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And some they brought the lintseed,
And flung it down from the Low
And this,' said they, by the sunrise,
In the weaver's croft shall grow!
Oh, the poor, lame weaver,

How will he laugh outright,
When he sees his dwindling flax-field
All full of flowers by night!
And then upspoke a brownie,

With a long beard on his chin -
I have spun up all the tow,' said he,
And I want some more to spin.

I've spun a piece of hempen cloth,
And I want to spin another -
A little sheet for Mary's bed,

And an apron for her mother!"

And with that I could not help but laugh,
And I laughed out loud and free;
And then on the top of the Caldon-Low,
There was no one left but me.

And all, on the top of the Caldon-Low, The mists were cold and grey,

And nothing I saw but the mossy stones That round about me lay.

But, as I came down from the hill-top, I heard, afar below,

How busy the jolly miller was,

And how merry the wheel did go!

And I peeped into the widow's field;
And, sure enough, was seen
The yellow ears of the mildewed corn
All standing stiff and green,

And down by the weaver's croft I stole,
To see if the flax were high;

But I saw the weaver at his gate
With the good news in his eye!

Now, this is all I heard, mother,
And all that I did see;
So, prithee, make my bed, mother,
For I'm tired as I can be!'

FATHER IS COMING.

The clock is on the stroke of six,
The father's work is done;
Sweep up the hearth, and mend the fire,

And put the kettle on.

The wild night-wind is blowing cold,
"Tis dreary crossing o'er the wold.
He is crossing o'er the wold apace,
He is stronger than the storm;
He does not feel the cold, not he,
His heart it is so warm.
For father's heart is stout and true
As ever human bosom knew.

He makes all toil and hardship light:
Would all men were the same!

So ready to be pleased, so kind,
So very slow to blame!

Folks need not be unkind, austere,
For love hath readier will than fear.

Nay, do not close the shutters, child; For far along the lane

The little window looks, and he

Can see it shining plain.

I've heard him say he loves to mark The cheerful firelight through the dark.

And we'll do all that father likes:
His wishes are so few,

Would they were more! that every hour
Some wish of his I knew!

I'm sure it makes a happy day,
When I can please him any way.

I know he's coming by this sign,
That baby's almost wild;

See how he laughs and crows and stares→
Heaven bless the merry child!

He's father's self in face and limb,
And father's heart is strong in him.

Hark! hark! I hear his footsteps now;
He's through the garden gate.
Run, little Bess, and ope the door.
And do not let him wait.

Shout, baby, shout! and clap thy hands,
For father on the threshold stands.

THE CHILDREN.

Beautiful the children's faces!
Spite of all that mars and sears;
To my inmost heart appealing;
Calling forth love's tenderest feeling;
Steeping all my soul with tears.

Eloquent the children's faces-
Poverty's lean look, which saith,
Save us! save us! wo surrounds us;
Little knowledge sore confounds us:
Life is but a lingering death!

Give us light amid our darkness;

Let us know the good from ill, Hate us not for all our blindness; Love us, lead us, show us kindness -You can make us what you will.

We are willing; we are ready;

We would learn, if you would teach;
We have hearts that yearn towards duty;
We have minds alive to beauty;
Souls that any heights can reach!

Raise us by your Christian knowledge;
Consecrate to man our powers;
Let us take our proper station;
We, the rising generation,

Let us stamp the age as ours!

We shall be what you will make us:-
Make us wise, and make us good!
Make us strong for time of trial;
Teach us temperance, self-denial,
Patience, kindness, fortitude!

I.

ISABELLA II., QUEEN OF SPAIN, Was born at Madrid, October 10th, 1830. Her father, Ferdinand VII., died when she was three years and six months old, and Isabella was immediately proclaimed Queen; and her mother, Maria Christina, Regent of Spain. The biography of Maria Christina will be found in its place; we need only say here, that her influence had made her daughter Queen, by persuading Ferdinand to issue his famous decree, styled pragmatic, revoking the Salic law which prohibited the rule of a female sovereign. This law, introduced into Castile by the Bourbon family on their accession to the Spanish throne, could not have had much root in the affections of a loyal people, who kept the traditionary memory of their glorious Queen, Isabella I., still in their hearts; and this child-queen | was another Isabella. There is no doubt that the bulk of the nation inclined warmly to sustain her claims, and but for the influence of the priests and fanatical monks in favour of the bigoted Don Carlos, younger brother of the deceased Ferdinand, there would have been no bloody civil war.

