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plied with air than any other part. The more in the open air. The explosion had miners knew this too, doubtless, for on our drawn a crowd of agitated men and women arrival at the place in question, we found to the mouth of the mine. Alas! the meanthem trooping in from different quarters, ing of the dull report, and the cloud of until there might be above a hundred pres- smoke, and the fragments of the building at ent; and I was much struck by one thing the pit-mouth flying in the air, were too well in them which was not according to my an- known in the neighbourhood, and many an ticipations. I thought that men who were anxious heart found relief in a burst of habitually exposed to any danger became tears when we were able to announce, on callous to it, and faced it with indifference. our appearance at the surface, that no lives It was not so with these miners; we, who had been lost. We escaped with almost scarcely understood the magnitude of the miraculously slight injury for men who had danger through which we had passed, were gone through an explosion of fire-damp. . I far cooler and more collected than they saw one man, who had got a lick from the Almost every one of them was thoroughly Aame, having his shoulder treated with oil, or unmanned, and shook in every fibre. I some such application, but that was the only know the ague well (experientia docet), and casualty that came under my notice. the uncontrollable shaking which bids defi- I have never been down a coal-pit since. ance to the strongest exercise of the will,
ANDREW MURRAY. but I never saw a worse tremor in ague than in these men. While gathered together in this part of the mine a loud crack rap through the roof above our heads, which so alarmed the already nerveless miners that
From the Examiner, 18th May. some of them actually sunk upon the ground. The explanation of this anomaly in men's courage is, I think, that where they see their danger, and can exert themselves to The Luxemburg hitch has been got over, ward it off or escape it, familiarity with it but it unfortunately has displayed to the will produce contempt for it; but where world how much of jealousy and mistrust is they are atterly elpless, and know that between France and Prussia. Before the they are so, familiarity with it only adds to Luxemburg quarrel it might all be denied, its terrors. This is the case with earth- and was denied. The Prussian monarch or quakes. No familiarity with them enables Government has never hitherto been in a a man to meet them with composure; the position to defy or provoke France. The more he has felt, the more frightened be be- attitude is new, therefore; and the feeling comes. I remember seeing another instance which it excites is felt not only in the breast of the same kind on board the Tyne, when of the Emperor, but in that of every
Frenchshe was wrecked on the rocks at St. Alban's man. Head. The sailors on deck were as cool as Bismarck and Napoleon the Third are, cucumbers, but the stokers and firemen be- however, wary politicians.
Each is a man low were unmanned exactly in the same to consider and prepare before he strikes. way as the miners at West B
They Besides, Bismarck's hand is held back by could not see their death, and they could do that of his sovereign, who is far more timid, nothing to save themselves if the ship bad more doubtful of the future, and unwilling foundered.
to risk his crown in another venture. It After waiting a considerable time in this does not, indeed, require any great degree part of the mine — perhaps an hour we of prudence to be unwilling to enter upon again started, and made for the mouth of such contest single-banded. Prussia the pit. As we approached it we heard would not do so last year, and has reason to shouts, and presently came upon a body of congratulate herself on the alliance she men, who, having heard the explosion, had formed. But where is the ally now? Bisbeen sent down to see what mischief had mark is said to have made a pressing overbeen done. Although the explosion had ture to Austria.“ Fight in your alliance!”. travelled so deliberately when it passed answered von Beust. 66 We did so in over us, it had had sufficient violence when Slesvig, and what was our reward? You it reached the shaft to blow the roof of the turned upon us the moment after.” building adjoining the pit-mouth clean off. We believe that there is but one ally Fortunately, it had not destroyed the gear possible for either party, and that is Russia. there, and we were able to ascend without The Czar has thus the fortunes of Europe, delay. Right glad was I to find myself once and the fate of future wars in his hands.
