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tled a question definitely, but at the shoe, on which occasion his jacket was same time is willing to listen politely split up the back in a manner that gave to any crude suggestions that you may him the appearance of an over-ripe have to throw out, Johnny crossed his chestnut bursting out of its bur. How legs, and thrust his hands into those he will fight! But this I can say, — if wonderful trousers-pockets. I turned Johnny is as cruel as Caligula, he is my face aside, for I felt a certain weak- every bit as brave as Agamemnon. I ness creeping into the corners of my never knew him to strike a boy smallmouth. I was lost. In an instant the er than himself. I never knew him to little head, covered all over with yel tell a lie when a lie would save him low curls, was laid upon my knee, and from disaster. Johnny was crying, “I'm so very, very At present the General, as I somesorry!”

times call him, is in hospital. He I have said that Johnny is the terror was seriously wounded at the battle of of the neighborhood. I think I have The Little Go-Cart, on the oth instant. not done the young gentleman an injus- On returning from my office yesterday tice. If there is a window broken with- evening, I found that scarred veteran in the radius of two miles from our stretched upon a sofa in the sittinghouse, Johnny's ball, or a stone known room, with a patch of brown paper to come from his dexterous hand, is al- stuck over his left eye, and a convictmost certain to be found in the battered ing smell of vinegar about him. premises. I never hear the musical “ Yes," said his mother, dolefully, jingling of splintered glass, but my “ Johnny 's been fighting again. That porte-monnaie gives a convulsive throb horrid Barnabee boy (who is eight years in my breast-pocket. There is not a old, if he is a day) won't let the child doorstep in our street that has n't borne alone.” evidences in red chalk of his artistic “Well,” said I, “I hope Johnny ability; there is n't a bell that he has n’t gave that Barnabee boy a thrashing." rung and run away from at least three “Did n't I, though ? " cries Johnny, hundred times. Scarcely a day passes from the sofa. “I bet !but he falls out of something, or over “ O Johnny!" says his mother. something, or into something. A lad- Now, several days previous to this, I der running up to the dizzy roof of an had addressed the General in the folunfinished building is no more to be lowing terms: resisted by him than the back platform “ Johnny, if I ever catch you in anof a horse-car, when the conductor is other fight of your own seeking, I shall collecting his fare in front.

cane you." I should not like to enumerate the In consequence of this declaration, it battles that Johnny has fought during became my duty to look into the circumthe past eight months. It is a physical stances of the present affair, which will impossibility, I should judge, for him be known in history as the battle of The to refuse a challenge. He picks his Little Go-Cart. After going over the enemies out of all ranks of society. He ground very carefully, I found the folhas fought the ash-man's boy, the gro- lowing to be the state of the case. cer's boy, the rich boys over the way, It seems that the Barnabee Boyand any number of miscellaneous boys I speak of him as if he were the Beniwho chanced to stray into our street. cia Boy -- is the oldest pupil in the

I can't say that this young desperado Primary Military School (I think it is always victorious. I have known the must be a military school) of which tip of his nose to be in a state of un- Johnny is a recent member This pleasant redness for weeks together. Barnabee, having whipped every one I have known him to come home fre- of his companions, was sighing for new quently with no brim to his hat; once boys to conquer, when Johnny joined he presented himself with only one the institution. He at once made Sometimes the temptation to seize him could read him as cleverly as he reads and shake him was too strong for poor me. He knows all my weak points; human nature. But I always regretted he sees right through me, and makes it afterwards. When I saw hint asleep me feel that I am a helpless infant in in his tiny bed, with one tear dried on his adroit hands. He has an argumenthis plump velvety cheek and two little ative, oracular air, when things have mice-teeth visible through the parted gone wrong, which always upsets my lips, I could n't help thinking what a dignity. Yet how cunningly he uses little bit of a fellow he was, with his his power! It is only in the last exfunny little fingers and his funny little tremity that he crosses his legs, puts nails; and it did n't seem to me that his hands into his trousers-pockets, and he was the sort of person to be pitched argues the case with me. One day last into by a great strong man like me. week he was very near coming to grief.

