Woman in the Nineteenth Century

GH THE COUNTR

though not a deep, knowledge of men and books,-his naturally fine taste has been more refined by observation, both at home and abroad, than is usual in this busy country; and, though not himself a thinker, he follows with care and delight the flights of a rapid and in

when he is once kindled, the blaze of light casts every object on which it falls into a bold relief, and gives every scene a lustre unknown before. He is not, perhaps, strictly original in his thoughts; but the severe truth of his character, and

the poor benefits of our imperfectly civilized state. And those I took this day, seemed not unworthy of a more general circulation. The sparkle of talk, the free breez

up for the time she had lost, in an uncommonly cold and wet spring. The leaves were bursting from their sheaths with such rapidity that the trees seemed actually to greet you as you passed

fearful to disturb the universal song by

ld skies and hostile breezes vanished before this single bre

in every moment of joy, pain is annihilated. There is no past, a

the night that taught

you know, object to no

is good; and to find out the why is all our employmen

so many birds, nor saw so many flower

s the bridal kiss of the sun. He seems most happy, i

hen I did not know what was the Asphodel, so celebrated by the poets, I

flowers will not bear being token out of their places and brought home to the centre-table. But, when enamel

ac shrubbery. As it stands, undivided from the road to which the green bank slopes

wn to the very dust, in waves of light, to greet the passer-by. That is, in

those houses of staring white. Strange that, in the extrem

be a natural growth. This glistening white paint was long preferred because the most expensive; just as in the West, I understand, they paint houses red to make them

oiled so far as to like these white palings. The

t color sho

vilized parts of the globe. Then your ey

has its palaces of white st

e atmosphere soon mellowed into cre

admire our own red brick in the aft

ith the Italians. No color is too keen for the eye of the Neapolitan. He thinks, with little Riding-hood, there is no color

ever-weeping skies, and seven-piled velvet of verdure, they are no rule for us, whose eyes are accustomed to the keen blue and brilliant clouds of our own realm, and who see the earth

the more. But, even admitting what you say, there is no harmo

rely these piazzas and pipe-

he torments of Mons. Chaubert in his first experience of the oven. But I do not assail the piazzas, at any rate; they are most desirable, in these hot summers of ours, were they but in proportion with the house, and their pillars with one another. But I do object to hou

at an American architecture. Here in the East, alas! the case is becom

l vanity. But a building, to be beautiful, should harmonize exactly with the uses to which it is to be put, and be an index to the climate and habits of the people. There is no

s his riches and his family increase; he will beautify as his character refines, and as his eye becomes accustomed to observe objects around him for their loveliness as well as for their utility. He will borrow from Nature

carriage

at beautiful lady

ness which the open air gives to her complexion, she certainly does look s

you mentioned her in your letters. And

ter, when I met her at the South, she had altered, and seemed so much less attr

Let us fasten our horses and go into this little wood. There is

r read, they were told in caves,

Let us begin that American originality we were talking

ed on lying on the grass, and gazing up at the clouds in a most uncitizen-like

my own land. But in the Arts, and most of all in Music, I found all my wishes more than realized. I found the soul of man uttering itself with the swiftness, the freedom and the beauty, for which I had always pined. I easily conceived how foreigners, once acquainted with this diverse language, pass their lives without a wish for pleasure or employment beyond hearing the great works of the masters. It seemed to me that here was wealth to feed the thoughts for ages. This lady fixed my attention by the rapturo

of being introduced to her at h

action of an hour had given her, were entirely fled. Her eye was restless, her cheek pale and thin, her whole expression perturbed and so

friendly visitant could not discompose them by a remark indicating any expansion of mind or life. Much as I enjoyed the beauty of the country around, when out in the free air, my hours within the house would have been dull enough but for the contemplation of this picture. While the round of common-place songs was going on, and the whist-players were at their work, I used to sit and wonder how this being, so sovereign in the fire of her nature, so proud in her untamed loveliness, could ever have come of their blo

object to the travel

promise of her youthful prime had failed. She had missed her course; and the beauty, whose cha

n. To err, to suffer, is their lot; all who have feeling and energy of character must s

of pure beauty which must break with a fall. The common air must not touch them, for they make their own atmosphere.

enjoyed in knowing what she should have been. At first the disappointment was severe, but I have learnt to pardon her, as others who get mutilated or worn i

st persons so rough and uncongenial that their presence commands like that of a reproving angel, o

indulgence with which she was treated did not have an obviously bad effect upon her then; it did not make her selfish, sensual, or vain. Her character was too powerful to dwell upon such boons as those nearest her could bestow. She negligently received them all as her due. It was later that the pernicious effects of the absence of all discipline showed

less love, undying faith, etc., seemed her native tongue. It was like the most glowing sunset sky. It swelled upon the ear like music. It was the only way she ever wished to be addressed, and she now saw plainly why all talk of everyday people had fallen unheeded on her ear. She could have listened all day. But when, emboldened by the beaming eye and ready smile with which she heard, he pressed his suit more seriously, and talked of marriage, she drew back astonished. Marry yet?-impossible! She had never thought of it; and as sh

s threefold delighted that she would have a daughter married so young,-at least three years younger than any of her elder sisters were married. Both lent their influence; and Emily, accustomed

citement about the new chapter which was to be opened in her life. Yet so little idea had she of the true business of life, and the importance of its ties, that perhaps there was no figure in the future that occupied her less than that

The exquisite rose had not yet opened its leaves so as to show its

s, already learned that something she seemed to possess was wanting in the too constant companion of her da

with Mr. L--, as he had promised she should be, and that she wished to have her marriage broken. She urged her father to make haste about it, as she had particular reasons fo

she had been used to find all-powerful, and he told her at last it could not be done, she gave way to a paroxysm of passion; she declared that she could not and would not live with Mr. L--; that, so soon as she saw anything of the world, she saw many men that she infinitely

are entirely

o yielding before. I am not seventeen. Is the

ify me! Do you l

e to love, now I know what it is. I have s

ot kind

ing. I hate to be with him. I do not wish

could be so cruel as to bind her to a vow she had taken when so mere a child; that she would go home with her f

did he

to be angry once than unhappy always, as I

He could not but acknowledge the truth of what she said, that she had been persuaded into the match when but a child; for she seemed a very infant now, in wilfulness and ignorance of the world. But I believe neither he nor her father had one compunctious misgiving as to their having profane

s in a different light. But father, mother, uncles, brothers, all reasoned with her in vain. Totally unused to disappointment, she could not for a long

it is too cruel. I cannot, will not believe it. You always wished me to belong to him. You do no

away. Her indifference to L-- had become hatred, in the course of these thoughts and conversations. She regarded herself as his victim, and him as her betrayer, since, she said, he was old enough to know the importance of the step to which he led her. Her mind, naturally noble, though now in this wild state, refused to

