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A RECENT English case of extreme cru

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; at 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 in my hand, but I could only give him one

He turned to her; but then once more stroke before he rose to his feet and made off. Quick turned, and through the oaken door 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, howling and limping.

The conversation of his hand, * We found the poor child quite dead; its

It was enough: she knew the rest. throat was frightfully torn by the wolf's teeth,

He turned, he stooped, he smoothed her hair, and 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 band. that the girl Joana had not been seen since

His right hand hitched the pistol round the child had been put out, nor was she in the

That dangled at his belt house when we got back. Then for the first

The sound time did the truth flash upon us—the woman Of steel to him was melody had been an accursed lobis-homem, and had More sweet than any song of sea. murdered the child; and, in wounding the wolf, we had in truth wounded the girl, who He touched his pistol, pressed his lips, bad 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 inside the wood, not ten paces from where he Seeks out the chords when he is sad bad been seen to enter it, we found Joana ly- And purposeless. ing on the ground covered with blood. She

At last he had immediately began to explain to us that she Resolved. In haste he touched her hair, had crept into the wood when we had left the

Made sign she should arise-prepare ehild, fearing that some mischief might hap- For some long journey, then again pen to him ; that she had heard screams, and

He looked a-west toward the plainhad run toward the child in the darkness; that

Toward the land of dreams and space, just as she was getting to the outside of the wood the moon rose, she saw us coming, saw

The land of silences, the land

Of shoreless deserts sown with sand, the wolf run toward her, heard the gun fired,

Where desolation's dwelling is, immediately felt herself to be wounded in the

The land where, wondering, you say, side, and fell to the ground, where she had

“What dried-up shoreless sea is this?” lain ever since.

Where, wandering, from day to day “Of course, we knew that these were lies

You say, “ To-morrow sure we come suggested by the devil, so we sent for the

To rest in some cool resting-place; " priest, but before he came she had died. They

And yet you journey on tlırough space buried her where she lay, and the 'wise woman,' who came to look at her, said she had the

While seasons pass, and are struck dumb

With marvel at the distances. mark of the lobis-homem on her breast quite 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, the girl's eyes she could have told at once Pierce through the distances, and find hat she was, for the lobis-homems all get to New lands. He had outlived his race. have the long, narrow eyes and savage look of He stood like some eternal tree the wolf. She also explained to us that if a That tops remote Yosemite, lobis-homem can murder and drink the blood And cannot fall. He turned his face of a newly-born child the enchantment ceases, Again and contemplated space. and they are lobis-homems no longer." * And what did the priest say ?I asked.

And then he raised his hand to vex * He said,” replied the farmer, " that we

His beard, stood still, and there fell down Tere fools to have any thing to do with a wom

Great drops from some unfrequent spring, an from Tarouca, for it was a nest of witches

And streaked his channeled cheeks so brown, and warlocks."

And ran unchecked, as one who recks “And you are quite sure this girl was a real

Nor joy, nor tears, nor any thing. Lobis-homem?"

And then, his broad breast heaving deep * I never doubted it for a moment. Did I

Like some dark sea in troubled sleep, not see Joana's own eyes in the wolf as he

Blown round with groaning ships and wrecks, turned round when I struck him? How can I

He sudden roused himself, and stood doubt? Besides," said the farmer, after a

With all the strength of his stern mood, pause, “there was the mark of a heavy blow

Then called his men, and bade them go on her right arm-exactly where I struck the

And bring black steeds with bannered necks, Folf. She never accounted for that."

And strong like burly buffalo.

The sassafras took leaf, and men MORGAN OF PANAMA.

Pushed west in hosts, and black men drew

Their black-maned horses silent through IKE blown and snowy, wintry pine,

The solemn woods.

One midnight when Old Morgan stooped his head and passed Within his cabin-door. He cast

The curled moon tipped her horn, and threw

A black oak's shadow slant across
His great arms out without design,

A low mound hid in leaves and moss,
Then leaned o'er Ina; stood beside
A time, then turned and strode the floor,

Old Morgan cautious came and drew
Stopped short, breathed sharp, threw wide the

From out the ground, as from a grave, door,

A great box, iron-bound and old, Then gazed beyond the murky tide.

