Oldalképek
PDF
ePub

St. Paul's.

I knees with her head bent forward on the placing it on one side, continued her hopeless

ground. Before, however, I had time to plunge Hight. But I was now close on her, and having the knife into her back, she rose unexpectedly become desperate with heat and fever, I sprang and inade off with a staggering pace, but only on her downwards, risking all, and thrust the to fall prostrate a gunshot farther on. I now knife into her heart. Ah, la pauvre bête ! considered there was no danger, and going up to mais je lui aurais fait grâce," said Henri Jesson, the animal, I prepared with confidence to end the one of the guests, who felt compassion for the adventure. It was here I learnt that lesson of poor sow, so tender for a helpless being, even in which I have since realised the importance on the trying moment of her own extremity. “Et many an occasion — namely, to distrust the ap-, moi, Messieurs,” replied the Count, "qui avais pearances of exhaustion in powerful and dan- perdu deux dents !” And with this the Count gerous animals. On bending over this appar- raised his upper lip, and exhibited the vacant ently dead sow, to ascertain the precise wherea- space once occupied by two front teeth, knocked bouts of her mortal wound, she started up sud- out in his collision with the gentle sow. denly, and dealing me with her head a blow on the mouth that sent me reeling, she bolted oif full gallop and left me unconscious on the

HERALDIC ANIMALS. — Among the wild aniground. On reco

ecovering the shock, which was mals are elephants, lions, tigers, wolves, bears, å most severe one, I perceived the sow had again antelopes, stags, lynxes, porcupines, foxes, and relaxed in her pace, and I rushed after her wild boars, not to mention hogs and pigs and breathing rage and vengeance. Fortunately, a

piglings innumerable, long-tailed, short-tailed, team of bullocks had passed in the interval, and and curly-tailed. Concerning all these denizens diverted her from the marshes — where I should of the forest, the most remarkable thing is the assuredly have lost her --and at the same time a unanimity that reigns among them in regard 10 sliepherd and his dog had intercepted her return to the cover. She had consequently struck di- with an occasional exception in favour of the

one particular matter; what I mean is, thai, rectly into the high road, which was indeed her pigs and piglings, one and all of them stand on only alternative, unless she had faced round in their hind legs. Whatever else they do, they are detiance of my drawn and shining knife. I had sure to do that; with their fore feet and paws no time to reload, for though the sow ran limp- they may push against some shield or hatchmen, ing, her pace was rapid enough to try my ut- they may grasp as best they can a daydir or a most wind, and I was compelled at last to drop battle-axe, or flourish their tails aloft ani capul my piece in order to run more lightly. After their nostrils as if eager for the fight; but under soine twenty minutes of this exercise, a party of any circumstances they decline to settle (lowti (9 field labourers appronched in the opposite direc- all fours, so that I am forced to conclude that the tion, and the sow turned off immediately into the position which is natural to their congeners is open fallows. Here my strength began to fail, foreign to them. With regard to some of them but I still held on, encouraged by the sight on there are certain cabalistic expressionis 0821 one side of some horses feeding, and, on the other, which it is possible, if one could get at their sieof a straw cottage. These objects seemed to pre- nification, would throw some light on their his vent the sow from diverging, and I was able to tory. Thus, concerning a leopard with mots keep her in view for a long distance ahead. She his body as big as pancakes, it is gravely statel had now decidedly the best of it, I being reduced that he is “ countercompony of the first and or to a walking pace and she being out of sight. ond.” If the reader can solve the mystery iDPres ntly, however, I saw her running back to- volved in that expression he is a much cleverer wards me, having been turned, I presume, hy fellow than I am. Again, a porcupine puuetisome object which I was too distant to perceive. ting, who has had his quills combed dit I thought it was her intention to attack me, in- smooth and sleek, is described as " stead of which she turned off obliquely and fol. eight,” which expression is also to ersteviks lowed an open cartway leading to the entrance of my powers of penetration. A lion who seemne ** a large firm. Here she began to run more stånd ill at ease, as though on one lez rather fuintly, and I gained upon her sensibly. She than two, presents an enigwa somewhat less then stopped for an instant, but seemed immedi- ficult; concerning him it is said, “ lions 2 ately to recover her strength and proceeded to erased in bend within a boudure," by was! limp on with fresh courage. Another moment understand some accident or other to the sibrought her to the farm-yard, into which she ran mal's leg; gamb means leg, of course, ani le without hesitation and i followed close behind erasure, which must be an injury of some kios. her. A pathway through the farm led to low may have been consequent on the brute's het ground visible from the entrance. Into this put his foot into chancery somehow or otyrt. 5 pathway the sow struck forthwith, and you will seems to me to be intimated by the term "wita; imagine my horror on perceiving right before her a boudure." In the case of one of the lease! on the ground an infant of tender years, sitting find the expressions made use of to dessa be bus. heedless of all peril, alone at play. The sow ran or it may be something belonging to him, s* straight at the child, and I closed my eyes in pain " a bend cotised sa,” the purport and

