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is a rare quality, and journal-keeping is very | fered to take me with his daughter to Baranagar, difficult. Lord Bacon has somewhere said where an examination of the Branch School was that a sea-voyage, by reason of its weariness to be held. On our way he showed us the new and monotony, is provocative of journal-keep- Mission House, and buildings for converts, now ing. In other words, that people are well- just on the point of occupation, and pointed out disposed to keep journals when there is noth- the old Institution, which was full of scholars, ing to enter in them. This, indeed, is a fact; had planted. We also passed the Leper Asylum, his former house, and the trees which he himself and one in which the whole philosophy of the where these unfortunate people have a maintenmatter is contained. It is almost impossible ance on condition of not going out of the comto keep a journal when one has very much to pound; and the Mahratta ditch, made to defend enter in it. It is for this reason that women Calcutta from those dreaded invaders. We had are better journalists than men. They have a very pretty drive; Baranagar itself is a senot so much to do. Whether they are, by questered rural spot, like an illustration in "Paul nature, more stable and persevering we do not and Virginia.' pretend to say. The few men who really keep Mr. Smith, the missionary, lives in a very journals are, as we have said, born journalists. pretty one-storied native house, with a tank before We mean by this that they have certain in- it, and the school is a thatched bamboo Bangalow, herent qualities which enable them to triumph close by. There are about two hundred pupils. over the antagonistic circumstances of which Mahendra once taught there. They have at preswe speak. Circumstances are against journal-ent an excellent half-caste Christian master, and keeping; but men, born journal-keepers, are a very clever Hindu teacher, brought up at the Assembly's Institution. Mrs. Hutton, the wife greater than circumstances. Now women are of the good English chaplain at Dumdum (who, often born journal-keepers, and circumstances on the Staples objecting to the English baptismal are seldom against them. Wherefore it is service, himself brought a Free Church missionary that they more frequently shine in this depart- to baptize their child, and was present at the holy ment of literature than men. ordinance), was the only other lady present; but We have been thinking of these things, as Dr. Clark of Dumdum, Mr. Ewart, and Mr. Mcwe hurried over the pages of Mrs. Colin Mac- Kuil were there, and all examined the boys. They kenzie's Indian Journal. Some important answered extremely well in mental arithmetic, books on the subject of India and its govern- geography, Roman and English history, geomement have been published during the present try, and Scripture history, &c. The eldest class session. There is not one of them which read and explained a long passage, taken at ranMrs. Mackenzie's Journal* does not in some dom, from "Paradise Lost," book second, demanner illustrate. The record of the every-scribing Satan's flight. Dr. Duff asked what was day life of an intelligent English lady in the meant by Satan putting on his wings. One anMission, the Camp, and the Zenana," must swered, "He put them into practice" (meaning use). This was the only mistake that I rememhave a suggestiveness very valuable at a time ber. On English history, Mr. Ewart asked about when everything that relates to the condition the civil wars, and then inquired which was best, of the natives of India, and to our connection war or peace? -they all answered " Peace, with the country, has a peculiar claim to pub- with great zeal. Mr. Ewart observed, “There lic attention. This journal, as the name in- might be some just wars," adding, " suppose an plies, is extremely varied. It relates to mili- enemy were to burst into this country, plundering tary affairs to missionary matters-and to and destroying everything, would you not fight?" the domesticities of native Indian life. Al-" No, no," said they. Mr. Ewart, who is a very though that which relates to the Camp and the Zenana may be more interesting to the general reader, we cannot help thinking that the portion of the work illustrative of the mission is both the most important and the most novel. Mrs. Mackenzie is a Presbyterian, and a member of the Free Kirk. The information which she gives us respecting the educational and missionary proceedings of Dr. Duff and his colleagues is of the highest interest. When at Calcutta, she visited the Free Church institutions, and those subsidiary to it in the suburbs. Of a visit to one of these branch schools, she gives the following

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fine, powerful man, and gives one the idea of be-
ing full of manly determination and courage, was
so astonished that he paused for a moment, and
then said, "But would you not fight for your
"No," said they,
homes your own families?"
"the Bengalis would not fight-they are all
cowards."
whether they themselves would not fight, or if
I am not quite sure if he asked
their countrymen would not do so, but the answer
was as above; and Mr. Ewart remained dumb
and amazed.

