astounded when his
terms were complied with, and the money paid at once into his hands.
He could no longer withhold his consent; nor could he refuse some
admiration of this proof of a father's love for his child. The Lord
Somerset had, in fact, sold his whole possessions, and reduced himself
to an estate not far removed from beggary, to give his daughter the
husband of her choice.

It was the Lady Anne Carr, of whom Vandyke painted an exquisite and
well-known portrait, when Countess of Bedford. She was the mother of
William Lord Russell; and died heart-broken in her old age, when she
heard of the execution of her noble and first-born son.

This is, perhaps, one of Mr. Tayler's most successful pieces; it has
more breadth (if we may use such a term) than he is wont to employ,
the absence of which from his writing, we have more than once had
occasion to regret.

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TIME'S TELESCOPE.

Our old friend Time has this year illustrated his march, or
object-glass, with a host of _images_ or _spectra_--that is, woodcuts
of head and tail pieces--to suit all tastes--from the mouldering
cloister of other days to the last balloon ascent. The Notices of
Saints' Days and Holidays, Chronology and Biography, Astronomical and
Naturalist's Notices, are edited with more than usual industry; and
the poetry, original and selected, is for the most part very pleasing.

As we have a running account with Time's Telescope, (who has not?) and
occasionally illustrate our pages with extracts during the year, we
content ourselves for the present with a quotation from an original
article, by "a correspondent from Alveston," possessing much good
feeling and a tone of reflection, to us very pleasing:--

THE INFLUENCE OF A FLOWER.

Towards the close of a most lovely spring day--and such a lovely one,
to my fancy, has never beamed from the heavens since--I carelessly
plucked a cowslip from a copse side, and gave it to _Constance_. 'Twas
on that beautiful evening when she told me all her heart! as, seated
on a mossy bank, she dissected, with downcast eyes, every part of the
flower; chives, pointal, and petal, all were displayed; though I am
sure she never even thought of the class. My destiny through life I
considered as fixed from that hour.--Shortly afterwards I was called,
by the death of a relative, to a distant part of England; upon
my return, _Constance_ was no more. The army was not my original