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bloody, and his eyes looking like fire. Seeing And trembled, but no word he said. as come up he slunk off, but the farmer fired His thought was something more than pain; EDITOR'S TABLE. t him before he could reach the wood close Upon the seas, upon the land, by, and he fell and rolled over. I ran up to He knew he should not rest again. finish him with the heavy stick which I had
RECENT Eoglish case of extreme cruin my hand, but I could only give him one He turned to her; but then once more
elty, passing under the guise of justice, stroke before he rose to his feet and made off. Quick turned, and through the oaken door
has been much commented on in the papers The blow was a heavy one, and struck him on
He sudden pointed to the west. the fore-leg, and he went off into the wood His eye resumed its old command,
on both sides of the Atlantic. There seemed howling and limping. The conversation of his hand,
to be something peculiarly revolting in the “ We found the poor child quite dead; its It was enough: she knew the rest.
circumstance that a little girl of thirteen, throat was frightfully torn by the wolf's teeth,
He turned, he stooped, he smoothed her hair, who had plucked a geranium-bud in an almsand the blanket was soaked with blood.
As if to smooth away the care "Now, it was noticed almost immediately From his great heart, with his left hand.
house garden, should be sentenced to imthat the girl Joana had not been seen since His right hand hitched the pistol round
prisonment for a fortnight in jail, and for the child had been put out, nor was she in the That dangled at his belt ...
four years longer in a penal institution all house when we got back. Then for the first
The sound time did the truth flash upon us,the woman
too mildly termed "reformatory.” But, as a Of steel to him was melody had been an accursed lobis-homem, and had More sweet than any song of sea.
matter of fact, severe sentences such as this murdered the child; and, in wounding the
are by no means rarely pronounced from the wolf, we had in troth wounded the girl, who
He touched his pistol, pressed his lips,
benches occupied by the “unpaid magistrahad assumed his form. The next morning we Then tapped it with his finger-tips, followed the traces of the wounded wolf, and, And toyed with it as harper's hand
cy” of England. Justice, in the hands of inside the wood, not ten paces from where he Seeks out the chords when he is sad
the gentlemen who are called upon to adminhad been seen to enter it, we found Joana ly. And purposeless. ing on the ground covered with blood. She
At last he had
ister punishment to petty offenders in the immediately began to explain to us that she Resolved. In haste he touched her hair,
English rural districts, is especially stern had crept into the wood when we had left the Made sign she should arise-prepare
with those who in any way invade the sacred child, fearing that some mischief might hap- For some long journey, then again
rights of “property." Theft or trespass, in pen to him; that she bad heard screams, and
He looked a-west toward the plainhad run toward the child in the darkness; that
their eyes, is too apt to be regarded as worse
Toward the land of dreams and space, just as she was getting to the outside of the
than wife-beating or slander, than perjury or The land of silences, the land wood the moon rose, she saw us coming, saw Of shoreless deserts sown with sand,
murderous assault. Such sentences as that the wolf run toward her, heard the gun fired, Where desolation's dwelling is,
accorded to poor little Sarah Chandler are far immediately felt herself to be wounded in the
The land where, wondering, you say, side, and fell to the ground, where she had
from being as uncommon as the conspicuous" What dried-up shoreless sea is this?" lain ever since.
ness of her case would imply. The very same * Of course, we knew that these were lies
Where, wandering, from day to day
clergyman who sought, in his capacity as a suggested by the devil, so we sent for the To rest in some cool resting-place;"
magistrate, to brand her for life as a "jail. priest, but before he came she had died. They
And yet you journey on through space buried her where she lay, and the 'wise wom
bird," because she plucked a flower, seoWhile seasons pass, and are struck dumb an,' who came to look at her, said she had the With marvel at the distances.
tenced, not long ago, a small boy scarcely mark of the lobis-homem on her breast quite
out of his pinafores to prison for a month, plain, and was evidently a servant of the Evil Yea, he would go. Go utterly One. The woman said that if she had seen Away, and from all living kind,
because he scraped the leavings of a discardthe girl's eyes she could have told at once Pierce through the distances, and find ed tobacco-cask, and sold his scraps for a what she was, for the lobis-homems all get to New lands. He had outlived his race.
half-penny; and condemned a young servanthave the long, narrow eyes and savage look of He stood like some eternal tree the wolf. She also explained to us that if a
girl to six weeks in jail for putting some That tops remote Yosemite, lobis-homem can murder and drink the blood And cannot fall. He turned his face
photographs, which she found in a waste-pa. of a newly-born child the enchantment ceases, Again and contemplated space.
