PERE LA CHAISE. Amid its tones half pensive, half in glee, [The following verses were suggested by a Two great names carved upon a simple stone; The patriot's voice, the poet's softer tone, The one was bred to arms, and served the State; Firm against hostile ranks or storms of sound. To force, to-day I come to keep my word." By Manuel, who assailed the people's wrongs; Béranger, bard of cottage homes and king Of cottage hearths, around thy shrine are Their votive wreaths, the village maidens bring strung. Old men and youths pay homage to thy name, "A poor man's tribute to his father's friend." Forever by the land that gave thee birth? On great deeds done and great things nobly Peace to the ashes of the good and brave! Beneath the soil they lived to grace and save, J. N. THE LAST DAY OF OCTOBER, 1862. As if fair Summer still o'er land and wave Among the withered leaves, and seem to crave The summer sunlight fell and pierced their vine-clad bowers. Pours its vast flood and gently ebbs and flows, Unvexed by storms, while heaven above it. smiles, And earth looks on wrapped in its own repose, Unheeding how they lie, dead violet and Welcome calm Autumn days, whose hours distil Were Nature's chalice drained-her page an A DRIFTING LEAF. H. J. L "EARLY torn from thy tree, When the hurricane broke From the hill to the plain, From the mead to the main, HOPE. —Spectator. WHEN I do think on thee, sweet Hope, and bow, Thou mindest me of Him, the Ruler mild, And bore with wayward murmurs, meek as thou dim; But still with milk and honey-droppings fed, It seems to myself that the notion was clever, Believe that my notion's substantially right. The proof of the pudding's in eating, my weed. COCKNEY CRITICISM.-Among the notices of new music wherewith some of our contemporaries at times delight the world, we see it said of one morceau pour le piano," that"The sparkling roulades of the birds are rendered with great effect." in the heading to this letter. There is a set of "NEWS FROM THE STYX."-The mandate of fashion has gone forth, and as may be read in the Follet, and seen at certain French and Eng lish watering-places, a lady is henceforth, if she Sparkling roulades of the birds!" Well, wishes to be considered as completely furnished, what next we wonder! We suppose we shall to carry a stick. We see no objection to the soon hear of the vibrato of the nightingale, and arrangement, indeed we suppose that it is a logithe sostenuto notes of the blackbird or the thrush. cal necessity consequent upon the increase in Or we may live to see it said of a Prize Canary crinoline. As it is now impossible for a propShow, that such and such a feathered songster erly dressed lady to reach a friend with her hand, had an exquisite organ, and won repeated plau- she is supplied with the means of giving him a dits by the vehemence and clearness of its ut de poke with a stick when desirous to attract his poitrine. Song-writers may, moreover, be catch-attention. All we venture to hope is, that the ing the infection, and may speak of sylvan har- stick is to be blunt at the end, and not armed mony in the jargon of the concert-room, and with a tiny spike, as in the latter case a shortapply to nature the hackneyed terms of art. In-sighted Lord Dundreary, with a large circle of stead of the simple unaffected, "Hark, the lark at Heaven's gate sings," lady-acquaintances eager to speak to him might, on returning home to dress, find himself unpleasantly covered with scars and spots. On we shall be hearing some such stilted stuff as the whole there is more sense in this new conthis: trivance than is usually to be found in the conceptions of the tyrant-milliner.-Punch. The boshiness of ballad-writing long since has A SMOOTH WAY OF GETTING OUT OF IT. disgusted us; and nonsense such as this would-A poet, who is prematurely bald, excuses it be really scarce more silly than much of the fine language we have lately seen in verse. -Punch. in this ingenious and complimentary manner: Baldness," he says, "is only a proof of politeness paid to the beautiful sex. Is it not the duty of a gentleman always to uncover his head in the presence of the ladies?"-Punch. HOW TO SEE THE EXHIBITION IN TEN MINUTES. "The Albany.-My dear Punch: I hate sensations, and I hate most of my fellowcreatures, and I hate trouble of all kinds. If FORGIVENESS OF INJURIES.-So an amnesty there are any other folks who entertain similar is granted to Garibaldi. Very good. In Eng feelings, I think they will be as grateful to me-land when we have trodden on the toe of a great pooh, nobody is grateful-but I think they ought man, we beg his pardon. In Italy you pardon to say I have done them a civil thing in telling him when you have shot him in the ankle.them that I have made the discovery announced Punch. 