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hope of his recovery, and on the 9th of the Tagus, and his exertions at the wreck of August, 1848, his sufferings were brought the Syphax were of the most heroic kind. to a termination.

He perished with nearly the whole of his This gallant officer and distinguished man crew in the wreck of the Avenger. The had two sons in the navy. The elder was a younger son is still a midshipman, and has, lieutenant, and bade fair to have proved him- we are told, displayed great talents as an self a worthy son of his father. He jumped hydrographer. overboard and saved the life of a seaman in

From t e Metropolitan.


WHERE is the sunny brow, the soft and sportive glee,
The step of fairy lightness, the laugh of melody ?
My early friend! we parted in the spring-time of thy years ;
I prayed that peace might be thy lot through this sad vale of tears ;
Some traces of time's work, of earth's woes, I looked to see,
But not this silent stamp, alas ! of hopeless misery.

My early friend ! thy guileless heart was tender as the dove,
With clinging trust and faith in those who sought thy youthful love :
Harsh words and cold reproving looks were never known by thee,
And thy sweet tears were shed alone in purest sympathy :
Not loss of children, friends, or kin, not poverty's sharp care,
Hath stamped thy snowy brow with that look of mute despair.

'Twas the slow but dread awakening to a strange and lingering doom,
The apathetic blight of mind, which cast its chilling gloom ;
Amid the world of strangers, uncherished and unknown,
Ah! easy 'twas to crush thee, my loving, gentle one !
The flowers of a hardy kind can bear the nipping frost,
But delicate and fragile things soon by neglect are lost.

Too well, too late thou knowest, I would have died to save thee
From every pang that must await our earthly destiny ;
Thy life should'st have been poetry, and music, and delight,
And thou, the fairy spirit, the brightest of the bright.
But angels now await thee, thy home is with the blest,
My early friend ! my gentle friend ! betake thee to thy rest !

From the People's Journal.


“And yon rude remnants stand alone.

we diverge from the Calder, and proceed Sandal! thy wreck might well inspire, In glowing breasts, a poet's fire;

through the Pugneys, a large tract of valley And cold the heart, and strange the eye,

ground, part of which was formerly the rivThat could unheeded pass thee by.

er's bed, which has recently been turned to How still!

another channel; the ground, therefore, is I fear to climb thy turf-clad hill, Or wander o'er thy hidden graves;

still damp, from defective drainage. Here a Where'er I gaze, the green sward heaves

ditch, of great depth, a remnant of the origiIn hillocks, and the dark bough waves

nal channel of the Calder, still remains, near Its funeral plume of dusky leaves,

the side of the foot-path, and is noted princiSo gently o'er the sleepers here,

pally for being the spot where a young genI would not trample on their bier !”

tleman, the son of a Wakefield banker, was LEATHAM.

drowned one afternoon, whilst stoning frogs How rich in moral lessons are the ancient with his brothers. He fell into the water, feudal strongholds of our ancestors ? From and his brothers, terrified in the highest de. ruined tower and ivied pillar, how strongly gree, started for aid to the neighboring town. the lesson comes home to the heart, that the Of course, on their return, life was extinct. ancient brute-force dominion and mind-en- Here, again, we diverge from the foot-path slaving monuments of our forefathers are but which skirts the Pugneys, and proceed in a the types of an epoch long since extinct. north-easterly direction, through some meadWe see the decaying walls, built as if to defy ows, until we get into a lane, which branches Time, silently sinking beneath the hand of out into the Cock and Bottle Lane. In this the spoiler, and almost outliving the recol- lane is a good house, beautifully situated, lections of the ancient times of which they but woefully desolate, which has a legend are the memorials ; and the moral of this connected with it. The tale runs thus: A finds its place in our hearts, and sanctifies lady who resided in this house was very

much addicted to card-playing ; and in deA few months since, accompanied by a fiance of the admonitions and reproofs of her friend, I visited Sandal Castle, which is situ- friends, would even play on the Sabbathate about two miles from Wakefield. We day. One Sunday, whilst engaged in dealstarted one afternoon in autumn, when the ing the cards with a young gentleman, a leaves were just beginning to fall. It was

casual visitor at the house, she was struck one of those sunny days, when the transition dead, or died in a fit in her chair. Her partfrom autuinn to winter is scarcely percepti- ner was so shocked, that he shut himself up ble. We crossed the noble bridge of eight in a monastery for the remainder of his life, arches, which here spans the Calder, crowned to endeavor to atone, by a life of penitence, by an ancient chapel