per basket in the bouse where she served, and they are lobis-homems no longer." " And what did the priest say?" I asked. And then he raised his hand to vex
into her pocket to show to some friends. " He said,” replied the farmer, " that we
His beard, stood still, and there fell down Not long ago sixteen fishermen and women, Tere fools to have any thing to do with a wom
Great drops from some unfrequent spring, living on the Northumbrian coast, were cast an from Tarouca, for it was a nest of witches
And streaked his channeled cheeks so brown, into jail for a month for picking up mussels and warlocks." And ran unchecked, as one who recks
on the shore, with which to bait their books. "And you are quite sure this girl was a real Nor joy, nor tears, nor any thing. Lobis-homem?"
It was an audacious assault upon the propAnd then, his broad breast heaving deep "I never doubted it for a moment. Did I Like some dark sea in troubled sleep,
erty rights of the squire whose estates ran to not see Joana's own eyes in the wolf as he
Blown round with groaning ships and wrecks, the water's edge; and the clergymen and turned round when I struck him? How can I
He sudden roused himself, and stood doubt? Besides," said the farmer, after a
squires who administered the law without With all the strength of his stern mood, pause, “there was the mark of a heavy blow
pay in that region could not let the flagrant Then called his men, and bade them go on her right arm-exactly where I struck the And bring black steeds with bannered necks,
defiance of the rights of property pass. In Folf. She never accounted for that." And strong like burly buffalo.
Essex three very reputable and not disorderThe sassafras took leaf, and men
ly lads, aged about sixteen, sallied out for an MORGAN OF PANAMA.
Pushed west in hosts, and black men drew afternoon walk. In crossing the fields they
came to a brook; a grassy knoll on its banks The solemn woods. Old Morgan stooped his head and passed the curled moon tipped her horn, and threw
One midnight when tempted them, and they threw themselves Within his cabin-door. He cast
upon it and began to read some books they A black oak's shadow slant across His great arms out without design,
had brought with them. Suddenly up rode A low mound hid in leaves and moss, Then leaned o'er Ina; stood beside
the owner of the field on horseback, and A time, then turned and strode the floor,
Old Morgan cautious came and drew
From out the ground, as from a grave, roughly demanded their names. Soon after Stopped short, breathed sharp, threw wide the A great box, iron-bound and old,
they had returned home they were taken in Then gazed beyond the murky tide. And filled, men say, with pirates' gold,
charge by a policeman, brought before the And then they, silent as a dream, He took his beard in his hard hand, In long black shadows crossed the stream.
magistrates, accused of trespass, and heavily Then slowly shook his grizzled head
JOAQUIN MILLER. fined. A little girl of thirteen was recently
condemned at Dorchester to twenty-one days' | than the squires themselves. That a coun to formulate the laws of the winds and the imprisonment at "hard labor,” and five years try squire, who has never opened Black.clouds, but to show how their coming and in a reformatory, for stealing an earthen stone, and who has been brought up with a going may be modified, and perhaps directed. milk-jug. It turned out that the jug, which dominant idea of the sacredness of property, At first glance it would seem as if it were a was cracked, had been given to the girl with and the worthlessness of the lives and liber consummation devoutly to be wished. One out authority by a servant. The supposed ties of the poor folk who now and then, wit- may permit himself to fancy some of the thief, too, was ascertained to bave the best tingly or unwittingly, invade it, is the proper changes that would be desirable to bring character for honesty.
person to deal out justice upon them, seems about under this new weather dispensationThese are but a few illustrations of cases absurd enough to us in these modern times ; as, for instance, that there should be do of judicial cruelty that are constantly being and it is to be hoped that legislation will ere rainy days during all the long summer, but reported in England. All of them indicate long abolish the anomaly.
