Continental Monthly, Vol. 5, Issue 2, February, 1864

H--, in the early dawn of the following day. A gentleman, with an overcoat, walking sti

asked of one of the offic

s a boatman inquiring for him a few minu

ide of the vessel, looking landward. Leaning over the bulwarks he sa

't it?' he said to one o

s,

s the m

moment. I saw him speaking to

n of the boat. As the sailor he had just addressed was handing

ried De Meyrau, 'i

ap, coming to the top of the ladder, and lookin

to Madame Bernier's, at

an, scuttling down the ladder, '

the terrace which overlooked the water. The servants, when they came down at an early hour, had found her

her, 'Madame gained ten years yesterday;

ment motionless, listening. The next, she uttered a great cry. For she saw a figure

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articles 'Czartoryski,' 'Francis Joseph,' 'Gōrgey,' 'Hebrews,' 'Hungary,' 'Kossuth,' 'Poland,' etc., etc. We doubt not the author gives utterance in the present contribution to the feelings which agitated the hearts of thousands of our naturalize

stant land, or at least of exiles from it, appeared in their national costume, and sang melodious strains in a foreign tongue, which charmed tears into the eyes of those who understood them; a straightened scythe, fixed to the end of a pole, was exhibited, not as a specimen of the agricultural implements of the country from which those homeless men a

d in streams, against that greatest of all crimes recorded in history, the partition of their country, and that blasphemous lie written upon one of its bloodiest pages: Finis Poloni?? who, abandoned by the world, betrayed by their neighbors, trampled upon as no nation ever was before, again and again rise, and in 1794, under the lead of Kosciuszko, eclipse the deeds of those who, in 1768, flocked to the banners of Pulaski; in 1830-'31, on the battle fields of Grochow and Ostrolenka, show themselves mor

better nature of mankind is a tear of mourning, when, after a superhuman struggle, she again sinks exhausted, and is believed to sink into the grave. And has Poland well deserved this heartless indifference, this pitilessness of the nations? Has she delivered none? aided none? served none? defended none? Answer, Vienna, rescued from the Turkish yoke by John

he roar of cannon thundering freedom to slaves, amid streams of blood shed in the name of nationality, on this side of the Atlantic, amid daily echoes reverberating the groans of butchered martyrs, of mothers and sisters scourged, hanged, or dragged into captivity, on the other side-New York had gone mad with enthusiasm for the Muscovites! The metropolis of the freest people on the globe had prostrated herself before the shrine of semi-Asiatic despotism, had kissed the hands of the knoutbearers of the czar, had desecrated the holy memory of Washington, by coupling his name, his bust, wit

ther; when she runs after the Japanese, it is in search of a trans-oceanic brother, just discovered, and soon lovingly to be embraced (witness our doings in the Japanese waters); when she kisses the knout and collects Russian relics, it is done to inaugurate a sistership of the future, already dawning upon her in Muscovite smiles of friendship, i

shown by Alexander at the time when Fremont's proclamation was repudiated as it is now, after the first of January, 1863; and it is he of all the monarchs of Europe who, as early as July, 1861, diplomatically advised this country to save the Union by compromise, as neither of the contending parties could be finally crushed down; that is to say, flagrantly to sacrifice liberty in order to save power. The Russian nobility will naturally sympathize with the slaveholders of the South, and the lower classes of the Russian people are too ignorant to think about transatlantic affairs. Russian imperial and diplomatic sympathy will cordially be bestowed upon any nation and cause which promises to become hostile to England (or, on a given time, to France), on Nena Sahib no less than on Abraham Lincoln. The never-discarded aim of Russia to plant its double cross on the banks of the Byzantine Bosporus, and its batteries on those of the Hellespont, and thus to transfer its centre of gravity from the secluded shores of the Baltic to the gates of the Mediterranean; the never-slumbering dread of this expansion, which has made the integrity of Turkey an inviolable princi

y, too, proves it by noble examples. Pelopidas, the Theban hero, invokes the aid of the Persian king, the natural enemy of the Greeks; Cato, who prefers a free death by his own hand to life under a C?sar, fights side by side with Juba, a king of barbarians; Gustavus Adolphus, the champion of Protestantism in Germany, acts in concert with Richelieu, the reducer of La Rochelle, its last stronghold in France; Pulaski, who fights for freedom in Po

