BULLER. What's all this! Hang that Drone--confound that Chanter. Burst, thou most unseasonable of Bagpipes! Silence that dreadful Drum! Draw in your Horns magnitude in Verse. In Prose, National understood, gives a deep harmony, so deep History offers itself in parallelism. The and embracing, that none without injury to coincidence is broad and unquestioned; but the whole could be taken away. on closer inspection, differences great and innumerable spring up and unfold themselves, until at last you might almost persuade yourself that the first striking resemblance deceived you, and that the two species lack analogy, so many other kinds does the Species in Verse embosom, and so escaping are the lines of agreement in the instant in which you attempt fixing them. BULLER. Would that Lord Bacon were here! NORTH. And thus we are led to a deeper truth. The Metrical Epos imitates History, without doubt, as Lord Bacon says--it borrows thence its mould, not rigorously, but with exceeding bold and free adaptations, as the Iliad unfolds the Ten Years' War in Seven Weeks. But for the Poet, more than another, ALL IS IN ALL. SEWARD. Sir? SEWARD. Musquetry! cannon! huzza! The enemy are storming the Camp. The Delhis bear down on the Pavilion. The life is in danger. Let us save the King. NORTH. See to it, gentlemen. I await the issue in my Swing-chair. Let the Barbarians but look on me and their weapons will drop. NORTH. What is the Paradise Lost, ulti- fish. Salmo ferox, centre-Pike, radii-Yelmately considered? BULLER. Oh! NORTH. It is, my friends, the arguing in verse of a question in Natural Theology. Whence are Wrong and Pain? Moral and Physical Evil, as we call them, in all their overwhelming extent of complexity sprung? How permitted in the Kingdom of an Allwise and Almighty Love? To this question, concerning the origin of Evil, Milton answers as a Christian Theologian, agreeably to his own understanding of his Religionso justifying the Universal Government of God, and, in particular, his Government of Man. The Poem is, therefore, Theological, Argumentative, Didactic, in Epic Form. Being in the constitution of his soul a Poet, mightiest of the mighty, the intention is hidden in the Form. The Verse has transformed the matter. Now, then, the Paradise Lost is not history told for itself. But this One Truth, in two answering Propositions, that the Will of Man spontaneously consorting with God's Will is Man's Good, spontaneously dissenting, Man's Evil. This is created into an awful and solemn narrative of a Matter exactly adapted, and long since authoritatively told. But this Truth, springing up in the shape of narrative, will now take its own determination into Events of unsurpassed magnitude, now of the tenderest individuality and minuteness; and all is, hence, in keeping-as one power of life springs up on one spot, in oak-tree, moss, and violet, and the difference of stature, thus low-fins, circumference-Weight I should say the tenth of a ton. Call the Manciple. Manciple, you are responsible for the preservation of that Star-fish. The BULLER. Sir, you forget yourself. People must be fed. We are Seven. Twelve are on the troop roll-Nine strangers have sent in their cards-the Gillies are growing upon us—the Camp-followers have doubled the population since morn, and the circumambient Natives are waxing strong. Hunger is in the Camp-but for this supply Famine; Iliacos intra muros PECCATUR et extra; Dods reports that the Boiler is wroth, the furnace at a red heat, Pots and Pans a-simmer; the Culinary Spirit impatient to be at work. In such circumstances, the tenth of a ton is no great matter; but it is better than nothing. The mind of the Manciple may lie at rest, for that Star-fish will never see to-morrow's Sun; and motionless as he looks, he is hastening to the Shades. NORTH. Sir, you forget yourself. There is other animal matter in the world besides Fish. No penury of it in camp. I have here the Manciple's report. "One dozen plucked Earochs-one ditto ditto Ducklings-d. d. d. March Chick-one Bubblyjock-one Side of Mutton-four Necks-Six Sheep-heads, and their complement of Trotters-two Sheep, just slaughtered and yet in wholes-four Lambs ditto-the late Cladich Calf-one small Stot-two lb. 40 Rounds in picklefour Miscellaneous Pies of the First Ordersix Hams; four dozen of Rein-deer Tongues BULLER. Stop. Let that suffice for the meanwhile. -one dozen of Bears' Paws-two Barrels | always adorn for dinner, even when roughing of "it on service; and so, V. and W. do you. These two elderly gentlemen here are seen to most advantage in white neckcloths, and the OLD ONE is never so like himself as in a suit of black velvet. To your tents and toilets. In an hour we meet in the--DEESIde. NORTH. The short shadow-hand on the face of Dial-Cruachan, to my instructed sense, stands at six. You young Oxonians, I know, From the New Monthly Magazine. FRENCH ANTI-SOCIALIST PUBLICATIONS.