And filled, men say, with pirates' gold,

And then they, silent as a dream, He took his beard in his hard hand,

In long black shadows crossed the stream. Then slowly shook his grizzled head


elty, passing under the guise of justice, has been much commented on in the papers on both sides of the Atlantic. There seemed to be something peculiarly revolting in the circumstance that a little girl of thirteen, who had plucked a geranium-bud in an alms. house garden, should be sentenced to imprisonment for a fortnight in jail, and for four years longer in a penal institution all too mildly termed “reformatory." But, as a matter of fact, severe sentences such as this are by no means rarely pronounced from the benches occupied by the “unpaid magistracy” of England. Justice, in the hands of the gentlemen who are called upon to admin. ister punishment to petty offenders in the English rural districts, is especially stern with those who in any way invade the sacred rights of "property." Theft or trespass, in their

eyes, is too apt to be regarded as worse than wife-beating or slander, than perjury or murderous assault. Such sentences as that accorded to poor little Sarah Chandler are far from being as uncommon as the conspicuousness of her case would imply. The very same clergyman who sought, in his capacity as a magistrate, to brand her for life as a "jail. bird,” because she plucked a flower, seiltenced, not long ago, a small boy scarcely out of his pinafores to prison for a month, because he scraped the leavings of a discard. ed tobacco-cask, and sold his scraps for a half-penny; and condemned a young servantgirl to six weeks in jail for putting some photographs, which she found in a waste-paper basket in the bouse where she served, into her pocket to show to some friends. Not long ago sixteen fishermen and women, living on the Northumbrian coast, were cast' into jail for a month for picking up mussels on the shore, with which to bait their books. It was an audacious assault upon the property rights of the squire whose estates ran to the water's edge; and the clergymen and squires who administered the law without pay in that region could not let the flagrant defiance of the rights of property pass. In Essex three very reputable and not disorderly lads, aged about sixteen, sallied out for an afternoon walk. In crossing the fields they came to a brook; a grassy knoll on its banks tempted them, and they threw themselves upon it and began to read some books they had brought with them. Suddenly up rode the owner of the field on horseback, and roughly demanded their names. Soon after they had returned home they were taken in charge by a policeman, brought before the magistrates, accused of trespass, and heavily 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 no 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, | 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 de- thing 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 bave 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 philosophy—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 seen

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 venture 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 earnestmess “peace on earth, good-will to men,” they are man has carried his eivilization, it is believed -a 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 1 of " law and love." True earnestness never


eep in


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

against the ridiculous, so there is but a narrow line 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 lung-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

and so you will die of consumption?' Has

he read Dr. Austin Flint's article on the disthat 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?'

No doubt he bas read some 'sure-cure' adverjust this distinction between noise and earn. rights involved in a purchase are limited by

tisement when he says that the disease is open estness, 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 bigh 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. clusively argumentative sermons. Every- bas been sold and bougbt, the price is a

“But it is, unfortunately, not so easily seized body likes spirit, movement, and glow, in

and expurgated; no matter how simple and very important and often conclusive witness

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 re

ported, ninety-and-nine cases go to the grave view of his culture and his temperament, had | bargain. The law of equity is competent in

unreported. So few, indeed, are the cases Do thought of sanctioning the noisy and con- cases of this kind to decide what it is that

cured, that it always raises a doubt in my valsive methods that bere and there are ex. the purchaser has bought. In like manner,

mind when I read of them, whether the physibibited 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 bis 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

we have our ears so nicely educated as to dethos, and now exploiting some sensational ir- the two dollars transferred in such a case

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 bistrionic 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 be criticises was written script; but, once the manuscript is printed of July 17th, I notice some assertions which,

because the writer“ was bard up for a suband pabiished, 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 molast stages of consumption, etc., and then

to find their way into the columns of the Dent 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 pablished, let us assume, which sells for upon him."? It seems to me that he need not

from the writer's personal experience, and in ITO 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 ; simply the pages of printed matter and the ease in its last stages when he applied to the

and from the character of the writer, as well Boston doctor. It certainly must have been bading thereof for such ordinary use as securely fastened when the doctor tapped upon

as from the opportunities he possessed for ar. pertains 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 study? If the purchaser reprints the scribed, and no doubt the few taps which the

lied upon. But the article needs to be read doctor gave, and the few questions asked, were 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

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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 physi.

