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returned to Nohant after her return from the au Diable, are the most perfect, though not convent; and transferring her recollections perhaps the most interesting, that she has 10 one of the best of her heroines, she has written. They are free from all that proworked in Edmée a charming picture of a vokes censure in her other writings—from

theories, from declamation, from indelicacy. young light-hearted girl revelling in the first They move as with a quiet flow that is irreunchecked communion with nature, stimu- sistibly fascinating, and are full of beauties lated by fresh air and exercise, and excited of language to which it is impossible to do by the spectacle of a varied scenery into the justice. first sallies of meditative romance.

If we place side by side Lélia and La How deeply she has been penetrated by Mare au Diable, the novels most typical of what she has observed and known of human her earlier and her later stages, and com

pare the audacity, the pruriency, the strong life in rural districts, is shown by her having personal feeling manifested in the former made it the basis of a style of fiction per- with the sweet purity and artistic tranquillity fectly new. She has written idyls true to of the latter, we may see that during the life, masterly in art, and yet interesting. period which elapsed between the two the She began the series with Jeanne, a fanciful authoress must herself have greatly changed. tale, of which the strange superstitions of the The spring of impetuous passion passes peasantry of the centre of France form the away, and the autumn of matured power

and chastened wishes arrives. But although groundwork. The heroine is, however, an the change may be great and indisputable, exceptional peasant, a Joan of Arc undevel- yet it would be quite untrue to speak of oped ; not to be tempted into marriage, and George Sand as appearing under two phases abiding with a simplicity, half sublime and wholly distinct. There was always a mixture half idiotic, by the terms of a strange vow, of purity with impurity, of sense, with nonwhich, deceived by the strick of some idle sense, of honest desire to be right with the travellers into thinking she has had an inti

most distorted conceptions of right and mation from Heaven, she has made, to be earlier works; and the old fire of a mind

wrong, which was traceable throughout her chaste, poor, and humble. "Jeanne was,” struggling, suffering, doubting, hoping, lovsays the authoress, “ one of those pure types ing, and hating, burns and shines through such as are still found in the country, which the quietude of her later tales. View her are so admirable and so mysterious that they from whatever side we may, and judge of seem made for a golden age. Such types her by whatever of her novels we may chance. are not sufficiently known. In painting they to light on, we shall always leave her with have been represented; but poets have al- mingled feelings of admiration and regret. ways disfigured them by wishing to idealize | But if we look at her works as a whole, and or change them, forgetting that their essence read several of them in succession, her charand their originality consist in its being im- acter, we think, will rise in our estimation, possible to no more than guess what they although the works themselves lose interest are." In Jeanne such a character is very by their prolixity, their want of plot, and skilfully worked out; but it would be difti- their surfeiting fullness of vague theorizing cult to believe that the heroine is not ideal- being thus forced on our notice. We catch ized, and, at any rate, she is avowedly excep-through them glimpses of a woman with tional. In the later novels of the series, many faults,--haste, rashness, morbid sentiLa Mare au Diable, La petite Fadette, and mentalism, and a proneness to indulge in a François le Champi, her aim has been to secondhand philosophy often caught up from leave the exceptional for the ordinary, to men inferior to herself,—but still in the seek for idyllic beauties in the extreme of main truthful; loving in a blind and capripastoral simplicity, and to make her bucolic cious way what is good; touched to the happiness keep within the limits of what heart by the misfortunes of others ; indigwould be possible in every hamlet. She de-nant at the sophistries and the success of pends for her effect upon analyzing and ex- polished vice and conventional virtue. If in hibiting the play of the more innocent emo- the midst of the display of her great inteltions. The love of a girl for a neighbor's lectual gifts she sometimes startles us by little child in La Mare au Diable, the mu- moral errors, she never shocks us by moral tual lore of twins in La petite l'adette, and depravity. The more we try her by a formaternal affection in. François le Champi, eign standard, and the better we appreciate supply materials sufficiently piquant for the the circumstances under which she wrote, and quiet pathos of an idyl. George Sand seems the influences to which she was exposed, the to get strength by touching the soil. Her more gently and sparingly we shall censure tales of country life, and especially La Mare her.