Poland, at the very moment when the blood of the people of Kosciuszko and Pulaski cries to Heaven and mankind for vengeance? Is the peril so great? so imminent? Is Hannibal ante portas? Has the French fleet dispersed Secretary Welles's five hundred and eighty-eight vessels of war, broken the Southern blockade, and appeared before our Northern harbors? Are all Jeff. Davis's bitter complaints against the English cabinet but a sham, covering a deep-laid conspiracy with treacherous Albion? Is

hat neither Pulaski, Franklin, Ypsilanti, or Garibaldi would ever have so degraded his cause-the cause of liberty-as to promise to the despot, whose aid he desired, a compensatory assistance in trampling down a

h might carry the armies of France and her allies into the heart of Poland, and ultimately, by restoring that country, press czardom back, where it ought to be, behind the Dnieper. Such assistance she would and could not honestly promise were we even to vouch a similar boon to her in case Napoleon should really enter upon a campaign for the deliverance of Poland. For neither promise could be executed with the slightest chance of real success, and without exposing the naval and land forces despatched across the seas to almost certain total destruction. The only practical military result of a Russo-American alliance could be an attack by the forces of the United States on the French in Mexico, serving as a powerful diversion for the benefit of Russia assailed by France in Europe. This is what Russia knows

er, Sigel, exclaims: 'They make me almost doubt the common sense of the American people.' And it is no

ica heed this warning

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THE

ryone lives it-to not many is it known; and sei

complishing what is wished or

II.-co

, Mrs. Meeker exclaimed, 'August

topped, and, regarding his mother

t I quit New

cruel creature to a

r. I have got in

t is, Augustus-tell

her to help me. I made him a solemn promise, which I would have kept, provided

!' exclaimed Mrs. Mee

iscovered! Father will know it to-night. What I want is, money enough to take me out of the

y reply by sobs and h

ther-I mean it!' con

g, Augustus?' said

the money, and I shall be

ars in my purse,' said his mo

swered her son. 'You can send

nto his pocket, and prepared t

you again, Augustus?

ev

d. She threw herself upon her son's neck, sobbing

uch softened, he resisted all her appeals. He unwound her ar

t,' he said. 'Tell her

er, he had regained his room; and the miserable

l left New York for Liverpool, having

inished his dinner, and gone out. It was late when he

t occur to him that she manifested no surprise. She prudently, perhaps, forbore communicating the incidents of the previous evening, for she knew it would lead to a terrible repr

his son's flight. He received it with great out

Augustus had committed had also b

ptures to find the various eminent examples of disobedient, ungrateful, and wicked children; and he s

umstance of a dissolute son's raising a few thousand dollars by forging his name (after all, i

n which troubled him through the night; and t

es, without any of his father's intense selfishness, was a wanderer

come of Augustus. When Belle heard of it,

der from the recollection of her late parting with her boy, told her, under promise of secrecy (she knew she could

-I know we can! You say he is to write you. We shall

r will neve

y; but he will yield-I

Meeker, in a tone so sepulchral, that it made h

y harsh, than it had previously been. Harriet was, in a way, connected with her last recollection of Augustu

TER

e block of buildings, which he ca

gratis for that ever-present class. No. But they were made on a new plan, so as

ubtless it was a very great improvement over the old arrangement. Still, Hiram's block of buildings netted

satisfactory to him, and with whom he never interfered. Frequent complaints were made of this man's severity, to which Hiram would pay no attention.

