'Tus literary journals are still joining in a groaning chorus over Mr. Froude's last York on Carlyle, and their unanimity, like that of the characters in the 'Critic,' is wonderful. Mr. Froude draws " compa-risen between Curlyle and Isaiah, and says that if, as Carlylo's own mother acknowledged, her son was gey ill to live with," the great Hebrew prophet was probably not a very pleasant or accommodating companion either. But while the former could and did join in the denunciations of Isaiah, it was utterly foreign to his nature to say anything so gentle and so encouraging as many of the more beautiful passages in Teaiah's works. As the Spectator puts it, is words are scorpions to what is poor and shallow in man even more than to what is evil, He hates human pettiness than he hates Iumans Much of his atrabiliousness vented itself in complaining that what he ate did not agree with him, and it is likely enough that his dyspepsia was at the root of a great deal of his misanthropy. Mr. Froude well says that his religion was Calvinism without the theology, and thisisno doubt true. The Atheneum reviews a book entired 'Introduction to the Study of the New Testament: Critical, Exegotical, and Theological,' by Dr. Davidson. We Jdom read a criti ted with the Congregational per-jon, 80 he cannot be suspected [prima facie hostility to the orthodox caucus of interpretation. But his conclusions are certainly very far from orthodox. Speaking of the Gospel of St. John, the date of which he places at 150 A.D., he says, "The events narrated are not so authentic as Renan imagines the discourses are not so authentic as Mr. Arnold believes. Both have more of the ideal than is usually allowed; the discourses being chiefly the writer's free production." So that, in Dr. Davidson's opinion, the book was not written by St. John, and the discourses are not those of Christ. The question of the authorship of the epistles he decides in a very novel way. He says that, in accordance with the literary custom of the time, they were written by persons who took the names of the Apostles as norns-de-plume, "Even Christian writers often wrote in the name of others, with good motives. The thing was common; 80 that contemporaries could not condemn what they approved of By personating an apostle the author Loped to give currency to his exhortations and make them productive of beneficial results, The means were thought harmless, and the and desirable." The practice is common enough in China, if that is anything to the point. We know one heterodox book at any rate in which pages on pages of heresy are put into the mouth of Confucius himself, while the tractates written in names of Lao Tsze, Wen Chang, Kuan Ti, and other worthies, centuries after their death, are innumerable, The Atheneum says withe out hesitation that this is by far the ablest and most satisfactory book in English or avy other that deals with topics included under the title, and we suppose its effect will be as great upon New Testament criticism as that of Professor Robertson Smith's book upon the Old. We notice by the same paper that a novel has recently been published entitled 'The Pet of the Consulate,' the hero of which is a bewitching young student-interpreter the British ousular Service, bound for Yokohama and Hakodadi. It should Borvico besides our future Consuls in rove interesting to other members of the Tokio and Peking, for nearly all the charac-tors are recognisable, Sir Brooke Robertson among them, The authorabip is an open secret. But we are forgetting the literary event of the week. There is rather a large obituary, the most prominent name upon the roll being that of DanteGabriel Rossetti, the famous painter and poet. Vanity Fai says it fancies the whole tes! derive their existence from the picture and the poem called "The Blessed Damozal' by Th appears that Mr. Rossetti had b failing health for many veers, and his lamented death is a has an interesting and instructive review of Mr, Lausdell's book, 'Through Siberia.' It is a circumstantial and description of the Siberian penal system, which has hitherto been so closely shrouded in whet the writer calls a mystery of terror. If Mr. Lansdell is to be trusted—and the Spectator vouches for his accuracy—then we are forced to the conclusion that the accounts hitherto current have been greatly exayyerated. The knout, however, Seems to be " most terrible and barbarous punishment. The following passage is "As to the crimes of the exiles, they a not all political, uor even chicly so, A large proportion—4,000 out of 18,000—of them are charged with' no particular offence, except that they have rendered themselves obnoous to the community among which they lived, If a man in Russia be idle and drunken, and will not pay his toxes, nor support his wife and family, but leaves these things to be done by his usighbours, his com-—which may consist of oe or more villages—meet in their mir, or village patliament, vote the mau a nuisance, and adjudge by sent, at their expense, to Siberia, judgment is submitted to higher rities, and unless just can is conticmed. but to get his living as a colonist, thus by the villages, L was told, are chiefly drunkards,"
The Times has broken out in a place. It devotes three columns to re ing a very comical book in Baboo-English entitled *Memoir of the late Honourable Tustice Onoocool Chunder Muokerjee', by Mohndronauth joe, Teacher of History, etc, Some of this is surely rather stale; the description of the Justice's death-bed, for instance..." He hermetically sealed his tips not to open them again The doctors did what they could do, with their puissance and knack of medical kuowledge, but it proved after all as if to milk theram!... He remained sotto voce for a few hours, and then went to God at about 6 pu.... His wife, whose anguish it would be impossible to describe, shrieked bitterly, weltering on the ground, his children did fonder en and then the house "presented a Babel and pretty kettle of fish. This 11 as old as the hills. The sufferings of the Justice are elsewhere pathetically comose of a toad under a harrow. ing, from an anglo-native paper, is a fine piece of political criticism wath Sir George Campbell as ly Bore of House of Common When Sir George was Lord of Belvedere to be summum bonus awl Triton among minnows, He war, inde the Cact Grandiflorue of Boogal, also flouted native gentlemen with though he flaunted bins ka. But in gaudy tinsel, it wax not for ever and for th House of Commons have and tatter, exposed cui bone in wil ite naked hideousness, The straitened circumstances of the worthy Sustice are said to have deprived the, sweet and well-beloved faces of his family of "the soft and fascinating beams of a sim per for many a grim-visaged year." Here is another death-bed scene twas evening. The slanting rays of an autumnal euu were playing feat and loose with without.
Mary Cat euabryonic Nightingale, Had tracted to old age, whol fusiog and light upon rely around her, she woul compre! would bat out knowing the alpha and beta of the science of music, too frequently did wi ie forth the burthen of ber soul in h hymns, without ti in company with her There are some extraordinary accounts of the Salvationists in Truth. Quo reads with astonishment of such personages as the self-styled Hallelujah Fishmonger, the Converted Conjurer, and the Blood-washed Miner, The following description of Tuinbo's reception in Madison-square Gardens is from the Pall Mall Gazette He Jed across the ina rye pen next to a He was welcome elephants in a grand chorus of tramp and by roars from the hous, tigers, hyenas, and other arum i towering above eleplauts look small.
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