There is very much more, and of equal interest, relating to these institutions, but we wish to show the varied contents of these charming volumes. We cannot, however, whilst on missionary subjects, refrain from quoting the following:

Dr. Duff gave me a most interesting account of good Dr. Carey's death. He was with him a short time previously when he was in perfect

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health. The last sheet of his "Bengáli Testa- | presents, and then made me a speech, saying that
ment was brought in. He burst out into thanks-
giving, saying, with tears, he had prayed to be
permitted to finish that work before he was sum-
moned hence, and that he was now ready to depart.
After this he began gradually to decline, and the
next time Dr. Duff visited him with his loved
colleague, Dr. Marshman, he was very near death,
very feeble, and just gliding away from earth.
Dr. Duff reminded him of the circumstance of
their last interview, and added that he thought
if any man could use the language of St. Paul,
"I have fought a good fight," &c., it was Dr.
Carey. The venerable man raised himself up
bed, and said, "O no, I dare not use such very
strong language as that; but I have a strong hope,
strong hope," repeating it three times with the
greatest energy and fervor; he fell back ex-
hausted, and when a little revived his friends took
their leave. As they were going, he called,
"Brother Marshman." On Dr. Marshman re-
turning, he said, "You will preach my funeral
sermon, and let the text be, By grace ye are
saved.'" As Dr. Duff observed, the humility yet
confidence of this aged saint were very beautiful.
After this, we have a translation of a letter
which Akbar Khan, the famous Cabool sirdar,
addressed to Captain Mackenzie -a letter
full of expressions of kindness and friendship,
complaining that the English officer had not
written to him. On this Mrs. Mackenzie
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his gratitude was not transitory, but would last
as long as his life, and quoted a Persian verse to
this effect: -"I have made a covenant with my
beloved friends, that our friendship shall last
while the soul remains in the body,"
this was
quite in the style of Canning's heroine-
sudden thought strikes me, let us swear eternal
friendship." So here I am, the sworn friend of
a Sind Amir. I had a strong inclination to laugh,
but it would have been monstrous to have done
so; so I expressed the gratification I really felt
at their reception of a small mark of kindness.
It would be difficult to give you an idea of their
high-bred, courteous manner. I asked them for
their autographs, which they each gave me, and
in return requested mine, which I wrote on three
sheets of paper, and added one of those pretty
little colored wafers with our arms, the meaning
of which Dr. C. expounded to them. They had
had long conversations with my husband pre-
viously, and were pleased at hearing that he and
Colonel Outram were friends. We showed them
Akbar Khan's letter, which the chief Amir read
in the melodious chanting way used by the Arabs
his mouth and eyes beaming with humor, at some
and Persians, stopping every now and then with
outrageously barefaced expression of affection
from such a personage. I have seldom seen a
finer or more expressive face. - when quiet, it
has a strong tinge of melancholy, but lights up
with feeling and wit, so as almost to tell you what
he is saying before the interpreter can repeat it.

Mrs. Mackenzie also visited the Rajah of Sattarah. We had marked for insertion an account of the visit, but, in spite of the manifold attractions of the book, we are compelled to limit our quotations.

As the last injunction he gave, on sending the hostages and captives to Bamián, was to cut the throats of all who could not march; and as he knew full well that my husband was, from extreme illness, incapable of walking a hundred yards, you may judge how far this loving epistle What little space is left us must be occuaccords with such a parting benediction. His in-pied with brief, suggestive pickings from this tention in writing was to endeavor, through the attractive journal. Here in a few words is a medium of my husband, to establish a good unfact, which has arrested the attention, and derstanding with the British government. provoked the meditations, of all thoughtful dwellers in the East;

This appears to us to be unintentionally unjust. The Cabul prisoners were told that Akbar Khan had sent the instructions referred to by Mrs. Mackenzie-but it was subsequently ascertained that no such instructions had been really sent. The chiefs, in whose custody these prisoners were, employed this ruse as a means of enhancing the price of their liberation.

From the chiefs of Cabul the transition is not very abrupt to the Ameers of Sindh. So much has been said lately about these fallen princes, that the following passage part of an account of Mrs. Mackenzie's interview with the Ameers-will be read with no common interest:

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force in this country; for instance, in reading Innumerable passages of Scripture derive fresh the first Psalm the other morning, "He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of waters," &c., on raising my eyes I beheld every tree in the garden planted by a watercourse, without which, in this burning clime, it would not bring forth its fruit in due season, but its leaf would wither; and I felt how forcible an emblem it was of the absolute necessity of never-failing supplies of the water of life, for the spiritual life and fruitfulness of the plants of the Lord's vineyard.

