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breathed his last. His remains were committed to the earth on the 15th of the following month, in St. Helen's Church, Bishopsgate Street, where they still repose. The funeral was one of extraordinary splendour, as it cost no less than £300.
“ His only son Richard, had died in 1564. Sir Thomas had a natural daughter named Anne, whom he carefully educated and provided with an ample dower, and who eventually became tlie sister-in-law of Lord Bacon. Lady Gresham survived her husband seventeen years, and died at Osterley House, November 23, 1596. She was buried at St. Helen's, with great pomp, on the 15th of December, in the same grave with her hinsband, and, by a curious coincidence on the anniversary of his funeral.”
Poems. By JAMES HEDDERWICK. This beautifully printed work is dedicated to Mr. Charles MACLAREN, the editor of the “Scotsman Newspaper," in whose columns many of the pieces first appeared when the author was assistant editor of that journal. They indicate a cultivated mind, breathe an amiable spirit, and in several instances furnish proofs not to be mistaken, that the author has much of true poetry in his composition. Mr. Hedderwick is yet but a young man, and therefore other and still better things may be expected from him. We give as specimens of his powers two pieces. The first appears under the very general head of
To those we cherish-if we needs must part,
Nor deem that distance can divide the heart!
To speak the last sad word my tongue were dumb:
"Twould be to tell how pilgrim steps have come
So be the language of despair unspoken
And only gush when the heart is broken!
A CHURCH-YARD SCENE.
I felt in dreamy mpoo,
To muse in solitude.
But through the twilight grey
As loth to go away.
She was arrayed in widow's weeds,
I could not see her face,
She sought that silent place.
No rude annoy to bring
For grief's a sacred thing.
The shadow of the old
church Fell round me like a pall, But the mourner's figure I could see
Upon the churchyard wall.
Except the eye of Him
The more our eyes are dim.
Long, long she gazed upon the ground,
On one small spot, alas !
She laid upon the grass.
grass Retired yet ling’ring staid, And aye upon the silent grass
Her long thin hand she laid.
That hand had often smooth'd the couch
Of him who slept beneath And the love by which 'twas guided, seemed
Of love that knew not death;
If earth were warm and soft,
His head had lain so oft.
Ah me! what depth of love was hers,
Who thus her home forsook,
Upon his grave to look !
They flowed not to be seen-
O’er which her eyes had been.
And still the grass she gently touch'd,
And bended meekly o’er,
Who took it once before ;
The morning-time of life,
She felt in heart a wife.
Or happy 'twas in memory
Of some old early vow,
That she sought his grave-place now;
Though not unkindly meant,
his grave to shed
And oft upon that grave she look'd,
And oft she look'd above,
She shared her whole heart's love!
And as she moved away,
For ever there to stay.
A few stars glimmer'd over head
Deep darkness crept around-
I stood on holy ground !
I homeward sadly turn’d,
To be so loved and mourned !
A History of the Protestant Episcopal Church in America. By SAMUEL
WILBERFORCE, M.A., Chaplain 10 H.R.H. Prince Albert, and Arch
deacon of Surrey. This is a very interesting work on a very interesting subject. Mr. Wilberforce has evidently been most careful to produce a volume which should be at once worthy of his subject and of his character as a literary man. The great objection which many will have to the book is, that it is pervaded throughout by a spirit of church exclusiveness We cannot sufficiently commend the boldness and energy with which the reverend author denounces slavery in America, and the forcible way in which he points out the grievous sin of those professing religion who, in the United States, defend slavery by their speeches and writings, and uphold it by being participators in its pecuniary gains.
First Latin Grammar and Exercises, on Ollendorff's Method.
By WILLIAM HENRY PINNOCK, Corpus Christi College, Cambridge. This is is a very valuable little work, and will, there can be no doubt, acquire an extensive circulation as its merits become known. It is very much calculated to facilitate the study of the Latin. The author displays a thorough knowledge of the subject, and the work will give the learner a better idea of the development of the structure of the Latin language than any other with which we are acquainted. It ought to be in the hands of every learner of that language.
A History of England from the first Inrasion by the Romans to the Ac
cession of Queen l'ictoria. By the Rev. G. A. Poole. Vol. I. This volume, which brings down the history of England till the close of Henry the Eighth, is well digested and carefully written ; but we regret to say that we can detect the poison of Tractarianism lurking in it. It is one of the ingenivus devices of the Oxford school of theologians, to avail themselves of fiction, of history, and of every variety of light literature to disseminate covertly their pernicious principles. We regret that a work otherwise of so much merit as the one before us, should be disfigured by these objectionable theological views.
Wallace, Bruce, and the Bard. A Poem. The author states, in a modest preface, that the sale of this little work, extending to two hundred verses, will be, in a pecuniary point of view, an object to him. This at once disarms criticism. It is due, however, to the author to say, that there are many parts of his little book which indicate the possession of respectable poetic talents. We hope the work will sell. As a specimen we give the closing verses, which refer to
THE BATTLE OF BANYOCKBURN.
“ Your King, my matchless Scots, dash on with him to glory now, Let the trembling King who mocks a throne to the shade of Wallace bow. Though dead, he lives; though the lately living are dead, great Ellerslie's
ghost is here, And Wallace, Scots, and Bruce with you the flying field will clear.
Shame, shame, oh! shame to thy well-earned fame, great Glo’ster, come not
Thus thundered Bruce; then rushing mid flying squadrons and the slain,
A panic ran then through their lines, when the hills around displayed,
The Bruce signal given, from earth and heaven, from dales and hills there rose
' Douglas,'cried Bruce, “thy wounds redress’d, while in the flickering taper's
Not dead or alive, like his barbarous sire, when our sacred hero's head
not thine; I slew the traitor Cummin even at the altar; but Edward's life, I charge you,
guard as you would mine.
Then sounds the view-halloo, when Edward flew on the wings of life and
“ Mowbray, I come,” said the fugitive King, “ this fatal day is o’er,
To Dunbar fled by stealth, Earl March received the royal guest,
Nine times three barons, of highest fame in England's annals, dyed
The Mother's Practical Guide in the Early Training of her Children.
By Mrs. BAKEWELL. Second Edition. The present work is the production of a mother, of whom we may say, judging from its subject matter, that she is in truth a crown to her husband.” She has deeply studied her theme, and with an affectionate interest in the class for whose benefit she has written. Such works as this are much needed; for though many and successful efforts have of late been made for the promotion of education, still, that particular branch which devolves upon a mother, has not been considered of sufficient importance. As an illustration of the kind of information imparted by this valuable little book, we extract a portion from the section on Exercise :
“The best bodily exercise for young children is doubtless running and playing in the open air, from which they should not be debarred by the slight variations in the weather. In large towns, the getting children out of doors, especially so far as to inhale a tolerably pure air, is very difficult; but no sac