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turned out upon an unfamiliar shore, fects of manner, and whose mind although weak, ignorant, and bewildered, after the acute is in all essentials, and especially in delusions of their start and the weariness its capacity of affectionate respect, innoof their voyage, and finding that life de-cently childlike, and has dubbed this impends upon hard work, skill, and courage, aginary being the "native" of India. The as much on the other side of the Atlantic Anglo-Indian, who knows that the natives as on this. Still there are exceptions; and vary in character as much as English men, we cannot doubt that some classes of the but are for the most part as subtle as poor would find an easier living in the new Greeks, as callous as Spaniards, as tenacountry than in the old. However, we cious as Corsicans, and as satirical as cannot linger further on this gentle and Parisians, fiuds the English fancy so ridicu subdued, but most interesting, picture of lous, that he has with the assistance of the work of a young man, as thoroughly Nana Sahib and the Cawnpore story almeriting the old and somewhat hackneyed most succeeded in preventing his countrybut noble title of Patriot as any Roman of men from descanting on their ideal; but them all. The courage which enabled him the old belief still lingers in the majority to make such a sacrifice, and the patience of English minds, and at last it has found with which he conducted his work, are in an unexpected quarter a kind of justialike lessons which it would do us all good fication. There really was once a mild to learn all the more that his life was Hindoo, a native gentleman of the typical no saintly stretch of self-devotion, and he kind, and he was of all men in India a was susceptible to the ambitions, and. Marhatta, a Marhatta Prince, a Marbound by the duties, of ordinary men. hatta Prince of the veritable strain of SivThis makes it all the more a practical les- agee, perhaps the fiercest and most bloodson to men absorbed in the occupations of thirsty bandit who, even in India, ever ordinary life. In another point of view how rose to independent power. This was the ever the book is not quite so satisfactory; last Rajah of Kolhapore, a dependent Marfor the reader who has become interested in hatta State yielding a revenue for its chief the man and his work cannot but pause to of £120,000 a year, and inhabited by ask what was the effect upon the district about a million of souls, over whom he of this fragment of noble effort. Did it possessed the power of life and death. As repay the expenditure? Did the brief a Marhatta he was, of course, a Hindoo of heroism tell, as it ought to lave told, upon Hindoos, and could not cross the black those for whom the sacrifice was made ? water, and personally he was almost a Has anything followed to reward the gen- devotee, going twice a day to listen to erous worker, or to encourage those who texts and sermons; but as a Sovereign he may follow his example? or have we but enjoyed certain exemptions, and in 1870 the example, the advice, the direction he the Brahmins informed him that if he has left us? None of these questions are at took with him his own attendants and ate all answered in this too reticent little vol- only of food they had prepared, he might visit Europe without loss of caste, or injury to his future prospects, or detriment to his religious position among his own countrymen, a position very valuable even to a Prince.

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From The Spectator.

A HINDOO PRINCE.

Accordingly, at the age of 20, the Rajah being then the husband of two wives, one We have found the "mild Hindoo," the of whom was still a little child, came over man so long sought in vain, who realizes to Europe with a few followers, and is the idea which the British mind has thus described in Good Words by Lady formed to itself of one of the most varied Verney:"He was barely twenty, populations in the world. Misled partly though he looked much older; a smallby ancient travellers, partly by the his- made man, with extremely slender hands tory of the conquest, which seems explica- and feet; his complexion of that pleasantble only by the submissiveness of the ly brown colour which looks as if it had people, and partly by a secret wish, the been just ripened by the sun, not scorched average Briton has developed out of his black; the eyes very large and lustrous, inner consciousness a being of dusky skin without much expression; and a contem and gentle smile, clothed in white but plative, rather child-like look; his white with an ample turban, who worships teeth shone brilliantly, however, when he graven images and his white conqueror, spoke, and lighted up the dark face. A who has some moral foibles but no de- kindly, gentle young prince, not wanting