That Isabella II. was the choice of the people is proved by the acts of the legislative Cortes, which in 1834 almost unanimously decreed that the pretender-Don Carlos, and his descendants-should be for ever exiled from the Spanish throne; and this decree was confirmed by the constituent Cortes in 1836, without a single dissentient voice.

Isabella II., thus made queen by her father's will, was acknowledged by the national authority, and surrounded from her cradle with the pomp and observance of royalty; yet her childhood and youth were, probably, less happy than that of any little girl in humble life, who has a good mother and a quiet home, where she may grow up in the love of God, the fear of evil, and in steadfast devotion to her duties. Isabella was nurtured among the worst influences of civil strife and bloodshed, because religious fanaticism as well as political prejudices were involved in the struggle.

When she was ten years old, her mother, Maria Christina, resigned the regency and retired to France; Espartero became regent. Isabella was for three years under the influence of instructors of his choosing; and he endeavoured, there is no doubt, to have her mind rightly directed. By a decree of the Cortes, the young queen was declared to have attained her majority on the 15th of October, 1843; she has since reigned as the sovereign of Spain, and has been acknowledged such by all the European governments, and by the governments of America.

In 1845, Maria Christina returned to Madrid and soon obtained much influence over Isabella. This, it was apparent, was used to direct the young Queen in her choice of a husband. Isabella had one sister, Louisa, the Infanta, who was next heir to the crown, if the eldest died without offspring. Those keen rivals for political power, England and France, watched to obtain or keep a paramount influence in Spanish affairs. The selfish policy of Louis Philippe, aided by Guizot and Maria Christina, finally prevailed, and forced upon the Spanish nation a prince of the house of Bourbon as husband of Isabella. There were two Bourbon princes, brothers, Francisco and Enrique, sons of Don Francisco, brother of Maria Christina; of these, the youngest had some talent and was attractive; the eldest was weak in intellect and disagreeable in manners; if Isabella could be prevailed upon to marry this imbecile, and a son of Louis Philippe could obtain the hand of the Infanta Louisa, the predominance of French influence would be secured. It was done - both plans succeeded. The following is translated from the Madrid Gazette:

"The marriage of Isabella to her cousin, Don Francisco d' Assis, the eldest son of her uncle, Don Francisco de Paula, and that of her sister, the Infanta, to the Duke de Montpensier, the youngest son of Louis Philippe, took place October 10th, 1846, on which day Queen Isabella completed her sixteenth year. The ceremony began by the Prelate, who officiated, asking the following questions:

"Lenora Donna Isabella II., of Bourbon, Catholic Queen of Spain, I demand of your Majesty, and of your Highness, serene Sir, Don Francisco d'Assis Maria de Bourbon, Infante of Spain, in case you know of any impediment to this present marriage, and why it should not and ought not to be contracted that is to say, if there exist between your Majesty and Highness impediments of consanguinity, affinity, or spiritual relationship, independently of those impediments that have been dispensed with by his Holiness-if you have made vows of chastity or religion - and finally, if there exist impediments of any other kind, that you forthwith declare them. The same I demand of all here present. For the second and third time I make the same demand, that you freely discover any impediment you are aware of.'

"The Prelate then addressed the Queen thus"Lenora Donna Isabella II., of Bourbon, Catholic Queen of Spain, do you wish for your spouse and husband, as the Holy Catholic, Apos

"The Queen kissed her mother's hand; and being again asked the same question by the Bishop, replied Yes, I wish.'

"The Prelate then said

"Does your Majesty give yourself as spouse and wife to his serene Highness Don Francisco d'Assis Maria de Bourbon?'

"The Queen answered, 'I do.'"

had thus been warmly awakened, there would be little doubt of her becoming a changed being. That she has talents of a much higher order than was given her credit for in childhood is now evident.* She certainly possesses great physical courage, and a strong will. She manages the wildest and most fiery steed with the coolness and skill of a knight of chivalry. She delights in driving and riding, and exhibits much, even dar

It hardly seems credible that a crowned Queen would thus give, apparently, her free assent to her own marriage, if the bridegroom had been utterly hateful to her. But two circumstances are certain she was not old enough to make a judicious choice; and she was urged into the measure while she did not wish to marry at all. She seemed to resign herself to the guidance of others, and doubtless hoped she might find happiness. She thus alludes to the event in her speech at the opening of the Cortes, on the last day of 1846. Her speeches from the throne are models of their kind, whoever prepares them; and she is said to have a fine voice and gracious manner, appearing, indeed, the Queen while delivering them.

