han in her flight.'

"--In the 'Young Princess,' the stanzas of which are a din of
nightingales' voices; in 'The Woods of Westermain' and 'The Nuptials of
Attila,' where the ear awaits the burthen, as the sense awaits the horror,
of the song, and the poet holds back both, increasing the painful
expectancy; or in the hammered measure of 'Phoebus with Admetus'--a real
triumph. Of each of these metres you have to admit at once that it is
strange and arresting, and that you cannot conceive the poem written in
any other. And, as I have said, their very asperities tend, with
repetition, to pass into beauties.

"But, in the end, he is remembered best for his philosophy, as the poet
who tells us to have courage and trust in nature, that thereby we may
attain whatever heaven may be. 'Neither shall they say, Lo, here! or Lo,
there! for behold the kingdom of heaven is within you'--yes, and hell,
too, Mr. Meredith wants us:--

"'In tragic life, God wot,
No villain need be! Passions spin the plot:
We are betrayed by what is false within.'

"So, again, in 'The Woods of Westermain,' we are warned that the worst
betrayal for man lies in the cowardice of his own soul:--

"'But have care.
In yourself may lurk the trap.'

"Are you at heart a poltroon or a palterer, cruel, dull, envious, full of
hate? Then Nature, the mother of the strong and generous, will have no
pity, but will turn and rend you with claws. 'Trust her with your whole
heart,' says Mr. Meredith, 'and go forward courageously until you follow:"

"'Where never was track
On the path trod of all.'

"The fight is an ennobling one, when all is said: rejoice in it, because
our children shall use the victory.

"'Take stripes or chains;
Grip at thy standard reviled.
And what if our body be dashed from the steeps?
Our spoken in protest remains.
A younger generation reaps.'"

FROM A CORNISH WINDOW, _Thursday, Sept. 2nd_.

"Hoist up sail while gale doth last. . . ."

I do not call this very sound advice: but we followed it, and that is the
reason why I am able to send off my monthly packet from the old address.
Also it came very near to being a reason why I had no letter to send. The
wind blew as obstinately as ever on the Tuesday morning; but this time we
arranged our start more carefully, and beat out over the bar in
comparatively smooth water. Th