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to be most true and faithful to the Church of England, and yet to be the 

 zealous Champion of an outspread of knowledge, fenced and sanctified by re- 

 ligion, through the length and the breadth of tne united kingdom." 



There is not — assuredly there is not — a liberal heart within the 

 limits of our own beloved Island, that will not respond with gener- 

 ous acclamation to the wise and philanthropic principles so earnestly 

 as well as happily advocated in Dr. Jones' Lecture ; and, at the 

 same time, that will not offer up the most devout aspirations 

 to the Supreme Source of all true knowledge and happiness, for 

 increasing prosperity to the Staines' Institution, with the highest 

 reward of philanthropy to its devoted and venerable Vice-president. 



The Spirit of the Woods, illustrated by coloured engravings. By 

 the author of The Moral of Flowers. 1 vol. 8vo. London, 

 1837. 



" With gentle hand, 

 Touch — for there is a spirit in the woods." 



Such is the advice of Wordsworth, which assuredly we will 

 follow ; not only because the work is the production of a lady, and 

 therefore deserves to be handled gently, but because it is executed 

 in a style to disarm the most ungallant critic who recognizes no sex 

 in a printed volume. Yet we can scarcely understand how this can 

 be ; for cold must be the heart, and dull the eye, that feels not, sees 

 not, at a first glance, and on the perusal of a single page, that we 

 are indebted for this most elegant volume to the soft ])encil and finer 

 pen of a lady. How great is our privilege to be allowed to walk 

 through the forest glades in company with one so deeply skilled 

 in 



" that language 

 Which Howers can speak — 

 Each hue a word, each leaf a thought" — 



To which utterance is given in divers comments on the form, foli- 

 age, and effect, as regards the picturesque, the beautiful, and the 

 sublime, of each tree we may encounter ; the whole summed up in 

 verse, tuned to the music of a thankful heart. And thus the 

 strains which the children of the forest are made to breathe are 

 more grateful to a rational spirit than when ancient poets spoke 

 the language of the fabled dryads. With such an instructive guide 

 would we wish to traverse field and hnlt, either 



" in the youthful hour 

 Of spring, when every little fiower 

 Its timid eye was closing;" 



or , 



" when the stormy winds of winter 

 rouse 