only a nightly shower to refresh vegetation that with the English country magistrate
and lay the dust; that during the rest of the "property” is still a kind of fetich, which it Our Paris correspondent writes of drench- year the rain should fall decimally—that is, is as horrible to desecrate as it is, in the ing rains and chilling winds that are sending every tenth day, so that our storms should eyes of a Parsee, to enter a fire-temple with back to Paris disappointed sea - side and periodically recur like our Sundays. There shoes on. It is no wonder that a loud cry is mountain sojourners by the thousand. Our is no difficulty in imagining many fine things every now and then raised by civilized and own July and early August were not free as coming from the new order, but, unless humane Englishmen for the abolition of the from similar unseasonable and altogether un the science should also teach how to modify system of unpaid magistrates. The trouble reasonable manifestations of weather. Long, i human nature, we fear there would be some is that this system is an ancient and there cold rain-storms in summer are really some difficulty in getting a general concurrence in fore supposably a venerable one. It is dething more than ordinary human nature en any fixed plan. There are some who would rived from the feudal times when the lord of dures with patience. To the busy town banish the "beautiful snow," and others who the manor was the despotic head of the com worker who has anticipated for months his would have more of it; some who would munity—its judge as well as military and civ vacation among the hills; to the young la- have all our winds summer zephyrs, and othil chief. The magistrates are for the most dies who have calculated with so much long- ers who like the briskness of a gale; and in part country squires and country rectors, ing upon their summer boatings and picnics; all other details opinions would be almost as with little knowledge of the law, and, as to those who delight in the gay animation of various as the people. would appear, not always with an enlightened watering-place hotels; to my lady whose fine Perhaps, after all, the best science for the sense of justice. They are appointed by the country villa is lonely without summer guests weather is a little philosopby—that sort of lords-lieutenants of the counties, are remov -to everybody, in truth, who with summer mental condition that enables one to adapt able by the Lord - Chancellor, and the sen- days associates skies of gentle blue, winds his pleasures and his occupations to his extences they give may be reversed by the that fan the willing cheek with soft airs, hills ternal conditions, and, instead of fretting Home Secretary, in whom rests the pardoning in shadow and sunshine that seem to sleep in over a rain-storm, goes to work to extract power. It is an obvious disadvantage that dreams of beauty, transparent lakes that entertainment from it. It is tolerably certhe owners of property and the clergy who mirror the lazy oar, forests where murmuring tain, moreover, that this is the only science serve as magistrates should reside in the boughs and glancing lights charm both eye that will ever successfully manage the weather. neighborhood where the misdemeanors are and ear, meadows that lie under yellow suns committed and over which they have jurisdic- and passing clouds - to everybody whose Some recent utterances by Charles Francis tion; they are very apt to base their judg. summer memories bring up pictures like Adams, in regard to the need of a more ferment, not on the particular offense, but upon these, the winds and rains that usurp their vent style of preaching, have been quoted in the character of the person charged as they place seem like very cruel manifestations of defense of certain pulpit exaggerations reknow it to be. Offenses against property power.
cently characterized as the "gospel of gush." are visited with peculiar severity, because But these, after all, are but minor in- Mr. Adams thinks that “the demand at the the magistrates are property - owners, and, stances of our contest with conditions that present time is for sympathy, bordering, it while professing to deal out justice, are in continually subdue us. Must mankind, we may be, upon passion. While,” he says, "I tent on the protection of their own may tenture to ask, be always at the mercy fully believe that in no country are to be The tyrannical game-laws, also a relic of of elementary forces? Must floods drown, found a greater proportionate number of feudalism, are executed with extreme sever winds overwhelm, suns scorch, and life con pious, learned, faithful, and assiduous serity by these unpaid magistrates. The time tinue at every turn a fierce struggle with its vants in the Church, I trust it will be no disis no doubt not far distant when there must environment? Are we really prostrate and paragement to them if I frankly confess a be a thorough reform in the system of the powerless in this matter ? History and cur- craving of many years for a warmer, a more rural magistracy of England, and in the old rent experience declare emphatically that we effective, and a more sympathetic manner of laws which hedge about property with so are; but here and there a wild thinker is communicating their valuable lessons both many bristling defenses. It is becoming prone to utter a belief that the weather bears of law and love." All this may be heartily clearly evident that clergymen are least of an ascertainable relation to man, and that it sanctioned without approving of the excesses all fitted to sit in judgment upon the petty is competent for the united efforts of the race, of manner and extravagances of sentiment offenders of the shires. They lack the judi- under wise direction, to do something toward which have recently called down the censure cial temperament, which, when they are con- modifying the irregularities of the seasons. of the world. Our preachers are very apt to fined to their proper sphere, may be a vir- Inasmuch as forests influence rainfalls, elec- be either cold and stolid, or declamatory, sentue rather than a failing; and experience trical currents follow the iron track of the sational, and hysterical. What we suppose has shown that, although the messengers of railway, and rain comes to arid regions where Mr. Adams to ask for is genuine earnestness "peace on earth, good-will to men,” they are man has carried his eivilization, it is believed - warm, impressive manner, a sympathetic generally inclined to deal with small offenses by these dreamers that these facts are the and heart-felt utterance of the great lessons against property with even greater severity prologue of a vast science which is not only of "law and love." True earnestness never