he men whom he selected to manage for him. You see he placed exacting and relentless

s his regular office, where was his confidential clerk; and beyond that the counting room of the princely house of 'Hiram Meeker'-for he admitted no

quired personal attention, they were introduced to a species of general agent, who was high in Mr. Meeker's

large real-estate improvements involving an outlay of at least a million of dollars. He had given orders not to be

pposed it was some one conne

' was asked, in a vi

dressed rather carelessly, but in the manner of a gentleman. He was of goo

he question, except to a

aid the young man with

d you?' cont

fe and death, and could not wa

your bu

le deliberation, while Hiram waited, w

he block of 'model hous

m no

hard work to live since. Thursday his wife was taken ill. Yesterday was rent day-he pays monthly in advance. He could not get the mone

el

'I want to get an order fr

the a

elf-for I am just starting, you see, in New York-I offered to pawn

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who depended on charity to pay rent; besides he said he was afraid the woman was goi

ne who had made a successful argument,

o say, in a decided tone, as he resumed

astonishment. 'Why, what do you mean? It will

self. I repeat, go to the a

nd cruel men who grind the faces of the poor, but you are the first I have see

am had struck a small bell which stood before him, and a young ma

end for a

mes withdrew to exe

e young doctor, choking with passion, w

ccupied himself intently w

se you do, and I have half a mind that the errand shall not be for nothing.

hand, erect figure, and energetic presence

abstracted than ever. He knew it was merely a matter of time; the policeman would arrive in two or th

ion from his antagonist, as he now considered him, by the course he was pursuing.

d to change

er of the whole matter. Nature is slower, to be sure, but she will do the work better than I could. Do you know what an advantag

a medical man, accustomed to judge of a person's condition by ob

ers paused, as

den possession of Hiram, that he raised his eyes from his papers a

advice. Sit over your papers less, and exercise more-or you

the apartment with a s

he street, he encountered Holmes, s

re one was always visible; but, as usu

if he had known him all his life, 'hurry back

ed to be relieved in his search; and

ance shot struck Hiram amidships. The latter continued gazing o

' he muttered. 'That

ed his arms and his legs, and both his cheeks. He fanc

ust ride every morning before breakfast; I ought not to have neglected it. Paraly

hese demonstratio

He had forgotten about send

ted me,' said the

I do

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his hat, and, though still early, pre

ppermost in his

house in a very pi

oth out, and he went imme

lcome her father so ear

I hope I am right in saying that he felt a touch of pity when he reflected o

e than ordinary kindness, and seated himself b

the Omniscient regards it, which, think you, woul

y, Harriet, so much o

s, and Margaret (the nurse) is invaluable. She reads to m

nk been here to-day

he is coming

ime, th

o'clock. He says he reserves his

us. Tell him I want to

joyfully, for she knew there was

nd whether it was hereditary or not, and so forth, and so forth. Aside from his high reputation as a physician, he knew his brothe

understand the selfish na

as early every day, papa.

ich fall a heavy responsibility-very heavy-and I must bear it. Providence has so

at it was law and orde

ral restraint which makes the

at her father had so pertinently expressed, yet t

ly, 'if I were a man, I sh

aughter, her wan features at that moment were so expressive of e

with a smile, 'My dear child, you

I have made you smile, and

It occurred to him, just then, that he would have time before dinner to take a look

quest that she should induce her uncle t

she appeared to be absorbed in thought. Recovering, she dir

ction. Perhaps, through that strange discrimination which is sometimes permitted t

ial. It is an awful thing for a child to a

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ward Doctor Frank, who could not (indeed he had no wish to do so) resist the influence of his cordial treatment. After dinner, they sat together in the l

rk,' said the millionnaire, when that topic was exhausted. 'You are

genial, mellow tone, t

onders. Do you remember what mother used always

her!' sig

unexpectedly. What a vigorous const

ell me I may look for a sim

as been filling your

m advised seriously.

or Frank regarded his

am. 'Now that you are her

m's chest: it was responsive as a drum. Then he proceeded to manipulate him in a more professional way. He put his

face gre

mething wron

o reply, except to

You are in as good health as a man could ask to be. Only, don't use your brain quite so much; it interferes with your digestion, and that in you affects the action of the heart. I

anything in the idea that I shall be-be-struck wit

Frank, cheerfully. [He knew how foolish it is to alarm o

d his morning rides; one hou

w he was called on to go into another contest. He

trotting sharply over the road very early in t

ht of him, spurring on under full headway, as i

what he is about?' asked the

N

Meeker, fig

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tween Signor Filippo Barbone and the daughter of

was not i

troducing into her own aristocratic circle one who had so lately figured as a second-rate op