“When Johnny grows older," I used By my directions, kindling-wood and to say to his mother, “I'll reason with coal are placed every morning in the him."

library grate, in order that I may have Now I don't know when Johnny will a fire the moment I return at night. grow old enough to be reasoned with. Master Johnny must needs apply a When I reflect how hard it is to reason lighted match to this arrangement early with wise grown-up people, if they hap- in the forenoon. The fire was not dispen to be unwilling to accept your view covered until the blower was one mass of matters, I am inclined to be very of red-hot iron, and the wooden mantelpatient with Johnny, whose experience piece was smoking with the intense is rather limited, after all, though he is heat. six years and a half old, and naturally when I came home, Johnny was led wants to know why and wherefore. from the store-room, where he had been Somebody says something about the imprisoned from an early period, and duty of “blind obedience.” I can't where he had employed himself in expect Johnny to have more wisdom eating about two dollars' worth of prethan Solomon, and to be more philo- served pears. sophic than the philosophers.

" Johnny,” said I, in as severe a tone At times, indeed, I have been led to as one could use in addressing a person expect this from him. He has shown whose forehead glistened with syrup,a depth of mind that warranted me "Johnny, don't you remember that I in looking for anything. At times he have always told you never to meddle seems as if he were a hundred years with matches ?” old. He has a quaint, bird-like way It was something delicious to see of cocking his head on one side, and Johony trying to remember. He cast asking a question that appears to be one eye meditatively up to the ceiling, the result of years of study. If I could then be fixed it abstractedly on the answer some of those questions, I canary-bird, then he rubbed his ruffled should solve the darkest mysteries of brows with a sticky hand; but really, life and death. His inquiries, however, for the life of him, he could n't recall generally have a grotesque flavor. One any injunctions concerning matches. night, when the mosquitoes were mak- "I can't, papa, truly, truly," said ing lively raids on his person, he ap- Johnny at length. “I guess I must pealed to me, suddenly: “How does have forgot it.” the moon feel when a skeeter bites it?” “Well, Johnny, in order that you To his meditative mind, the broad, may not forget it in future " smooth surface of the moon presented Here Johnny was seized with an idea. a temptation not to be resisted by any He interrupted me. stray skeeter.

"I'll tell you what you do, papa, — I freely confess that Johnny is now you just put it down in writin'." and then too much for me. I wish I With the air of a man who has settled a question definitely, but at the shoe, on which occasion his jacket was same time is willing to listen politely split up the back in a manner that gave to any crude suggestions that you may him the appearance of an over-ripe have to throw out, Johnny crossed his chestnut bursting out of its bur. How legs, and thrust his hands into those he will fight! But this I can say, - if wonderful trousers-pockets. I turned Johnny is as cruel as Caligula, he is my face aside, for I felt a certain weak- every bit as brave as Agamemnon. I ness creeping into the corners of my never knew him to strike a boy smallmouth. I was lost. In an instant the er than himself. I never knew him to little head, covered all over with yel. tell a lie when a lie would save him low curls, was laid upon my knee, and from disaster. Johnny was crying, “I'm so very, very At present the General, as I somesorry!”

times call him, is in hospital. He I have said that Johnny is the terror was seriously wounded at the battle of of the neighborhood. I think I have The Little Go-Cart, on the 9th instant. not done the young gentleman an injus. On returning from my office yesterday tice. If there is a window broken with- evening, I found that scarred veteran in the radius of two miles from our stretched upon a sofa in the sittinghouse, Johnny's ball, or a stone known room, with a patch of brown paper to come from his dexterous hand, is al- stuck over his left eye, and a convictmost certain to be found in the battered ing smell of vinegar about him. premises. I never hear the musical “ Yes," said his mother, dolefully, jingling of splintered glass, but my “ Johnny 's been fighting again. That porte-monnaie gives a convulsive throb horrid Barnabee boy (who is eight years in my breast-pocket. There is not a old, if he is a day) won't let the child doorstep in our street that has n't borne alone." evidences in red chalk of his artistic “Well,” said I, “I hope Johnny ability; there is n't a bell that he has n’t gave that Barnabee boy a thrashing." rung and run away from at least three “Did n't I, though ?” cries Johnny, hundred times. Scarcely a day passes from the sofa. “ I bet !” but he falls out of something, or over “O Johnny !” says his mother. . something, or into something. A lad- Now, several days previous to this, I der running up to the dizzy roof of an had addressed the General in the folunfinished building is no more to be lowing terms: resisted by him than the back platform “Johnny, if I ever catch you in anof a horse-car, when the conductor is other fight of your own seeking, I shall collecting his fare in front.