He is coming through Berlin to Paris, and out being made fiscally profitable to the no doubt will receive the offers and explica- ruling country. Prussia, in fact, has, by tions of both sides.
distrust of a liberal domestic policy, made as For the next year, then, much, in all many foes and grievance
nces as friends or probability, depends upon the conduct and causes of attachment; and it is still a probdesires of the Russian Cabinet. Alexan- lem how far united Germany would support der's own character is soft and vacillating, Berlin in a lengthened war against France. and would, no doubt, incline him to remain The French, therefore, gather hope from friends with both parties. But this is an time, as the Prussians do. impossible policy. Russia would gain nothing by it, and would risk the loss of much. For an alliance she can command almost her own terms from either party. And
From the Saturday Review. these terms may be little less than the empire of the Levant.
MADAME RECAMIER.* It would be idle to enter into particulars, or attempt to foreshadow what Prussia or what IN France, where the influence of women France might give to Russia as the price of has always been exceptionally great, whethher alliance and co-operation. Equally idle er as regards the manners, the literature or would it be to pretend to decide into which the politics of any epoch, the salon has at all balance Russia would definitively throw her times had a place approaching that of a casword. All this is for the future. But tional institution. Be it by dint of intellect, certain it seems, that the peace of Europe wit, skill and vivacity in intrigue, or even for the next few years depends in no slight sheer beauty of person, it is hard to name a degree upon the Czar. The prudent French period on which some female leader of soEmperor is not a prince to precipitate war ciety or other bas failed to set her mark. without a powerful alliance. The King of With all its changes, the Revolution could of Prussia, though not so prudent or so only so far modify this traditional feature of completely master of his actions, still holds French life as to open the doors of the saby the same principle. He never gave in lon to queens of another order. Nor did the fully to Bismarck until the latter brought women of the new era fall short of the occahim the Italian alliance.
sion. In the freer play of intellect and acIn the situation of rivalry into which tion that followed upon the relaxation of France and Prussia have been brought, it is etiquette, there was even much to make up not alone to foreign alliances that they must for any loss in the more stilted or aristocratlook. Were the war between them to be ic graces of the vieille cour.
The brief but immediate, these foreign alliances would be bright career of Madame Roland was fol. everything. But towards a more remote lowed by the still more transient yet brilwar, each Government has to seek strength liant sway of Madame Tallien. The interat home. Strength of what sort ? Napo- val between the setting of the star of Notre leon the Third certainly sits heavy on the Dame de Thermidor and the glittering dawn liberal aspirations of Frenchmen, and though of the Empire was lit by the genius of Mathe discontent will probably never break dame de Staël, whose enforced eclipse left out against him personally, yet he is not in turn the firmament of Parisian Society immortal; still less so is his system. open to the ascendency of her friend and
Whilst the Prussians rejoice at this crev, pupil, Madame Récamier. If there was any ice in French armour, the French regard degeneracy to be detected in the long line with no less hope the wide splits in the of female sovereignty it was in superficial German panoply. From north to south the splendour only that the falling off was land is full of disaffection towards Prussia ; to be seen. The courtly but prudish graces and if southern States and populations have of the Hotel de Rambouillet, the select gathabetted in the quarrel just ended, it was more erings of the little court at Sceux, and
the with the hope of recovering their own lively coteries of the Marchioness du Defpower and independence in the struggle fand were not unworthily represented in the than from the patriotic desire to make Ger- quiet and unadorned parlour of the Abbaye many triumph over France. Peasants and aux Bois. gentry, from the Rhine to the Vistula, abhor
With nothing like the talents which imthe Prussian government. Taxes are doubled, military service and oppression ditto. * Memoirs of Madame Recamier. The Customs union, for the present in from the French and Edited by Isaphine M. Luys.