Emily inflexible. Her husband at last sought

ith her music, in reading poetry, in solitary walks. But as the person who had been, however unintentionally, the means of making her

en the morbid ones which she saw to be sincerity, tenderness and delicacy gone astray,-perverted and soured by the foolish indulgence of her education, and the severity of her destiny made known suddenly to a mind quite unpre

orld to me?" she said. "I am forbidden to seek there a

Almeria, looking out into the golde

oner and the sla

red to explain the hopes of larger span which enable the soul that ca

to her, but the tone was not; it was that which rises from the d

e of these thoughts i

before unknown except to her own heart, of woe, r

of sympathy and a congenial environment. And what had Almeria done? Revenged herself? Tormented all around her? Clung with wild passion to a selfish resolve? Not at all. She had made t

ally leavened the whole being of thi

asked her father when Mr.

onths," he replie

o have you write

long mortified and harassed, had ceased to

ne constituted like me must feel, in a home where I found no rest for my heart. I have now read, seen and thought, what has made me a woman. I can be what you call reasonable, though not perhaps in your way. I see that my misfortune is irreparable. I heed not the world's opinion, and would, for myself, rather remain he

I understood life or myself. But I will be his attentive and friendly companion, the mistress of his house, if he pleases. To the world it will seem enough,-he will be more comfortable there,-and what he wished of me was, in a great measure, to show me to the world

ather may be conceived, a

she had done; yet he was glad to have her back, as she had judged, for the sake of appearances. All was smoothed over by a plausible story. People, indeed, knew the truth as to the f

appiness in her affections, she had turned for solace to the intellectual life, and her naturally powerful and brilliant mind had

ded and mellowed by feeling, was far more eloquent; but it had none of the virgin magnificence, the untouched tropical luxuriance, which had fired my fancy. The false position in which she

sic, and the great excellence she had attained as a performer, drew us together. I was her daily visitor; but, if my a

V-- had been intimate with Emily some time before my

where was the hus

e comforts of daily life; but otherwise, with polite, steady coldness. Finding that she received the court, which many were disposed to pay her, with grace and affability, but at heart with imperial indifference, he ceased to disturb himself; for, as she rightl

I know of, except his beauty, and that is the beauty of a petit-maitre-effeminate, without ch

the land, doing their devoirs maugre scars and starvation? And why? One want of a woman's heart is to admire and be protected; but another is to be understood in all her delicate feelings, and have an obje

made to grow old; but I never saw a fairer spring-time than shone in

und him in the world. So delicate was he, and Emily for a long time so unconscious, that nobody except myself divined how strong w

ffair interested me deeply; for, like all persons whose perceptions are more lively than their hopes, I delight to live from day to day in the more ardent experiments of others. I looked o

d did not, even by a look, until one even

at down in an arbor to enjoy it, and probably stayed much longer than I could have imagined; for when I re?ntered the large saloon it was deserted. The lights, however, were not extinguished, and, hearing voices in the inner room, I supposed some guests still remained; and, as I had not spoken with Emily that evening, I ventured in to bid her good-night. I started, repentant, on finding her alone with V--, and in a situation that announced their feelings to be no longer concealed from each other. She, leaning back on the sofa, was weeping bitterly, while V-

t promises to give both V-- and myself, what we greatly need, a calm friend and adviser. You are the only person among these crowds of men whom I could consult; for I have

he said, "I believe Aglauron to be as free from prejudice as any man, an

this important moment? Aglauron, what remains to me of happiness,-if anything do remain; perhaps the hope of heaven, if, indeed, there be a heaven,-is at stake! Father and brother have failed their trust. I

replied without hesitation, str

meaning of those words, Love, Marriage, Life. When I was bound to Mr. L--, by a vow which from my heedless lips was mockery of all thought, all holiness, I had never known a duty, I had never felt the pressure of a tie. Life had been, so far, a sw

m all his faults, and the imperfection of our relation, grew up in my mind the knowledge of what the true might be to me. It is astonishing how the thought grow upon me day by day. I had not been married more than three months before I knew what it wo

heir youth up, and accustomed to have the individual will fettered for the advantage of society. For the same reason, you cannot guess the silen

ent without being happy; but this observation was far from making me love them more. I felt alone, bitterly, contemptuously alone. I hated men who had made the laws that bound me. I did not believe in God; for why had He permitted the dart to enter so unprepared a breast? I

e that if all the wrecked submitted to be drowned, the world would be a desert. She taught me to pity others, even those I myself was paining; for she showed m

l, even when baffled and sickened in its dearest wishes. That example was not wholly lost: I free

t of myself; and life, busy or idle, is still most bitter to the homeless heart. I c

d her eye, and was well-nigh melt

self. I shall mortify him; but that is a trifle compared with actual misery. I shall grieve my parents; but, were they truly such, would they not grieve still more that I must reje

ssed h

do love, and could make a green spot in the desert of life over which she mourned, she would rejoice to have me do so. Then, again, something whispers she might have objections to make; and I wish-O, I long to know them! For I feel

ous scruples? Do you never

myself as L--'s wife. If I have lived in his house, it was to make the best of what was left, as Almeria advised. But what I f

forth all that

st have time to think. You shall hear from me. I shall certainly

ill enable me to decide what I shall do. V--, now go a

l woman, quite independent of the reasoning power. I saw that, as she could give no account of the past, except that she saw it was fit, or saw it wa

, they reject what injures them. They die if wounded,-blossom if fortunate; but never learn to analyze all t

ad been at first equally emboldened and surprised by the ease with which he won her to listen to his suit. But he was soon still more surprised to find that she would only listen. She had no regard for her position in society as a married woman,-none for her vow.

there. Convince me it is for the best, and I will go with you at once. But now it seems wrong, unwise, scarcely better than to stay as we are. We must go secretly, must live obscurely in a corner. That I cannot bear,-all is wro

was wholly absorbed in his passion, and his only wish was to persua

ot, was a means of bringing home to the mind the great idea of Duty, the understanding of which, and not happiness, seemed to be the end of life. Life looked not clear to me otherwise. I entreated her to separate herself from V-- for a year, before doing anything decisive; she could then look at the subject from other points of vi

sion, your advice had small ch

with a calm brow and earnest eyes, devoted hers

And th

pected moral, though perhaps the true denouement may lead to o

And th

nature found him too much hers, and too little his own. He satisfied her as little as L-- had done, though always lovely and dear. She saw

mother, and all other thoughts are merged in that. But she will not long be permitted to abide there. One more pang, and I look to see her find her central point, from which all the paths she has taken lead. She loves truth so ardent

athize with your feeling about this lady. She is a strange, and, I think, very unattractive

ause I have d

, there should be a

e but get the rig

And wher

ut I do not understand Aglauron yet, nor what he expects from this Emily. Yet her character, though almost

can Women. The Duty

ing, and exact adherence to the facts,-and a printed circular, containing proposals for immediate practical adoption of the plan wore fully described in a book published some weeks since, under the title, "The Duty of American Women to the

en, as being less immersed in other cares and toils, from the preparation it gives for their task as mothers, and from the necessity in which a great proportion stand of earning a

sympathize wi

f children in their earliest years. It is not generally proposed that she should be sufficiently instructed and developed to understand the pursuits or aims of her future husband; she is not to be a help-meet to him in the way of companionship and counsel, except in the care of his house and children.

