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Obituary.
" Tell , he shows the playwright ancl the commonplace trick of the theatre . All we care about them is the domestic feeling ; the lictors , decemviri , & c , are only a bore , but we like the father's affection tor his daughter ; and we wish to Tell personal success move than ive cave for his liberal and heroic feelings . In Julia ( " Hunchback" ) we admire his knowledge of human nature . The plot seems absurd , the construction clumsy , and the language obsolete ; but the part was successful
because of the human emotion and the natural emotion and the natural feeling displayed in it . AA e may point to the noble speech in Cains Gracchus , act i ., scene 2 , beginning , "Romans , I hold a copy of the charge , " & c , as a model of Shaksperian language . In private life Bro . Knowles was genial and popular . His burly frame , his frank , smiling countenance , his large heart under a bichestancl his kindldispositionare well known to
g , y , Londoners theatrically inclined . This notice may fitly conclude with Charles Lamb ' s genial and kindly lines to Knowles- —the Knowles of twenty years ago—before sectarianism had soured his temper and narrowed his mind -. — " Twelve years ago , I knew thee , Knowles , and then Esteemed you a perfect specimen Of those fine spirits warm-souled Ireland sends
To teach us colder English how a friend ' s Quick pulse should beat : I knew thee brave and plain , Strong sensed , vough-witted , above fear or gain ; But nothing further had the gift to espy . Sudden you reappear—with wonder I Hear my old friend , turned Shakspere , read a scene Only to his inferior in the clean Passes of pathos with such fence-like
art—Ere we can see the steel , 'tis in our heart . " —Laudatus a laudato viro . Bro . Sheridan Knowles died on Sunday last , the 30 th of November , at Torquay . He was initiated into Freemasonry in St . Mark's Lodge , at Glasgow , which boasts of its having been the mother lodge of the late Bro . Edmund Kean ; and Bro . Knowles joined the British Lodge ( No . 8 ) on the 13 th of April , 1833 , but never appears to have held office .
Poetry.
Poetry .
A REQUIEM . AVho hath not lost a friend ? Aye , who ' s the lonely one That hath not in a life ' s career , AA'ith choking sob and gushing tear , Stood trembling by the dismal bier , AVhere lay a loved one—gone .
AAlio hath not watched and wept Beside pale suffering ' s bed : Until the pulse's ceasing quiver , And closing of the eyes for ever , Proclaimed the soul was with its Giver ? The fondly loved one—dead , AA'ho at the hopeless grave
Hath not breathed a silent prayer That , while to the earth the dust was given , The spirit to its God in heaven , The grieving hearts in sorrow riven God would in mercy spare ? And in the thoughtful night , When the moonbeam's shadows blend ,
Hath not recalled the dream of years . The buried hopes , forgotten fears , Deep sympathies , and grateful tears , Of a tried and trusty friend ? And felt not a painful void AVithin an aching breast , AVhen seeking , many a tedious day ,
The tender bosom where to lay The weary head , and hope and pray All might prove for the best ?
Poetry.
Have told how calm his lite Unto its tranquil end . How through long years , with Christian zeal , And strongest hope ancl courage real , He tried to be—for other ' s weal—A firm , true-hearted friend . Not wasted hours were his ,
In self-care wiled away , Until the greedy race was run , Ancl left him where he had begun , While the dull evening's setting sun Banished the live-long day . Not like the autumn leaves , Whirling away on the
wind—Not like a mote on the stream Ever bound to a changing gleam Of new hopes and an every-day dream That fortune might haply turn kind . No friend to the empty tale Of an idle , gossiping drone , ' Or the slandered words that fly ,
Poisoned by jealous spite , to belie Their neighbour ' s name because they try To live down the envious frown . Then the living ones have hoped For his unbroken rest . The poor with grateful hearts have prayed , Ancl earth ' s proud offspring tribute- paid , For no man doth with taunts upbraid The memory of the blessed .
The Week.
THE WEEK .
THE COURT . —Her Majesty and family remain at AVindsor . The Princess Alexandra of Denmark , whose visit to this country is said to have " given the Queen a new lease of existence , " left Windsor Castle for the Continent with her father , Prince Christian , on the 27 th ult . Her future husband , the Prince of
AVales pushed on from Marseilles on the same day , and met Her Eoyal Highness at Lille , and they travelled together to Coogne . They proceeded to Hanover on Saturday . The Prince there took his leave of her and departed for England , where he arrived on Wednesday last . The Princess proceeded to Copenhagen , where she arrived on Tuesday morning , and it being her
birthday , the inhabitants gave her Royal Highness a most enthusiastic reception , the streets being decorated with flags and garlands , and in the evening all the houses in the street in which the young Princess resides were brilliantly illuminated . GENERAL HOME NEWS . —The mortality of London still rises at a rapid rate , Last week it reached tho amount of 1743 ,
ivhich is about the largest number of deaths that has occurred in the corresponding week for the last ten years . We need not say , therefore , that it is considerably above the average—it is , in fact , 300 more than the mean rate of deaths for the end of November . The births for the week were 1834 ; if the average number had been bom the numbers would have heen 1874 .
In his visitation charge at St . Paul's , on Tuesday , the Bishop of London passed in review the various " difficulties" by which the Church is surrounded at the present moment . While doubting whether liturgical changes would not alienate more Churchmen than they would conciliate , he said he was disposed to relax rather than tighten the bonds imposed upon candidates for ordination by the declarations at present required . He had no confidence in legal prosecutions as a means of preserving orthodoxy among the clergy , and he thought " that a wise son of the
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Obituary.