offends the most captious listener ; but just transfer. The book is sold for a certain death. Can such a patient, by any amount of as there is but one step from the sublime to definite and obviously limited purpose, and
cautious alarming, be induced to "arm him
self against death with some effect ?' the ridiculous, so there is but a narrow line the republication is upon the face an appro " Does the writer know that such patients between true and false eloquence-between priation of a right not conferred by the sale. will not believe the doctor when he says, You that simple and fervid intensity that sweeps It may be assumed that a man once purchas- have lang-trouble, and if you do not do so over the hearts of men and those gushings ing a book has, in the absence of a special | he read Dr. Austin Flint's article on the dis
and so you will die of consumption?' Has that are made up of attitude and affectation. A law limiting the use to which he may put it, ease in his 'Practice of Medicine,' where he preacher may be very earnest and very affec a right to make any disposal of it he pleases. describes the mental condition of such pationate, and yet full of manliness and simplici- If he chooses to duplicate copies; he is fully tients as amounting to insane delusions when
talking of their condition - how they are ty; his sermons may be entirely free of mawk- privileged to do so. The book has become continually forming plans for the future when, ish sensibility, and yet possess an abundance his property, and his control over it is abso as Dr. Flint remarks, 'it is obvious to any obof " sympathy bordering on passion.” It is lute. To this it can be replied that the
server that they are on the verge of the grave ?' just this distinction between noise and earn rights involved in a purchase are limited by tisement when he says that the disease is open
No doubt he has read some sure-cure adverestness, between affectation and genuine sym- the clear, obvious intent of the seller, and to attack and defeat, and can be ' expurgated' pathy, that needs to be established. It is that this intent can commonly be ascertained and seized' after it has fastened its hold senot to be assumed, because one deprecates by the terms and conditions of the sale. In curely upon the human system. I for one would
be glad to welcome any plan of treatment the high coloring of many pulpit utterances, a dispute pertaining to any kind of proper- which promises success in one of nine cases of that he is thereby wedded to cold and ex ty between seller and buyer as regards what consumption. clasively argumentative sermons. Every has been sold and bought, the price is a
“But it is, unfortunately, not so easily seized body likes spirit, movement, and glow, in very important and often conclusive witness
and expurgated; no matter how simple and
few remedies we employ, no matter to what literary style, but no reader of taste likes | as to the fact. If A declares that it was the climates we send our patients, no matter to strained excess in piled-up adjectives as a saddle alone that he was selling, and B asserts what diet we restrict them, this lurking, insubstitute for these qualities; and a similar that the bargain was for both saddle and
sidious enemy to our race works on and event
ually carries its victim to the grave. distinction exists in the liking of cultivated horse, the price given in such a case un " This is the experience of every physician, people for oratory, whether of the pulpit or mistakably indicates what the intentions of whether of the 'vulgar herd' or the first Dot. We may be sure that Mr. Adams, in the seller were, and the true nature of the physicians.' Where one case cured is review of his culture and his temperament, had bargain. The law of equity is competent in ported, ninety-and-nine cases go to the grave
unreported. So few, indeed, are the cases no thought of sanctioning the noisy and con cases of this kind to decide what it is that cured, that it always raises à doubt in my Talsive methods that bere and there are ex the purchaser has bought. In like manner, mind when I read of them, whether the physihibited in the pulpit. A man that storms up a layman might venture to suppose it would cian who reports the case may not have made
a mistake in diagnosis. It is a notorious fact, and down a platform-tossing his arms in the be competent to decide what it is that the also, that a phthisical patient seldom applies air, uttering platitudes in tones of thunder, buyer of a book has possessed himself of by for medical advice until he has his enemy senow shedding tears at his manufactured pa- his purchase. It would be very clear that curely fastened upon him. I believe that, if thos, and now exploiting some sensational ir- | the two dollars transferred in such a case
we have our ears so nicely educated as to de
tect the approach of this disease before it bereverence--may imagine these displays to be could not give the purchaser a right worth comes firmly seated, we could keep it in the sort of thing Mr. Adams and the rest of perhaps a thousand times this sum. Hence check and cure it. But surely a physician is Es spiritually crave, but the mistake is a woful if a publisher find his right of printing and
not to be arraigned and tried as a criminal if
his ear is not susceptible of such fine educaone. Simple fervor subdues and captivates all publishing a book infringed, why would not a tion. I sincerely hope that your columns may hearts, but would-be eloquence that accumu- suit at common law establish not only his contain an answer to this Mismanagement lates upon wretched matter the affectations claim but the legal limitation of use pertain- by Physicians,' which will convince Mr. W
that it is better to let things alone which he of a bad histrionic manner, is about as offen- ing to a book procured in the way we have
knows so little of. The most charitable consive a thing as man or woman can listen to. described? If this is bad law it is scarcely struction I can put upon his uncalled-for and bad common-sense.