. In this instance, it was the more tantalizing and exciting, because she felt that the world would be in opposition to her; while her lover adroitly added fuel to the flame, by protesting that he would no longer consent to be so unjust, so selfish,

d when he did return, unable, as he would say, to keep his oath to himself never to see her again, she would receive him with

ed an anonymous letter, warning him in vague ter

else that it was a miserable joke, perpetrated by some foolish fellow. So entirely was he assured that one or the other hypothesis was correct, that he dismissed the m

t do you think o

ntertain the slightest suspicion of his daughter: else he would

for themselves, he never questioned the corre

felt the floor sinkin

ly for an

t violent exhibition of temper. She walked up and down the room, apparently in a tran

he miscreant who had dared take such a liberty with her n

. Belle was very handsome, and never, as he thought, so bri

the scene she had got up to cover what was below the surface, that she di

see very plainly you are laughin

re, I can understand why you may suddenly give way to your feelings; but there is reason in all things. Don't you think the miserable fellow who penned that scrawl (by-the-way, you have

shake-a playful, pleasant shake. Looking her in the face, he said: 'Answer

always right. That is, I never

f to your room, and come dow

h smile, to show how obedien

n up the staircase, and his heart exulted in the

AN

ely heard, over the table-lands, and many fierce torrents, dashing wildly through rocky crevices, fill the great streams that roll, some into the Caribbean Sea, some into the near Pacific; while one, the mighty Amazon, stretches across the continent for more than three thousand miles

and unknown, have a marvellous attraction; and the perils encoun

aliers of Spain to bleach in death on the wild plain, or to moulder in the lonely glen! No river has sadder chronicles of suffering and danger than the Amazon. Still, the exploration, so hazardous, yet of such vast value, will

ain them with varied bloom and beauty. Science will detect every kind of rock in the structure of the most defiant crag. Not a bird can chant or build its nest in the most leafy shade, but science will find the nest, describe every change of color on the feathers of the little singer, and set to music every tone that gushes from its tiny throat. Not a gem can repose safe from seizure, in the rocks, in the sand, or in the torrent. Not a star can twinkle in the abyss of night, but science will tell its rate of light, and descr

cts and observations are of inestimable value. Yet, Humboldt searched into nature with the coldness of the anatomist, content with examining its material structure, rather than with the zeal of one who seeks images of Divine power impressed alike on solid rocks

her interior shrine. He exemplified rather the talent than the genius of discovery, the patient sagacity which accumulates materials, rather than the fervid enthusiasm which traces the stream of nature's action to its spring, the great Creative Will. Yet, the very title of Humboldt's great work, the concentrated fruit of a life of toil, 'Cosmos,' meaning beauty and order, and, then, the visible worl

very line, in every color, in all the strange lights and shadows of his paintings. Imagination, which sees at once the powers and proportions of things, is, when joined to a feeling heart, the surest guide to him who would describe natural truth, whether of the souls of men or of material forms. The realists of art may not be so well satisfied with a composition, as with the delineation, line by line, and point b

ainter. One may examine for hours the canvas, until every scene is fixed on the memory as on the canvas itself. Yet I will endeavor to give a general view of th

ects; but, at early morning and evening, sometimes the great snowy dome of Chimborazo may be seen afar, towering in majesty above the tropical verdure between its base and the ocean. It looks as if invading the heavens with its colossal form; and at such times it wears a vesture of glory. A few years ago, in New England, of a clear nigh

ine the banks of the stream. New forms and modes of life impress the traveller from the temperate zone. The scenery of the tropics, so long the wonder of the imagination, now expands in wild luxuriance before the sight. When you have gone as far as you can along the winding ri

st breeze, thrill with that murmur of myriads of trees, which is so full of mystery and awe; for there, the very forests, unbroken and unbounded, seem audibly to

h in air the cocoanut tree lifts its palmy diadem. The long broad leaves of the plantain protect its branches of green or yellow fruit, and throw a grateful shade upon the way, open here and there. Here is, indeed "a wilderness of sweets," and the air is full of blended fragrances. While the eye ranges, s