, or chantry, erected for the thoughtless part he had played in most probably on the occasion of the battle this drama. Since then —so the surrounding of Wakefield, and proceeded onwards to- cotters say—the evil spirit of this lady walks wards Sandal. There are two ways by the house. No one lives long in it, they which the traveller may reach the hill; the are all so disturbed by this apparition ; and field way, which skirts the Pugneys, and the it now presents a desolate spectacle, all the highway, up the Cock and Bottle Lane. windows being broken, and an unearthly We preferred the field way on this occasion; stillness reigning in and about it: it proceeds through a long field, divided by the carriage-road, which leads to Mr. Shaw's

“A residence for woman, child, and man, mansion, Belle Isle-a very pleasant walk,

A dwelling-place, and yet no habitation:

A house ; but under some prodigious ban by the way, until we reach the house, when Of excommunication.

the spot.


* Not one domestic feature,

him the privilege of wearing his crown until There was no sign of home

his death, but after that, to descend to the From parapet to basement.

Duke of York and his heirs, went into the With shattered panes, the grassy court was starr'd.

north, and arrived at his castle of Sandal on On every side the aspect was the same

the 21st December, 1460. In the mean time All ruined, desolate, forlorn, and savage; the Queen Margaret, having discovered from No hand or foot within that precinct came To rectify or ravage.

King Henry the concessions his timidity had For over all there hung a cloud of fear,

allowed him to make, was naturally indignant A sense of mystery the spirit daunted,

at the disclosure, and collecting a large army And said as plain as whisper in the ear,

followed the Duke of York, and overtook The place is haunted !"


him at Sandal. Here, on the 30th Decem

ber, 1460, the battle of Wakefield was At the end of this bye lane we arrive at fought. The Duke of York's army amountthe conjunction of the two roads; and pro ed only to about 5,000 or 6,000 soldiers, ceeding up the main road a few yards, brings while the queen's numbered 20,000. The us to the stile which incloses the castle do- duke was taken prisoner, and all his soldiers main. We climb over the stile, formed of cut in pieces. Even in this fight, the issue the roots of an old tree, which overhangs might have been different, had the Duke of the road, and are at once by the ruins of the York waited within the walls for reinforcecastle. The castle appears to have been ments. But his courage, which had borne built on a series of hills, and the whole away the palm in the continental tournaments, building inclosed by a moat, which still would not allow him thus to be bearded in remains, though nearly dry. Crossing the his stronghold by a woman-general. He moat, we leave the ruins of the castle on our drew out his troops, and a defeat was, of left, and proceed up the side of the steep course, the result. York was taken prisoner, hill, which must have almost sheltered the and liis youngest son, the Duke of Rutland, castle. Indeed, a tradition says, that this was slain by Lord Clifford, as he was enhill was thrown up in one night, by ten deavoring to escape from the field with his thousand soldiers, when the castle was priest tutor. He had even gained Wakefield attacked by the Parliamentary army, to bridge, when the vengeful Clifford overtook shield it from the constant fire which was and slew him. Some historians affirm that kept up from a battery placed on Lowe this chapel on the bridge was erected by Hill, about two miles off. At the top, a King Edward, who took part in the batile of noble expanse of country presents itself

. Sandal, in memory of his unfortunate brother We see the Calder meandering along in a of Rutland. Certain it is, that in Domesday half-circle below us, and lit up like burnished Book mention is made of the revenue depend gold by the last rays of the departing sun. ing from certain lands, appertaining to two For miles around, a beautiful prospect is ob- priests, for constant prayers for the souls of tained. In the far-off distance is perceptible the slain in this battle; and this fact gives the spire of Wakefield steeple, and a few of additional probability to the statement. The the houses of the outskirts, and all around, chapel has, however, undergone curious wood and vale in beautiful succession, reward metamorphoses since that period, having the traveller for his trouble in ascending it. been employed successively as an exchange, The moat which formerly encompassed the a warehouse, an old clothes shop, a tlaxcastle winds round the bottom of the hill, dresser's shop, a news room, a cheese-cake and noble trees crown its declivity and its house, a dwelling-house, a corn-factor's office, surrounding heights. Leaving this hill we and a tailor's shop. More recently, however, turn to the ruins. Only a portion of the within the last few years, subscriptions for walls, but that portion of massive thickness, an entire re-building of the edifice, with a is now perceptible. The rest has fallen be- view to its being re-opened as a place of neath the stern hand of Time. The histori- worship, were collected, and with so much cal recollections which cling to this castle are success, that in 1846 the treasurers appointvery interesting. Here took place the bat-ed to receive the subscriptions thought themtle of Wakefield, described by Shakspeare in selves justified in beginning the work, and at his King Henry VIth. Also in the time of this date, 1848, it is now completed, and the Protectorate, this castle bore some part forms perhaps one of the most complete in the struggle. Every one recollects the specimens of the modern Gothic style of arwars of the Roses. The Duke of York, after chitecture within a considerable distance. making a treaty with Henry VI. allowing | Divine service is now performed in it every

