shafts,
Were specially fitted to draw heavy drafts,
And among all the horses call'd cavalry,
Never was charger so bold as he.

'Tis strange that one who crack'd his jokes
Should be concern'd for so many folks,
Yet few men in the country round
For more good actions were renown'd,
Or could discern with so clear an eye
On how little straw would an action lie!
Lawyer Grillem sat at his pad,
Dotting his i's, and putting his stops,
When his familiar, a lynx-eyed lad,
Announced a client, one Farmer Crops!
And strightway Farmer Crops appear'd,
In rustic garb, with stubble beard,

His mouth in width excelled by few lips,
His waistcoat like a bed of tulips,
Hair burning red, as candent craters,

And, to sum up all-high gaiters.

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'Well, Farmer Crops, what's happen'd now-
Trespass again, re Claypole's cow?"
"No, zur! it's note to do wi' coos;

It's a young widder, wot's guv me the blues,
Wot I've been reg'lar courting, zur,
For three long year-the deuce take her!"
"Fie! fie! friend Crops," the lawyer said,
And shook his long litigious head;
"You don't mean, surely, 'tis a case
Of 'breach of promise,' bold and base?”
"One 'breach of promise,' zur,-you stare!
But whip me, if it ar'nt a pair!"

"Two breaches? No!" cried Lawyer G.;
"Explain, friend Crops, how that can be."
"Why, zur, she's promised more than once;
And that's a pair, or I'm a dunce.
She said, if I dead pig could spell
In letters four, I might ring the belle !

So I writ four letters on Bath post,

With 'Dead Pigg,' large as life, a'most."

"Ha! ha!" the lawyer laugh'd; "why, Farmer, If with dead pig you wish'd to charm her, You'd only one small word to say, And spell it thus,-P O R K." "Darn'd if I ever thought o' that!"

Cried Farmer Crops, as he crushed his hat:

"I'll have her now, though, safe as eggs."

So quick in motion set his legs,

And soon before the widow fair

Display'd himself, with beaming air.

"Well, Mr. Crops," said she, so sweet;

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'May I my last request repeat?

Do dead pig spell in letters four,

I ask for that, and nothing more."

"All right!" cried Crops, as he clutched his stick,

Resolved this time to do the trick:

"Dead pig is bacon, you'll acknowledge, And a larned chap, as cums from college, Told I, unless I be mistaken,

BAKN spells Bacon!"

MORAL.

Young Farmers, yearning for love's fetters, Observe what ticklish things are letters! And learn from what green Crops befell, How small a slip may break the spell!

BOB THE

CRACKSMAN.*

An o'er true tale of Nottingham Ale.

BY TONY CLINKER.

'Twas more than a hundred years ago,

My story is old, but a true one,
And I think you will find it more to your mind,
Than if I had coined a new one-

Yes, more than a hundred years have run
Their course in the world's renown,
Since "Cracksman Bob" determined to rob
A house in Nottingham town.

Meum and tuum, he couldn't construe 'em,
In morals he was a lax-man,

So with skeleton key and crowbar, he
Broke in like a famous cracksman;
And being within he thought it a sin
To miss or to lose a particle,
So still as a mouse he foraged the house
For every portable article.

It made him elate to discover the plate,
And the box they kept the "tin" in,
And to pack on the floor so goodly a store
Of handkerchiefs, hose and linen;
But tho' in his bag was a wonderful "swag,"
He proved so greedy a "fellar,"
That he wasn't content and actually went
To see what there was in the cellar.

His practised eye soon discovered a pie,
And of pudding and meat a store,

And he ate and he ate, quite shocking to state,
Until he could eat no more.

And there in a nook where he happened to look
Was a barrel of Nottingham tipple-
'Twas none of your mild, but the undefiled
And genuine old X. triple.

The quantity guzzled to reckon I'm puzzled,-
For a thief now wasn't it sinful?

