[1] "Morning Manna, or British Verse-book, neatly done up for the pocket," and chiefly intended to assist the members of the British Verse Association, whose design is, we are told, "to induce the inhabitants of Great Britain and Ireland to commit one and the same verse of Scripture to memory every morning. Already, it is known, several thousand persons in Scotland, besides tens of thousands in America and Africa, are every morning learning the same verse."
[2] According to the late Mr. Irving, there is even a peculiar form of theology got up expressly for the money-market, "I know how far wide," he says, "of the mark my views of Christ's work in the flesh will be viewed by those who are working with the stock-jobbing theology of the religious world." "Let these preachers." he adds, "(for I will not call them theologians), cry up, brother like, their article,"—Morning Watch."— No. iii, 442. 443.
LETTER III.
FROM MISS FANNY FUDGE, TO HER COUSIN, MISS KITTY ——.
STANZAS ENCLOSED.
TO MY SHADOW; OR, WHY?—WHAT?—HOW?
Dark comrade of my path! while earth and sky
Thus wed their charms, in bridal light arrayed,
Why in this bright hour, walkst thou ever nigh;
Blackening my footsteps, with thy length of shade—
Dark comrade, WHY?
Thou mimic Shape that, mid these flowery scenes,
Glidest beside me o'er each sunny spot,
Saddening them as thou goest—say, what means
So dark an adjunct to so bright a lot—
Grim goblin, WHAT?
Still, as to pluck sweet flowers I bend my brow,
Thou bendest, too—then risest when I rise;—
Say, mute, mysterious Thing! how is't that thou
Thus comest between me and those blessed skies—
Dim shadow, HOW?