66 used in the sense of fermenting. Effervesco, to ferment, boil, or rise bubbling up, would have been much nearer the sense; this is spumo," which latter will apply to liquids on which froth is raised by agitation in any direction or mode. I am of opinion that the derivative from "effervesco," would have been used by the poet, to indicate the bubbles that arise from the fermentation or froth of effervescing wine. This quotation too, about champaign, has been a joke in every French book of gourmandize and gourmetize for the last hundred years. Doctor. I am sorry we differ on this matter, Professor. our will is law. Dean. Let us not deviate into starchness or reserve in our opinions. I would as lieve mingle wine, law, and mathematics. Along the hill-side the steep pathway led To Manaton, whose church with grey square tower Call it the village green of Manaton,— The heart with fond associations hallowed, Or when the blue smoke from their thatched roofs rose, No sound Broke on that sylvan solitary scene, * Χαλκοχίτωνεν Αχαιοι, brazen coated Greek. VOL. XCVI. L Save that, most grateful to the musing ear, The mossed trunks of the trees, which rose, at times, The tear forgot ere dried: th' inconsequent laugh; By life, and time, and human passion wrought. The how and then-our moment-and their own : In very waste of prodigality! The gulph between us spread so fathomless Alike to both, of joy and grief, with death A moss-grown wall between the Church-yard rose, To Him who watched above, whose Spirit of Love That work of gone-by centuries; it bore A castellated form that wanted not Loophole, and casement, crenels, vantage-coigns. The corners of the pile formed buttressed towers, Grey, time-worn, weather-stained; autumnal tints With the brown heather harmonizing well. The Sunlight on the painted casements falling, A Templar's mailèd form reclined; his hands His shield once raised through many a foughten field, Spoke more than eloquence in this lonely place, The grassy dormitory spread beneath, Where slept so many, now their days of care, That dust was laid beneath them: the heaped turf, Threw its dark shadows o'er that burying ground: The Sun's rays, now, were setting on the Tower; The tenant of that Cot which stands apart, She rests; and little would the traveller deem The spirit of the mind extinguished there. Was as a temple lit with holy fires; The passions wild that hurried her through life, That, at the last, each faculty benumbed; THE REGICIDE MANIA. BY R. H. HORNE. AMIDST all the regicidal disturbances which have recently occurred, there has been no real attempt to assassinate Her Majesty. No inention of the kind has been demonstrated. A poor, imbecile, vacillating, vulgar, purposeless, external pretence, is all that has transpired. Bad as the state of the country has long been, and great as the distress and disorganization that has existed among all classes, especially those which are in the worst condition, viz. the productive classes— there have been no violent and continuous outbreaks of popular feeling; no mobs, no signs of dark plots, conspiracies, or other co-operations, definite or indefinite, for the purpose of any attempt at outrage upon any individual of high station. John Bull-or rather, John Oxhas jogged on with his yoke, in just his usual heavy, grumbling, sweating, but submissive way. If he has ever paused, it was only to utter a roar, give a kick, shake his angry horns, and proceed with his load of duty. He tread upon a crown? Not he-even though there were no royal head in it. The very shadow of it commands his habitual reverence. As with the mass, so is it in this country with individuals, and no sort of sign of political desperation has been displayed in any quarter, or among any class of the community. Far less can we discover any fixed intention of a sanguinary kind in the acts of demented vulgarity which have of late occurred. There is no definite cause for them. There is no popular excitement against Her Majesty; and of all the sovereigns who have sat upon the British throne, there never was one whose conduct was more blameless, or whose character more amiable, while, on the other hand, there have been many-but that is nothing to the present purpose. No definite cause of animosity exists against the Queen; but one day a man conceived a morbid idea of firing a pistol in the atmosphere round the royal head, of which same conception he was in due course delivered, after having taken care that the result should be abortive. Shortly after this, another half-witted rascal makes a similar display; and the brickdust is scarcely knocked out of his rusty pan, before a stupid ape drops a piece of tobacco-pipe into the tube of an old candlestick, and lies down in a ditch near to where Her Majesty is likely to pass. Sheridan's joke about an insurrection being traced to a back attic in which were found nine tailors and one pike, was not more ludicrous than are these "regicidal" facts. The first idea of such attempts has no doubt been derived from France, (where the thing would really be done with "intent to kill,") but the main foundation of the Cockney mania is attributable to diseased vanity and destitution. It has been discovered, that any poor and insignificant individual, with a personal character as destitute of all genuine merit and ability, as his circumstances may be of comfort or good prospect, can, with the least possible exercise of energy, and without the slightest need of skill, produce an effect that shall excite all classes of the community. Her Majesty is alarmed, or at least annoyed, and perplexed to know "what she has done?" Prince Albert and her royal mother are still more alarmed- --so are other royal and dignified personages. The Premier waits upon Her Majesty-the Cabinet ministers are suddenly and specially assembled the Maids of Honour are all pale, or in tears-business is suspended in the Houses of Lords and Commons-loyal, dutiful, and affectionate addresses and congratulations are presented to Her Majesty the newspapers are all "full of it "-huge placards are pasted over empty houses and walls, and brutes with tin horns deafen the streets with blowing and bawling, till the whole country is in one buzz of interrogative dismay. A long trial is minutely gone through, full of the most insignificant details; the poor ape, confounded by the excess of his own sudden importance, has not a word to say; and is sentenced to be hung, drawn, and quartered. After all these matters have raised the effect to its climax, the individual is reprieved, and dismissed to some comfortable confinement, or to his meditations in a foreign land. But the life of Her Majesty must be protected. Certainly it must. As yet, however, it has not been really endangered. In only one case was a pistol fired (apparently without having been loaded with anything but powder and paper), and was pointed, as the honourable Colonel, one of Her Majesty's equerries, distinctly stated, at the centre of the wheel of the carriage! The "pistols" of the other two half-idiots do not deserve to be classed as weapons of any kind, as they were mere rusty worn-out things, which would, no doubt, have burst in the hand if they had been properly loaded and could have been made to go off, supposing "the regicides" had ever contemplated so sounding a demonstration. But Her Majesty must be protected from offence and vulgar insult. Undoubtedly-and this is no more than every lady among her subjects, and every female, claims as a right of the laws, and of the manly feelings of the community. Should not these mock regicides, then. |