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Those differences, however, which great in human effort—it is connected render general participation in this, as with the intellectual. In this is the in every other instance, impossible, grandeur of the work sustained-on and which are barriers to the appre- this broad foundation its sentiments, hension of the import of the picture, and the manner of their elucidation exist less in regard to that import rest. To attempt, however imperitself, tban in respect to the manner in fectly, to find or approach this, is chawhich it is manifested, or the path racteristic of humanity. United in which is pursued to arrive at it. It this object, the refined excursiveness must be contended that every one, in of the European, and the African some measure, endeavours to partici- savage's worship of his little broadpate in the sentiments which it enun. lipped gilt image: the roads are many ciates. It may not be understood, which have been pursued in order to but it must be felt; and every work reach its attainment. Towards this, which rests on the same basis. Its the picture of the Judgment, taking it whole bearing and treatment are, even in its widest scope, bears-in this, it in minute respects, to a certain extent originated, and from this it was abstract-it relates to the morally evolved.


I love those tales of ancientry, And held for truth each tale ; Those tales to fancy true,

And wept for grief, or scream'd for That bring things back from fairy- joy, land,

Did ill or good prevail. In all their glittering hue.

And this the way my grandame did I love to hear of stalwart knights; Her wonders bring to view Of squires, and dwarfs, and fays; I love those tales of ancientry, Whose gambols in the pale moonlight Those tales to fancy true ! Fill rustics with amaze. Those things are, to a musing wight, « Once on a time there was a man, Substantial things to view !

A miller he by trade; I love those tales of ancientry, Down by yon brook he had his mill, Those tales to fancy true!

Where now the bridge is made.

An honest man that miller was, I love those tales my grandame An honest name did own; told,

His word would pass for forty pounds When I sat on her knee,

Where'er that name was known; And look'd into her aged face, And no one doubted what he said, With wonder fill'd and glee:

For credence was his due."Those tales that made me quake with I love those tales of ancientry, fear,

Those tales to fancy true ! Though trembling with delight; As some huge giant fell to earth “ The miller had a noble horse, When vanquish'd in the fight :- It was an iron-grey; Or some magician gave his aid It had a flowing mane and tail, To whom that aid was due.

And pranced in spirit gay: I love those tales of ancientry,

It look'd like to a warrior's steed, Those tales to fancy true!

Its bearing was so good;

And much the miller prized his And she, my grandame, lov'd to tell horse, To me, her listening child,

And boasted of its blood. Old tales of witch, and charm, and He rode it hard, but fed it well, spell,

And it was sleek to view."With many a legend wild.

I love those tales of ancientry, And I had faith in all she said, Those tales to fancy true!


" The miller to the market went So said that old mysterious monk, Upon one market day,

But the miller said him nay; And, as his custom always was,

I would be loth to sell my horse, He rode bis noble grey.

My good, my gallant grey-
He bought and sold, and profit made, For, if I should my grey horse sell,
And added to his store;

I should the bargain rue'
Then homeward went, along the road I love those tales of ancientry,
He oft had gone before.

Those tales to fancy true!
But his good steed and he must part,
Though grievous the adieu"-

“I want thy horse-sell me thy I love those tales of ancientry,

horse'Those tales to fancy true!

Again that old monk said;

• Name thou thy price-whate'er it “ His way lay o'er a barren heath, be, Where now are farms and fields ; It shall be quickly paid ! For land where nought but thistles But certes 'tis thy horse and thee grew,

Must part within one hour ;Now wheat and barley yields.

Take gold, then, while thou may'st The time was tow'rds the gloaming receive, hour,

And while to give I've power.' When things are dimly seen;

The miller heav'd a bitter sigh,
No house or man was in his sight, The grey horse trembled too"-
It was a lonely scene.

I love those tales of ancientry,
His horse has made a sudden start, Those tales to fancy true!
The thing is something new”-
I love those tales of ancientry,

so I want thy horse-sell me thy Those tales to fancy true!


A third time spoke the man ;“ The grey horse made a sudden • Again, I say, I'll give thy price,

Then yield him whilst thou can. The miller, in amaze,

For I have power to make him mine, Look'd out, and in the twilight gloom Despite what thou may'st say ; An ancient met his gaze!

But good King Arthur bade mo An aged man there stood to view,

first Where a moment past was none !

To ask thy price, and pay,-
His horse stood still, and he himself It is for him I want thy horse,
Felt rooted like a stone.

And gold I bid in lieu'".
That aged man the silence broke- I love those tales of ancientry,
The horse did start anew".