1. Chronicles of Carlingford. Part 10, 2. The Water-Babies. Chap. 3. By Prof. Kingsley, Macmillan's Magazine, 4. Lady Diplomatists, 5. Specie Payments.-National Currency.-Sinking PAGE. Blackwood's Magazine, 482 495 Edinburgh Review, 506 518 POETRY.-The Widow and Orphan's Friend, 517. The Beauty of Winter, 517. SHORT ARTICLES.-Expenditure of Silver in Photography, 494. Lady Physicians, 494. Cod Liver Oil for Fattening Cattle, 494. Turkey Braised, 505. A Swiss Soup, 505. Charade, 526. THE WAR Powers of the PRESIDENT, and the Legislative Powers of Congress in Rela tion to Rebellion, Treason, and Slavery. By William Whiting. Boston: John L. Shorey. 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It was all her quivering thoughts, painfully following her son into lips would say. an imaginary and unequal conflict with the The sight of her had roused Vincent. wife of the rebellious deacon; and while the "You were going to escape," he said. "Do Salem congregation in general occupied it- you forget your word? Must I tell her self with conjectures how this internal divi- everything, or must I place you in surer sion could be healed, and what the pastor custody? You have broken your word." would do, the pastor himself was doing the "My word! I did not give you my word," very last thing he ought to have done in the she cried, eagerly. "No. I-I never said circumstances-lingering down Grange Lane and," after a pause, "if I had said it, in the broad daylight with intent to pass how do you imagine I was going to escape? Lady Western's door-that door from which Escape! from what? That is the worsthe had himself emerged a very few minutes one cannot escape," said the miserable before. Why did he turn back and loiter woman, speaking as if by an uncontrollable again along that unprofitable way? He did impulse, "never more; especially if one not venture to ask himself the question; he keeps quiet in one place and has nothing to only did it in an utterly unreasonable access do," she continued after a pause, recovering of jealousy and rage. If he had been Lady herself by strange gleams now and then for Western's accepted lover instead of the hope- a moment; "that is why I came out, to esless worshipper afar off of that bright unat-cape, as you say, for half an hour, Mr. Vintainable creature, he could still have had no cent. Besides, I don't have news enough— possible right to forbid the entrance of Mr. Fordham at that garden gate. He went back with a mad, unreasoning impulse, only excusable in consideration of the excited state of mind into which so many past events a syllable! and you expect me to sit still, had concurred to throw him. But the door opened again as he passed it. Instinctively Vincent stood still, without knowing why. It was not Mr. Fordham who came out. It was a stealthy figure, which made a tremulous pause at sight of him, and, uttering a cry of dismay, fixed eyes which still gleamed, but had lost all their steadiness, upon his face. Vincent felt that he would not have recognized her anywhere but at this door. Her thin lips, which had once closed so firmly, and expressed with such distinctness the flying shades of amusement and ridicule, "We agreed that I was to stay with Alice," hung apart loosely, with a perpetual quiver she said. "You forget I am staying with of hidden emotion. Her face, always dark Alice; she-she keeps me safe, you know. and colorless, yet bearing such an unmistak- Ah! people change so; I am sometimes— able tone of vigor and strength, was haggard half afraid-of Alice, Mr. Vincent. and ghastly; her once assured and steady step furtive and trembling. She gave him an appalled look, and uttered a little cry. She shivered as she looked at him, making desperate vain efforts to recover her composure and conceal the agitation into which his sudden appearance had thrown her. But nature at last had triumphed over this woman who had defied her so long. She had not strength left to accomplish the cheat. because I have given my word? Besides," after another breathless pause, and another gleam of self-recovery, "the laws of honor don't extend to women. We are weak, and we are allowed to lie." "You are speaking wildly," said Vincent, with some compassion and some horror, putting his hand on her arm to guide her back to the house. Mrs. Hilyard gave a slight convulsive start, drew away from his touch, and gazed upon him with an agony of fright and terror in her eyes. My child is like her-my child-she did not know me!" cried the wretched woman, with a sob that came out of the depths of her