sed by those who so anxiously define her sphere. We would demand it that she might not ignorantly or frivolously thwart the designs of her husband; that she might be the respected friend of her sons, not less than of her daughters; that she might give more refinement, elevation and attraction, to the society which is needed to give the characters of men polish and plasticity,-no less so than to save them from vicious and sensual habits. But the most fastidious critic on the departure of Woman from her sphere can scarcely fail to see, at present, that a vast pro

d that men who do not look deeply and carefully at causes and tendencies, should be led, by disgust at the hardened, hackneyed characters which the present state of things too often produces in women, to such conclusions as they are. We, no more than they, delight in the picture of the poor woman digging in the mines in her husband's clothes. We, no mor

r characters strengthened and eventually beautified and harmonized. Should the state of society then be such that each may remain, as Nature seems to have intended, Woman the tutelary genius of home, while Man manages the outdoor business of life, both may be done with a wisdom, a mutual understanding and respect, unknown at present. Men will

g, against the fiat of Providence and the march of Fate, to bind down rushing life to the s

hem better. Such persons will have seen enough of the state of things in London, Paris, New York, and manufacturing regions everywhere, to feel that

s there is here for Woman's mind and Woman's labor, will always be filled. A few have usurped the martial province, but these must always be few; the nature of Woman is opposed to war. It is natural enough to see "female physicians," and we believe that the lace cap and work-bag are as much at home here as the wig and gold-headed cane. In the priesthood, they have, from all time, shared mor

ere rejoiced when an intelligent lady of Massachusetts made the refined heroine of a little romance select this calling. This lady (Mrs. George Lee) has looked on society with unusual largeness of spirit and healthiness of temper. She is well acquainted with the world of conventions, but sees beneath it the world of nature. She is a generous writer, and unpretending as the generous are wont to be. We do not recall the name of the tale, but the circumstance above mentioned marks its temper. We h

her, should be added to this, sincere modesty combined with firmness, liberal views, with a power and will to liberalize them still further, a good method, and habits of exact and thorough investigation. In the two last requisites women are ge

nowledge it has acquired. The natural method of doing this for one's self, is to attempt teaching others; those years also are the best of the practical teacher. The teacher should be near the pupil,

n who are to enter the domestic sphere, and this calling most of al

female teachers are wanted, and more likely to be, and that a plan is projected which looks wise, liberal an

chers provided, according to the wants and tendencies of the various locations now destitute. What is to be done for them centrally, is for suitable persons to examine into the various kinds of fitness, communicate some general view

d funds, will be from East to West-t

e an invariable object in the search after truth, and the diffusion of the means of knowledge, while its form shall be plastic according to the wants of the time. This norma

is come when a purer and more generous food is to be offered to the people at large. We believe the aim of all education to be to rouse the mind to action, show it the means of discipline and of information; then leave it free, with God, Conscience, and the love of

difficulty, especially if there be excited in the community anything like a

refer; but further than this no one has any right to go. It is all wrong to hazard the well-being of the soul, to jeopardize great public interests for the sake of advancing the interests of a sect. People must learn to prac

till the plan shall be sufficiently under way to provide regularly for the office, are Mrs. Stowe and

s lives of those who have even the advantage of getting work must lead, with the sufferings and almost inevitable degradation to which those who cannot are exposed, but must long to snatch such as are

which, if laid to heart, would prove a practical remedy for many ills, and of such daily and hourly efficacy in the conduct of life, that any extensive observance of it for a single year would perceptibly raise the tone of thought, feeling and conduct, throughout the civil

ge S

n I am sure of myself, can I pour out my soul at the feet of another. In the assured soul it is kingly prodigality; in one which cannot forbear it is mere babyhood.

. That would be my wish also,-to know all, and then choose. I even revered her, for I was not sure that I could have resisted the call of the now; could have left the spirit and gone to God; and at a more ambitious age I could not have refused the philosopher. But

y of law;-to know that license is the foe of freedom; and, though the sophistry of Passion in these books disgusted me, flowers of purest hue seemed to

mistakes, writing for money! She has genius, and a manly grasp of mind, but not a manly heart. Will there nev

looked at when dressed, "avec un front impassible," it reminded me of -- and her mother. What a heroine she would be for Sand! S

n inexhaustible amusement. She is capable of the most romantic actions,-wild as the falcon, voluptuous as the tuberose; yet she has not in her the elements of romance, like a deeper o

se a single strong character gave them. Even at this distance of

Voyageur." Her remarks on Lavater seem really shallow, à la mode du genre feminin. No self-ruling Aspasia she, but a frail woman, m

ouldering fire it burns! Not veheme

tice of G

. It is also known that she has not only broken the marriage-bond, and, since that, formed other connections, independent of the civil and ecclesiastical sanction,

d here, notwithstanding, and cannot fail to be so while they exert so important an influence abroad, it w

the example of Jesus, into a society where no vice was proscribed, if it would only wear the cloak of hypocrisy. She found herself impatient of deception, and loudly appealed to by passion; she yielded, but she could not do so, as others did, sinning against what she owned to be the rule of right and the will of Heaven. She protested, she examined,

the weak or unthinking, the reading of such books may not be desirable, for only those who take exercise as men can digest strong meat. But to any one able to understand the position and circumstances, we believe this reading cannot fail of bringing good impulses, valuable suggestions; and it is quite free from that subtle miasma which taints so large a porti

nd pure from even the suspicion of error-might have filled an apostolic station among her people with wh

that should address this other, as noble in nature, but clouded by error, and struggling with circumstances. It is such women that will do such others justice. They are not afraid to look

orge

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woman in

nial! that

by a woman's

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man's name; a

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flame. Beat purer,

x thee on the

ne unsexing,

Sand, which represents her in a man's dress, but with long, loose hair

ards philanthropic measures. She does not appear to possess much of the constructive faculty; and, though her writings command a great pecuniary compensation, and have a wide sway, it is rather for their tendency tha

lower particles are remoulded by its power. Her descriptive talent is very great, and her poetic feeling exquisite. She wants but little of being a poet, but that little is indispensable. Yet she keeps us always hovering on the borders

mbles her, except Rousseau, though he, indeed, is vastly her superior in it; that is, of c

ing spirits. They all promise far more than they can perform; the work is not done mast

s no tinsel of any kind, no drapery carefully adjusted, no chosen gesture about her. May Heaven l

r dramatic powers. They are full of faults; still they show her scope and aim with some fairness, which such of her readers as chance first on such of her books as "Leone Leoni" may fail to find; or even such as "Simon," and "Spiridion," though into

eathing a serener air. Still it is faulty in conduct, and shows some obliquity of vision. She has not reached the Interpreter's house yet

ticism on

benefits of the religious life with those of the artist-life in an existence more simple, more full, more human in short, than either of the two hitherto known by these names has been,-this problem is but poorly solved in the "Countess of Rudolstadt," the sequel to Consuelo. It is true, as the English reviewer says, that George S