"I have contracted a marriage with my august cousin, Don Francisco d'Assis Maria de Bourbon, agreeably to my intention announced to the preceding Cortes. I trust that Heaven will bless this union, and that you, also, gentlemen, will unite your prayers with mine to Almighty God. The marriage of my beloved sister has also taken place in the way which has been already explained to the Cortes."

But this contentment with her lot did not long continue. Early in the following year, 1847, there arose a dislike on the part of the Queen towards her husband, and soon the royal pair became completely estranged from each other, and neither appeared together in public, nor had the slightest communication in private. The people seemed to sympathize warmly with the Queen, and she was loudly cheered whenever she drove out, or attended any of the theatres or bull-fights at Madrid.

On the accession of Narvaez to office as President of the Council, he used his utmost endeavours to effect a reconciliation, and at length succeeded. The meeting between the royal pair occurred October 13th, 1847, and is thus described:

"When the King reached the Plaza of the Arsenal, and alighted at the principal entrance of the palace, the President of the Council and the Holy Father's Legate, warned the Queen of it, who advanced with visible emotion unto the royal chamber, and received in her arms the royal consort."

Since then there have been estrangements and reconciliations; it seems almost hopeless to anticipate conjugal happiness, or even quiet, for Isabella. The only event which appears likely to give a new and healthy tone to her mind, is motherhood. She gave birth to a son in the autumn of 1850, but, unfortunately, the child lived only a

duties of her government; and, what is best of all, she evinces that sympathy for her people, and confidence in their loyalty, which are never felt by a crafty, cruel, or selfish ruler. In all her speeches from the throne there is a generous, even liberal spirit apparent; and were it not for the obstacles which priestcraft interposes, there can be little doubt that the Queen would move onward with her government to effect the reforms so much needed. In "features and complexion," Isabella bears a striking resemblance to her father, Ferdinand VI., and his line of the Bourbons; but her forehead has a better development, and she is, undoubtedly, of a nobler disposition.

There is, indeed, great reason to hope she will yet prove worthy of the name she bears. She is only twenty; not so old by three years as Isabella I. was when she ascended the throne. Spain has never had a good great sovereign since her reign.

J.

JAGIELLO, APPOLONIA. DISTINGUISHED for her heroic patriotism, was born about the year 1825, in Lithuania, a part of the land where Thaddeus Kosciusko spent his first

*The following is from the pen of a late resident at Madrid:

"The letters written by the young Queen Isabella are the most charming things in the world; so say not only her courtiers, but her enemies, and those who have read them declare if her Catholic Majesty was not Queen of Spain. 'she would very certainly be a blue-stocking. Besides, although a sovereign, or rather because she is a sovereign

Isabella II. is a veritable lioness; not a lioness as understood in the fashionable world, but in the true acceptation of the word, a lioness, like the noble partner of the king of the forest. If the young Queen ever loses her crown, she will not do it without having defended it sword in hand. She fences like Grisier, and it is her favorite amusement.

"This is the way she employs her time. At three o'clock, not in the morning, but in the day, she rises. As soon as dressed, and her toilette is the least of her occupations, she orders a very elegant, light equipage, a present from her royal sister of England, and goes out alone; but sometimes she is accompanied by her husband, to his great despair and terror, for he believes in a miracle every time that he reenters the palace safe and sound; for the young Queen is her own driver, and generally urges on her horses to their full speed.

"She dines at five o'clock, eats very little and very fast : and as soon as her repast is finished, she exercises some time with the sword, then she mounts her horse and takes a ride. These exercises ended, she becomes a young and pretty woman; she dances, sings, and in fact takes all the possible pleasure of her sex and age. But when one o'clock strikes, the Queen re-appears, and Isabella assembles her council over which she always presides.

days. She was educated at Cracow, the ancient capital of Poland-a city filled with monuments and memorials sadly recalling to the mind of every Pole the past glory of his native land. There, and in Warsaw and Vienna, she passed the days of her early girlhood.