e rises another, and another yet, unseen at the foot. Begin the ascent. The mules tremble as they strive to keep their hold on the steep, slippery soil. Press upward in zigzag paths for hours. Reach the top of the ridge, and descend into the valley between it and another higher opposite; then, ascend again. As you thus slowly, patiently, yet surely reach the heart of the mountainous region, wild diversity of views holds you bound in wonder and strange delight. Here are level places-here pure, bright brooks glide on as smoothly as in meadows. There, a torrent rushes over crags, foaming and roaring in an everlasting cas

seems to expand before you, as if by some sudden enchantment. It is an ocean of constant verdure and inexhaustible fertility, spreading far, far below you, as far as you can see, on every side but that from which, high on the mountain top, you look down upon the view. The seeming ocean is the first table land, whose soft, green undulations fill the horizon, though, when the

seems the very emblem of graceful majesty, looking as if it must know its wondrous beauty, and as calm as if no wind strong enough to make a violet tremble could ever breathe upon its face; yet near, in vivid contrast, stands a craggy peak, towering up, up, toward the deep blue sky, so broken and so b

above the sea, the floral wealth of the temperate zone is embosomed in the torrid region itself, and adds the charm of an almost magical diversity to the intrinsic splendors of the scene. See small objects flitting about from flower to flower. They are the smallest and most delicate of hummingbirds, nowhere found but in America. Wat

ove you? It is the great condor, expanding his broad wings, wheeling in flight from ridge to ridge, curving with majestic motion, now poising himself upon his wings, now apparently descending, now suddenly but gracefully turning upward, until his lessening shape has gone beyond t

the unnumbered flowers interweave with their varied dyes and rich perfumes gentle suggestions, sweet similitudes for the understanding and the heart. If, as in this charming valley, the senses may be dissolved in joy, and the spirit would linger willingly in rapt delight, so

, and parties on the other side, hearing the shout, must wait their turn. Now, you leave for a while the narrow road, and descend upon a beautiful table land, bounded on the sides by parallel but distant mountains; and the open places reveal fertile plains in far perspective. Light streams through the wide, clear space in

w, varying with the line of the cliffs, and glittering like burnished silver in the sun, above the jagged battlements. The deep blue sky, the shining snow, the huge, dark, rocky bases,

-a mere ceremony, it may be, but one in picturesque keeping with the scenery. Invigorated by the breeze, the shade, the rest, prepare to go higher, higher, higher yet. First, pluck some of the

fuses and nearly stuns you. Each side is more or less precipitous, and you seem at the mercy of the furious tide, while jutting rocks above seem just ready to be loosened by some convulsion, and to crush you with their merciless weight: meantime, your horse stands unmoved by the peril before or above him, apparently deaf to the noise of the torrent, and quietly surveys the rapids, as if to select the safest point to cross. Disturb him not. He takes his time, and places one foot and then another in the torrent. As he reaches the main current, he trembles, not with fear, but with the effort to keep himself from being swept against the rocks. He may be able to keep his footing and to walk across, though panting and shaking at every step; or the stream

u with its refulgent, inaccessible majesty. The sight at first almost appals, but fascinates. The feeling of fear soon surrenders to absorbing enjoyment of the sublimity of the scene. The more you look, the more you desire to look. There stands the moun

aboriously upward, the wind blows almost like a hurricane. You can hardly breast its force. It grows colder and cold

has charmed the long way, since you saw it first. Dismount and climb as you can among the rocks. The glittering snow is near. You

he assaults of battle. War's gory feet never climbed so far. War's flaming torch never stained that pure and snowy light. Swords never flashed among those white defiles. Angels of peace guard the tops of the Andes. There is truce to all the rage of earth. During the middle

asses of rock at one's side. Hardly a ray of light is so refracted as to disturb the perfect shape and color of any object in the horizon. The splendor of the sun brings out the true colors of everything within the range of sight; and so various are these colors, and so diversified are the groupings of ridges and valleys, in the scenery of the Andes of the equator, that the pure developing and defining light and the clear air of that region produce effects as enchanting as the transforming light and the soft veiling air of Italy. At sunrise and at sunset, indeed, but especially at sunset, a rosy light