* AMIDST the bustle of the past elections, the results of which have been to a certain extent favorable to the moderate party, the friends of order were incessant in their labors to serve the cause of humanity and of civilization. If France, it was too truly urged, was threatened with foreign invasion, it would be the duty of every citizen to act in its defense, and to sacrifice everything to the common safety. France, however, is not in such a position. It has nothing to fear from enemies without. The enemy who threatens is in the country itself. In it are the factions and the extreme parties, who have for auxiliaries all the bad passions. Some wish to subject the general interests to their minority; others pretend to change all the conditions of human society, which is worse than the actual devastation of the country. If a village, a town, a province, or even a whole country, was ravaged, sacked, and fired, still nationality would survive. History affords many examples of * Le Socialisme Dévoilé. Simple Discours par Charles Gouraud. Ce qui arriverait, si*** Aux vieux Soldats, &c., &c. Par M. L. Durat Lasalle, Officier en retraite, &c. La Verité. Aux Ouvriers, aux Paysans, aux Soldats. Simples Paroles. Par M. Théodore Muret. Le Club de Village. Par M. Lamarque Plaisance, Membre du Conseil, Général de Lot-et-Garonne. Le Budget de la République Rouge. Les Rouges Jugés par Eux-Mêmes. Les Partageux: Dialogues à la Portée de Tous. Par Wallon. Le Fond des Caurs. essentially hostile to our nature, and we in no way benefit by his authority. God is folly and cowardice, tyranny, and misery. God is at the root of all evil!"-Proudhon, Système des Contradictions Economiques. The wretch, who in his insane delirium and blasphemous ribaldry penned the above, also writes of himself, in a style worthy of an inmate of Bedlam: ficed. But the wonder of the thing is, that such ideas could ever have obtained, could have been allowed to have been propagated, and could, in these our own brave days of far-spreading power and civilization, have gained so many proselytes. That the Socialists attack property, is brated dictum of M. Proudhon's, La proprimore than sufficiently attested by that celeété c'est le vol! La propriété est infame! "I wish to change the whole basis of society; and which has met with a rich and well-deto remove the axis of civilization; to act so that served ridicule. But it is not equally well the world, which has hitherto, under the impul-known that they have attacked the institusion of the Divine will, turned from west to east, shall be now moved by the will of man, and shall turn from east to west. I know that, if the obstacles are great, my means are still greater. I have taken my point of rest in chaos, and I have an idea for a lever. It is with that that the Divine Laborer created the natural world; it is with that that man, the eternal rival of God, shall create the world of industry and of art."-Proudhon, Démonstration du Socialisme. tion of marriage as openly as they have that of property. "Polygamy is the most precious germ of family union." (La Phalange, February, 1849.) It has been just observed, that the inevitable result of the overthrow of existing institutions would be a return to a savage and wandering life; but while some of the Socialists openly acknowledge this, and assume the designation of Etat Errant, others would anticipate such a state of things by what they call Communism. Communism is, according to the received organ of the party— La Commune Sociale for February, 1849"The common appropriation of all movable or immovable property, which shall belong to all; the reunion into one sole national property of all the particular properties, of whatsoever kind; the right exclusively reserved to itself by the state, to rule over production and consumption!" Bleeding, physicking, and, when a little calm, the administration of a sound flogging, are evidently indicated as the treatment necessitated by a political enthusiasm of this stamp. But that which applies to M. Proudhon can scarcely be made to do so to a nation. It would be difficult to convert one of the provinces of France into a colossal Bicêtre or a Charenton. Yet, if the Socialists find, as the election returns demonstrate, among no doubt many pretended partisans, many also really imbued with its doctrines, Can anything be more absurd, more desit is impossible not to feel that a certain, and potic, more impossible? Communism, as a not insignificant portion, of the French thus defined, is a state of the most fearful must be weary of their long-boasted civiliza- bondage and slavery. Individual property, tion. Such persons knowingly and wantonly power, and will are abrogated, and nothing pant for the liberty of the desert, not the is left but the permission to live and to work liberty which acknowledges the control of rea--for the state; that is, for a few political son and right; they aspire to the freedom of empirics and self-appointed rulers. attack, of license, and of spoliation; they The Etat Errant is not the most nuyearn for idleness and for destruction; their merous, but it is the most important subdiideal is a savage life as opposed to the con- vision of the Socialists, and it has the blastrol of civilization; and they would rather phemous Proudhon at its head. Everyturn the world round upon its axis, than not thing that this miscreant has written, from gain their point of hurling society into the