cane you." I should not like to enumerate the In consequence of this declaration, it battles that Johony has fought during became my duty to look into the circumthe past eight months. It is a physical stances of the present affair, which will impossibility, I should judge, for him be known in history as the battle of The to refuse a challenge. He picks his Little Go-Cart. After going over the enemies out of all ranks of society. He ground very carefully, I found the folhas fought the ash-man's boy, the gro- lowing to be the state of the case. cer's boy, the rich boys over the way, It seems that the Barnabee Boyand any number of miscellaneous boys I speak of him as if he were the Beniwho chanced to stray into our street. cia Boy - is the oldest pupil in the

I can't say that this young desperado Primary Military School (I think it is always victorious. I have known the must be a military school) of which tip of his nose to be in a state of un- Johnny is a recent member This pleasant redness for weeks together. Barnabee, having whipped every one I have known him to come home fre- of his companions, was sighing for new quently with no brim to his hat; once boys to conquer, when Johnny joined be presented himself with only one the institution. He at once made friendly overtures of battle to Johnny, Now I do not intend to describe who, oddly enough, seemed indisposed the details of this brilliant action, for to encourage his advances. Then Bar- the sufficient reason that, though there nabee began a series of petty persecu- were seven young gentlemen (connecttions, which had continued up to the ed with the Primary School) on the day of the fight.

field as war correspondents, their acOn the morning of that eventful day counts of the engagement are so conthe Barnabee Boy appeared in the tradictory as to be utterly worthless. school-yard with a small go-cart. After On one point they all agree, – that the running down on Johnny several times contest was sharp, short, and decisive. with this useful vehicle, he captured The truth is, the General is a quick, Johnny's cap, filled it with sand, and wiry, experienced old hero ; and it did dragged it up and down the yard tri- n't take him long to rout the Barnabee umphantly in the go-cart. This made Boy, who was in reality a coward, as the General very angry, of course, and all bullies and tyrants ever have been, he took an early opportunity of kicking and always will be over the triumphal car, in doing which I don't approve of boys fighting ; I he kicked one of the wheels so far into don't defend Johnny; but if the Genspace that it has not been seen since. eral wants an extra ration or two of

This brought matters to a crisis. The preserved pear, he shall have it! battle would have taken place then and there ; but at that moment the school. I am well aware that, socially speakbell rang, and the gladiators were ing, Johnny is a Black Sheep. I know obliged to give their attention to Smith's that I have brought him up badly, and Speller. But a gloom hung over the that there is not an unmarried man morning's exercises, - a gloom that or woman in the United States who was not dispelled in the back row, when would n't have brought him up very the Barnabee Boy stealthily held up to differently. It's a great pity that the Johnny's vision a slate, whereon was only people who know how to manage inscribed this fearful message:

children never have any! At the same time, Johnny is not a black sheep all over. He has some white spots. His sins —if wiser folks had no greater ! - are the result of too much animal

life. They belong to his evanescent ✓ound Lo

youth, and will pass away ; but his

honesty, his generosity, his bravery, ch you

belong to his character, and are enduring qualities. The quickly crowding years will tame him. A good large

pane of glass, or a seductive bell-knob, Johnny got it “put down in writin'” ceases in time to have attractions for this time !

the most reckless spirit. And I am After a hasty glance at the slate, the quite confident that Johnny will be a General went on with his studies com- great statesman, or a valorous soldier, posedly enough. Eleven o'clock came, or, at all events, a good citizen, after and with it came recess, and with re- he has got over being A Young Descess the inevitable battle.

perado.