Mariehamn as already in finey I saw it dashed into the air, of which, I am sorry to say, I am not lv 713<* or killed and mangled on the spot. Not so, gen- enough to discover. tlemen. She took it up most gently, and softly i

Leisure Hout

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

No. 1281. - December 19, 1868.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

.

[ocr errors]

CONTENTS.
1. MEMOIR OF Hugh ELLIOT. By the Countess of Minto, Quarterly Review, .
2. Phineas Finn. Part XIV. By Anthony Trollope, Saint Paul's, .
3. THE COUNTRY-HOUSE ON THE RHINE. Part V. By

Berthold Auerbach. Translated from the German
for the “ Living Age,”

Die Presse, 4. MAXIMILIAN,

Spectator, 5. BUONAPARTE THE HAPPY,

All the Year Round, 6. Sir John FALSTAFF,

Spectator, 7. WORDS OF COMFORT,

London Review, 8. Hans BREITMANN'S PARTY,

London Review, 9. THE SWEDISH ARCTIC EXPEDITION,

Daily News, 10. EARTHQUAKES AND ENGLISH CHARACTER,

Spectator, 11. THE INDIANS OF GUIANA,

Spectator, 12. COMMODORE VANDERBILT AND THE

N. Y. Evening Post,

[ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

743 751 753 756 758 760 761 763 765 767

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

WAR,

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

NEW BOOKS : DOCTOR JACOB. By M. Betham Edwards. Boston : Roberts Brothers. HAPPY THOUGHTS. By F. C. Burnand. Boston : Roberts Brothers. THE POETICAL WRITINGS OF FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, with Extracts from those of

Joseph Rodman Drake. Edited by James Grant Wilson. New York: D. Appleton & Co.

PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY

LIT TELL & GAY, BOSTON.

66

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

32

[ocr errors]

TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. For Eight DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will be punctually for. warded for a year, free of postage. But we do not prepay postage on less than a year, nor where we have to pay commission for forwarding the money.

Price of the First Series, in Cloth, 35 volumes, 90 dollars.
Second “

20

50 Third

80 The Complete Work,

96

240 Any Volume Bound, 3 dollars ; Unbound, 2 dollars. The sets, or volumes, will be sent at the expense of the publishers.

PREMIUMS FOR CLUBS. For 5 new subscribers ($40.), a sixth copy; or a set of HORNE'S INTRODUCTION TO THE BIBLE, unabridged, in 4 large volumes, cloth, price $10 ; or any 5 of the back volumes of the LIVING AGE, in numbers, price $10.

66

“ALWAYS WITH US."

Forgave her sin, and changed her lot, Oh, Charity, of virtues first

And raised her up, and bade her go Oh, holy prompting of the heart,

In peace, and taught us all below That bids us choose the better part,

A lesson we have nigh forgot. But most in Heaven's mercy trust !

