Harper’s New Monthly Magazine No. V.—October, 1850.—Vol. I. CONTENTS Wordsworth—His Character And Genius. Sidney Smith. By George Gilfillan. Thomas Carlyle. By George Gilfillan. The Gentleman Beggar. An Attorney’s Story. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) Singular Proceedings Of The Sand Wasp. (From Howitt’s Country Year-Book.) What Horses Think Of Men. From The Raven In The Happy Family. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) The Quakers During The American War. (From Howitt’s Country Year-Book.) A Shilling’s Worth Of Science. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) A Tuscan Vintage. How To Make Home Unhealthy. By Harriet Martineau. Sorrows And Joys. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) Maurice Tiernay, The Soldier Of Fortune. (From the Dublin University Magazine) The Enchanted Rock. (From Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal.) The Force Of Fear. (From Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal.) Lady Alice Daventry; Or, The Night Of Crime. (From the Dublin University Magazine.) Mirabeau. An Anecdote Of His Private Life. (From Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal.) Terrestrial Magnetism. (From Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal.) Early History Of The Use Of Coal. (From Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal.) Jenny Lind. By Fredrika Bremer. My Novel; Or, Varieties In English Life. By Pisistratus Caxton. (From Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine.) The Two Guides Of The Child. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) The Laboratory In The Chest. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) The Steel Pen. An Illustration Of Cheapness. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) Snakes And Serpent Charmers. (From Bentley’s Miscellany.) The Magic Maze. (From Colburn’s Monthly Magazine.) The Sun. (From Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal.) The Household Jewels. (From Dickens’s Household Words.) The Tea-Plant. (From Hogg’s Instructor.) Anecdotes Of Dr. Chalmers. The Pleasures Of Illness. (From the People’s Journal.) Obstructions To The Use Of The Telescope. Monthly Record Of Current Events. Literary Notices. Autumn Fashions. Footnotes WORDSWORTH—HIS CHARACTER AND GENIUS. [Illustration: Wordsworth.] In a late article on Southey, we alluded to the solitary position of Wordsworth in that lake country where he once shone the brightest star in a large galaxy. Since then, the star of Jove, so beautiful and large, has gone out in darkness—the greatest laureate of England has expired—the intensest, most unique, and most pure-minded of our poets, with the single exceptions of Milton and Cowper, is departed. And it were lesemajesty against his mighty shade not to pay it our tribute while yet his memory, and the grass of his grave, are green.