London : Sampson Low, Son, & Marston, pieces, will not be put together again with- | 1807.
mortalized the author of Corinne, Madame ame Récamier. From all that we learn of Récamier won herself a place of not less 80- her, it is plain that the flame of her genius cial influence among the men and women of was calm and steady rather than intense. her day. It is to no special gift of intellect It drew its heat and light far more from the or talent for intrigue that we are able to heart than from the head. And her warmth trace this ascendancy. The most direct and of heart was of a nature to kindle rather common test of intellectual power is indeed, than to consume. There was something, we in ber case, wholly lacking. No pressure of are led to infer, in her constitutional temher friends and admirers could ever prevail perament which, even beyond her delicate upon her to publish a line. Whatever im- and indefinable tact, may afford the real pulse she might be capable of giving to the clue to much of her mysterious ascendancy. thoughts of others, a kind of constitutional Love seems to have existed in ber as a yearnreluctance restrained her from making pub-ing of the soul almost entirely free from lic her own.
Her friends speak in raptures those elements of passion which are groundof her letters, but she herself, it appears, was ed in the difference of the sexes. There at pains to get them back towards the end of was in it not so much of the desire which her life, and left orders to burn, after her centres in a single object, as of the emotion death, the packet which contained them which seeks to diffuse itself over the very together with certain fragmentary memoirs widest sphere of objects. It could thus be which she had begun to put together in her warm and deep, while pure and inaccessible balf blind state. Of all her correspondence, to evil. Sainte-Beuve's remark, that she which was koown to be voluminous, no bad carried the art of friendship to perfecmore than a bare half-dozen scraps find tion, helps us here to give the true key to a place in the biography which we owe to her character. A warm and constant friend, her niece, Madame Lenormant. Ballanche, she never admitted, never showed herself, á who addressed her as the muse who inspir-| lover. Satisfied with the arrangement od bis utterances, so far worked upon her at which gave her from an early age nuthing one time as to engage her upon a translation more than the name and status of a wife, of Petrarch, but we do not find that she ever she could let her natural affection range made any great way with it. It is surpris- with freedom and security wherever it met ing, indeed, how little echo has come down with a response that left intact her dignity to us of the wit and wisdom that held her and self-respect. Such coquetry as she contemporaries entranced. Not an epigram showed rose rather from an instinctive deof hers, scarcely a mot or a sally of humour sire to please and attract than from anything or imagination from her lips, has been pre-approaching to a vicious instinct, or å silly served to us. Men of the highest mark for desire to swell the list of her conquests. energy and discrimination of mind held What seemed to begin in flirtation never went converse with her as with an oracle, yet they to the point of danger, and men who at first have put nothing on record beyond a vague sight loved her passionately usually ended and general acknowledgment of her intel- by becoming her true friends. The nearest lect. It was not her beauty either, by itself, approach ever made by her towards a love that lent this singular power of fascination affair was the short and romantic passage in to all that she said, for that power remained her life when the ardent admiration of unimpaired long after she became conscious, Prince Augustus of Prussia seemed to have as she used to say, that the little Savoyards aroused a responsive flame. But even this no longer turned back in the streets to look faint passion died away before the pathetic at her. Nor would such elements of attrac- appeal of her husband. The child-wife tion have gone for much with her own sex; could not find it in her to break off
, when yet we know how women — clever women age and adversity had settled upon him, the 100-— bowed to her autocracy without be- platonic ties of an earlier and more prospertraying a suspicion that anything illusory lay ous day. She at once withdrew the appliat the bottom of what passed for a quality of cation for a divorce. Madame Lenormant's the mind. If wealth and social position, statement of this delicate matter is such as again, went any way toward establishing her decisively to set aside the singular supposiearly
, prestige, we cannot forget that her tion entertained by some that Juliette Berweight in society was to the full as great nard was the daughter of M. Récamier. The long after riches had made themselves wings relation between the pair was, however, in and flown away. We must clearly look else- other respects, parental and filial rather than where than either to intellect, wealth, beau- conjugal. The banker was forty-two, and ty, or all three combined, for the secret of his beautiful bride but fifteen, when their that witchery which was so distinctive of Mad- marriage took place in 1793. It was not