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in intelligence, with a sort of easy dignity, I made on the 15th and 16th June, 1870: as of one used to be obeyed, but apparent- "Took a drive in Hyde Park and Rely quite contented to remain languidly in gent's Park, and through Regent Street the place where he happened to be, so that in the afternoon. Hyde. Park and Keone wondered the more to see him ven- gent's Park are large and beautifully turing so far from home. He was ordina- green. These are very good parks. Many rily dressed in a kind of dark-green cloth people ride, drive, and walk in them. coat, with a curious edifice on his head | 16th.- Went to see Madame Tussaud's formed of rolls of red muslin twisted into | Exhibition. The statues which are here thin coils, without which he was never are made of wax, and are very life-like. seen in public, any more than Louis XIV. No one thinks at first thought that they without his wig. He would have consid- are statues and not real persons. I liked ered it an act of rudeness on his part to these statues very much. They are of show himself bareheaded, though he English and European kings and queens pulled off his turban when with his own and celebrated men. Then took a drive people only. He had never been alone in through Hyde Park. At 11 P.M. drove to all his life, and used to sit chatting and Sir Robert M- to an evening party. laughing with his attendants on terms of Sir Robert introduced several ladies and perfect ease, curiously mixed with the gentlemen to me. He is a very good and Oriental depth of respect and reverence polite man. It rained much to-night." with which they treated him." That lit- On the Continent it is just the same. tle touch about the man who had never "The Rhine is very broad, and it has got been alone, and who talked so familiarly fresh water." "Munich is a nice large and pleasantly with his servants, yet was city.” "The King of the Belgians spoke treated by them with such deep, silent re- very politely and gently with me." spect, is a fine one, and exactly describes mans are celebrated for learning and not only the position of the Rajah among smoking.' All in the same fashion, as of his people that of a high-born child a schoolboy writing a theme. An Eton among his dependants, who is to be petted boy of twelve, if he dared write in a theme and talked to, and kept in good humour, exactly what he thought, or if he were but if an order is given obeyed but the writing to his sister of a similar age, special character of the man, who was ex- would express himself just as the Rajah actly the child-like, simple, sweet-natured does, and would, like him, probably omit being, with an undue capacity of rever- to mention anything he did not approve. ence, which Englishmen believe all natives There is something exquisitely childlike, of India to be. We should not trust Lady and in its way pleasant, in the single effort Verney's account alone, or that of any which he makes at self-introspection or other European, as a native diplomatist analysis, the constantly-recurring reinark, when so inclined would deceive the very "I like so-and-so very much." He seldom elect; but the Rajah kept a diary or note- says, "I did not like," except when speakbook during his tour, which has since his ing of Volunteers, whose dark uniform death been published by his guide, philo- always angers his eye, and very seldom, sopher, friend, and bear-leader, Captain even when describing persons, gets beWest, and which lets us, at least in part, yond the most patent observations upon into the secret of the Rajah's character. their outward bearing towards himself. It is a most remarkable production. From He saw everybody, of course, all that is end to end of it there is not a thought great, or famous, or powerful in the land; which is above the thinking-power of a but his observation never goes deeper than pleasant-minded, simple English lad of in his remark about the Queen, that "she fourteen, not an idea worth preserving, appeared to be in good health, and to be a not a sentence upon which it is possible to kind-hearted lady; or about Mr. Bruce, found a criticizing remark. And yet it is the Home Secretary, that he is "very like the diaries of some children, a note- gentle, civil, and polite, though he is one worthy production if only for its simplic- of the greatest men at present; ity, its utter transparency, the internal Woodin, that "he sings and acts pretty evidence it affords that it is the work of well, but I admire his changing his dress one to whom affectation was unknown, so quickly very much." He was evidently who could not conceive a reason why any greatly impressed by the bearing of the one should ridicule his thoughts, and so great people, repeating over and over recorded them with all the inimitable again his admiration of their kindness and dignity of unconscious childhood. The politeness to him, as if he were conscious diary is crammed with entries like these, 'of some internal surprise or shock to his

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previous experience, but he draws no dis- |ister with genuine kindness pressed the tinction between one man and another, request, the Minister of the Interior gave and makes not the slightest effort to dis- his permission for an infraction of the law, criminate or even to define character. It and the body was actually burnt at the is the good-natured chatter of a well-extreme point of the Cascine, or public pleased lad, without mental power, but with park, on the Arno, with all the regular a great capacity for being moderately inter- ceremonial, and the ashes collected in a ested, and a great readiness to applaud or porcelain vase, to be hereafter thrown into reward anybody who amuses him. There the sacred river, none looking on but the is not an ill-natured sentence in the entire municipal guards, and "the party, after diary, but then, also, there is not an acute having carefully gathered the remaining one; not a single line of vivid description ashes, cleaned and washed all round the or one which indicates acute pleasure, ex- ground, and, collecting them in a kind of cept, indeed, when he is describing fire- sheet, brought it into the middle of the works, an illumination, or a garden scene river to be shaken into the current: which impresses him he does not know making afterwards, with the mud of the why, though he knows and records that he "liked it very much." The only sentence recorded of him which has any intellectual force at all is not contained in the diary, but in a letter, and tells that travel had shown him how insignificant a person a Rajah of Kolhapore was in the world, a fact recorded without annoyance, but with the gentle surprise of an amiable child who is slowly, by repeated tentatives, finding his place in the universe. It was of course natural that such a man should be beloved by native followers, to whom he was at once a sovereign, a semi-sacred being, and a pet, and their love for him showed itself finally in one of the strangest scenes ever enacted in Europe, a scene which, as described by the chief of police in Florence, reads like a chapter from the "Moonstone," or a forgotten bit of the "Arabian Nights." The poor little Rajah had been touched with the cold in England, and died on the 30th November at Florence, and his followers besought permission to burn the corpse after the rites handed down from a creed older than Hindooism itself. The authorities at first would not hear of a ceremonial once so well known in Italy, but the British Min