ill-chosen attack upon the medical fraternity Is the general assumption that proprietor
is, that he was 'bard up' for a subject for an
article in your JOURNAL for that number, and, ship in literary property can only be secured A CORRESPONDENT, who signs bis commu
meeting with a poor patient with consumpby special statute, the common law of prop- | nication “Country Doctor,” calls in question tion, listened to his plaint, and Quixotic-like erty failing to cover it, have all the facts been
the accuracy of a recent paper in this Jour- has charged the wind-mill.” fully considered? The common law of prop-nal, in terms as follows:
The opinion of “ Country Doctor" that erty covers, it is conceded, an author's manu
" In an article which appears in your issue the article which he criticises was written seript; but, once the manuscript is printed of July 17th, I notice some assertions which, because the writer" was bard up for a suband pablished, then the book becomes the for the honor of the profession which is the
ject for an article," is very wide of the mark. subject of attack, it will be well enough to property of the public, unless protected by a
Articles written for this reason are not apt correct. The writer asserts that a man in the special enactment. Let us see for a mo
last stages of consumption, etc., and then to find their way into the columns of the ment how the operation would be, supposing concludes this “first count' by saying: 'The JOURNAL. The facts related in “Mismanagethere were no law of copyright. A book is result was that he returned or went to Aiken, ment by Physicians” were derived in part
South Carolina, “ with consumption fastened published, let us assume, which sells for upon him."! It seems to me that he need not
from the writer's personal experience, and in two dollars per copy. What is it that the have even gone to Florida to have had his dis part from testimony gathered during a two pablisher sells for two dollars ? Is it not ease fastened upon him, since he had the dis- months' sojourn in Aiken, South Carolina ;
ease in its last stages when he applied to the simply the pages of printed matter and the
and from the character of the writer, as well Boston doctor. It certainly must have been binding thereof for such ordinary use as securely fastened when the doctor tapped upon
as from the opportunities he possessed for arpertains to a book—that is, for its perusal his chest with the tips of his fingers as de- riving at the truth, they may, we think, be reand stady? If the purchaser reprints the scribed, and no doubt the few taps which the lied upon. But the article needs to be read book, it is obvious at once that he is putting quite sufficient to establish the diagnosis with care, which“ Country Doctor” has his purchase to a use not designed in the phthisis pulmonalis,' and the prognosis | not done. If this critic will return to the ar
ticle, he will see that there is no authority for picted with care and skill; and yet, in follow- snuff-taking, complimenting and exclaiming ; his statement that the person spoken of in ing his pathway through the story, we seem people advanced and retreated, bowing to the the "first count" had the disease in the last
ground and balancing themselves on their high to be pursuing the phantom of a person once
heels. well known to us-with whom, in fact, we stages when he applied to the Boston physihave set out many a séance of the Literary great deal of noise, shouting, and chattering.
“ With all their dignity, there is also a cian; be was in the “ last stages” when he club, and dined times without number. Eren related his experience, not when he applied | Angelica Kauffmann (for she it is whom Miss
There are runners with torches, splendid foot
men in green and golden liveries surrounding for medical advice. And if the doctor's Thackeray calls Miss Angel) seems to lose my lady's chair. few questions were, as our correspondent af- her already feeble hold on our memory; she "The King of Denmark is entertained in firms, “sufficient to establish the diagnosis is transformed before our very eyes into an splendid fashion. The Princess of Brunswick phthisis pulmonalis,' with the prognosis
ideal and fictitious creation, and by the time visits England. Cornelly lights up Soho the story is finished we are prepared to avow
Square with wax-candles, while highwaymen * death,!” how, then, came this man of medi
our belief that such a person never exist hang in chains upon the gallows in distant cine to tell his patient, “There is nothing the ed. Now, the prime condition of success
dark country-roads. Our young King George matter ?” Does not our correspondent here in an historical novel is that it shall translate dered and lively kingdom to rule, and Char
is a bridegroom, lately crowned, with this powin quite confirm the allegation of our con names into persons for us, and deepen mere
lotte Regina to help him. tributor ? In regard to the opinion that con- | impressions into at least the semblance of " There are great, big coaches in the street, sumption inay be cured, it is quite likely that intimate personal knowledge. Lacking this and Mr. Reynolds's is remarked upon with all “ Country Doctor" is right, and the author
realistic element, historical fiction is but a its fine panels; but Cecilia can still send for a
more or less ingenious literary mechanism ; chair when she wishes to be carried to Baker of the article wrong; but as to the allega- and it is precisely on this ground that “ Miss Street. Vauxhall is in its glory, and lights up tions he makes, the writer assures us that Angel” must be pronounced a failure.
its bowers. Dr. Burney gives musical parties.