as broad a horizon of gently curving land. These table lands in some places extend like vast halls between widely separate but parallel chains of the Andes-again, like broad corridors along a line of ridges-again, like wide landings to gigantic stairs, of which the stone steps are mountains-a

on of forests. About the watercourses, on the farms, and in the towns, a few trees may be found-sometimes avenues of them laid out with care and beauty;

e, during the wars between Spain and South America, suffered terrible hardships and exposures in the Paramos. The Pampas are wide and level plains, not so high as the tabl

ifferent, yet harmonious, are excited by the combinations of Infinite Power. The emotion of awe, being one of great concentration, becomes even painful, if the tension of the mind be too long sustained; and so He who tempers the ineffable splendor of His immediate presence even to the gaze of angels, with the

n passes for it, but of a deeper blue than even the rich October sky of North America. As if joining the sky, are the shining summits of the mountains. The two ethereal colors, blue and white, thus meet in dazzling

any claim to Spanish descent. The South American, though half an Indian, recognizes the grandeur of his native mountains, and the beauty of the broad, fertile valleys, while a thorough-going Anglo-Saxon of North America, in the same places, would calculate whether or not the torrent that rushes foaming and glittering down the mountain is too steep to serve a mill, or whether the smaller mountains might not be levelled for building lots; or he would gaze upon some beautiful table land with wonder indeed, but with wonder chief

s most of the drudgery of the country. More South Americana of Indian descent, out of the general population, have gained honor and power than could possibly have done so under the confined and absolute sway of the Inca

tion, fields green with the early grain, or yellow with the harvest. The roads now wind through forests of constant shade, even under the burning sun of the equator; now they

would have done so yet more, but for the energetic and forever-praiseworthy resistance of the proprietors of adjacent grounds; as if America, with her thousands of miles of rivers, and almost infinite number of rapid, unfailing brooks, had not mill privileges enough, without daring to insult the Divine Majesty by wresting the Falls of Niagara from

rns all to beware of its vile contagion; yet, the suggestions of rural toil, the sight of tilled fields, the cottage, the shepherd and his flock, are all harmonious with nature, even in her grandeur; for they show that the glorious wonders of earth were giv

ain and the fruits of the temperate zone, from the higher districts. Well-guarded mules bear bars of precious silver from the mountain mines for the currency of the world, or to render dazzling service on the tables of nobles and kings in foreign lands. Look upon the gorgeous clouds above you, as if the snowy Andes were soaring heavenward; r

g shadowy woodlands, never weary, never still. Stand on a lofty ridge, and look abroad on the vast, snowy heights that appear in the horizon;-then let the 'mi

ntains, of reposing valleys, of fertile plains, of rural homes, of streams and waterfalls, of vast forests, of myriad forms of life and beauty, of sunrise, sunset, and the glittering moon. What a marvellous variety in the objects portrayed! What surprises at every turn! Colors more brilliant than Titian or Allston could combine, join in harmonious effect on every side, and grace and vigor, beauty and grandeur, are blended in every scene and almost in every outline. Would you examine the famous statues of the world, and admire the symmetry of form and power of expression drawn forth by human

! Ye are the mighty scales in which the fate of nations has been weighed! Ye have checked the march of conquest, or inspired with new, defiant energy the conqueror's will! Your ranges are the proje

rises far above the mists of partial opinion and the mire of conflict, the discords of jangling interests and the r

; the Mount of Transfiguration, where native Deity gleamed from the face of the benign Messiah on adoring, rapt disciples; the Mount of Sorrow, where the world's grief was borne, and which celestial grace has made the Mount of Joy to 'nu

how they are baptized with fire, one after, another, as the sun rises, to spread around the world the light of its daily cons