till the break-up of the Reign of Terror that the beautiful Gunnings in Kensington garsociety awoke to the recognition of its new dens. The enthusiasm of Madame de Staël queen and goddess. At eighteen she emer- for the Duke of Wellington was far from ged from childhood into alĩ the splendour of being shared by Madame Récamier. If we youth. Her beauty became the talk of Par- can believe that the Duke said to her, on
Her saloons, the abode of wealth and calling at her house the day after Waterloo, taste, and lit with her charms and wit, were “I have given him a good beating," we may the centre of the fashionable world. A graph- understand that dislike of Napoleon failed ic account of the splendours and the person- to qualify the disgust of a loyal Frenchwoages assembled there is given by Miss Berry. man. Her door was thenceforth closed
The Duke de Guignes, Adrien and Matthieu against the Duke's awkward overtures. A De Montmorency, M. de Narbonne, Madame couple of notes from the hero speak more of de Staël, Camille Jordan, and others who his appreciation of female charms than of had returned from exile, met with Barrière, his mastery either of the language of France Eugène Beabarnais, Fouché, Bernadotte, or of that of ordinary gallantry. Masséna, Moreau, M. de la Harpe, and all It was at the bedside of Madame de Staël rising actors of the new régime. Lucien that Madame Récamier made the acquaintBuonaparte first as Romeo, then openly ance of Chateaubriand, and between this under his own name — made fierce love to variously gifted pair grew up that romantic the beautiful but unimpressionable Juliette. friendship which gave its chief tone to the The First Consul she met but twice, and subsequent life of each. Her friends at first wbatever admiration her beauty may have in- trembled for her peace of mind from the spired in him seems to have been lost in jeal- contact with so tumultuous a nature. But ousy of her influence. Napoleon was weak the serene integrity and self-control of Madenough to give out publicly, in the salon ame Récamier became, on the contrary, of Josephine, that he should regard as his the means of purifying and chastening the personal enemy any foreigner who frequent- passionate and disordered soul of the poet. ed the house of Madame Récamier. She idolized by his contemporaries, and spoiled was, however, successful in obtaining from especially by enthusiastic women, Chateauhim, partly through Bernadotte, her father's briand had become enamoured of himself.. release, when M. Bernard was compromised He had sunk, like Byron, into a morbid in the Vendéan conspiracy. One of the melancholy. To dispel the clouds that obfragments we have from Madame Récamier's scured his genius became the mission of Madown pen gives touching instances of her ame Récamier. And the change in his sympathy and active share in the trial of temper is soon made apparent, even from Moreau, Polignac, and George Cadoudal. the tone of his correspondence. His selfIn spite, however, of Napoleon's anger at absorption is less conspicuous. His irritabilher opposition, he certainly made overtures ity is soothed. He is telling the simple through Fouché, in the year 1805, with the truth when he writes to his devoted friend, view of attaching Madame Récamier to the “You have transformed my nature." From Imperial household. Her refusal was never that crisis in his life the memoirs of Madame forgiven by him, and no doubt added weight Récamier do little more than follow the vito the motives which led, in 1811, to the de- cissitudes and struggles of Chateaubriand's cree for her exile beyond forty leagues from career. In her retreat at the Abbaye aux Paris. With the other members of the Bois it was for him that she toiled to keep Buonaparte family, she contracted a close up her hold upon society, bringing together and romantic friendship. Hortense, in every every lion of the literary or political world, trouble and perplexity, sound refuge in her at once to do him homage and to dispel bis sympathy and her counsels. Caroline, Ma- ennui. Thither came all the young inteldame Murat, gave her, when in exile, the lects of the Restoration and the monarchy warmest welcome at Naples, and a letter of of July — Benjamin Constant, Thierry, the widowed queen which forms part of the David d'Angers, Delacroix, the Ampères present memoir speaks of the tender affection father and son, Pasquier, Cousin, Villemain, which subsisted between these two women. Montalembert. Lamartine read there his When in England, the beautiful Frenchwo- Méditations, and Delphine Gay recited her man received the most flattering attentions first verses. Sir Humphrey Davy and his from the Prince of Wales and the highest wife, Maria Edgeworth, Mary Berry, and English aristocracy, as well as from the ex- Alexander Humboldt are among those who iled Duke of Orleans and his brothers the have left memorials of their visits. It was Princes of Beaujolais and Montpensier. By there that, in the summer of 1829, a brilliant the populace she was actually mobbed, like assemblage heard the presiding genius read