Those tales to fancy true!
I love those tales of ancientry,
Those tales to fancy true!

sFor good King Arthur did not die,

As idle tales have said ; « The man was clad like to a monk, And years and years will pass away, A rev'rend air had he;

Ere he ranks with the dead ! A white beard hung from 'neath his But Merlin from the battle bore chin

His friend and king away: From his belt a rosary.

That he might lead his chivalry, He stretched his hand, ere yet he in England's needful day : spoke,

It is for him I want thy steed, A hand of skin and bone;

Then yield thy king his due.'
The goodly grey seem’d 'reft of pow'r, I love those tales of ancientry,
And stood still as a stone;

Those tales to fancy true!
He mildly on the miller look'd
The miller was pow'rless too"-

“ There was a magic in his voice, I love those tales of ancientry, That charmed and filled with fear; Those tales to fancy true!

And made his words fall like com.

mands ". I want thy horse-sell me thy Upon the listener's ear. horse,

An impulse by that voice was given 'Tis a good and gallant steed ;'-- Which no man might gainsay; I'll give thee gold shall fill thy purse, The miller said he'd sell his horse ; For much thy horse I need.'

He heard but to obey.

it was,

" Then follow me,' the old monk said, Then to the miller, turning round, * And I will pay thy due".

He said, with accents bland, I love those tales of ancientry,

• These are King Arthur's chivalry, Those tales to fancy true!

The noblest in the land!'

And each man stretch'd before thee " The monk then strode across the now, heath--

Has been well tried in fight; The miller followed too ;

And proved him in a foeman's face Till they came to a green hill-side, To be a valiant knight. With an iron gate in view.

By Merlin's power they here are laid, The miller knew the country well, But will go forth anew's And knew each brake and dell, I love those tales of ancientry, But could not in his memory trace Those tales to fancy true ! The portal of that hill! The monk bade ope that iron gate, “When England's troubles painful And wide it open flew”.

grow, I love those tales of ancientry, And foemen cause her grief, Those tales to fancy true!

Then Arthur and these noble knights

Will haste to her relief: “ The monk passed through that And then with deeds of chivalry iron gate

All England will resound; The miller passed likewise;

And none so worthy as these knights They scarce were through when closed Will in the land be found !

For they are England's Paladins,
With a loud and fearful noise ; Men great and gallant too!'”_
And they were there within that hill, I love those tales of ancientry,
And a strange mysterious light Those tales to fancy true.
Shone all about, and still revealed
Each wonder to their sight :

- Then onwards to another cave And much the miller was amazed The old monk led the way; At things that met his view".

Where twiceten thousand noble steeds I love those tales of ancientry, Were slumb’ring time away! Those tales to fancy true!

And by cach horse a serving man ;

It was a noble sight " And first the monk the miller To see that band of gallant steeds, took

All harness'd fit for fight! To a cavern large and wide,

And when the miller's horse came In which lay twice ten thousand men there, All sleeping side by side :

He fell and slumber'd too"And they were cas'd in armour all, I love those tales of ancientry, Of purest steel so bright;

Those tales to fancy true! And each man's faulchion ncar him lay,

"That horse is mine!' the old man Quite ready for the fight.

said, A shield and lance, too, each man had; • A noble price I'll pay : Ten thousand twice in view”.

Thou see'st he's mine, for now thou I love those tales of ancientry,

canst Those tales to fancy true!

Not move him hence away!

He'll good King Arthur's war-steed “ And as the monk pass'd slowly on be, Each warrior turn'd him o'er, And bear him bravely forth, As though from sleep awakening; When thy head-honest miller! But sank down as before !

Has forgot the things of earth! • It is not time!-it is not time!' By Merlin he preserv'd will be The old monk calmly said,

As now he is to view'
And till the time is perfected, I love those tales of ancientry,
This cave must be your bed.

Those tales to fancy true!
For ye are for a noble work,
And are a noble crew'".

« Then forth that old monk led the I love those tales of ancientry,

way Those tales to fancy true!

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But who can tell the sight that met And oft to see the iron gate
The miller's wond'ring eyes !

He wander'd tow'rds the hill :
A glowing light that cave contain'd, But never more that gate he saw ;
Which fell on stone and gem; For aye it shunn'd his view".
And they threw back that glowing I love those tales of ancientry,

Those tales to fancy true! As though too mean for them! And lustrous was that glitt'ring cave “ And it was said that ancient monk With stones of every hue".

Had told him wondrous things; I love those tales of ancientry, Of all that would to England hap, Those tales to fancy true!

Through a long line of kings :

Had made him wise beyond all men ; « And there the miller saw huge And, certes, he look'd grave, heaps

When ask'd what things the monk Of gold in coin and ore :

reveal'd, The monk he bade the miller take, Or what reward he gave. His horse's worth, and more!