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WE REAR NO WAR-DEFYING FLAG. AMONG THE HEATHER. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO, AMENDED. , markable as the productions of a peasant at a This exquisite ballad, constructed by Robert time of great popular discontent.] - Chambers'

Journal. Burns out of a different and somewhat exceptionable lyric, has always left something to be We rear no war-defying flag, wished for and regretted: it is not complete. Though armed for battle still ; But who would venture to add to a song of The feeble, if he likc, may bragBurns? As Burns left it, it runs thus :

The powerful never will.
John Anderson, my jo, John,

The flag we rear in every breeze,
When we were first acquent,

Float where it may, or when,
You locks were like the raven,

Waves forth a signal o'er the seas
Your bonnie brow was brent :

Of “Peace, good-will to men !
But now your brow is bald, John,

For arms, we waft across the waves
Your locks are like the snaw;

The fruits of every clime;
But blessings on your frosty pow,

For death, the truth that cheers and saves : John Anderson, my jo.

What mission more sublime !

For flames, we send the lights afar “ John Anderson, my jo, John,

Outflashed from press and pen ;
We clamb the hill thegither ;

And for the slogans used in war
And mony a canty day, John,

Cry_"Peace, good-will to men!”
We've had wi' ane anither;

But are there states who never cease
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,

To hate or envy ours?

And who esteem our wish for peace
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo."

As proof of waning powers?

Let them but dare the trial! High Fine as this is, it does not quite satisfy a con

Shall wave our war-flag, then, templative mind; when one has gone so far, he

And woe to those who change our cry locks and longs for something more-some- Of “Peace, good-will to men !” thing beyond the foot of the hill. Many a reader of Burns must have felt this; and it is

AMONG THE .HEATHER. quite probable that many have attempted to

R SONG supply the deficiency; but we know of only ono success in so hazardous an experiment. This One evening walking out, I o’ertook a modest is the added verse :

colleen, “ John Anderson, my jo, John,

When the wind was blowing cool, and the harWhen we have slept thegither,

vest leaves were falling. The sleep that a' maun sleep, John,

Is our road, by chance, the same? might we We'll wake wi' ane anither;

travel on together? And in that better warld, John,

“O I keep the mountain side (she replied) Nao sorrow shall we know ;

among the heather." Nor fear we c'er shall part again,

“Your mountain air is sweet when the days are John Anderson, my jo.”

long and sunny, Simple, touching, true-nothing wanting, and When the grass grows round the rocks, and the nothing to spare; precisely harmonizing with

whinbloom smells like honey ; the original stanzas, and improving them by But the winter's coming fast with its foggy, the fact of completing them. This poetical snowy weather, achievement is attributed to Mr. Charles Gould And you'll find it bleak and chill on your bill a gentleman of our town, whose life has been among the beather.chiefly devoted to the successful combination of She praised her mountain home; and I'll praise figures--but not figures of rhetoric. The verse it too, with reason, was written some years ago, but it has not For where Molly is, there's sunshine and hitherto found its way into print; yet it well

flowers at every season. deserves to be incorporated with the original Be the moorland black or white, does it signify song in any future edition of Burn's poems, a feather, and we hope some publisher will act on this Now I know the way by heart, every part, suggestion.- Home Journal.

among the heather ? WE REAR NO WAR-DEFYING FLAG.

The sun goes down in haste, and the night falls

thick and stormy ; This piece is from The Poetical Works of Yet I'd travel twenty miles with the welcome Robert Story (Longman), a volume of minor

that's before me; poetry, written throughout a course of more Singing hi for Eskydun, in the teeth of wind than thirty years, yet, from first to last, exbibit- and weather! ing a curious equality in tone and merit. The Love 'ill warm me as I go through the snow, most spirited are the political poems, which, among

the heather. W. ALLINGHAM. being of a high, conservative tendency, are re- -Dublin University Magazine.