L FRIEN

ed toward England for at least a hearty moral support, were quickly destroyed by the ill-concealed spirit of exultation which she exhibited on more than one occasion. Although it can hardly be asserted that the great body of our people expected from he

ttle interruption, since the days of the Revolution, naturally led us to look to them for a degree of sympathy not to be expected from our constant rivals and competitors the English. It was with

decided than that observed on the part of her more powerful neighbors. In short, of the whole great

ng as true friendship between nations. It is a mournful question; and not a few, unwilling to believe that such is the case, will at once point to frequent close alliances, to more than one example of the generous behavior of one people toward another. But our own experience has taught us that friendship exists between nations only so far a

rives from her commercial intercourse with us are far greater than any which would accrue to her if she ruled the broken fragments of our country as she rules the oppressed provinces of India or her distant possessions in Australia. The same may be substantially sai

doubtless hopes that by the destruction of our power and influence, she may be able to regain her ascendency over her former colonies, can scarcely be s

st as a pretext for their treacherous enmity to us; and we again retur

e in considerations of policy and self-interest. Our experience has taught us that it holds good in the fact that mere feelings o

e pursuits and principles are widely distinct. The parties formed from these different classes are often diametrically opposed to each other in their ideas of policy and government. Moreover, their relations with fore

e have been considering, but it teaches us that we should never plac

ng toward us nothing but good will; yet friendly as her feelings may be, it is owing mainly to the fact that she is so distant, and the interests of the two countries are so widely separated, that she can have no

ssary foreign war. But it should be remembered that if we had had an adequate force to resist a foreign enemy three years ago, the existing rebellion would never have assumed its present proportions. We, who in our previous wars had made ourselves formidable, intrusted our defence to a few thousand men, distributed throughout our broad land, and, while the former valor of our sailors

se of neither our land or naval power has been proportional to our own extension, or to those modern inventions and discoveries by which large forces can be easily and e

ows that it possesses the elements necessary to maintain itself and protect them, so it can look for the friendship o

he world, which has doubtless, to a great extent, preserved us thus far. But while it is necessary to avoid giving any pretext for war, let no tame submission to insult or

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Smith, Author of 'A Life Drama,' 'City Poems,' etc. Boston: J.E.

the book is so quiet, true, and natural, we know not what favor it may find among us. We were pleased to see that in 'A Shelf in My Book-case' our own Hawthorne had a conspicuous place. 'Twice-Told Tales' is an especial favorite with Mr. Smith, as it indeed is with most imaginative people. His analysis of Hawthorne is very fine, and it is like meeting with an old friend in a foreign land to come across the name so dear to ourselves in these pages from across the sea. Equally pleasant to us is the Chapter on Vagabonds. 'A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind,' and, confessing ourselves to be one of this genus, we dwell with delight on our author's genial description of their naive pleasures and innocent ecce

Author of 'The Gentleman.' Boston: Little, Brown & Co

and humanizing effects of the Catholic Church, and sees only the faults and follies of those who minister at her altars. Not the least cheering example of the progress we are daily making, is the improvement in this respect in our late books of travels. We have ceased to denounce in learning to describe aright, and feel the pulsations of a kindred heart, though it beat under the scarlet ro

endell Holmes. Boston: Ticknor & Fields.

ontained in this volume are already

feel convinced the supply is not to be exhausted. Scientist and poet, analyst and creator, full of keen satire, genial humor, and tender

ph,' 'Sun Painting and Sun Sculpture,' 'Doings of the Sunbeam,' 'The Human Wheel, its Spokes and Felloes,' 'A Visit to the

ide. By Mrs. C. A. Hopkinson. Boston: Little, Br

ulated to spare the rising generation many a pang in b

Company, at their Emigration to New England, 1630. By Robert C. Winth

journals, or upon the records of official service.' Such a Life is the volume before us. The most skilful use has been made of his material by our author. John Winthrop the elder, through contemporaneous records, in the familiar language of private correspondence and diary, tells us the story of a considerable part of

the inmost thoughts, motives, and principles of the American Puritans. Valuable to the an

his young life to his country in the battle of Big Beth

With Illustrations. New York: D. A

on of character. The people drawn are such as we have all known, sketched without exaggeration, and actuated by constantly occurring motives. The book is ano