And, “ always with us,” still we find For mercy every night we pray;

These ever-present at our side, We daily ask that Heaven's decree

Yet from our hearts the truth we hide, May lightly fall on us, as we

That we and they are Christian-kind. Our duty to our fellows pay.

Ah, that His light would shine again, But in our daily life we see

To show us where our duty lies, Great Sin that stalks around us still,

And wake compassion in our days And yet we show nor way nor will

Like that which shone from His at Nain! To prove our Christian charity.

Churchman's Family Magazine. Shall fellow-creatures fall away, And we put forth no hand to save

THE PROUDEST LADY. From death, and death beyond the grave,

THE Queen is proud on her throne, God's images in kindred clay?

And proud are her maids so fine, Like Cain, we ask that question still — But the proudest lady that ever was known,

“ Our brother's keeper how are we?Is a little lady of mine. And though we murder not as he,

And oh ! she flouts me, she flouts me ! Our Abels by neglect we kill.

And spurns, and scorns, and scouts me! The City's alleys, foul and damp,

Though I drop on my knee and sue for grace, Show sights to give the angels awe,

And beg and beseech with the saddest face, Sad rebels 'gainst the Christian law,

Still ever the same she doubts me. Defacements of the Almighty stamp !

She is seven by the calendar, These are our sisters on the earth,

A lily's almost as tall; Our sisters in the world to come;

But ah ! this little lady's by far Yet our fraternal hearts are dumb,

The proudest lady of all. And feel no pulse of foster-birth.

It's her sport and pleasure to flout me!

To spurn, and scorn, and scout me! We shrug our shoulders when we meet,

But ab ! I've a notion it's nought but play, Our garments gather lest we touch;

And that, say what she will and feign what she We will not own that any such

may, Are more than dust below our feet.

She can't well do without me. We mutter in 'side-whispered talk,

When she rides on her nag, away, “ How dreadful is this City's sin !” We-in our wealth of warmth within;

By park, and road, and river,

In a little hat, so jaunty and gay, They — pacing wearily the walk,

Oh ! then she's prouder than ever! With awful eyes, and hungry glare,

And oh ! what faces, what faces ! Still seeking what they may devour, What petulant, pert grimaces ! With more of horror in an hour

Why, the very pony prances and winks, Than we in half a life could bear.

And tosses his head, and plainly thinks Whose is the greater sin, – or ours,

He may ape her airs and graces. Or theirs? We are not tried as they, But at times like a pleasant tune, Whose living deaths from day to day

A sweeter mood o'ertakes her; Make torture of those even hours,

Oh ! then she's sunny as skies of June, Which gracious Heaven permits to glide

And all her pride forsakes her. In quiet comfort o'er our heads,

Oh ! she dances around me so fairly ! Who, sleeping soft in downy beds,

Oh ! her laugh rings out so rarely! Regard our easy lot with pride;

Oh ! she coaxes, and nestles, and purrs, and

pries, As if ourselves that lot had made,

In my puzzled face with her two great eyes, Had gained it by our proper skill,

And owns she loves me dearly.
And Heaven had merely to fulfil
The claims consistent with our grade. Ay, the Queen is proud on her throne,
As if, assured of granted grace,

And proud are her maids so fine;
We knew our sins already shriven;

But the proudest lady that ever was known,

Is this little lady of mine.
And, holding heritage in Heaven,
But waited to assume our place.

Good lack ! she flouts me, she flouts me!