There is a hint in the following passage worth noting: —

I have found that a Mullah, in controversy I offered the necklace to Muhammad Khan for with Mr. Pfander of Agra, alleges the custom of his intended bride, whom he expects to join him," kissing, and putting their arms round the waists the brooch to Shah Mahammad for his wife, and the earrings to the fat Yár Muhammad, as an encouragement to him to marry. The idea seemed to divert him extremely. The chief Amir held out his hand to his kinsmen, to examine their

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of other men's grown-up daughters, sisters, and wives," as an argument against Christianity. The "kissing appears to have been added by the imaginative Mullah, but I do not see how a waltz or polka could possibly be defended in the eyes

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It is not strange that the Moollah associated kissing and waltzing. The idea is by no means a novel one. Byron, we think, has told us of the grave Mahomedans, who asked,

If nothing followed all this palming work. Mrs. Mackenzie's husband, Captain Colin Mackenzie, who distinguished himself so greatly throughout the entire period of our troubles in Afghanistan, was appointed to raise and command a new corps for service in the Punjaub. The constituents of the regiment were various, and among them were many Afghans. Mrs. Mackenzie was much struck by the characteristics of these men. "I do like these Afghans," she says in one place, with a naïve earnestness which is very refreshing. She gives us one anecdote of their good-heartedness-of their simple, kindly courtesy which we cannot forbear from quoting. Mrs. Mackenzie had received from England the painful tidings of the death of her father. Her English friends inquired after her, but never named the subject of her loss. Her native friends were less reserved, and, it appeared to her, more sympathizing. Of this we have a touching illustration :

That huge burly Naib Rassaldar, Atta Muhammad, came here a few days ago; and on hearing of the loss I had sustained, he begged C. to tell me how grieved he was, and then, opening his hands like the leaves of a book, said, "Let us have a fatia, or prayer." C. put his hands in the same position, and, with his face quite red with emotion, and his eyes full of tears, Atta Muhammad prayed that God would bless and comfort me, and that the blessing of Jesus the Messiah might come upon me. Then they both stroked their beards. The heartiness and earnestness with which it was done quite touched

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With this we must reluctantly conclude our extracts. We should be almost afraid, indeed, to follow Mrs. Mackenzie far into the Camp," she is so bold in her revelations. She speaks of ugly matters which will create discussion, and we are not compelled to meddle with the "hot iron" ourselves.

Altogether the journal is very interesting. Since Maria Graham's famous letters, nothing better upon the pregnant subject of India has emanated from a female pen, much indebted as we are to lady-writers for their illustrations of Indian life. They see things behind the Purdah, which men cannot see; and can go further, therefore, into the domesticities of Indian life. What Mrs. Mackenzie has written about the Zenana she has written pleas

|antly and well. Indeed, the contents of her book amply fulfil the promise of the title. It was written with no design. It is really a collection of journal-letters written to friends in England; but if the three suggestive words on her title-page had been set before her at the outset, she could not have written a better work about THE MISSION, THE CAMP, and THE ZENANA.

From the Baltimore Patriot.

THE BIBLE IN SEPARATE VOLUMES.-NO. 2. HAVING described the Model at the fair, it proposed plan of publication. As preliminary were now in place to state the advantages of the to these, however, allow me to avail myself of this opportunity to make the following remarks:

1. I wish, indeed, by these communications, to promote the success of my plan; but I design to attempt this in a way which may prove entertaining and instructing to general readers.

2. I find that publishers of secular papers are exceedingly vigilant against the intrusion of private interests into their columns without pay. This, however, is not a selfish, but a benevolent enterprise. If it succeeds, it will furnish compensation for labor; but, beyond this, its profits are pledged to simple, saving, unsectarian Bible Christianity.

3. Since the announcement of this plan, other editions of the Bible have been largely advertised. The more they prosper, the better; but no one of them imitates, or can imitate, the peculiar merits of the plan before us.

4. A mistake has appeared, in many of the newspapers, as to the price of the Bible, on this plan; ranging it from 25 to $150. The "Prospectus" merely proposes the immediate publication of "Genesis," for 50 cents. If the other books were to be of the same size, the price, in whole, would be $33. But there are only six other books as thick as "Genesis." There are three classes of thinner volumes. Many of these may be issued for 10 or 15 cents each. The whole price, in paper covers, Text and Appendices both, need not be more than $15. It is probable it will be less. The Text alone, or the Appendices alone, may be furnished at about half price. At the same time, persons who wish copies splendidly bound, and encased, may expend as much money as they please upon them.

5. Another mistake has occurred, in relation to time. If subscribers were plenty, the Text might be run through the press immediately, and the Bible stand complete, with new impressiveness, in its 66 separate books. Nor would it take much longer to furnish the Appendices; as the design is not so much to prepare original scattered everywhere, instead of being brought matter as to condense material now unhappily into juxtaposition with the Sacred Text. Besides, chief men, of all denominations, might readily be engaged to render any necessary help.

