was a-cold,'

and quote Tennyson, like poor Cuthbert, all day long. Who is there to
hinder?'

'No one,' replied William, with all the warmth of heart of a man who was
once a groom and then a bridegroom. 'No one. I saw Adelaide this morning
a-carrying flannels and rum to the poor of the parish; how thoroughly
she has reformed, I'm sure.'

* * * * *

Reader, let us pause here and dwell on the respective merits of the
Bohemian Girl, and Father Rodin in the _Mysteries of Paris_, compared
with the characters described in _Ravenshoe_. Let us ask if an English
novel can be written without allusion to the Derby or Life at Oxford,
the accumulation of pounds or the squandering of pounds, rightful heirs
or wrongful heirs, false marriages, or the actions of spoiled children
generally? An answer is looked for.

* * * * *

'And further this deponent sayeth not.'

* * * * *

The Nashville _Union_--the new Union newspaper of that city--is
emphatically 'an institution,' and a dashing one at that. Its every
column is like the charge of a column of infantry into the unhallowed
Rebel-ry of Disunion. 'Don't compromise your loyalty with rebels,' says
the _Union_, 'until you are ready to compromise your soul with the
devil.'

Some of the humor of this brave pioneer sheet is decidedly piquant.
Among its quizzical literary efforts the review of Rev. Dr. McFerrin's
_Confederate Primer_ is good enough to form the initial of a series. We
make the following extracts:

'Nothing is more worthy of being perpetuated than valuable
contributions to literature. The literature of a nation is its
crown of glory, whose reflected light shines far down the
swift-rolling waves of time and gladdens the eyes of remote
generations. This beautiful and--to our notion--finely-expressed
sentiment was suggested to our mind in turning over the pages of
Rev. Dr. McFerrin's _Confederate Primer_, which we briefly noticed
yesterday. We feel that we then passed too hastily over a work so
grand in its conception.... The _Primer_, after giving the alphabet
in due form, offers some little rhymes for youngsters, which are
perfect nosegays of sentiment, of which the following will serve
as samples:

N.

At Nashville's fall
We sinned all.

T.

At Number Ten
We sinned again.

F.

Thy purse