the first line of his Démonstration du Socialchaos of barbarism. The doctrines of Jean isme to the last of his Prospectus, has asJacques Rousseau are with them in the as-pired to this abominable result. His last cendant; and there are those who, under the pretense of regenerating industry and art, do firmly believe that a savage and ungodly life is preferable to a forced civiliza tion. That such advocates of barbarism and brutality will ultimately be put down, by force of example, by the pens of the friends of order, or by the sword, there cannot be the least doubt, unless France is to be sacri great attempt to the same effect was to do away with capital and credit, and to nominate in its place a bank of exchange, (Statuts de la Banque du Peuple.) It is only savages, or semi-barbarous nations, who are obliged to have recourse to a system of exchange. Socialism, in fact, tends through Communism to slavery-through the wandering state to brutal degradation. One cannot feel surprised at seeing the friends of order appealing, at a moment of supreme danger, to all classes who may be supposed to be interested in the preservation of society. "France," says M. L. Durat-Lasalle, 66 was always the land of honor and glory; it is especially in the hearts of the veterans, (vieux soldats,) that true patiotism dwells with fervor." This is not Roman, ("The repose of Rome," writes the modern triumvirate, "ought to be that of a lion—as solemn as its roar is terrible ;") but it is essentially French-honor, glory, patriotism, fervor, in one short sentence. The veterans, however, constitute no small portion of a nation so essentially military as France. They are estimated to be at least 2,000,000 in number; out of which 120,000 are pensioned by the State, at an annual expense of 41,750,000 francs. Playing at soldiers is a very expensive game. "The Braves" of the Hotel des Invalides are next appealed to. "Invalides !" apostrophizes M. Durat-Lasalle, "you are the living expression of French honor, glory, and gratitude. The men of disorder, the Vandals of Socialism, will have no success with you; it would be the destruction of that noble edifice founded by order and justice." Next come the members of the Legion d'Honneur. This is an institution eminently national. The Legionaries have a personal interest, added to the motto of the order, Honour and Country,' to expel the enemies of the country from the electoral urn." The Legionaries, it is worth noticing, are 51,253 in number, of whom 19,008 derive pecuniary advanNext come tages from their decoration. the sailors of all kinds; and lastly the gendarmerie, consisting of 17,842 officers and men, distributed in 37,000 communes, (half a gendarme to each district;) and who, from their particular duties, it might have been superfluous to address. The gendarmerie, to use the author's peculiarly Gallic description of its functions, "is order, living and unceasingly moving, night and day, at all hours and in all places.' 66 M. Théodore Muret condescends to address himself to classes inferior to gendarmes and Legionaries-to workmen, peasants, and soldiers. "He is not a nobleman," he announces in bold type; "he is a stranger to the very spirit of the caste of nobility, supposing even that that spirit could exist in the present day!" This is an unnecessary and a very uncalled for sacrifice made to the manes of Radicalism. M. Muret tells the working classes that the height of demo 66 can cracy is already obtained by universal suffrage, and that anything else they would seek for would turn out fallacious. Socialism, or universal association, he denounces, as we have before said, as an arrangement by which the idle and the incapable are to live at the expense of the skillful and the industrious. Organization of labor, and right of labor, he also denounces as sonorous, hollow phrases. "Down with capital! down with the rich!" words of hatred and anger suggested by impostors. So also are the words réactionnaires and aristos, as applied to the friends of order. "What feeling for the poor," M. Muret asks, those partisans have who wrote in the Révolution Démocratique et Sociale, for 22nd of February, 1849? Hospitals! shame to those that built them! Hospitals, poorbouses, help of all description-charity itself, are the great evils of society. In the name of equality I repudiate them, and declare them to be infamous!'" M. Muret observes that it is strange to see the same man who declared property to be theft, attempting to establish a bank! The Anarchists, he also observes, glorify that fatal epoch of which the red cap is the emblem. A worthy period, he says, to be honored. And he extracts from M. Proudhon's Histoire générale et impartiale des Erreurs, des Fautes et des Crimes commis pendant la Révolution, 6 vols., in 8vo., the following instructive table: The statistics of the victims of the revolutions that have occurred since the fall of Louis Philippe would, perhaps, be a not less curious and melancholy document. M. Lamarque Plaisance is another of a respectable class of society who would endeavor, to the best of his powers, to supplant the impious doctrines of modern French reformers by the eternal