T. H. S.

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From the Dublin University Magazine.
FRANCE, PAST AND PRESENT.

A FEW DESULTORY NOTES ON PARIS, WITH A
GLANCE AT WHAT WAS DOING THERE IN AUGUST

LAST, AND THOUGHTS ON MANY CHANGES.

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execute a commission for a friend, we rejoiced in the opportunity of taking a peep at Paris. Time and tide have hurried on rapid¡y, with many vicissitudes, since we first 8ojourned in that gay metropolis. We remember it when there was no street with a paveNEVER be in a hurry when you travel ment for foot passengers, except the "Rue de either for instruction, health, or amusement. la Paix," and before gas had superseded the Reader, observe this maxim, and you will be ancient lamps suspended by ropes, which a gainer. We do not mean hereby to recom- inflicted darkness visible rather than avail mend you to select a parliamentary train in able light. Augustus boasted that he found preference to the express, albeit the former is Rome a city of brick, and left it of marble. the safest, and supplies less work for the George IV. said something to the same effect coroner; yet almost everybody rushes madly as regarded London during his own short on in an agony of speed, and doubly so when reign. The improvements of Paris, comthey have no defined object in view, with pleted and in progress, are worthy of a simitime and money at command. There are lar eulogium. Thirty-eight years ago, the only three sound conditions under which it is inditer of this gossip formed a very insig necessary or desirable to emulate the electric nificant fraction of a mighty whole which telegraph; when you expect promotion for marched along the Boulevards, under the carrying home despatches announcing a vic-shadow of the stately trees, now sacrificed to tory; when you are summoned to the bed-liberty and equality, with drums beating, side of a dying friend; and when you are on and the standards of various nations flutteryour way to take possession of a legacy or an ing in the breeze, arrayed in the proud panoestate. At all other times, look around you ply of war, gorgeous in glittering uniforms, as well as in front, and stop whenever you and swelling with recent conquest. "Sich a have an opportunity. There is scarcely an gittin' up stairs" has never been seen again, obscure nook in which you may not find and can scarcely be looked for above once in something to reward delay. The greatest twenty generations. Many tens of thousands discoveries have been made by leaving the who took part in that stirring scene have beaten tracks and going into by-paths. Also, been gathered in by the sickle which spares avoid guide-books and local ciceroni dull no one; while we, with other survivors, have companions, who rob you of the charm of long subsided into the noiseless obscurity of exploring for yourself, and tell you nothing the half-pay list useless incumbrances, but what you knew before, or can easily find out without them. Again, when you venture into strange lands, look not for the familiar faces of Regent-street, or the accents of your cherished vernacular; but rub up your rusty French, German, or Italian, as they may be alternately required; live with the citizen of The elder Parisians dislike all recollections the soil, and learn something of his ways. connected with the occupation of their capLastly, if you wish to enjoy yourself thor-ital by the allied armies, and peremptorily oughly, take things as you find them; submit" burke" the subject whenever it is introto be moderately fleeced (as you will be duced. The younger ones deny it altogether whether or no) without losing your temper, as a fabulous tradition, less authentic than or writing a letter to The Times; and give the siege of Troy, or the voyage of the Argoup the delusion, in which you have probably nauts, and not to be admitted into the pages grown old, that you are wiser than your of respectable history. They have their own neighbors, and, in fact, the representative version of all these supposed events, much Solomon of the nineteenth century. We more soothing to national vanity. Soon after think it is Rochefoucault who says, "Le the restoration of the Bourbons, in a compenvrai moyen d'etre trompé c'est de se croire dium arranged for the use of schools, it was plus fin que les autres" (The sure mode of written, how the king, Louis XVIII., was a being deceived, is to believe ourselves to be good, wise, and beneficent monarch, who more cunning and clever than the rest of the loved his ease, disliked war, cultivated the world). This same Rochefoucault was a cour-fine arts, and lived many years in the adjatier, a wit, and a little of a roué besides; but cent country of England. But the times he wrote keen, practical philosophy, under- were troublous, and the enemies of France stood human nature, and knew how to turn waxed strong and haughty. Fortunately for life to the best account. the national glory, the king had a renowned Having a few days to spare from many general, called "Le Marquis de Bonaparte," busy avocations, in August last, with the who commanded his armies, extended his additional inducement of being franked to [dominions, won many famous battles, and

CCCCXCVII. LIVING AGE.

VOL. III. 35

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held in holy detestation by Joseph Hume and the economists, who think we were called upon, as disinterested patriots, to die simultaneously by common consent, at the conclusion of the great war. We had done our work, and should have departed with it.