She spurns, and scorns, and scouts me! Christians of course, but all our years But ah! I've a notion it's nought but play, Forgetful of our Suviour's law,

And that, say what she will and think what she Who, when the Magdalen He saw

may, Washing His feet with bitter tears,

i She can't well do without me.

we

seen

From The Quarterly Review, that the day would come when I should be A Memoir of the Right Hon. Hugh Elliot. obliged to mix diplomacy with every action of

By the Countess of Minto. Edinburgh, my life? There were moments when, dismissing 1868.

the anxieties caused me by these trickeries, We should be sorry to chill the hopes I burst out laughing to think that I was director cloud the prospects of a distinguished ing the most important interests in concert with and popular class of public servants, but foreign ambassadors and ministers. Behold me

surrounded by the Pope's Nuncio, Monseignor are afraid that diplomacy has its best days; and that if steam, elec

Giraud, Archbishop of Damas; the Count of

Marcy Argenteau, Austrian Ambassador ; the tricity, and responsible government have English Ambassador, Viscount Stormont ; M. not proved its ruin, they are rapidly ac- de Monecnigo ; and all the other great and petty celerating its decline. An ambassador at a members of the diplomatic body. How sly I corrupt or despotic Court, several days'.or was with that Moncenigo, who was sly in everyweeks' journey from his own country, had thing. How reserved I was with Lord Storample scope for the display of tact, insight mont, who phlegmatically tried to win me over into character, knowledge of affairs, and to the interests of England. He was eternally even statesmanship. He had to deal with hanging about me. I could not guess the reafavourites, as well as with ministers of state. son of his tiresome assiduity. At last, one fine He had to humour caprices, and watch for day, he told me that his Court desired to give happy moments - the mollia tempora fandi me proofs of its good-will, that it contemplated

as well as to draw up prototols or dic-offering me an annual present worthy of it tate despatches. Instead of telegraphing tone, “ the woman whom the King of France

and me. “My Lord," I replied, in a severe for instructions, he was obliged to act upon honours with his friendship is rich enough to his own judgment and responsibility on the make presents, and esteems herself sufficiently spur of the occasion, when haply the fate

to receive none !", of kingdoms depended on the success or failure of an intrigue. It was a mistress, A pupil in the Chesterfield school would Madame de Pompadour, irritated by some have avoided such a blunder, and this was contemptuous expressions imprudently let the school in which the most renowned didrop by Frederic the Great, that induced plomatists of the eighteenth century were France to join the combination against him brought up. The Prince de Broglie, who in the Seven Years' War; and many simi- dates (and, we think, a little antedates) the lar instances might be adduced in favour of subversive change in diplomacy from the Voltaire's well-known theory of causation French Revolution, speaks thus of its proin history — that great events are brought fessors or practitioners prior to 1789: about by small things. When empires were

• Their memory was a gallery of living porruled by loose or capricious women, there traits, and their conversation, studded over with were no bounds to the influence which an the most august names, but marked by a disaccomplished and quick-witted man of the creet malignity, resembled that which is often world might exercise; and prior to the carried on in the vestibule about the habitués of French Revolution a Court or Government the château. There is nothing offensive in such controlled by reason, or anything that could a comparison. During a régime under which be called policy, was rather the exception kings represented the entire State, faithful dothan the rule. • Many men, in all nations, mestic service without meanness was a natural long for peace,' says Carlyle, speaking of form of patriotism. A large portion of their 1759 ; . but there are Three Women at the wandering lives was also spent in the pursuit of top of the world who do not: their wrath, sensuality and elegance, in sumptuous fêtes, various in quality, is great in quantity, and where they were hosts and guests by turns, disasters do the reverse of appeasing.' wherever they pitched their tents. They gave These three women were Elizabeth of Rus- the signal for pleasure. Strange pastime, it will sia, Maria Theresa, and Madame Pompa- nations. But this judgment would be as super

be said, for the depositaries of the destinies of dour.

ficial as pedantic ; for if their policy was frivo* Ah, my friend ! [writes Madame du Barri] lous, their frivolity was still oftener political who would have told me in my fifteenth year These diversions were but an occasion for en.

“ ALWAYS WITH US."

Forgave her sin, and changed her lot, Ou, Charity, of virtues first

And raised her up, and bade her go Oh, holy prompting of the heart,

In peace, and taught us all below That bids us choose the better part,

A lesson we have nigh forgot. But most in Heaven's mercy trust!