heart; "after all that happened, she did not know me! To be sure, that was quite natural," she went on again, once more recovering her balance for an instant," she could not know me! and I am not beautiful, like Lady Western, to please a child's eye. Beauty is good-very good. I was once pretty myself; any man would have forgiven me as you did when Alice came with her lovely face; but I dare say your mother would not have minded had it been she. Ah, that reminds me," said Mrs. Hilyard, gradually acquiring a little more steadiness, "that was why I came out: to go to your mother-to ask if perhaps she had heard anything-from my child." "This is madness," said Vincent; "you know my mother could not possibly hear about your child; you want to escape-I can see it in your eyes." "If you will tell me what kind of things people can escape from, I will answer you," said his strange companion, still becoming more composed. “Hush! I said what was true. The governess, you know, had your address. Is it very long since yesterday when I got that news from Dover? Never mind. I dare say I am asking wild questions that cannot have any answer. Do you remember being here with me once before? Do you remember looking through the grating and seeing ? Ah, there is Mr. Fordham now with Alice! Poor young man!" said Mrs. Hilyard, turning once more to look at him, still vigilant and anxious, but with a softened glance. "Poor minister! I told you not to fall in love with her lovely face. I told you she was kind, too kind-she does not mean any harm. I warned you. Who could have thought then that we should have so much to do with each other?" she resumed, shrinking from him, and trying to conceal how she shrank with another convulsive shiver; "but you were going to visit your people or something. I must not keep you, Mr. Vincent; you must go away." sends me any further news-nothing about my child? Women are only wild animals when their children are taken from them. I will forget it and go away for news-news! That is what I want. Escape!" she repeated, with a miserable cry; "who can escape? I do not understand what it means." "But you must not leave this house," said Vincent, firmly. "You understand what I mean. You must not leave Lady Western. Go with her where she pleases; but unless you promise on your honor to remain here, and with her, I shall be obliged to "Hush!" she said, trembling-"hush! My honor!-and you still trust in it? I will promise," she continued, turning and looking anxiously round into the dull winter daylight, as if calculating what chance she had of rushing away and eluding him. Then her eyes returned to the face of the young man, who stood firm and watchful beside her-agitated, yet so much stronger, calmer, even more resolute than she; then shrinking back, and keeping her eyes, with a kind of fascinated gaze, upon his face, she repeated the words slowly, "I promiseupon my honor. I will not go away-es cape as you call it. If I should go mad, that will not matter. Yes, ring the bell for me. You are the stronger now. I will obey you and go back. You have taken a woman's parole, Mr. Vincent," she went on with a strange spasmodic shadow of that old movement of her mouth; "it will be curious to note if she can keep it. Good-by-goodby." She spoke with a trembling desperation of calmness, mastering herself with all her power. She did not remove her eyes from his face till the door had been opened. "Not till you have returned to the house; and given me your word of honor," said Vin-"I promise on my honor," she repeated, cent, "not to escape or to attempt to escape; or else I must tell her everything, or place you in surer custody. I will not leave you here." 'My word! but women are not bound by their honor; our honor means. -not our word," cried Mrs. Hilyard, wildly; "my parole he means; soldiers and heroes and men of honor give their parole; you don't exact it from women. Words are not kept to us, Mr. Vincent; do you expect us to keep them? Yes, yes; I know I am talking wildly. Is it strange, do you think ? But what if I give you my word, and nobody with again a gleam of terror, as Vincent stood watching. Then the door closed, shutting in that tragic, wretched figure. She was gone back to her prison, with her misery, from which she could not escape. In that same garden, Vincent, with the sharp eyes of love and despair, even while watching her, had caught afar off a vision of two figures together, walking slowly, one leaning on the other, with the lingering steps of happiness. The sight went to his heart with a dull pang of certainty, which crushed down in a moment the useless effervescence of his former mood. His prisoner and he |