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From The New Monthly Magazine. Blessed Virgin ; and a still more grevious WATERTONIANA.*

fall, the result of which was the breaking up We have a great regard for Mr. Water- by main force of a callous that had formed ton. We have not the pleasure of his per- betwixt the hand and arm, and several pages sonal acquaintance, but his character is in defence of the contemned class of boneclearly revealed in his writings, with which setters. It is extraordinary to contemplate we have been familiar from early years, and in , a character like that of our naturalist we esteem him accordingly. Neither do we great powers of observation cultivated to the quarrel with him for his prejudices, violent highest perfection, and great natural ability though they be. Johnson liked an honest ripened by education and reflection, united hater, and Waterton had some excuse for his to a child-like simplicity and a docile faith. antipathies. As a staunch Romanist, we do It is a combination very rarely to be met with, not expect him to laud Henry VIII. and and it is much to be admired, even when Queen Elizabeth ; and as an avowed Jacob- the conclusions arrived at cannot be readily ite, he is not likely to admire Dutch Wil- admitted. liam as much as Lord Macaulay admires

At the onset of his last rovings, Mr. him. His hatred of Hanoverian rats is not Waterton visited, in company with his sistersonly pardonable, but praiseworthy. We sin-in-law, the Tyrolean Ecstatica at the monascerely wish he could rid the country of the tery of Caldaro. He was as much edified as pest. As a writer of natural history, Water- those who have preceded him on the same ton takes rank amongst the highest and best. holy pilgrimage. He makes no remark upon He is second only to Gilbert White, the de- the circumstance of nearly a whole day's delay lightful historian of Selborne.

having occured before they were permitted to Waterton is now in his seventy-sixth year. see the favored maiden, but he concludes : Eheu fugaces! May it be long ere the final valediction—R. I. P.-shall be pro- tant readers say to this most extraordinary

“ Now, what, I ask, will my good Protegnounced over him! The hale and temperate narrative—true and correct, as I have a soul naturalist, who is endowed with a constitu- to save ? It is, and it will be, utterly inextion of iron, ought to live to ninety-or even plicable to them, so long as they continue to a hundred-publishing a volume of contribu- stand aloof from the ancient faith ; which, tions to natural history, coupled with auto- they have been informed, by acts of parliabiographical sketches, every two years. It ment, from the days of the sad change, is

both damnable and idolatrous." would be welasme as the present. The portrait of the uistinguished naturalist with

A still greater demand is made upon our which we are here presented, was painted in credulity upon the occasion of a visit to the 1824, about the time when in our “ hot the Santa Casa in the church of Our Lady at youth" we' first read the “ Wanderings."

» Loretto : In the last page but one of his Autobiogra- “ That Supreme Being who can raise us phy continued in the second volume of his all at the last day, could surely order the Essays on Natural History,” Mr. Waterton Santa Casa which was inhabited by the

blessed Virgin, when she lived in Nazareth, bade farewell to the reader and to that de- to be transported from Judea to the place lightful pursuit at the same time; but it was where it now stands, if such were His will not destined to be so. The fire of his spirit and pleasure. There are authentic proofs of was unquenched by age, and his love of its miraculous transition ; but the belief of it travel and adventure untamed even by mis- is optional with every Catholic, as the Church haps. He has lived to put on record a few has pronounced nothing on the subject. more reminiscences of nature, a few more

Millions upon millions of pilgrims have al

ready visited it, and millions in times to come observations on men and things generally, will, no doubt, follow their example. I bealways entertaining for their originality lieve in the miracle.” und shrewdness; and some more mishaps,

It is exceedingly entertaining to mark how imongst which a tumble into the basin of

curiously the yearnings of the veteran naturDover at midnight, from whence he was ex- alist surge to the surface amid the religious tricated by the miraculous medal of the

lucubrations of the aged philosopher. In * Essay on Natural History. Third Series. the same room as the Ecstatica, he tells us, By Charles Waterton, Esq. Longman and Co. 1667.