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looked after all his affairs in his absence. At | as the sailors have it, and as nearly wrecked length the people desired the return of the as possible. I was then unmarried and in king. Then the great marquis abdicated his debt, and my loss would have been a severe post, made room for his master, and rode on blow to my creditors. his right hand when he entered Paris in triumph. The details here are a little loose, but the general summary may pass for as reasonable an imitation of the truth as popular chronicles contain on the average.

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On a clear day, when the sea is calm (which, I believe, sometimes occurs, although I have never seen it), and going at the rate of twelve or thirteen knots, the straits appear little more important than a wide river. I have read that the packets are extremely commodious and comfortable; and, as I am not disputatious, but easily pleased, shall say nothing to the contrary. Before you lose sight of one harbor, you appear close to the other-while Cape Grisnez, on the high land between Calais and Boulogne, looks almost near enough to throw a biscuit on shore. Now that steam laughs at distance, and requires neither fair wind nor depth of water, this proximity is doubly dangerous

From London to Dover (now by a ridiculous recent affectation changed into Dovor) the express whirls you in two hours. Having time on hand before the packet sailed, I walked up to " Shakspeare's Cliff;" and, when I reached the summit, repeated the immortal bard's description to myself, the crows, and the "murmuring surge," as in duty bound. The cliff must have declined in height since that beautiful imagery was composed, or is indebted to the genius of the poet for exaggerated proportions. My thoughts in case of war, and it will require proporreverted to Sunium and Leucadia, the temples of Minerva and Apollo, Falconer's Shipwreck," and the sacrifice of the lovesick Sappho. I had seen both the classic headlands of Greece, and thought them more formidable. I looked for the samphire gatherers, but either they had gone to dinner, or the "dreadful trade" has ceased its dangerous attractions. While I was indulging in rumination, "the world forgetting, by the world forgot," a worthy official of the coastguard, whose station was close by, and singularly ill-placed for patrolling the beach below, came up and accosted me. He informed me that I was standing on a very celebrated spot. To this I assented readily; and then inquired if he could tell me of anything remarkable that had ever happened there.

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'O, yes," he answered, "the Duke of Gloucester was going to throw himself over, only Mr. Shakspeare would not let him."

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"How long ago did this happen?" "A good many years." "What Duke of Gloucester?" I ventured to ask, hesitatingly.

This question puzzled my informant for a moment. He had never heard but of two, the late "Silly Billy," and Richard of evil fame, with the hump-back. He knew and had often seen them both-the first in person, the last by deputy, on the stage. He could not be quite positive which, but one of these it was most certainly. Noting down this new reading of King Lear, as a valuable contribution to the next volume of Shakspearean notes and corrigenda, I descended to the steamer and embarked. An hour and a-half, in the improved state of navigation, carries you to Calais. I was once twenty-three hours making the return passage from Calais to Dover, in the teeth of a gale of wind, in a tub of a transport, with a party of maimed invalids. We were unable to fetch our port,

tionate vigilance; but Dover, when the tide is out, is as ugly a coast for an enemy to approach as its defenders could desire. An invading armament will never select that for their point of landing. For convenience, the passage from Folkstone to Boulogne is to be preferred. The packets sail with the tide, the trains being regulated accordingly, and there is no necessity of embarking in a small boat, which, at Dover, not only causes delay, but is sometimes a service of danger.

The pier of Calais is very long, and a favorite_promenade. On the spot where "Louis le Desiré" landed in 1814, a copperplate was let into the stone, bearing an impression of his gouty foot, as he stepped on shore. Many said, at the time, it had but one fault; it should have been turned the other way. 1 looked for it, but it has been removed. The French are not a nation to feel much respect for the memory of a king who was unable from age and obesity to mount a horse, and who, in the hour of danger, was compelled by his infirmities to say, "My children, I cannot lead, but I will follow you." The anti-climax was intolerable. Even while he was alive and on the throne, they indulged in endless caricatures and calembourgs at his expense. When he fled from Paris, on the approach of Napoleon from Elba, in an hour or two after, a huge placard appeared on the gates of the Tuileries, bearing this inscription à louer, bien meublé, si ce n'est la batterie de cuisine que le dernier proprietaire a remporté avec lui." Then, when he returned from Ghent, with a bodyguard of foreign bayonets, they called him "Louis l'Inevitable," and "Louis des Huitres," in allusion to his supposed epicureanism. Soon after a caricature appeared with the head of the king attached to the body of an enormous hog, and underneath was written- "A vendre, un gros cochon, nourri en Angleterre; valu à dix

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