Arno, the form of a heart in the centre of the space occupied by the pile, they buried some small vases containing raw and boiled rice and peas, sandalwood and betel, surmounted by small yellow banners; they also scattered copiously on the meadow a quantity of rice and peas, offered, according to the rite, to the deceased kinsman's soul, which they believe to continue wandering for some days near the place where the body was burnt. After repeated rubbing with water collected in the palm of the hand, they closed in a circle in the middle of the meadow, muttering as the custom of natives is, and bursting all out into a flood of tears, chanting some kind of funeral songs interrupted by clamours and lamentations. Rising again after a moment, they took up the urn containing their master's remains," and so returned whence they came, with their caste unbroken, and a melancholy recollection of the gentle, childlike noble whom they had served so well. He had died childless, but a boy of eight, of the strain of Sivajee, was placed in his wife's lap, and so adopted, and is now being trained to occupy the throne.

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STEEL IN NEW ZEALAND. It seems [the "Times"] that the iron-sand, as taken from the beach, is mixed with an equal quantity of clay and of the ordinary sea-sand, which contains a large admixture of shell; these materials are worked up into bricks, which are hardened in a kiln, broken up into regular pieces, and smelted in an ordinary cupola furnace. The product of this simple process is cast steel of the finest possible texture, from which some beautiful specimens of the finest cutlery have been manufac

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No. 1459.-May 25, 1872.

CONTENTS.

1. LETTERS AND DISCOVERIES OF SIR CHARLES BELL, Edinburgh Review,

2. STORY OF THE PLEBISCITE. By MM. Erckmann

Chatrian. Conclusion,

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THE SONG SHE SANG.
SHE sang it, sitting on a stile,
One evening of a summer's day;
Beside her, at her feet, the while,
Half-hid in grass and flowers, I lay.
So calm and clear her soft voice rang,
In unison with one dear bird,
That near her, on a tree-top, sang,

At time, 'twas doubtful which I heard.
And, lying there among the flowers,
I listened like to one who hears,
In murmurings of the passing hours,
The mightier music of the years.
I listened, and the swelling notes,

Borne fur on dewy breezes bland, Seemed taken up by seraph throats,

And chorused by a heavenly band. Now she is gone; yet that sweet strain, Still gathering charms unknown before, Will make a music in the brain, And haunt my heart for evermore.

LOST.

Chambers' Journal.

HE found at dawn in woodlands deep,
Sweet buds still wrapp'd in dewy sleep.
He cast them on the murm'ring tide,
And wistful said, "I'll walk beside,
I will not hold them to my heart,
Lest very love should death impart,
But when the heat of day has past
The flowers shall cool my brow at last!

The sound of bells, the song of birds,
He would not hear, nor children's words.
He would not see two soft blue eyes
That sought his own with sad surprise-
Half ling'ring said, "No, no, not yet!"
And turn'd away with faint regret,
And so they pass'd unmark'd away,
The glories of that summer-day.

With that glad day each sweet sound died,
The flowers were lost upon the tide,
And when night fell in cold repose
The stars beheld the blue eyes close.
Ah, foolish heart! thou wouldst not stay
And seize the brightness of to-day,
Nought now remains but longing vain,-
The past can never come again!
Gentleman's Magazine.

TRUST.

REA

I HAVE no rule, O Saviour, but Thy will;
I have no chart but Thine unerring word;
I have no guide but Thy clear whisper, heard
Above, behind, around, within me still.
I cannot trust my reason; questions fill

My mind, if e'er I seek to walk alone:
I cannot trust my heart; 'tis only known
To Thee, who searchest all its depths of ill:
I cannot trust my fellows; weak like me,

They have no strength or skill which is not
Thine:

Lo! in Thy light, O Lord, true light I see:
Behold, I lean on Thy dear arm divine:
All my fresh springs, Redeemer, are in Thee:
So life, love, joy, and heaven itself are mine!

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FINIS.

Good Words.

THE word that cannot be recalled is spoken:
Here the death-angel holds eternal sway,
Binding forever in his still dominion
The pensive, passive clay.

Out from the clear, dead brows, so calm and noble,

A fine white shimmering radiance sadly beams, And, like the shining nimbus of a blessed saint, Its pallid glory gleams.

Down over orbs touched by Death's icy fingers
The faintly fringed, frozen eyelids fall;
The fair, fond bloom from cheek and lip has
faded,

And silence reigns supremely over all.

This royal state no thunder-tone shall startle,
Or break the mighty charm of rapt repose.
A spell imperious checks each wave of feeling,
And all the earthly portals softly close.
Evening Post,
E. P. DE LESDERNIER

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