She was about nineteen when the attempt at revolution of 1846 broke out at Cracow. That struggle," says Major Tochman, "so little understood in this country, although of brief duration, must and will occupy an important place in Polish history. It declared the emancipation of the peasantry and the abolition of hereditary rank, all over Poland; proclaimed equality, personal security, and the enjoyment of the fruits of labour, as inherent rights of all men living on Polish soil. It was suppressed by a most diabolical plot of the Austrian government. Its mercenary soldiery, disguised in the national costume of the peasants, excited against the nobility the ignorant portion of the peasantry in Gallicia, which province, with other parts of ancient Poland, had to unite in insurrection with the republic of Cracow. They were made to believe, by those vile emissaries, that the object of the nobility was to take advantage of the approaching revolution, to exact from them higher duties. In the mean time the civil and military officers of the Austrian government circulated proclamations, at first secretly, then publicly, offering to the peasants rewards for every head of a nobleman, and for every nobleman delivered into the hands of the authorities alive. Fourteen hundred men, women, and children, of noble families, were murdered by the thus excited and misled peasantry, before they detected the fraud of the government. This paralysed the revolution already commenced in Cracow.

"The Austrian government, however, did not reap the full fruit of its villany; for when the peasants perceived it, they arrayed themselves with the friends of the murdered victims, and showed so energetic a determination to insist on the rights which the revolution at Cracow promised to secure to them, that the Austrian government found tself compelled to grant them many immunities."

This was the first struggle for freedom in which Mlle. Jagiello, who was then at Cracow, took an active part. She was seen on horseback, in the picturesque costume of the Polish soldier, in the midst of the patriots who first planted the white eagle and the flag of freedom on the castles of the ancient capital of her country, and was one of the handful of heroes who fought the battle near Podgorze, against a tenfold stronger enemy. Mr. Tyssowski, now of Washington, was then invested with all civil and military power in the republic. He was elevated to the dictatorship for the time of its danger, and by him was issued the celebrated manifesto declaring for the people of Poland the great principles of liberty to which we have already alluded. He is now a draughtsman in the employ of our government.

After the Polish uprising which commenced in Cracow was suppressed, Mlle. Jagiello reassumed female dress, and remained undetected for a few weeks in that city. From thence she removed to Warsaw, and remained there and in the neighbouring country, in quiet retirement among her friends. But the struggle of 1848 found her again at Cracow, in the midst of the combatants. Alas! that effort was but a dream-it accomplished nothing-it perished like all other European attempts at revolutions of that year, so great in grand promises, so mean in fulfilment. But their fire is yet smouldering under the ashes covering the Old World-ashes white and heavy as death to the eye of the tyrant, but scarcely hiding the red life of a terrible retribution from the prophetic eye of the lover of freedom.

Her

Mlle. Jagiello then left Cracow for Vienna, where she arrived in time to take an heroic part in the engagement at the faubourg Widen. chief object in going to Vienna was to inform herself of the character of that struggle, and to carry news to the Hungarians, who were then in the midst of a war, which she and her countrymen regarded as involving the liberation of her beloved Poland, and presaging the final regeneration of Europe. With the aid of devoted friends, she reached Presburg safely, and from that place, in the disguise of a peasant, was conveyed by the Hungarian peasantry carrying provisions for the Austrian army, to the village of St. Paul.

After many dangers and hardships in crossing the country occupied by the Austrians, after swimming on horseback two rivers, she at last, on the 15th of August, 1848, reached the Hungarian camp, near the village of Eneszey, just before the battle there fought, in which the Austrians were defeated, and lost General Wist. This was the first Hungarian battle in which our heroine took part as volunteer. She was soon promoted to the rank of lieutenant, and, at the request of her Hungarian friends, took charge of a hospital in Comorn. Whilst there, she joined, as volunteer, the expedition of 12,000 troops, under the command of the gallant General Klapka, which made a sally, and took Raab. She returned in safety to Comorn, where she remained, superintending the hospital, until the capitulation of the for

tress.

She came to the United States in December, 1849, with Governor Ladislas Ujhazy and his family, where she and her heroic friends received a most enthusiastic welcome.