Sunday. But this is a digression. We left | terous wife, who had fled to Warren's castle the Duke of York a prisoner in the hands of as to a place of safety.

Lancaster came upon Margaret's forces; they sat him on a little them whilst engaged in consummating their hillock, placed a paper crown on his head, honeymoon, and burnt Sandal Castle to the and bowed the knee in mock reverence be- ground, and with it most of its brave defenders. fore him; and when he wept for shame at Earl Warren himself, and Joan of Lancaster, such insults, Clifford gave him a scarf dipped however, escaped from the castle by a subin the blood of young Rutland, wherewithal to terraneous passage; such, at least, is the wipe his eyes; adding outrage to insult. common tradition. At all events, Earl WarThey slew him there, and placed his head on ren escaped, and he rebuilt the castle in the tower of York, so that “York might great splendor. The third era embraces the overlook York.” Sandal Castle was then period of the wars of the Roses, and the subdismantled, and has no important history for sequent dismantling of the castle in its occua long time, until the period of the Protec- pancy by the royalist troops. The fourth torate, when King Charles held possession of era relates to the destruction of the castle by it. Colonel Overton, at the head of the Cromwell's general, and ends its history. parliamentary army, advanced to lay siege After going over the ground, and peopling to the place, which was defended on the part it with the spirits of departed heroes, we left of Charles, by Bonnivant, and right stoutly the scene, and returned towards Wakefield, did he hold his trust. Colonel Overton sta this time taking the high road. A couple of tioned a battery on Lowe Hill for the pur- hundred yards down Cock and Bottle lane pose of beating down the walls, though with brings us to a triangular piece of ground on little result. The stout old pile did its duty the right hand side, still pointed out as the bravely :

death place of the Duke of York. It is

nearly adjacent to the high road, and is now " In vain! ye shake, but cannot raze

entirely overgrown with trees. Historical Yon massive pile of bygone days !

reminiscences now strike us at every step. Onset by day-assault by night, Disclose no yawning breach to sight;

We can fancy York bravely retiring from the War's iron tempest vainly falls

fight, pursued perhaps by a knot of soldiers ; On Sandal's adamantine walls."

here taken prisoner, and here beheaded. A LEATHAM. spring of water from a solid rock faces the

place. But within the castle gaunt famine was It is a most remarkable fact, that nowhere stalking abroad in its most horrible shapes, does the pale primrose grow with such proand the garrison were obliged, having no fusion as on this thrice-dyed battle scene. prospect of speedy relief, to come to a com Little rosy children and country maidens promise with the besiegers. They were flock to gather the earliest blossoms of the allowed to march out unmolested, with all

season at Sandal Castle. Is it because the the honors of war, and Cromwell's troops soil is so rich from the mere wantonness of speedily razed its towers to the ground, and the spirit of death which was here displayed ? since that time its political history is a blank. Who knows? the same has been observed It is destined to play no further part in the at Towton, where a great battle took place history of our country. A small fragment between the Yorkists and Lancasterinns, and of solitary wall still remains; and within one where “roses of a peculiar kind still grow; of the windows is carved in the stone the some in distinct circles in the centre of the names of all the great little visitors, the ground. Many of the inhabitants of the vilJoneses and the Smiths, whose desire to lage believe that these roses spring from the grave their names on one of Time's pedes-pits in which the slain were buried after the tals has led them to that elevation.

battle." [Leatham.] At Waterloo, too, if Sandal Castle's history may be divided into I mistake not, the produce of the field of four eras; the first, of its erection, we can battle is tinged with a peculiarity not to be not speak, but no doubt it is of great anti- found elsewhere. quity. The second era embraces its history, Leaving the death place of York, we prounder the Earl of Warren, who owned San- ceeded homewards, and the shades of evening dal as one part of his vast domains. It was

were beginning to encircle the world of nadestroyed in his time by the Earl of Lancas- | ture, when we again crossed the Calder on ter, in revenge for the harboring of his adul

our entrance into Wakefield.