women to such lives, and that, if guardianship is absolutely necessary to women, many must perish for want of it. There is, then, reason to hope that God may be a sufficient guardian to those who dare rely on him; and if the heroines of the novelists we have named ended as they did, it was for the want of the purity of ambition and simplicity of character which do not permit such as Consuelo to be either unseated and depraved, or unresisting victims and breaking reeds, if left alone in the storm and crowd of life. To many women this picture will prove a true Consuelo (consolation), and we think even very prejudiced men will not read it without being charmed with the expansion, sweetness and genuine force, of a female character, such as they have not met, but must, when painted, recognize as possible, and may be led to review their opinions, and perhaps to elevate and enlarge their hopes, as to "Woman's sphere" and "Woman's mission." If su

ng remarks upon music, make the book a precious acquisition

re avail us, for "in him also is a spark of the divine fire," as Beethoven said of Ichubert. We may thus consider that we have in this book the benefit of the most

of art. Seeing there something really achieved and completed, corresponding with the soul's desires, faith is enlivened as to the eventual fulfilment of those desires, and we feel a certainty that the existence which looks at present so

ny

ELO" OF GE

e of her first triumphs; but many may have seen, last winter, in the foreign papers, an account of her entrance into Stockholm after an absence of some length. The people received her with loud cries of homage, took the horses from her carriage

ars of Jenny Lind's career, which suggested the thought that she might have g

rm, Mass.; but, as this translation has proceeded but a little way, and the book in its native tongue is

shameless. Let no man confound the bold unreserve of Sand with that of those who have lost the feeling of beauty and the love of good. With a bleeding heart and bewildered feet she sought the truth, and if she lost the way, returned as soon as convinced she had done so; but she would never hide the fact that she had lost it. "What God knows, I dare avow to man," seems to be her motto. It

ine, yet still cried to God amid it all; one who, whatever you may say against her, you must feel has never accepted a word for a thing, or worn one moment the veil of hypocrisy; and this person one of the most powerful nature, both as to passion and action

h blood to be fostered by the cheerful airs of Italy. A vague sense of the benefits to be derived, from such mingling of various influences, in the formation of a character, is to

does not know him to be so. She judges from her own candid soul, that all must be good, and derives from the tie, for a while, the fostering influences which love alone has for genius. Clear perception follows quickly upon her first triumphs in art. They have given her a rival, and a mean rival, in her betrothed, whose talent, though great, is of an inferior grade to hers; who is vain, every way impure. Her master, Porpora, tries to avail himself of this di

but far less charming, atmosphere than that of the gondoliers of Venice. But here, too, the strong, simple charac

religious democracy in love with the spirit of art. We do not mean that any such cold abstraction is consciousl

he religion and philosophy of the book are clumsily embodied compared with its poesy and rhetoric, yet great and still growi

s if he had himself suffered in the lowest pits of human misery. He is all this and more in his transmigration, real or fancied, of soul, through many forms of heroic effort and bloody error; in his incompetency to act at the present time, his need of lo

are again as charmingly told as the Venetian life. Here the author speaks from her habitual existence, and far more masterly than of those deep places of thought where she is less at home. She has lived much, disce

sordid for the artist than for any other; and that with avarice, envy and falsehood, she must prepare for the fearful combat which awaits noble souls in any kind of

for the loss of that artist-life to which she feels Nature has destined her, had hitherto resisted the entreaties of his aged fath

still on the stage; she is at the Prussian court. The well-known features of this society, as given in

s her thoughts are yet in a very crude state, the execution of this part is equally bungling and clumsy. Worse: she falsifies the characters of b

r ray which dawns upon her now. The most natural and deep part of the book, though not her main object, is what relates to the struggle between the claims of art and life, as to whether it be better for the world and one's self to develop to perfection a talent which Heaven seemed to have assigned as a special gift and vocation, or sacrifice it whenever t

rejoiced to find that so many hints were, or might have been, furnished for the picture from r

er to his care, on the promise to protect her and give her an excellent musical education. He was always very careful of her, never permitting her to sing except in his presence, and never letting her appear on the stage, unless as a mute figure in some ballet, such, for instance, as Cupid and the Graces, till she was sixteen, when she at once executed her part in 'Der Frey

to entreat for him, just as the Count of Rudolstadt did for his son; that, though plain and low in stature, when singing her best parts she appears beautiful, and awakens enthusiastic admiration; that she is rigidly correct in her demeanor towards her numerous admirers, having even returned a present sent her by the crown-prince, Oscar, in a manner that s

gicomedies extant. In Russia, too, all is military; as soon as a new musician arrives, he is invested with a rank in the army. Even in the church Nicholas has lately done the same. It seems as if he could not believe a man to be alive, except in the army; could not believe the human h

she has sent us Ole Bull. She is about to s

correspondent's statement of facts. The

oli

centred upon him, and, amid the difficulties his misfortunes brought upon them, grew to a fire intense and pure enough to animate her with angelic impulses and powers. As he could not move about, she drew him everywhere in a little cart; and when at last they heard that s

ly as to the beautiful qualities developed by these trials in the brother and sister, but in the purifyi

e utmost exertion of his good-will and energies. Thus, in the East, men hold sacred those in whom they find a distortion or alienation of mind which makes them unable to provide for themselves. The well and sane feel themselve

uced to idiocy. They are attended to, fed, dressed clean, and provided with a pleasa

are of an idiot, and the mental benefits that ensued. This idiot

nd delight. He knew the names of two or three persons who had done him kindness, and when they were mentioned, would point upward, as he did to the moon, showing himself susceptible, in his degree, of Mr. Carlyle's grand method of education, hero-worship. She had awakened in him a love of music, so that he could be soothed in h

more valuable influence than any patron saint who looks down from his stone

d mother, for whom, as well as for herself, her needle won bread, while the mother's strength, and skill sufficed to the simple duties of their household. They lived content and hopeful,

irl, who found so early all the hopes and joys of life taken from her, and that she was seemingly left without any shelter from the storm,

nowledged the divine obligation of love and mutual aid between human beings. Food,

some service, and every other that she required for years, her mother never needed to ask assistance. The neighbors took turns in doing all

life, permanent and pure. Perhaps she was instructed by spirits which, having passed through a similar trial of pain and loneliness, had risen to see the reason why. However that may be, she grew in nobleness of view and purity of sentiment, and, as she received more instruction from books also than any other person in her circle, had from many visitors abundant information as to

of others, and in the instruction she became able to confer, was such, that, at the end of five years,

s, took first the aged mother, and the poor girl found that li

not be left quite alone in the house. Should they tak

dreary for her to change about her nusses so. I'll tell you what; all my children but one are married and gone off; we have

aroline lives there still; and we are assured that none of her

t was, I shouldn't care; she is so good and still, and talks

, than on the good she had done to those around her. Indeed, none bless more than those who "only stand and wait." Even if their passivity be enforced b