He swallowed the drink like the pipe of a sink, And ended by getting a skinfull;

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In fact he got drunk, and, Bacchus-like, sunk Into sleep with his plunder around him, Until the good folk in the morning awoke, And there in the cellar they found him.

So Robert was tried and on Gallows Hill died,
Where endeth this true relation-

A lesson to all of a burglar's fall,
Who couldn't resist temptation.

MORAL.

The moral is plain of my o'er true tale

When you're robbing a house, beware of the ale!

Founded on fact.-Robert Pemberton was hanged on Gallows Hill, Nottingham, in 1727, for breaking into a house in Long Row, as related in the poem. On his way to the gallows, he was allowed to stop at a tavern in Boot Lane, and drink a quart of ale-thus evidencing" the ruling passion strong in death." Nottingham was anciently famous for the potency of its malt liquor-so frequently alluded to in that noble collection of Old English Ballads, entitled "Robin Hood's Garland," and it still worthily maintains its reputation for-"Beauty, bon-hommie, and 'stunning ale!'"

Copyright Dramas.

THE SMUGGLER OF CALVADOS.

AN ORIGINAL DRAMA IN THREE ACTS.

(The Author's rights reserved.)

ACT I.-SCENE 1.-(CONTINUED.) RENAUD.-Listen, then, Doctor Emberic. You know it would be dangerous to make an enemy of me. By your ready compliance take away the temptation I have to do you an awkward turn. At the present time I am greatly perplexed on account of a lady of high connections, for whose safety and comfort I stand pledged. Consent to receive this lady and her female companion for a few weeks-for a few months possibly-and you will be fully paid for your trouble and expense.

EMBERIC.-At first you said one, and now there are two! Are they rich? They will pay liberally, perhaps. Ah! that might alter the case. Money is always convenient.

RENAUD.-More than convenient: it buys law, justice, everything. This is not a question of expense, if even you should exact a hundred pounds a month.

EMBERIC.-A hundred pounds a month! But you are not serious?

RENAUD.-Never more so in my life. Here is the first instalment. (Offers a purse of coin, Emberic's eyes glisten at the sight; his hand is involuntarily extended; his fingers are eager to clutch the gold; he sighs; he draws back his hand in fear, as if about to touch heated iron.) Will you take it? Well, there it is. (Throwing the purse upon the table.)

EMBERIC.-(Anxiously, and in a wheedling tone.)-Butreally-Captain-before introducing this lady into my family, one ought to know who she is where she comes fromwhere to-and how you, of all others-pray, pardon me― became acquainted with her.

From France.

RENAUD.-Where she comes from? Where she is going to ? To this old mansion, and to London, possibly. How did I become acquainted with her? There is no acquaintance between us: she stands higher than the class I am rated in. The orders I received were to show her the most respectful attention; to land her on the least frequented part of the English coast, and then to provide her with a home-an asylum. She is rich, and can be furnished with money to any extent. Now you know as much as I think fit to tell, so let us have no more palaver about it. EMBERIC.-But who placed her in your care?

RENAUD.-A great banker, I believe. He conducted her on board with as much submission as a Middy shows an Admiral. It was no business of mine. I have kept my promise, and the ladies will not complain of our behaviour on board the Belle Etoile. We were quiet as quakers and modest as nuns. However, when they are landed we shall make up for this restraint. (Goes to the table.) This talk makes me dry as a stranded whale. (Takes the wine bottle, and holding up a glass.) Do you call this a thing fit to drink out of? (Fills repeatedly and drinks often.) Very pretty to look at, but too small when a man is thirsty. Howsomever, the wine is tolerably good. Ah! I see, this bottle and I have had a voyage together. (Coming forward.) Now, I am going. So prepare for your visitors immediately. I can pass out without being observed, can I not ? (Going to a door.)