laws of justice and truth. Living in the country, he says he regrets to perceive that the corruption of the cities is fast spreading over and contaminating the land. Sad prospects for poor France! Too truly does this wor you are not a magistrate nor a priest; and your moustache did not grow in Africa. You are a public speaker, an amuser of the people, a mountebank!” There are some in the provinces, it would appear, who can thy member of a provincial council observe, that the respectable among all parties and classes should unite their efforts to prevent the contagion going farther, and should labor unceasingly at overthrowing these new ideas, which are calculated to disorganize all so-appreciate these self-elected rulers and in ciety. Upon seeing the near approach of the elections," observes the anonymous author of Le Budget de la République Rouge, "the Red Republic hides the blood-red color of its flag, and endeavors to give it a golden hue." This is a resource common to the Radicals of all countries. They always begin by persuading the lower classes that they are going to enrich them, when they only want to obtain riches and power for themselves. By the system of the Red Republicans, corn is to be dear, and bread cheap; wages trebled, and profits augmented at the same time; public expenses increased, and yet taxes diminished. spired legislators at their real value. Le Dix Septembre et le Treize Mai complains that at the last elections the peasantry were obliged to go to the departmental towns to vote, where they were surrounded by ferocious looking personages, who examined their papers by force, and tore up such as did not suit their views. It attributes to the corrupt influence of these commissaries, subcommissaries, delegates of clubs, &c., the re-election of Ledru Rollin and the fall of Cavaignac ; and, hoping for a greater degree of republican liberty at the election of the 13th of May, advocates the cause of Louis Napoleon as that of order. This brochure contains the following amusing newspaper statistics : well. Les Rouges Jugés par Eux-Memes is a publication of a somewhat similar character. Proudhon vituperated by Considérant, Con- It must be acknowledged, and every body adsidérant by Proudhon, Louis Blanc by Proud-mits it, that the Republic has not hitherto worked hon, Ledru Rollin by Raspail, Blanqui by Barbés, Huber by Caussidiere, are admirable. pictures of what the men are among themselves of the feelings by which they are actuated, the language which they are in the habit of using, and of what might be expected of them if they were in power. Les Partageux is like some other brochures of the same class, a portion of a Bibliotheque Anti-Socialiste, edited by M. Wallon, and publishing in the Rue des Grands Augustins. Le Fond des Cœurs, another little publication of the same class, is one of the numerous publications of the Comité de la Rue de Poitiers. Les Partageux is a term applied derisively to the Socialists, who wish to divide everything among everybody. Le Fond des Cœurs appeals, as its title indicates, to the better feelings of the heart—to religion, to the love of parents and relatives, to the family, and to the domestic hearth. Noir et Rouge is a letter from the good people of Beaumont to M. Felix Pyat, who has taken upon himself to address the peasants of France, felicitating them upon the time when their wives will lisp to children those sweet words "liberty, equality, and fraternity!" The letter is at once reasonable, caustic, and true. "By what title," do the worthy couturier Fabre and others ask of M. Felix Pyat, "do you address the peasantry of France? You are neither a landed proprietor, nor a farmer, nor even a laborer; Le Peuple says, that it is because it has had the weakness to maintain so infamous a thing as property, and to respect so infernal a thing as capital. (Le Peuple, it would appear, deals in hard words.) La Revolution Démocratique et Sociale affirms that it is because it did not dare to treat Louis Philippe as the first Republic treated Louis XVI., and to restore purely and simply the Reign of Terror. La Reforme pretends that it is because it did not give uncontrolled power to Ledru Rollin, and replace the money that was fast vanishing, by worthless paper. La Démocratie Pacifique argues that it is because 1600 hectares of land were not given over to M. Considérant, that he might erect thereon, where he and his friends could live at their ease. at the expense of the tax-payers, a great convent, Le National maintains that it is because the editors, writers, and correspondents of the said National are not all ministers, directors general, prefects and sub-prefects, receivers general in particular, or proprietors of post-offices and tobacco licenses. been attacked, capital frightened away, terror adAs for us, we think it is because property has vocated, paper-money recommended, Socialist follies tolerated, and France delivered over to the staff of the National. The Petit Manuel du Paysan Electeur treats of Socialists, Communists, &c., as of a band of adventurers, ruined men, escaped convicts, worthless libertines, and robbers and idlers who wish to live at their ease at |