I. SHADE IN LIGHT.
his tragedy of Moses. In her journeys in | lections afforded us by an intimate friendsearch of health, the first thought of Madame an Englishwoman, Madame Möhl; beside Récamier was how to take him with her, the copious notices in the Mémoires d'outreWhen that was impossible she pined with soli- tombe, and the suggestive and touching sketch tade on his behalf, while her shortest absence which forms one of the series of Causeries filled him with despair. Even his wife's first de Lundi by her friend M. Sainte-Beuve. eager question was, “ What will be done Guizot, Lemoine, Madame d'Hautefeuille, then ? What is to become of M. de Cha- and others who knew her well have contribteaubriand ? As years run on, there be- uted many traits of character. But the gins to be even something of the ludicrous work of Madame Lenormant is fuller of dein this couple of old folks alternately cosset- tails, and gives the most complete narrative ing and complimenting each other. We of Madame Récamier's career. The original almost forget the minor satellites who cir- work itself was indeed faulty in execution, cled round the central glow of Madame the arrangement of materials confused, and Recamier's friendship. Poor Ballanche him- the style in places rambling and obscure. In self — her faithful shadow, the“ hierophant,” presenting it in an English dress, primarily as Chateaubriand patronizingly called him, for the sake of the American public, Mrs. of the little sect" that gathered round her Luyster has done well in rendering it more altar — seems to shrink into nothingness; methodical and compact, without interfering while we have so long lost sight of M. Ré- with its integrity or with the individuality of camier that we soarcely become sensible of its authorship. the fact of his death till the decease of Madame de Chateaubriand leaves the poet free to offer bis hand to the idol of his heart. “But why should we marry?” was the sen
BOTH SIDES OF THE SHIELD. sible reply of Madame Récamier, who probably fest the ridicule that might attach to such an union. There was no impropriety in her taking care of him. Years, and the Light! emblem of all good and joy! blindness that had of late been stealing over
Shade! emblem of all ill! ' her
, seemed to confer that right. For his And yet in this strange mingled life sake indeed she twice submitted, though
Wegneed the shadow still.
A lamp with softly shaded light, uselessly, to an operation for the recovery of
To soothe and spare the tender sight, her sight. At his bedside, on the 4th of July,
Will only throw 1848, ber anguish was intensified by the
A brighter glow thought that she could not see his dying
Upon our books and work below. looks. In losing him the mainspring of her life was gone. She could still speak of him
We could not bear unchanging day, as but momentarily absent, and at the daily However fair its light. hour of his visits, her niece tells us, she
Ere long the wearied eye would hail, would still tremble with the sense of his As booni untold, the evening pale, presence. The friends were but a few The solace of the night. months divided. The cholera, of which she And who would prize our summer glow, had a perpetual dread, carried her off, after It'winter gloom they did not know? a short but severe struggle, on the 11th of
Or rightly praise May, 1849. All Madame Récamier's beau
The glad spring rays,
Who never saw our rainy days? ty, strange to say, returned after death.
no traces of suffering – no wrinkles, or signs of age, to mar her feat
How grateful in Arabian plain
Of white and sparkling sand,
The shadow of a mighty rock gelic. She looked like a beautiful statue.
Across the weary larid. The grace and sweetness of her last sleep
And where the tropic glories rise, seemed to be the ineffaceable impress of
Responsive to the fiery skics, that spirit of tenderness and love which dur
We could not dare ing life had acted like a talisman upon
To meet the glare, every heart.
Or blindness were our bitter share. There is not much in the scanty and fragmentary memoirs compiled by her niece, to Where is the soul, so mcek and pure, let us into the secret workings of Madame Who through his earthly days Récamier's mind and character. In that Life's fullest sunshine could endure,
In clear and cloudless blaze ? respect we owe perhaps more to the recol