EMBERIC. But stay-one moment-Captain Renaud. Why are you so anxious to place these strangers at Grosville? RENAUD.-Rocks and sandbanks! Peste! I shall go mad with your buts and your whys! Once for all, then: because this part of the coast is little frequented-because this house is large and lonely-because you have few visitors; and lastly, because you are a doctor, and you can report that the two ladies are invalids, boarding here for the benefit of your advice-ha! ha! ha! (laughing in a sarcastic manner) the benefit of your advice-and of your pocket, old hipcheese. The ladies will land in the bay at ten o'clock exactly. Be punctual, or else— [Exit, hastily.

EMBERIC.-He is right. He is right. Two foreign ladies, of noble birth, hearing of my talent-of my skill-have placed themselves under my care for the benefit of my medical treatment. The proud doctors of the neighbouring towns, who call me quack, herbalist, old woman, why they will burst with envy. (Goes to the table and picks up the purse of coins.) I may as well put these into my pocket for safety. A hundred pounds a month. Bless me! (Goes to the door and calls.) Sister Deborah! Walter! come here immediately. Mrs. Grondews and Walter enter.

MRS. GRONDEWS.-Is the stranger gone? Your conversation must have been interesting, for it was long enough. WALTER.-Who is this mysterious person, father? EMBERIC.-(Agitated.)—I have no time now for explanations; to-morrow, perhaps. Sister Deborah, order Peggy to prepare the blue chamber-to light a large fire; and to have two beds well aired. (Running to and fro.) Let all be ready by ten o'clock. And besides, have tea, coffee, and something for supper. I expect two strangers at Grosville to night-and a hundred a month! (Mrs. Grondews and Walter look astonished.)

MRS. GRONDEWS.-What does all this mean, brother? Is Grosville turned into an inn that you receive strangers both by day and by night?

EMBERIC.-It means, sister Deborah, it means that two foreign ladies, invalids, will be here this evening; they will remain two or three mouths, more or less, and they will pay -bless me! never mind what they will pay. (Attempts an imitation of Renaud.) So prepare for your visitors immediately. Be punctual, or else—”.

[Exit.

MRS. GRONDEWS.-(In anger, and half crying.)-Two foreign ladies, who will eat, and drink, and sleep, and want French coffee and kickshaws! and so sudden, too. I can't understand it-I won't submit to it-I'll go back to London, that I will!

WALTER.-Dear aunt, it is not for us to oppose the wishes of my father. If it suit his views-his interest, to receive foreigners-boarders here, we ought to submit.

MRS. GRONDEWS.-But I do not like foreigners, and ladies especially. How shall I talk to them? How shall I understand them ?

WALTER.-When necessary I will act as interpreter between you. Besides, it is not so very unusual for invalids to seek medical advice and the benefit of the sea-air. In the village there is no lodging fit for ladies. Come, aunt, be agreeable, and make the best of it.

(Enter Emberic attired for the expedition, with Walter's cap and boat-cloak on his arm.)

EMBERIC.-There is no time to spare. I must hasten to the beach. Walter, will you accompany me? There is your cloak. The wind is rising and the night cloudy.

(To be continued.)

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We have much pleasure in announcing to our many Friends and Patrons, that our April number will be devoted to the Essayists of The Gleaners' Literary Club, in aid of the national commemoration of the tercentenary of England's immortal laureate-WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE:-zealously and hopefully garnering up, as our especial privilege, the "leasings" of that talented fraternity, which, under its able chief, has

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HAKSPEARE ALBUM, for the Pianoforte, containing One Hundred Airs, illustrative of SHAKSPEARE, arranged by the most Eminent Masters. Bound in mauve cloth, and variously illustrated, price 10s. London: Longman and Co. Paternoster Row, and C. Lonsdale, Old Bond Street.

JAMES DAVIS, begs to return his sincere thanks to his DAM AND EVE. SWAN LANE, ROTHERHITHE. Friends and the Public for their very liberal patronage, and assures them that his Stock of WINES, SPIRITS, and MALT LIQUORS will be found unrivalled for Purity, Strength, and Quality.-REAL IRISH STOUT and HOME-BREWED ALES supplied to all Parts of Town, at 9s., 10s., 12s., and 15s. per Nine Gallon Cask.

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