But years, long years, have pass'd and « Take what thou wilt-take what thou


Since he gave death his due"-
I stint thee not,' said he :
The miller thought of his tolling dish, Those tales to fancy true!

I love those tales of ancientry,
And help'd himself right free ;
He took such store of gems and gold
To walk he'd much ado".

6 And since his day full many a I love those tales of ancientry, Those tales to fancy true!

Has sought that iron gate ;

And wander'd near that grey hill-side “ The monk then led him forth the

At early morn and late : hill,

But still the gate is kept from view, To the open heath again ;

By Merlin watch'd each hour; And said, thou art a favour'd man,

And will be till King Arthur rides, Within that hill t'have been :

With all his knightly power: 'Tis but to some few mortals given

But no man knows when that will beTo see that iron door ;

My tale is told-adieu !"

I love those tales of ancientry, And once thy back is tow'rds it turn'd,

Those tales to fancy true!
Thou'lt see it there no more!
In peace pass on—thy way lies there- Such was a tale my grandame told,
I bid thee, friend, adieu!”.

When I sat on her knee ;
I love those tales of ancientry, And look'd into her aged face
Those tales to fancy true!

With wonder fill'd and glee :

And such a tale I lov'd to hear, • The miller look'd--the monk was And listen yet I can : gone!

For oft wliat hias beguiled the child And he stood there alone!

Will still beguile the man. And turning tow'rds the iron gate, Those things are, to a musing wight, Saw but the hill of stone!

Substantial things to view !The miller lived a prosp'rous man,

I love those tales of ancientry, And long dwelt at the mill ;

Those tales to fancy true!



We understand that it is the inten- and that, when once the “ masses" tion of Government, in the ensuing were devoted to newspapers and posession of Parliament, to introduce a litical discussions, a very large share general system of education detached would soon be imperiously demanded from religious instruction. Such a by them in the direct control of the project, in the estimation of the Liberal legislature." party, has many circumstances to re. On the other hand, the Conservacommend it. It professes to effect a tive party have discovered, that, in great reformation in the social state lending their support to this outcry of the people, without allying itself to for intellectual education and univer. any political party; to promote the sal instruction, apart from moral disbest interests of the poor, by raising cipline or religious tuition, they have their moral character and improving put a dangerous weapon into the hands their intellectual powers; and to lay of the Destructives. While the wide the only true foundation for the secu- extension of the power of reading has rity and the advancement of society, opened the doors of superficial inforby elevating at once, and in the same mation to all, the physical impossiproportion, all the classes in the state. bility, on the part of the great majoThese views have long been entertain. rity of the working classes, of making ed by the majority of the philanthro- themselves masters of any subject expic and highly-educated classes in the cept that in which they are actually empire; and this is perhaps the only engaged, has increased an unparalsubject on which Whigs and Tories leled amount of prejudice and misinhave for long been unanimous in their formation. What the effects of such opinions. It is hard to say whether a state of things must be upon a peothe schools in connexion with the ple undergoing the crisis of a social Church, which are supported by the change, and recently exposed to the Conservatives, have been most the ob- whole consequences of a great polijects of enthusiastic and philanthropic tical revolution, might casily have exertion, or the mechanics' institutes, been anticipated. It at once opened and Lancasterian schools, and other the door to every species of deception establishments, which profess to give -called a new world of social empirics the means of instruction only, without and political quacks into existence inculcating the doctrines of any -and exposed the masses to sources church whatever.

of error, greater even than can ever While we rejoice to know that there spring from mere ignorance itself. So is much benevolence on all sides in this the societies in which the principles of great experiment, and that the great the mere communication of the power bulk of the supporters of both the se- of reading, without a sedulous attencular and religious systems of educa- tion to the habits acquired, the printion have been actuated by pure and ciples formed, and the tastes indulged, philanthropic motives, yet it has now by those in whose hands the intellectual become apparent that a sinister object lever is placed, expose the community has been in view throughout, with to the most imminent dangers. Exmany of the leaders of the “ Agita- perience has proved that the human tion," and that it is not so much as mind, if left to itself, without religious an instrument of social amelioration, tuition, speedily runs riot ; and all the than as an engine of political power, efforts of pride to emancipate itself that intellectual education has been from the restraints of religion, are so earnestly pressed upon all classes of evidently and palpably inducing an the people. It was early foreseen by awful confirmation of the truths unthem that a people educated on their folded in Revelation. principles would be much more difficult The Liberal party are not insento manage than an uneducated one; sible to these dangers, although they

No one saw this more clearly than Lord Brougham ; and he accordingly said, ten years ago, that “ the Schoolmaster was abroad, and it would soon be found that he was more than a match for the Marshal's baton.”

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