rowing

wither her, n

inite v

arer mark than any other on the history of Man. But is it n

for while the roundness, the pure, delicate lineaments, the flowery bloom of youth were passing, the marks left in the course of those years were not merely of time and care, but also of exquisite emotions and noble thoughts. With such chisels Time works upon his statues, tracery and fretwork, well worth

this is true. These have been heroes, or still more frequently poets and artists; with whom the habitual life tended to

tion. Their impulses proceeded from a fulness and certainty of character, that made it

ls. Their impulsiveness was not the restless fever of one who must change his place somehow or some-whither, but the waves of a tide, which

s with its years more richly creative, more freshly individual. It is a character governed by a p

ither them, n

finite v

d the spirit of him who discourset

well kept

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health and strength, charm no more; only the tree broken by the gust of passion is beautiful, only the lamp that has burnt out the better part of its oil precious, in their eyes. This, with them, assumes the air of caricature and grimace, yet it indicates a real want of this tim

no new melodies are added after five-and-twenty at farthest. It is the topic of jest and amazement with foreigners that what is called society is 'given up so much into the hands of boys and girls. Accordingly it

outh, but it has gained unspeakably in depth, brilliancy, and power of expression. How exquisite its modulations, so

he spirits that are to unfold our destinies, too far-reaching to be clothed in words. Who does not feel the sway of such a voice? It makes the

Its substance fades, but it is only the more filled with an e

ere in itse

s the range

win, to fasc

pell of unde

the secrets

h eyes closely; when near, we saw that the lids were red, the corners defaced with ominous marks, the orb looked faded and tear-stained; but when we retreated far enough for its ray

vouchers of free, of ful

old No

herself, thou

en, literally, in this respect! How often did the Martha blur the Mary out of the face of a lovely woman at the sound of a crash amid glass and porcelain! What sad littleness in all the

reason here; but why must the beauty d

elements that are introduced there she should be the "ordering mind." She represents the spirit of beauty, and

s modesty, and draperies should soften all rude lineaments, and exclude glare and dust. She

d harmony, in her dress and manners, is insufferable; one who wants them in the arrangements of her house, disagreeable to everybody. She

a little world of ten or twelve persons, and keep ready the resources that are needed for their sustenance and recovery in sickness and sorrow, is the same that holds the stars in their places, and patiently prepares the precious metals in the most secret chambers of the earth. The art o

art of not

city, an ease, grace and gentleness, that diffuse their sweetness insensibly through every

alk of life; to wit, that of preferring the outward sign to the i

ress so happily ease, peace and a finish unknown to ot

way to the garden, where they were seated in their light cane-chairs,' To me this brings

that most exquisite product of the peace and thorough-breeding of China, so highly, should take the hint, and remember that unless the fragrant herb of wit, sweetened by kindness, and softened by the cream of

eace and joy of all concerned, they could bear to have their cups and saucers broken more easily than their tempers, and to have curtains and carpets soiled, rather than their hearts by mean and small feelings. But they are brought up to think it is a disgrace to be a

s point as to weep bitterly because she found a little dust on her picture-frames, and t

st the accustomed order of the house. The broom swept out the memory of much sweet counsel and loving-kindness, and spots

r; but her besetting sin is that of littleness. Just because nature and society unite to call on her for such fineness and finish, she can be so petty, so fretful, so vain, envious and base! O, women, see your danger! See how much you need a great object in all your little actions. You cannot be fair, nor can your homes be fair, unless you are holy and noble. Will you sweep and garn

alclit

ect to it, thinking it is really desirable that women should grow beyond the average size which has been prescribed for them. We find

nd saw the case; in the twinkling of an eye she threw off her hat and shawl, threw herself in, and succeeded in dragging the young girl to the brink, after having sought for her in vain several times under the water. This

d, but displays a kind of magnanimity sti

lated to the Duke of Wellington. M. Gudin was lately at Berlin at the same time with K--, inspector of pictures to the King of Holland. The King of Prussi

tation for her beauty. The King of Prussia is a cavalier, who cares more for pretty ladies than for genius. So Mon

ing that they did so with the good-will of the king, said that she might be received as cousin to the Duke of Wellington, as daughter of an English general, and of a family which dates back to the thirteenth century. She

eenth century? Surely etiquette was never maintained

ars at present; that she did not wish to rely on any other to obtain so futile a distin

s of her character. For the rest, Madame K--, on arriving at Paris, had the bad taste to boast of having been distinguished above Madame Gu

, Forgive

ith pleasure, because, in its way, it is genuine. It is a transcript of the crimes, calumnies, excitements, half-blind love

streets of London. The ballads are not more true to the facts; but they give us, in a coarser form, far more of the spirit than we get from

Mrs. Kirkland, might see, as the writer did, but could ha

s. We have our doubts, though, from the stamp upon literature, always the nearest evidence of truth we can get, whether, even there, the difference between town and country life is as much in favor of the latter as is generally supposed. But in our land, where the country is at present filled

e people, as to food, air, and even exercise, are ignorant and unhealthy to the last degree. Their want of

associations and nearness to good, we heard inevitably, from domestics, work-people, and school-children, more ill of human n

f anonymous letters, that may vie with what puzzled the best wits of France in a famous law-suit not long since. It is true, there is, to balance all this, a healthy rebound,-a surprise and a shame; and there are heartily good people, such as are described in this b

ne preserve the village, as the city, from the possession of the fiend. Their place must be taken by the school-master, and he must be one who knows not only "readin', writin', and 'rithmetic," but the service of God and the destiny of man. Our people require a thoroug

bly have been to throw it aside again directly, for the author does not know how to write English, and the first chapters give no idea of his power of apprehending the poetry of life. But happening to read on, we became fixed and charmed, and have retained from its perusal the sweetest picture of lif

mals that were happy there, winning from the pure atmosphere little benefit except to good appetite, sleeping at night in the dirty hovels, with people who burrow in them to lead a life but little ab

n of thought! Pure, and brilliantly blooming as the flower of the wilderness, she, in like manner, shares while she sublimes its nature. She plays round the most vulgar and rude beings, gentle and caressing, yet unsullied; in her wildness there is nothing cold or savage; her elevation is so

e, her intercourse with the old people of the neighborhood, her sisterly conduct towards her "suitors,"-all seem p

notice we had only looked into it here and there, and did no justice to a work full of genius, profound in its meaning, and of admirable fidelity to nature in its

se are the thought and dialect of our villages really represented." Another discovered that it must hav

with which scenes of childhood are given, and especially at Margaret's first

f the spirit through the maiden's life are seen by the author, and shown to us; but laments the great apparatus with which the consummation

it auspicious omens that an American literature is possible even in our day, because there are already in

k like gifts in turn, till the pond and the mythology are alternate sections of the same chapter. We delight in the teachings she receives through Chilion and his violin, till on the grave of "one who tried to love hi

we trust they will be both thought and said. For the present, we will only add that it exhibits the same state of things, and strives to point out such remedies as we have