And, always with us,” still we find For mercy every night we pray;

These ever-present at our side, We daily ask that Heaven's decree

Yet from our hearts the truth we hide, May lightly fall on us, as we

That we and they are Christian-kind. Our duty to our fellows pay.

Ah, that His light would shine again, But in our daily life we see

To show us where our duty lies, Great Sin that stalks around us still,

And wake compassion in our days And yet we show nor way nor will

Like that which shone from His at Nain !
To prove our Christian charity.

Churchman's Family Magazine.
Shall fellow-creatures fall away,
And we put forth no hand to save

THE PROUDEST LADY.
From death, and death beyond the grave,

THE Queen is proud on her throne, God's images in kindred clay?

And proud are her maids so fine, Like Cain, we ask that question still — But the proudest lady that ever was known, “ Our brother's keeper how are we?

Is a little lady of mine. And though we murder not as he,

And oh ! she flouts me, she flouts me ! Our Abels by neglect we kill.

And spurns, and scorns, and scouts me ! The City's alleys, foul and damp,

Though I drop on my knee and sue for grace, Show sights to give the angels awe,

And beg and beseech with the saddest face,

Still ever the same she doubts me.
Sad rebels 'gainst the Christian law,
Defacements of the Almighty stamp !

She is seven by the calendar,
These are our sisters on the earth,

A lily's almost as tall; Our sisters in the world to come;

But ah ! this little lady's by far Yet our fraternal hearts are dumb,

The proudest lady of all. And feel no pulse of foster-birth.

It's her sport and pleasure to flout me!

To spurn, and scorn, and scout me! We shrug our shoulders when we meet,

But ab ! I've a notion it's nought but play, Our garments gather lest we touch;

And that, say what she will and feign what she We will not own that any such

may, Are more than dust below our feet.

She can't well do without me. We mutter in 'side-whispered talk,

When she rides on her nag, away, “ How dreadful is this City's sin !" We- in our wealth of warmth within;

By park, and road, and river,

In a little hat, so jaunty and gay, They — pacing wearily the walk,

Oh! then she's prouder than ever ! With awful eyes, and hungry glare,

And oh ! what faces, what faces ! Still seeking what they may devour, What petulant, pert grimaces ! With more of horror in an hour

Why, the very pony prances and winks, Than we in half a life could bear.

And tosses his head, and plainly thinks Whose is the greater sin,

He may ape her airs and graces.

or ours, Or theirs? We are not tried as they, But at times like a pleasant tune, Whose living deaths from day to day

A sweeter mood o'ertakes her; Make torture of those even hours,

Oh ! then she's sunny as skies of June, Which gracious Heaven permits to glide

And all her pride forsakes her. In quiet comfort o'er our heads,

Oh ! she dances around me so fairly ! Who, sleeping soft in downy beds,

Oh ! her laugh rings out so rarely ! Regard our easy lot with pride;

Oh! she coaxes, and nestles, and purrs, and

pries, As if ourselves that lot had made,

In my puzzled face with her two great eyes,
Had gained it by our proper skill,

And owns she loves me dearly.
And Heaven had merely to fulfil
The claims consistent with our grade.

Ay, the Queen is proud on her throne,
As if, assured of granted grace,

And proud are her maids so fine; We knew onr sins already shriven;

But the proudest lady that ever was known,

Is this little lady of mine. And, holding heritage in Heaven,

Good lack ! she flouts me, she flouts me! But waited to assume our place.

She spurns, and scorns, and scouts me! Christians of course, but all our years But ah! I've a notion it's nought but play, Forgetful of our Sıviour's law,

And that, say what she will and think what she Who, when the Magdalen He saw

may, Washing His feet with bitter tears,

1 She can't well do without me.

[ocr errors][ocr errors]
« ElőzőTovább »