The cards fly in circling packs; the powderthey fall short of rather than exceed the Few literary writers, however, have a truth. more perfect mastery of literary art than puffs rise in clouds ; bubbles burst. The vast
company journeys on its way. In and out of Miss Thackeray, and it is certainly true that society golden idols are raised; some fall down a story radically defective in structure was
and worship, others burst out laughing. Some Literary
never more perfectly finished in its details. lie resting in their tents, others are weeping
The opening scenes are laid in Venice, and in the desert. Preěminent among the throngs CISTORICAL fiction seems to possess these are simply delightful permeated one mighty shade passes on its way. Is it a
pillar of cloud sent to guide the struggling all novelists above a certain grade. There of art and of Italy." Nearly every page gives feet of the weary! From the gloom flash rays are extremely few of them who have not us a paragraph, a sentence, or a phrase, How many of us, still wandering impatient,
of light, of human sympathy not unspoken. made at least one or more attempts at it; which the mind takes in with a sort of lin
might follow that noble hypochondriac, nor and yet, when we have counted off Thacke- gering, epicurean relish; and the Venice of
be ashamed of our leader! He walks along, ray's " Henry Esmond” and “The Virgin-the eighteenth century becomes a majestic uncertain in his gait, striking alternate lampians,” Kingsley's “ Hypatia,” George Eliot's reality to our imaginations. Read this as an posts, an uncouth figure in soiled clothes, “ Romola,” and a few of Scott's and Bul- illustration, which, though quotable, is by no splendid-hearted, with generous help for more wer's novels, we have about completed the means the best :
than one unhappy traveler lying wounded by
the roadside. Do we not read how noble list of what can be regarded as genuine “Are they falling into ruin, those old Italsuccesses in this field. Miss Thackeray has ian churches ? Are the pictures fading from upon his shoulders, and staggers home to his
Johnson stoops and raises the prostrate form almost an hereditary right to achieve suc their canvas in the darkened corners? I think
own house? He has not even an ass to help cess in this as in other departments of fic they have only walked away from their niches him bear the burden." tion, and “Miss Angel” * is so charming a
in the chapels into the grass-grown piazzas book in many ways that we are tempted to outside. There is the broad back of Tintoret
And, if a story must bave a moral, could it forego criticism and say that she has really to’s Virgin in that sunny corner; her pretty, be less commonplace than this ?
abundant train of angels are at play upon the done so; but candor compels us to confess
“One day not long ago a little boy, in a grass. There is Joseph standing in the shadow passion of tears, asked for a pencil and paper that the glamour which her literary art ena
with folded arms. Is that a bronze - that bles her to throw over us is illusory, and that
to draw something that he longed for and dark, lissome figure lying motionless on the the application of a very few tests suffices to
could not get. The truth of that baby's phimarble step that leads to the great entrance ?
losophy is one which strikes us more and relegate“ Miss Angel” to the multitudinous The bronze turns in its sleep. A white dove
more as we travel on upon our different ways. rank of books which ought to have attained comes flying out of the picture by the high alsuccess, but which somehow failed of reaching tar with sacred lights illumined. Is it only along the road, sympathies and experiences
How many of us must have dreamed of things it. For example, burly Dr. Johnson figures one of the old sacristau's pigeons coming to
that may become us some day, not ours-inamong the historical personages whom Miss be fed ? By the water-beaten steps a fisherman
ward grace of love, perhaps, not outward sign Thackeray has woven into the framework of is mooring his craft. St. John and St. James
of it. This spiritual blessing of sentiment no her story, and we have only to read the chap wondrous vision of Italy, when the church
are piling up their store of fagots. In this realization, no fulfillment alone can bring to ters and paragraphs in which he is intro- doors open wide, the saints and miracles come
us; it is the secret, intangible gift that belongs duced, and then open Boswell for a page or
to the mystery of life, the divine soul that streaming out into the world."