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ity and consciousness. They must always be the best narrators and the best interpreters, so far as presenti

is so excellently well done, every topic put in its best place, with such a light and vigorous hand, that we have the same pleasure we have felt in fairy tales, when some

Guizot through every day with the utmost distinctness, and see him perfectly in the sick-room. Now, here is Thiers, playing with his chess-men, Jesuits

with the play of M. Thiers. Both speak with some feeling of the impressive utterance of Lamartine in the late debates. The Jesuits stand their ground, but there is a wave advancing which will not fail to wash away what ought to go,-nor are its

, says the correspondent, the repression of the Jews, and like objects, in this new terror. Meanwhile, the Russian Emperor has issued an edict, commanding the Polish Jews, both men and

e rejoices, as being likely to give to France good horses of her own. A famous lottery is on the point of coming off,-to give an organ to the Church of St. Eustache,-on which it does not require a v

ferent flowers was acted by beautiful women, that of fruit and vegetables by distinguished men. Such an amus

daily from the English court. But in reply to all overtures made to induce him to open his mission, he preserved a gloomy silence. All attentions, all signs of willing confidence, are lavished on him in vain. France is troubled. 'Has England,' thought she, 'a secret fro

fashions and French wines. Such a nervous, driving nation as we are, ought to learn to fly along gracefully, on the light, fantastic toe. Can we not learn something of the English

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GéE, QUEE

ished a few days since in the Tribune, of one of its jests which scandalized the American editor. It doe

ght and graceful in its manner excused a piece of raillery very coarse in its substance. We will admit that, had he seen it as i

n to make a spirited reply, and has done so with less of wit and courtesy than could have been expected from the organ of a people who, whatever may be their faults, are at least acknowledged in wit and courtesy pre?minent. We hope that the French who co

favorite-subject of its works of fiction. From the time of Molière, himself an agonized sufferer behind his comic mask from the infidelities of a wife he was not able to cease to love, through memoirs, novels, dramas, and the volleyed squibs of the press, one fact stares us in the face as one of so common occurrence, that men, if they have not ceased to suffer in heart and morals from its poisonous action, have yet learned to bear with a shrug and a careless laugh that marks its frequency. Understand, we do not say that the French are the most deeply staine

to quote, for its terrible pathos. There is a man on trial for the murder of his wife, of whom the witnesses say, "he was so fond of her you would never have known she was his wife!" Here is one, only yesterday, where a man kills a woman to whom he was married by his relatives

ce, by agreement between the friends, without choice of the parties. It is this horrible syst

ich cannot foil to do its work of filling the world with sickly, weak, or depraved beings, who have reason to curse their brutal father that he does not

the most celebrated of the literary men of France, and but lately creat

e French, in literature and discourse, than by any nation of Europe. This being the case, can an American, anxious that his country should receive, as her only

wild men of the woods,-and this, from the unprincipled cupidity of publishers, is broad-cast recklessly over all the land we had hoped would become a healthy asylum for those before crippled and tainted by hereditary abuses. This cannot be prevented; we can only ma

er world." By ineffectual we presume he means that it has never succeeded in exiling evil from this lower world. We are proud to be ranked among the band of those who at least, in the ever-memorable words of Scripture, have "done what they could" for this purpose. To this band belong all good men of all countries, and France has contributed no small contingent of those whose purpose was noble, whose lives were healthy, and whose min

he better. Such a deep social wound exists in France; we wish its cure, as we wish the health of all nations and of all men; so far indeed would we "recoil towards a state of nature." We believe that nature wills marriage and parentage to be kept sacred. The fact of their not being so is to us not a pleasant subject of jest; and we should really pity the first lady of England for injury here, though she be a queen; while the ladies of the French court, or of Parisian socie

ks of

contrary, she regarded woman as naturally more penetrating than man, and the fact that in journeying she would see more of home-life than he, would give her a great advantage,-but she did believe woman needed a wider culture, and then she would not

that of men, but their tact and quickness help them a great deal. You can see their minds grow by what they feed on, when they travel. There are many books of travel, by women, that are, at least, entertaini

serve that the personality of the writer was the most obvious thing in each and all of these books, and that, even in the best

rs and Essays, b

g more and more desperately modes

little rain

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fresh the th

rry in

equest of friends" for printing, and that it was understood now-a-days that, from the facility of getting thoughts into print, literature has become no

ar may rather be considered the vain ones, who wish to be distinguished among the crowd. Especially this extreme modesty looks superfluous in a person who knows her thoughts have been received with interest for ten or twelve years back. We do not like th

of her fine perceptions, talent and culture. We allude to the contrast she attempts to establish between Raphael and Titian, in placing mind in contradistinction to beauty, as if

f persons of the purest taste; and in other respects, such as in speaking of the railroad to Venice, Mrs. Jameson is much less wise than those over whom she assumes superiority. T

ue artist, or she could not so soon or so lightly have stept into another sphere. It is enough to paint her as a lovely woman, and a woman-genius. The true artist cannot forswear his vocati

ers. The most interesting part, however, are the sentences copied from

ring an atmosphere in order to become perceptible. Hence the fame of Michel Angel

ning the true reason why "no man i

aving its source in the popular voice, is a sentence which may be altered or suppressed at pleasure. Reputation, being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the envious and ignorant.

ile any novelty, however fantastic, however false, is greedily swallowed. Nor is this to be wondered at, for all truth demands a response, and few people care to think,

man knows himself as on original; he can only believe it on the report of othe

o get the better of any one. The only compet

ly by the vulgar mind, which would escape the sense of its own litt

to look down; of such minds are the mannerists i

ts, and his faults will naturally become yours, in addi

acting witticism. Hence the phrase 'devil

find shelter and repose in her motives. We recommend this paper to the consideration of all those, the unthinking, wilfully unseeing million, who are in the habit of talking of "Woman's sphere," as if it really were, at present, for the majority, one of protection, and the gentle offices of home. The rhetorical gentlemen and silken dames, who, quite forgetting their washerwomen, their seamstresses, and

standing up in the midst of society.' I would say 'Down with it, even to the ground;' for while this perplexing and barbarous anomaly exists, fretting like an ulcer at the very heart of society, all new specifics and palliatives are in vain. The question must be settled one way or another; either let the man in all the relations of life be held the natural guardian of the woman, constrained to fulfil that trust, responsible in society for her well-being and her maintenanc

have not patience to speak further at this moment, is valuable from putting the facts into due relief, it is very inferior to the other, and shows the want of thoroughness and depth in Mrs. Jameson's intellect. She has taste, feeling and knowledge, but she cannot think out a subject thoroughly, and is unconsciously tainted and hampered by conventionalities. Her advice to the governesses read

luence Over

he insane, we must relate a little tale which touched the

to the utmost to send him to college. The boy prized the means of study as only those under such circumstances know how to prize th

little provision then for the treatment of such cases, and what there was was of a kind that they shrunk from resorting to, if it could be avoided. They kept him at home, giving him, during the first months, the freedom of the house; but on his making an attempt to kill his father, and confessing afterwards that h

of insanity came upon him in its wildest form. He raved, shrieked,

e would listen to her voice, and give way to a milder mood when she talked or sang. But this fav

t. She went into the room where the naked, blaspheming, raging obj

that your baby you have in your arms

's heart,-she turned pale and faint. Her brother was not at

o you suppose I wou

nd hastily placed the child in his arms. Poor fellow! he held it awhile, stroked

ad at present, the crisis might have been followed up, and a favorable direction given to his disease. Bu

cism on Brow

e ways in which what is peculiar in her office and nature works. Her loftiest elevation does not, in his eyes, lift her out of nature. She becomes, not a mere saint, but the goddess-queen of nature. Her purity is not cold, like marble, but the healthy, gentle energy of the flower, instinctively rejecting what is not fit for it, with no need of