Virabeau : : a Life-History. In Four Books. 2 vols. | Dictionary of Greek and Roman Antiquities. Edited 12mo. Smith and Elder. London, 1848.

by William Smith, LL. D. Second edition improv

ed and enlarged. The author of this work states, that before the memorable 23d of February, a considerable portion Smith's very valuable Dictionary of Greek and

In some points of view this new edition of Dr. of it was ready for the press; but that in the second volume, recent events have disposed him in the

Roman Antiquities is almost a new work. Various choice of “such passages as were still sound, prac

articles have been entirely rewritten, especially in ticable advice to Frenchmen, and, in fact, to every

the earlier part, where the idea of a smaller book lover of order and of peace.” The style and tone than was eventually found advantageous induced a of the publication is somewhat too much of the somewhat curtailed treatment, during its first serial Carlyle school for our taste, but it furnishes much appearance. A good many new articles have been better material from which to form a judgment con

added, the subjects of which were altogether omitted cerning the history and character of Mirabeau than in the first edition ; a considerable addition has been the English reader will find elsewhere. The tend

made to the number of illustrative wood-cuts; and ency of the writer to look as favorably as may con

those articles in which no fundamental change has sist with candor on his much disfavored hero, does

been made have been carefully revised. In short, not lead him to suppress facts; and as to his own

the new matter extends to upwards of three hundred reasoning upon those facts, the reader will be com pages, besides the illustrations ; and the old has been petent to judge of the degree of value that should carefully considered and corrected.—Spectator. be attached to it.

Under the best possible education, the passionate, im pulsive nature of Mirabeau would have been a faulty nature ; under the influence of an education Life of Lord Clive. By the Rev. G. R. Gleig. as neglected and faulty as it could well be, the natural consequences followed. Up to a certain This book, forming Nos. 5, 6, and 7 of “ Murray's point in his history, the bad was comparatively for Home and Colonial Library,” is a carefully comgotten in the good; from that point the good has piled history of the public career of the founder of been as much forgotten in the bad. But the unfor our Indian Empire-and does not pretend to be anytunate incident for his memory has been, that after thing more. It is chiefly founded on the “ Life," by awhile he ceased to be a man of mere party; and

Sir John Malcolm: no new materials are added, nor thus, by degrees, brought upon him the evil tongues is any novelty in the way of estimating the mixed, of all parties. He found it easier to raise the de

but brilliant, character of the conqueror attempted. mon of revolution than to control it when raised. Mr. Gleig seems to have had no purpose in writing This last work, however, his gigantic soul saw must beyond making a book ; but this he has done with be done, or all would be lost. But the thing could the careful mediocrity of manner which marks all not be done, and what he foresaw ensued. In this his productions; and perhaps many will be disposed respect, his career bears some resemblance to that to read the narrative of Clive's life in this form who of Cromwell. Had he given himself up to mere

are unable to procure the larger work of Sir John partisanship, his party would have been an heir-loom

Malcolm. Neither however, very satisfactory. for his reputation. All sorts of party passions would Macaulay's essay on Clive is incomparably the best have rushed to his defence, had he only been and truest account of him which we possess. But content to echo its watchwords. But his nature,

it is only an essay; the history of the Hero of Plaswith all its faults, could not be brought to worship sey still remains to be written.- Athena um. the narrow egotism of party as the wisdom of humanity. His aim, accordingly, was in the direction of a broader and more humane form of settlement than mere partisanship could tolerate. In holding The Authorship of the Letters of Junius elucidated ; to this course he was wise, however much he may including a Biographical Memoir of Lieutenant have been execrated and calumniated for his wisdom. Colonel Isaac Barré, M. P. By John Britton, Men of sense look back upon him as the one man F. S. A. London: J. R. Smith. 1848. who saw where it would be good to stop, and their estimate of the mobs, or the managers of mobs, We cannot say that we think Mr. Britton's " Eluwho were proof against his counsel, is not now very cidation," creditable as it is to his ingenuity and reflatteriug. In his private life, he was a vicious man search, will throw much light upon the vexed quesin a vicious age, but there were some forms of degra- tion of the authorship of the famous Letters of Junius. dation to which the sovereignty of his intellectua! Mr. Britton is of opinion that the real author of these nature could never be brought to submit.Britizh letters was Col. Barré, and that he was assisted in Quarterly Review.

their composition by the Earl of Shelburne, and Dun

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