ted from the original French by Charles Edwin Wilbour, translator

'universal ideal' an impostor! Christ tells us of various facts with regard to himself: of his divine Sonhood and mission-if these things are not true, then was he either weakly self-deceived or a wilful deceiver. He sets up a claim to the working of miracles, and assumes the part of the Messiah of the prophets. This want of truth M. Renan smooths over by saying: 'Sincerity with oneself had not much meaning with Orientals; they are little habituated to the delicate distinctions of the critical spirit!' The resurrection of Lazarus, as he represents it, was a pious fraud managed by the apostles, agreed to by the Master, 'because he knew not how to conquer the greediness of the crowd and of his own disciples for the marvellous.' Does not the mere fact of such an acquiescence argue the impostor? Christ seeks death to deliver himself from his fearful embarrassments! Did he really

d and defiant scepticism of Volta

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d its forms, its changing hues and expressions. We do like when we look at a picture to know whether the trees be oaks, elms, or pines; whether the rocks be granitic, volcanic, or stratified; whether the foliage be of spring, midsummer, or autumn; even whether the foreground herbage be of grasses or broad-leaved weeds; but is there no danger that minuti? may absorb too much attention, that the larger parts may be lost in the lesser, that while each weed tells its own story, the distant mountains, the atmosphere, the whole picture, in short, may fail to tell us theirs in any interesting or even

the two words are by no means synonymous. There can be no real beauty without truth, but many truths are

reatest possible amount of fact.' Now we all know that the best way to stultify the mind and conception of a youthful student, in any branch of art, is to keep before him commonplace models. Indeed, what student gifted with genius, or

in degrees of more and less. 'Art is long and time is fleeting,' and the genuine artist has no hours to waste over the less significant and characteristic. Besides, each student deserving the name, has his own individuality, and will naturally select, and the more lovingly paint, objects in accordance with

fact be worthily represented, and not so prosily set forth that the picture shall be to us simply a matter of curiosity. That those trees did actually stand and grow thus, is small comfort, for the artist might surely have found other and more interesting forms telling the same tale. If light falling through loose foliage does indeed make upon the garments of a lad lying beneath spots at a little distance wonderfully like mildew, then rather let the boy sit for

humorous, grotesque, or sublime, and not flat, prosy, or revolting. A blemish is by no means necessarily an ugliness. A leaf nibbled by insects and consequently discolored, a

and thinks he has bettered nature's work.' Now, in music there are no discords; so soon as a discord is admitted, the sounds cease to be music;-there are dissonances, peculiar and unusual combinations of air vibrations, but these are never long dwelt on, and must always be resolved into the full and satisfactory harmony, of which the beaut

e general public, else it is not worth painting at all; and lastly, take care that it be instructive, as well as pleasurable to the public, else it is not worth painting with care. I should particularly insist at present on this careful choice of subject, because the Pre-Raphaelites, taken as a body, have been culpably negligent in this respect, not in humble honor of Nature, but in morbid indulgence of their own impressions. They happen to find their fancies caught by a bit of an oak hedge, or the weeds at the sides of a duck pond, because, perhaps, they remind them of a stanza of Tennyson; and forthwith they sit down to sacrifice the most consummate skill, two or three months of the best summer time available for outdoor work (equivalent to some seventieth or sixtieth of all their lives),

end the entire chapter: Of Turnerian Topography, Mode

e more latitudinarian, the earnest and the flippant, the pedantic and the broad, far reaching-will continue to clash for a season, while a school of American Landscape is, we think, destined t

g spot. We are presumed to be standing amid the ferns, flowers, and vines of the foreground, and looking off toward the castle-crowned hill, the village at its foot, and the far-away downs, with a silver stream winding into the distance. A rainbow quivers among the retreating clouds to the right, and from the left comes the last brilliant light of day, gilding the greene

In the solos, however (with the exception of that of Pizarro, where dramatic power satisfies), we miss the lyric genius of the Italians, their long-phrased, passionate, and never-to-be-forgotten melodies, containing the element of beauty per se so richly developed. Cannot the whole world produce one man, who, with all the expanded musical knowledge of the present