touches us and shows us a home in the desotwo, in order to see how defective is Miss Thackeray's characterization. In the one
Moreover, though the principal figures in late places, a silence in the midst of the storm." case, we are confronted by a man who repels
Miss Thackeray's work may be defective in For the rest, the book has some slight or attracts, as the case may be, but whose historical vraisemblance, their surroundings, biographical value. The character and arpersonality cannot be denied ; in the other, accessions, trappings, so to call them, are tistic career of Angelica Kauffmann are made we hear a voice which seems to speak in fa
made out with truly striking effect. Here is more clear to us; and her relations with the miliar accents, but which, after all, is but the
an instance of this, which might have come Count de Horn, which heretofore have been faintest echo of its great original. So of Sir from the pen of the Thackeray. It refers so obscure as to have been overlooked by Joshua Reynolds, who plays one of the most to the period (1766) of Angelica Kauffmann's most biographers, are shown to have constiimportant roles in the little drama. The dig. arrival in England:
tuted the crucial episode in her life. nified courtesy, the graceful accomplishments,
“ To read of the times when Miss Angel the magnanimity and placidity of mind of came to take up her abode among us, is like
In “Ward or Wife?" (New York: Harthat most respectable of painters, are all de reading the description of a sort of stately per & Brothers) we find a story, rather pleas
ballet or court-dance. Good manners had to ing in itself, and told not without a certain * Miss Angel. A Novel. By Miss Thackeray. be performed in those days with deliberate dig- animation, utterly and irredeemably spoiled New York: Harper & Brothers.
nity. There is a great deal of saluting and by an almost incredible vulgarity of style.
The people who figure in it are represented | Messalina ; and who, in the end, cheats It would be superfluous at this late day as belonging to a rather aristocratic rank in both those who have accepted her bribes and to speak as to the merits of Bartlett's “FaEnglish society, and yet it is literally the those to whom she has promised a more sen miliar Quotations " (Boston: Little, Brown truth to say that there are not three consecu- | timental reward than money. Becky Sharp & Co.). It has long been a standard work,
tive sentences in either the narrative or the is a respectable person in comparison with and, notwithstanding the appearance of sev! conversational portions of the book which this witching and wicked little widow; and, eral competitors in recent years, it is still, to
are not a most preposterous jargon of mixed after a dozen hours or so spent in her com our mind, the most satisfactory and serviceFrench and English, copiously accentuated pany, and in that of the people who sur-able book of its kind. What secures mention with a sort of slang which any one of the round her, we close the book with a mixed of it in our columns at this time is the apebaraeters in it would undoubtedly have feeling of amusement and disgust, and with a pearance of a new edition—the seventh-in characterized as “ beastly.” The book is consciousness of being mentally soiled. To which considerable changes have been made. quite evidently written by a woman, and the many readers, probably, the close will seem “ Many authors,” to quote the preface, “ are slang, it is equally evident, was picked out both premature and abrupt; but Mr. De cited who have not been represented in any of some slang dictionary. Had it been writ- Forest was writing the history of a claim former edition, and numerous phrases added ten by a man, it would have been both better rather than of a person, and for ourself we which have been gathered by patient gleanand worse: worse, in that such vulgarity are quite willing to part company with Josie ings from the old fields. To the quotations soald inevitably have degenerated into just when we do. The inevitable fate of from Shakespeare, more than three hundred coarseness, which is not the case here; and such a woman is written in her character, lines bave been added ; and those from Embetter, in that the slang would have been less and it was certainly commendable discretion erson, Gibbon, Johnson, Lamb, Lowell, Mainane, and also less in quantity. The so- on the part of the author to cut his narrative caulay, Montgomery, Pope, and other authors, called delineators of high life have done their short before the heroine dipped below the have been largely increased in number. The best to make the world think poorly of Eng- horizon of outward respectability.
notes and appendix contain much new matlish society, but it would take a much strong Justice demands that we acknowledge ter, and the index has been carefully revised er book than " Ward or Wife?” to convince that Mr. DeForest shares, or rather antici as well as enlarged.” The index now fills as that English gentlemen and ladies alter-pates, our condemnation of his heroine, and upward of one hundred and eighty pages, nate in their conversation between the patois that he is acutely conscious of the immo- and is a model of its kind. of school-girls learning French on the one rality of the practices which he exposes. His hand, and the language of the bar-room on book, indeed, is a political pamphlet quite as In the preface to his "Life of Swift,” the the other. Furthermore, we decline to accept | distinctly as it is a novel; and, with all its first volume of which will be published in Nothe author's word for it that Minnie (who, on drapery of light society fiction, it furnishes vember, Mr. John Forster says: “Swift's later the whole, rather pleases us) takes the un. food for serious reflection. Had the book time, when he was governing Ireland as well natural, uowomanly, and unnecessary method | been a little less comprehensive in its denun as his deanery, and the world was filled with of indicating her preference for her guardian, ciations, a little less uniform in its blackness, gibly written. But, as to all the rest, it is a
the fame of Gulliver,' is broadly and intellithat she is represented as doing.