"Those who have never seen this Hungarian or Polish heroine," says a *writer in the National Era, to which we are indebted for this sketch, 'may be interested in hearing something of her personnel. She is of medium height, and quite slender. Her arm and hand are especially delicate and beautiful, and her figure round and graceful. She is a brunette, with large dark eyes, and black, abundant hair. Her lips have an expression of great determination, but her smile is altogether charming. In that the woman comes out; it is arch, soft, and winning—a rare, an indescribable smile. Her manner is simple and engaging, her voice is now gentle or mirthful, now earnest and impassioned-sometimes sounds like the utterance of some quiet, home-love, and sometimes startles you with a decided ring of the steel. Her enthusiasm and intensity of feeling reveal themselves in almost every thing she says and does. An amusing instance was told me when in Washington. An album was one day handed her, for her autograph. She took it with a smile; but on opening it at the name of M. Bodisco, the Russian ambassador, pushed it from her with flashing eyes, refusing to appear in the same book with the tool of a tyrant!'

"Yet, after all, she is one to whom children go, feeling the charm of her womanhood, without being awed by her greatness. She bears herself with no military air; there is nothing in her manner to remind you of the camp, though much to tell you that you are in the presence of no ordinary woman."

JAMESON, ANNA,

IS ONE of the most gifted and accomplished of the living female writers of Great Britain. Her father, Mr. Murphy, was an Irish gentleman of high repute as an artist, and held the office of Painter in Ordinary to her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte. By her order he undertook to paint the "Windsor Beauties," so called; but before these were completed, the sudden death of the princess put a stop to the plan. Mr. Murphy lost his place; and his pictures, from which he had anticipated both fame and fortune, were left on his hands, without any remuneration. It was to aid the sale of these portraits, when engraved and published, that his daughter, then Mrs. Jameson, wrote the illustrative memoirs which form her work, entitled "The Beauties of the Court of King Charles II.," published in London, in 1833. Prior to this, however, Mrs. Jameson had become known as a graceful writer and accomplished critic on the Beautiful in Art, as well as a spirited delineator of Life. Her first work was the " Diary of an Ennuyée," published in London, in 1825, about two years after her marriage with Captain Jameson, an officer in the British army. Of this marriage-union it has never been- - we will only say here, that it seems to have exercised an unforSara J Clarke.

tunate influence over the mind of Mrs. Jameson, which is greatly to be regretted, because it mars, in a degree, all her works; - but especially her latter ones, by fettering the noblest aspirations of her genius, instinctively feminine, and therefore only capable of feeling the full compass of its powers when devoted to the True and the Good. We shall advert to this again. The "Diary of an Ennuyée" was published anonymously; it depicted an enthusiastic, poetic, broken-hearted young lady, on her travels abroad; much space being given to descriptions of works of art at Rome, and other Italian cities. This, on the whole, is Mrs. Jameson's most popular and captivating work; it appeals warmly to the sensibilities of the young of her own sex: its sketches of adventures, characters and pictures, are racy and fresh; and the sympathy with the secret sorrows of the writer is ingeniously kept alive to the end. Her second work was 66 • Memoirs of Celebrated Female Sovereigns," in two volumes, published in London, in 1831. To this she gave her name. With much to commend, these "Memoirs" are unsatisfactory, because the writer bases her plan on a wrong principle, namely, the inferiority of the female sex to the male. Mrs. Jameson adopts the philosophy of men, which places reason as the highest human attribute; the Word of God gives us another standard; there we are taught that moral goodness is the highest perfection of human nature.

In other portions of our work,* we have explained our views on these questions, and only remark here, that Mrs. Jameson seems, while writing these "Memoirs of Queens," to have attempted, by her deep humility as a woman to propitiate her male critics on behalf of the author. In 1832, appeared "Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and Historical;" in many respects this is the best and most finished production of Mrs. Jameson's genius. "Visits and Sketches at Home and abroad; with Tales and Miscellanies," was published in 1834; and soon afterwards, Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets," &c., appeared. In the autumn of 1839, Mrs. Jameson visited America; going directly from New York to Toronto, Upper Canada, where she passed the winter. Her husband had been stationed for many years in Canada; she had not seen him since her marriage; it has been said that they parted at the altar; but the painful circumstance that they only met as acquaintances, not even as friends, was too well known to require an apology for stating it here. Yet we would not allude to this but for the sake of correcting the false impressions which some of her late works leave on the mind to mislead the judgment of young readers. "Winter Studies and Summer Rambles," is the title of the work published in 1842, in which Mrs. Jameson records her observations on Canada and the United States, as far as she travelled. The shadow over these original and spirited pictures is unhappiness in wedded life! Everywhere she finds marriage a slavery, a sin, or a

See "General Preface," also "Remarks on the Fourth Era," and "Sketch of Queen Victoria."