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REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.

The First Canticle [Inferno) of the Divine

Comedy of DANTE ALIGHIERI. Translated by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS. Boston : De Vries, Ibarra, and Company.

WHILE we must own that we have no sympathy with the theory of free translation, we recognize the manifold merits of execution in this work, and accept it as one which, together with Mr. Longfellow's version of the whole of Dante's Divina Commedia, and Mr. Norton's translation of the Vita Nuova, will make the present year memorable in our literature. It does not necessarily stand in antagonism to works executed in a spirit entirely different, and we shall make no comparison of it with the “Inferno" by Mr. Longfellow, the admirers of which will be among the first to feel its characteristic and very striking excel. lences.

In substituting the decasyllabic quatrain for the triple rhyme of the Italian, we suppose Dr. Parsons desired rather to please the reader's ear with a familiar stanza, than to avoid the difficulties (exaggerated, we think, by critics) of the terza rima, and he could certainly have chosen no more felicitous form after once departing from that of his original. He has almost re-created the stanza for his purpose, giving it new movement, and successfully adapting to the exigencies of dialogue and of narrative what has hitherto chiefly been associated with elegiac and didactic poetry. Something of this may be seen in the following passages (from the description of the transit through the frozen circle of Caina), which moreover appear to us among the best sustained of the version.

There, as I shivered in the eternal chill,

Trampling among the heads, it happed, by luck, Or destiny - or, it may be, my will —

Hard in the face of one my foot I struck. Weeping he cried, “What brings thee bruising us?

Unless on me fresh vengeance thou wouldst pile For Mont' Aperti, why torment me thus'

And I : ‘My Master, wait for me awhile,
That I through him may set one doubt at rest;

Then, if thou bid me hasten on, I will.'
My leader stopped ; and I the shade addressed

kept full bitterly blaspheming still, 'Say, who art thou whose tongue so foully speaks?'

"Nay, wly art thou that walk'st the withering air Of Ante jora, smiting others' cheeks That, v ert thou living, 't were too much to bear?' Living I am; and thou, if craving fame, Mayst count it precious,' - this was my reply, — "That I with other notes record thy name.'

He answered thus : 'Far other wish have I.
Trouble me now no longer, - get thee gone :

Thine is cold flattery in this waste of Hell.'
At this his hindmost hairs I fastened on,

And cried, “Thy name ! I'll force thee now to tell,
Or not one hair upon thy head shall grow.'
He answered thus : ‘Although thou pluck me

bare, I'll neither tell my name, nor visage show ; Nay, though a thousand times thou rend my hair.'

“I held his tresses in my fingers wound,

And more than one tuft had I twitched away
As he, with eyes bent down, howled like a

hound;
When one cried out, What ails thee, Bocca ?

say, Canst thou not make enough clack with thy jaws, But thou must bark too? What fiend pricks

thee now?'
* Aha!' said I, 'henceforth I have no cause

To bid thee speak, thou cursed traitor thou ! I'll shame thee, bearing truth of thee to men.' "Away!'he answered: what thou wilt, re

late;
But, shouldst thou get from hence with breath

again,
Mention him too so ready with his prate."

“And as a frog squats croaking from a streann,

With nose put forth, what time the village maid
Oft in her slumber doth of gleaning dream,

Stood in the ice there every doleful shade.
Livid as far as where shame paints the cheek,

And doomed their faces downward still to hold,
Chattering like storks, their weeping eyes be-

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Their aching hearts, their mouths the biting cold." A thousand visages I saw, by cold Turned to dog-faces; horror chills me through Whenever of those frozen fords I think. And as we nearer to the centre drew, Towards which all bodies by their weight must

sink,

O Tuscan ! thou who com'st with gentle speech, Through Hell's hot city, breathing from the

earth, Stop in this place one moment, I beseech :

Thy tongue betrays the country of thy birth. Of that illustrious land I know thee sprung,

Which in my day perchance I somewhat vexed.' Forth from one vault these sudden accents rung, So that I trembling stood with fear perplexed. Then as I closer to my master drew,

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