In "A Blot in the 'Scutcheon," we see a lily, storm-struck, half-broken, but still a lily. In "Colombe's Birthday," a queenly rose-bud, which expands into the full-glowing rose before our eyes.

ess and levity of the remarks bandied from tongue to tongue, would seem to say to the contrary, declare

spirit-like, distant breathings of his lute, familiar with the secrets of shores distant and enchanted, a sense can only be gained by reading h

ist

r fasting and prayer," might answer the purposes of rest and edification as well as a calendar full of saints' days, if they were observed in a better spirit. But, Thanksgiving is devoted to good dinners; Christmas and

, that he needs incessant admonitions to redeem the time. Time flows on steadily, whether he regards it or not; yet, unless he keep time, there is no music in th

is grandfather of the noblest of the human family; and we must respect the aged sire whom we see on the fron

rch of Rome. The founders of that church stood very near a history radiant at every page with divine light. All their rites and ceremonial days illustrate facts of an universal interest. But the life with which piety first, and afterwards the genius of great artists, invested these symbols, waned at last, except to a thoughtful

casion of good thoughts, and, among others, we regret that the day set apart to commemorate the birth of

er reflect that light from a different point of view than transport ourselves into it, who, that has an eye and ear faithful to the soul, is not conscious of inexhaustible benefits from some of the works by which sublime geniuses have expressed their ideas?-in the adorations of the Magi and th

tive growth. The ever-green tree is often reared for the children on Christmas evening, and its branches cluster with little tokens that may, at least, give them a sense that the w

ets prepared for the halt, the lame, and the blind, on the day that is said to have brought their friend into the world? When will children be taught

their stories, about the influence of the Christ-child, and has, I doubt not (for the spirit of liter

d Child, and delighted there to pay his devotions. His heart was so drawn towards the holy child that one day, having received what seemed to him a gift truly precious, a beautiful red and yellow apple, he ventured to offer it, with his prayer. To his un

and bind him to a trade. He communicated his woes to his friends of the niche, and the Virgin comforted him l

But his generosity and human love were such that, as a child, he could never see poor children suffering without despoiling himself of all he had wit

orious as little angels. Rupert was seized with a strong desire to join them, and begged the old man to bathe him also in the stream. But he was answered, "It is not yet time." Just then a rainbow spanned the island, and in its arch was enthroned the child Jesus, dressed in a coat that Rupert knew to be his own. And the child said to the others, "See this coa

rnel? The image of the child Jesus is not seen in the open street. Does his heart find other means to ex

ve learned to think of him at all. In thinking of him they form an imag

s were as content in their relation as Michael Angelo with his Urbino. If you went there, you found exposed to view many pretty pictures-"A Girl with a Dove," "The Guitar-player," and such subjects as are commonly supposed to interest at his age. But, hid in a corner, and never shown, unless to the beggar-page or some most confidential friend, was the real object of his love and pride, the slowly-growing work of secret hour

givers of spiritual gifts. We see in them, continually, impulses that only require a good direction to effect infinite good. See the little girls at work for foreign missions; that is not useless; they dev

morning school. She took them from the door-steps and the gutters; she washed their faces and hands; she taught them to read and sew, and told them stories that had delig

excelling that he might be able to impart; and he was able to do it. If the other boys had less leisure, and could pay for less instruction, they did not suffer by it. He could not be happy u

y must bestow. All are not natural instructors, but a large proportion are; and those who do possess such a talent are the best possible teachers to those a little younger than t

im by their guardians. Here be need only choose those who have a predisposition for what he is best able to teach; and, as I would have the s

age of social position, has been able to gain thorough instruction, felt it her duty to tea

by the effort to rearrange and interpret what they

for every gift of fate; and would others make the same experiments, they might find Utopia not so far off

At that time thus celebrated, a pure woman saw in her child what the Son of man should be as a child of God. She anticipated fur him a life of glory to God, peace and good-will towards men. In any young mother's heart, who has any purity of heart, the same feelings arise. But

Then she assumes in his eyes those traits which the Romish church loved to revere in Mary. Frivolity, base appetite, contempt, are exorcised, and

also, and the nations of Christendom might join in a celebration such as "King

ren's

hands, as this of Children's Books. It requires a peculiar development of the genius and sympathies, rare among me

much puzzled; but it is simplicity be wants, not silliness. We fancy their angels, who are always waiting in the courts of our Father, smile so

o much of this baby-house style in their literature. They like, or would like if they could get them, better things much more. They like the Arabian Nights, and Pilgrim's Progress, and Bunyan's Emblems, and Shakspeare, and the Iliad and Odyssey,-at least, they used to like them; and if they do not now, it is because their taste has been injured by so many sugar-plums. The books that were written in the childhood of nations suit an uncorrupted childhood now. They a

if instructive, it is from the healthy common sense of mankind, and not fo

ide back the panel of the cupboard in the wall,-most fascinating object still in our eyes, with which no stateliest alcoved library can vie,-and there saw, neatly ranged on its two shelves, not-prais

story, whose pictures we tormented all grown persons to illustrate with more knowledge, still more,-how we bless the chance that gave to us your great realities, wh

a sense of the vast mysteries which the progress of their intelligence shall aid them to unravel. This sense is naturally their delight, as

, nursed anew by her own genius. It is not by imitating, but by reproducing childhood, th

, well-kep

r harsh,

cceeding yea

urer, mello

or flowers, but about the things that interest themselves. They do not force them forward, nor keep them back. The

was much and deservedly esteemed by children. It was a he

nd too constant an attention to moral influence. We should prefer a larger proportion

in P

ngelic love, and flowing poesy, that she should be. Yet there are circumstances in which the native force and purity of her bei

glow with fresh courage as we write. They are mostly from obscure corners and very private walks. There was nothing shining, nothing of an obvious and sounding heroism to make their conduct doubtful,

faces, foretold the glories of a second spring! The tears of holy emotion which fell from those eyes have seemed to us pearls beyond all pr

ty and propriety of her manner. In the depth of winter she brought herself the heavy baskets through the slippery streets; and, when I asked her why she did not employ some younger person to do what was so entirely disproportioned to her strength, simply said, "she lived alone, and could not afford to hire an errand-boy." "It was hard for her?" "No

ement; and that not only she had remained upright, but that her character had been constantly progressive. Her latest act had been to take home a poor sick girl who had no home of her own, and could not bear the idea of dying in a

t was done, that showed the habitual tone of the mind, and made us feel that life could hardly do more for a human being

feel themselves near to the God of love. T

life, "I hope I may yet see you in a happier condition." "With God's help," she replied, with a smile that Raphael would have delighted to trans

erty the best servant to the ideal of human nature. I am content with this type, and will only quote, in addition, a ballad I found in a foreign periodical, translated from Chamisso,