“ With all their dignity, there is also a have set out many a séance of the Literary cian; be was in the “last stages” when he

great deal of noise, shouting, and chattering. Club, and dined times without number. Even 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 Thaokeray 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

visits England. ideal and fictitious creation, and by the time

Cornelly lights up Soho .phthisis pulmonalis,' with the prognosis the story is finished we are prepared to avow

Square with wax-candles, while highwaymen * death,'” how, then, came this man of mediour belief that such a person never exist

hang in chains upon the gallows in distant cine to tell his patient, “ There is nothing the

dark country-roads. Our young King George Now, the prime condition of success

is a bridegroom, lately crowned, with this powmatter?" Does not our correspondent here- in an historical povel is that it shall translate

dered and lively kingdom to rule, and Charin 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

realistic element, historical fiction is but a its fine panels; but Cecilia can still send for a “ Country Doctor” is right, and the author

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

puffs rise in clouds; bubbles burst. The vast truth. more perfect mastery of literary art than

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. Preëminent among the throngs ISTORICAL fiction seems to possess these are simply delightful · permeated one mighty shade passes on its way. Is it &

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

of light, of human sympathy not unspoken. are extremely few of them who have not us a paragraph, a sentence, or a phrase,

How many of us, still wandering impatient, 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 poble list of what can be regarded as genuine

Are they falling into ruin, those old Ital- Johnson stoops and raises the prostrate form successes in this field. Miss Thackeray has ian churches ? Are the pictures fading from

upon his shoulders, and staggers home to his 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 that the glamour which her literary art enagrass. There is Joseph standing in the shadow

passion of tears, asked for a pencil and paper with folded arms. Is that a bronze

that bles her to throw over us is illusory, and that

to draw something that be longed for and dark, lissome figure lying motionless on the

could not get. The truth of that baby's phithe application of a very few tests suffices to marble 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 al

How many of us must have dreamed of things success, but which somehow failed of reaching tar with sacred lights illumined. Is it only

along the road, sympathies and experiences 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 are piling up their store of fagots. In this realization, no fulfillment alone can bring to her story, and we have only to read the chap

wondrous vision of Italy, when the churchters and paragraphs in which he is intro.

it is the secret, intangible gift that belongs doors open wide, the saints and miracles come 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 thie 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 consti. important rôles 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

In “ Ward or Wife?" (New York: Harcame to take up her abode among us, is like that most respectable of painters, are all de- reading the description of a sort of stately

per & Brothers) we find a story, rather pleasballet 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, tire sentences in eitber the narrative or the is a respectable person in comparison with and, notwithstanding the appearance of sevconversational 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 service. French 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 apeharacters 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 pbrases added ten by a man, it would bave 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, Ma. inane, 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 os that English gentlemen and ladies alter- pates, our condemnation of his heroine, and upward of one hundred and eighty pages, pate 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 wbich he exposes. His band, 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, i 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 i pared to applaud judicious punishment of of single parts of it. The writers accepted as povel; 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

Johnson did him no kind of justice because of as an artist as well as his weakness as a

too little liking for him ; and Scott, with much with precisely this malady. logician. His books are amazingly clever,

heartier liking as well as a generous admiraspirited, 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 fluency. His character- | manly wisdom, it is left to an interior 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 use the same materials to better advantage ample, impress with a rather disagreeable

no reason why Mérimée's “ Letters to a New

Inconnue" should have been published: 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. tan 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." truth, which puzzles us even if it does not consciousness. Mr. DeForest would do better

A library containing thirty thousand vol

umes of foreign works has been established coavince. 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 himself 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 eatertaining, and amiable,” is also a most progressed no further than the alphabet. of books in the public libraries of Europe and incorrigible and heartless Airt, whose only In spite of all defects, however, whether

the United States. If we may believe this persistent motive in life is selfish greed, of structure or of style, “ Playing the Mis

statement, the various public libraries in the

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 bazes ber 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 sabornation 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. four hundred and thirty-five thousand vol

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