" Tell , he shows the playwright ancl the commonplace trick of the theatre . All we care about them is the domestic feeling ; the lictors , decemviri , & c , are only a bore , but we like the father's affection tor his daughter ; and we wish to Tell personal success move than ive cave for his liberal and heroic feelings . In Julia ( " Hunchback" ) we admire his knowledge of human nature . The plot seems absurd , the construction clumsy , and the language obsolete ; but the part was successful
because of the human emotion and the natural emotion and the natural feeling displayed in it . AA e may point to the noble speech in Cains Gracchus , act i ., scene 2 , beginning , "Romans , I hold a copy of the charge , " & c , as a model of Shaksperian language . In private life Bro . Knowles was genial and popular . His burly frame , his frank , smiling countenance , his large heart under a bichestancl his kindldispositionare well known to
g , y , Londoners theatrically inclined . This notice may fitly conclude with Charles Lamb ' s genial and kindly lines to Knowles- —the Knowles of twenty years ago—before sectarianism had soured his temper and narrowed his mind -. — " Twelve years ago , I knew thee , Knowles , and then Esteemed you a perfect specimen Of those fine spirits warm-souled Ireland sends
To teach us colder English how a friend ' s Quick pulse should beat : I knew thee brave and plain , Strong sensed , vough-witted , above fear or gain ; But nothing further had the gift to espy . Sudden you reappear—with wonder I Hear my old friend , turned Shakspere , read a scene Only to his inferior in the clean Passes of pathos with such fence-like
art—Ere we can see the steel , 'tis in our heart . " —Laudatus a laudato viro . Bro . Sheridan Knowles died on Sunday last , the 30 th of November , at Torquay . He was initiated into Freemasonry in St . Mark's Lodge , at Glasgow , which boasts of its having been the mother lodge of the late Bro . Edmund Kean ; and Bro . Knowles joined the British Lodge ( No . 8 ) on the 13 th of April , 1833 , but never appears to have held office .
Poetry.
Poetry .
A REQUIEM . AVho hath not lost a friend ? Aye , who ' s the lonely one That hath not in a life ' s career , AA'ith choking sob and gushing tear , Stood trembling by the dismal bier , AVhere lay a loved one—gone .
AAlio hath not watched and wept Beside pale suffering ' s bed : Until the pulse's ceasing quiver , And closing of the eyes for ever , Proclaimed the soul was with its Giver ? The fondly loved one—dead , AA'ho at the hopeless grave
Hath not breathed a silent prayer That , while to the earth the dust was given , The spirit to its God in heaven , The grieving hearts in sorrow riven God would in mercy spare ? And in the thoughtful night , When the moonbeam's shadows blend ,
Hath not recalled the dream of years . The buried hopes , forgotten fears , Deep sympathies , and grateful tears , Of a tried and trusty friend ? And felt not a painful void AVithin an aching breast , AVhen seeking , many a tedious day ,
The tender bosom where to lay The weary head , and hope and pray All might prove for the best ?
Poetry.
Have told how calm his lite Unto its tranquil end . How through long years , with Christian zeal , And strongest hope ancl courage real , He tried to be—for other ' s weal—A firm , true-hearted friend . Not wasted hours were his ,
In self-care wiled away , Until the greedy race was run , Ancl left him where he had begun , While the dull evening's setting sun Banished the live-long day . Not like the autumn leaves , Whirling away on the
wind—Not like a mote on the stream Ever bound to a changing gleam Of new hopes and an every-day dream That fortune might haply turn kind . No friend to the empty tale Of an idle , gossiping drone , ' Or the slandered words that fly ,
Poisoned by jealous spite , to belie Their neighbour ' s name because they try To live down the envious frown . Then the living ones have hoped For his unbroken rest . The poor with grateful hearts have prayed , Ancl earth ' s proud offspring tribute- paid , For no man doth with taunts upbraid The memory of the blessed .
The Week.
THE WEEK .
THE COURT . —Her Majesty and family remain at AVindsor . The Princess Alexandra of Denmark , whose visit to this country is said to have " given the Queen a new lease of existence , " left Windsor Castle for the Continent with her father , Prince Christian , on the 27 th ult . Her future husband , the Prince of
AVales pushed on from Marseilles on the same day , and met Her Eoyal Highness at Lille , and they travelled together to Coogne . They proceeded to Hanover on Saturday . The Prince there took his leave of her and departed for England , where he arrived on Wednesday last . The Princess proceeded to Copenhagen , where she arrived on Tuesday morning , and it being her
birthday , the inhabitants gave her Royal Highness a most enthusiastic reception , the streets being decorated with flags and garlands , and in the evening all the houses in the street in which the young Princess resides were brilliantly illuminated . GENERAL HOME NEWS . —The mortality of London still rises at a rapid rate , Last week it reached tho amount of 1743 ,
ivhich is about the largest number of deaths that has occurred in the corresponding week for the last ten years . We need not say , therefore , that it is considerably above the average—it is , in fact , 300 more than the mean rate of deaths for the end of November . The births for the week were 1834 ; if the average number had been bom the numbers would have heen 1874 .
In his visitation charge at St . Paul's , on Tuesday , the Bishop of London passed in review the various " difficulties" by which the Church is surrounded at the present moment . While doubting whether liturgical changes would not alienate more Churchmen than they would conciliate , he said he was disposed to relax rather than tighten the bonds imposed upon candidates for ordination by the declarations at present required . He had no confidence in legal prosecutions as a means of preserving orthodoxy among the clergy , and he thought " that a wise son of the