D WASHE

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uffice to any

re, and long must be, taken chiefly from one nation, the following pages treating of the Irish Character, and the true relation between Employer and Employed, can hardly fail to be of interest. Th

ish Ch

"Tribune" of Wednesday, under the head, "Spi

ng, prevents him (the Irishman) from becoming a fan

oung brother, of whom she was particularly fond. He came, and shortly after died. She was so overcome by his loss that she took poison. The great poet of serious England says, and we believe it to be his serious thought though laugh

rd that her mother had died fifteen months before. The keenness and persistence of her grief defy description. With a delicacy of feeling which showed the native poetry of the Irish mind, she dwelt, most of all, upon the thought that while she was working, and pinching,

worthy cause. We knew a woman who postponed sending for her only child, whom she had left

life in the New World by doing all its drudgery. We know flights of poetry repeated to us by those present at their wakes,-passages

, in these respects, the finest in the world. It is the music of the harp; its tones are deep and thrilling. It is the harp so beauti

es which called it forth, It is the genius which beamed in chivalrous loveliness through each act of Lord Edward Fitzgerald,-the genius which, ripen

dy and ingenious lying; their eye-service. These are the faults of an oppressed race, which must require the aid of better circumstances through two or three generations to eradicate. Their virtues are their own; they are many, genuine, and deeply-rooted. Can an impartial observer fail to admire their truth to domestic ties, their power of generous bounty, and more generous gratitude, their indefatigable good-humor (for ages of wrong which have driven them to so many acts of desperation, could never sour their blood at its source), their ready wit, their elasticity of nature? They are fundamentally one of the best nations of the world. Would they were welcomed here, not to work merely, but to intelligent sympathy, and efforts, both patient and ardent, for the education of their children! No sympathy could be better deserved, no efforts wiselier timed. Future Burkes and Currans would know how to give thanks for them, and Fitzgeralds rise up

ish Ch

awakened on the subject, especially as to their intercourse with the lower Irish. Most persons have an opportunity of becoming acquain

with such warm and wordy expressions of regard, with their incorrigible habits of falsehood and evasion, have baffled and discouraged us. You say their children ought to be educated; but how can this be ef

e grown up in another land, and who, soon af

ot but sadly smile on the remarks

ght of those who expect in exchange for a few shillings spent in presents or medicines, a few kind words, a little casual thought or care, such a mighty payment of gratitude? Gratitude! Under the weight of old feudalism their minds were padlocked by habit against the light; they might be grateful then, for they thought their lords were as gods, of another frame and spirit than theirs, and that they had no right to hav

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les of which the French peasantry made their soup, and with which the persec

ries of woe, for their ignorance, their hereditary degradation, their long memories of black bread and stripes? However little else they may understand, believe they understand well this much. Such inequalities of privile

into the position of the poor man, and do for him what thou wouldst have had one who was able to do for thee? Or, with affability and condescending sweetness, made easy by internal delight at thine own wondrous virtue, didst thou give five dollars to balance five hundred spent on thys

ngle exhortation, the habit of deceiving those above them, which the expectation of being tyrannized over has rooted in their race for ages. If we look fairly into the history of their people, and the circumstances under which their

hese people, not merely uneducated, but ill-educated; a treatment far more religious and patient th

relapse, will not discourage you, and you will welcome proofs of genuine attachment to yourself chiefly as tokens that your charge has risen into a higher state of thought and feeling, so as to be enabled to value the benefits c

less and less for the church, and more for the people, till at last, if there be Catholicism still, it will be under Protestant influences, as begins to be the case in Germany. It will be, not Roman, but American Catholicism; a form of worship which relies much, perhaps, on external means and the authority of the clergy,-for such will always be the case wi

much worse situated than the same parties have been in Europe. There is less previous acquaintance between the upper and lower classes. (We must, though unwillingly, use these terms to designate the state of things as at present existing.) Mea

rties share a common life instead of its results merely, do not occur. Neither is there opportun

oy health of conscience in the relation, secure that, if they find cause for blame, it is not from faults induced by their own negligence. The merchant who is from home all day, the lady receiving visi

r us it is hard to resist, to give up going to the places where we should meet our most interesting companions, or do our work with an aching brow. But we have not people over us whose careless, hasty anger drives us to seek excuses for our failures; if so, perhaps,-perhaps; who knows?-we, the better

time; but in it she had no part, except to hold a hot, heavy baby, and receive frequent admonitions to keep it comfortable. No inquiry was made as to her comfort; no entertaining remark, no information of interest as to the places we passed, was addressed to her. Had she been in that way with tha

ow got some ground on which to stand for intercourse. Let instruction follow for the mind, not merely by having the youngest daughter set, now and then, copies in the writing-book, or by hearing read aloud a few verses in the Bible, but by putting good books in their way, if able to read, and by intelligent conversation when there is a chance,-the master with the man who

best to do what you do in a way that will make a permanent impression. Show the Irishman that a vice not indigenous to his nation-for the rich and noble who are not so tempted are chivalrous to an uncommon degree in their openness, bold sincerity, and adherence to their word-has crept over and become deeply rooted in the poorer people from the long oppressions they have undergone. Show them what efforts and c

at then? Why, let them go and carry the good seed elsewhere. Will you be as selfish and short-sighted a

riotic work. You are asked to engage in the great work of mutual educ

some encouragement to offer from that experience, that the fruits of a wise planting

the need of variety to re?nimate mind, health, or spirits. Change of place, as to family employment, is the only way domestics have of "seeing life"-the only way immigrants have of getting thoroughly acquainted with the ne

n and Wome

r to be defrauded,-but a chartered power, too fully recognized to be abused. Indeed, all that is wanting is, that Man should prove his own freedom by making her free. Let him abandon conventional restriction, as a vestige of t

, let them speak without remonstrance. In no age have men been able wholly to hinder them. A Deborah must always be a spiritual mother in Israel. A Corinna may be excluded from the Olympic

eserve her love as an inheritance, rather than seize and guard it like a prey. Were they noble, they would strive rather not to be loved too

of women are thrown entirely upon their own resources. I admit that this is not their state of perfect development; but it seems as if Heaven, having so long issued i

ach her more of her proper relations than all your formulas and conventions. Express your views, men, of what you seek in women; thus best do you give them laws. Learn, women, what you should demand of men; thus only can they become themselves. Turn both from the contemplation of what is merely phenomenal in your existence, to your permanent life as souls. Man, do not prescribe how the Divine shall display itse