it might have been an effective attack upon work unfinished, to which no one has brought If the faults of " Ward or Wife?” had certain abuses to which public attention is the minnte examination indispensably necesbeen other than the particular ones we have at last being directed. As it is, the injustice sary, where the whole of a career has to be pointed out, we should conjecture that the is too palpable, and the reader who was pre- considered to get at the proper comprehension author might, in time, write a creditable pared to applaud judicious punishment of of single parts of it. The writers accepted as Dorel ; but innate vulgarity of mind is gener-wrong-doers finds himself recoiling from authorities for the obscurer years are found to ally hopeless, and any one who could per-wholesale and indiscriminate slaughter.
be practically worthless, and the defect is not petrate such stuff and not instinctively throw But exaggeration is Mr. DeForest's fault supplied by the later and greater biographies. it in the fire, is, in all probability, afflicted as an artist as well as his weakness as a
Johnson did him no kind of justice because of with precisely this malady.
too little liking for him; and Scott, with much logician.
His books are amazingly clever, heartier liking as well as a generous admira
spirited, racy, and amusing. They are well tion, had too much other work to do. Thus, It is plain that Mr. J. W. DeForest's written, too, except that he spoils his best notwithstanding noble passages in both me** Playing the Mischief” (New York: Harper things by insisting upon them, and drowns moirs, and Scott's pervading tone of healthy, & Brothers) was suggested by “The Gilded himself in his own Auency. His character-manly wisdom, it is left to an inferior hand to Age, "* and, after reading it, we are inclined sketches are nearly always good; most of attempt to complete the tribute begun by those to share the author's conviction that he could the people in "Playing the Mischief,” for ex
distinguished men.” ... The Athenæum sees ase the same materials to better advantage ample
, impress with a rather disagreeable Inconnue » should have been published:
no reason why Mérimée's “Letters to a New than they had been put to by Messrs. Twain sense of their reality. Bụt he is not satisfied
" The new unknown' is probably no unand Warner. As an analysis and exposé of that we should recognize his cleverness, he known at all, and no parallel beyond the title the ways and means of congressional lobby- | must dazzle us with his brilliancy; a smile could be made with the other work published ing, “ Playing the Mischief” is much the must be deepened into a laugh; and eccen a year ago. The present volume is small, and more complete performance; and Josie Mur- tricities of character or manner, which when it contains little matter, being preceded by a ray is a decidedly more plausible creation they are first called to our attention only em- long preface of no particular interest by M. than either Colonel Sellers or Laura Haw- phasize the individuality of those who dis- Blaze de Bury. The letters addressed to the kins. In the latter case the caricature and play them, are so incessantly paraded, and
Présidente of a Cour d'Amour formed by the exaggeration are patent throughout; the for- | reiterated, and rehearsed, that at last a sense
Empress Eugénie are commonplace, and, to mer maintains an aspect of consistency and of their utter artificiality is driven into our
the general public, of no concern whatever."
... A library containing thirty thousand voltruth, which puzzles us even if it does not consciousness. Mr. DeForest would do better
umes of foreign works has been established convince. No doubt it is rather trying to work if he could bring himself to credit his
at Yeddo by the Japanese Educational Departthe patience to concentrate our attention readers with quicker perceptions and larger ment. . . . According to a note in the Bibliothrough every page of a long novel upon powers of appreciation. An author encumbers graphie de la France, a communication was a woman who, while she is, as the author bimself unnecessarily when he imagines that recently made to the Social Science Associadescribes her, “beautiful, graceful, clever, he is always addressing an audience that has tion at Boston, relative to the vast increase entertaining, and amiable,” is also a most progressed no further than the alphabet.
of books in the public libraries of Europe and incorrigible and heartless flirt, whose only In spite of all defects, however, whether the United States. If we may believe this
statement, the various public libraries in the persistent motive in life is selfish greed, of structure or of style, “ Playing the Mis
States contain as many as twenty million and whose sole purpose, during our acquaint-chief” is one of the liveliest and most enter
volumes instead of nine hundred and eighty ance with her, is to swindle the government; taining of recent novels, and we are confident thousand, which was the number in 1849. In who bases her claim on lying, bribery, and that no one who reads it (unless it be a Con the space of a quarter of a century the books saborsation of perjury, and lobbies it through gressman, who might perhaps find it depress- - in the British Museum have increased from by adding to such means all the arts of a | ing) will find fault with us for recommending it. I four hundred and thirty-five thousand vol