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blem of the Ecstatica’s innocence and purity.” | current in books of travel, and transferred In Austrian Italy he only saw one solitary thence into works on natural history in refercrow and a small flock of finches throughout ence to the habits and manners of the mona whole day's journey: "Birds, indeed," he key tribe. " These amusing anecdotes in remarks, seem to be forbidden all protec- support of the marvellous,” he says, "may tion in this portion of our earthly paradise.” all be very well to frighten children or to On the way to Bologna, "cats were sunning make them laugh, but, like Martin Luther's themselves at the windows of the houses, but reformation, they are not orthodox." The dogs, upon the whole, seemed scarce. In idea of monkeys settling anywhere, of their the city itself was the incorrupt body of St. throwing sand or sticks, driving away other Catherine of Bologna : "we saw it, and we animals, carrying off human beings, and other had the finest opportunity of examining it current notions, are rejected with utter conwith great attention.” " At Rimini, now tempt. His method of showing that the celebrated for its miraculous picture of the same animals never can be put on a par with blessed Virgin, we could see the smaller human beings in point of intelligence, is species of bats on wing as the night set in.” peculiarly characteristic. He is speaking at We only wonder they did not fly by day—it the time of a visit paid to the great red must be a perpetual night at Rimini: orang-outang, or more properly, uran-utan,

Some of the observations in natural history which was a short time back exhibited in the made by the way-side are amusing enough Zoological Gardens: of themselves. Cats and dogs being scarce • Having observed his mild demeanor and in Venice, is, we are told, one cause of the his placid countenance, I felt satisfied that if plentitude of pigeons. The many homes ever the animal had been subject to paroxafforded by the richly decorative architecture ysms of anger when free in its native woods

those of the place, and the use of fire-arms being since it had become a captive under the

paroxysms had been effectually subdued forbidden within the city, are perhaps more dominion of civilized man. prominent causes.

"Acting under this impression, I asked perThe Autobiography of the fine old man mission to enter the apartment in which it with the silvery head, one of the last few was confined ; and permission was immedirepresentatives of the Jacobites of old, and ately granted by a keeper in attendance. of those who are faithful to Church tradi

“As I approached the orang-outang, he tions, is followed by a new History of the into an examination of each other's

met me about half way, and we soon entered

persons. Monkey Family; one of the main objects of Nothing struck me more forcibly than the which it is to show that monkeys are espe- uncommon softness of the inside of his bands. cially, if not solely, adapted for living in Those of a delicate lady could not have

The only exception noticed by Mr. shown a finer texture. He took hold of my Waterton is the little colony of Gibraltar wrist and fingered the blue veins therein apes; but we might mention a more remark- tion at the protuberance of his enormous

contained, whilst I myself was lost in admiraable instance in the case of the Saadan, or mouth. He most obligingly let me open it, “ Satyrs of the Desert,” which dwell in the and thus I had the best opportunity of extamarisk jungle of the Euphrates, where amining his two fine rows of teeth. there are no trees, nor are these great apes “We then placed our hands around each solicitous of such, for, armed with powerful other's necks, and we kept them there awhile, canines, they hold their enemies tightly

as though we had really been excited by an grasped, and fight, not singly, but in troops. of time in me were I to pen down an account

impulse of fraternal affection. It were loss This ape—the Macacus Arabicus of system of the many gambols which took place be atists-is the Sayrim or “hairy one of twixt us, and I might draw too much upon Levit. xvii. 7; and it is also well described in the reader's patience. Suffice it then to say, Isa. xiii. 21, and again, xxxiv. 14, where the that the surrounding spectators seemed wonimage is perfect, when we picture to ourselves derfully amused at the solemn farce before

them. the “hairy ones ” lurking about the river in the tamarisk jungle.

“Whilst it was going on I could not help Mr. Waterton himself, so easy of belief in outang, every now and then, was fixed on

remarking that the sunken eye of the orangmatters of religion, is unsparing in his scepti- something outside of the apartment. I recism in regard to the innumerable narratives i marked this to the keeper, who was standing

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in the crowd at a short distance. He pointed shadow of an equality with the intellect of to a young stripling of a coxcomb. • That rational man. All monkeys are infinitely bedandy,' said he, has been teasing the orang- low us—ay, infinitely indeed. Rude, shameoutang a little while ago; and I would not less, uncalculating beasts they are, and beasts answer for the consequences could the animal they will remain to the very end of time, un have an opportunity of springing at him.' less some unforeseen catastrophe, ordered by

" This great ape from Borneo exhibited a an all-wise Providence, should root out their kind and gentle demeanor, and he appeared whole race from the face of the earth, as we pleased with my familiarity.

imagine has already been done with those Having fully satisfied myself how com- antediluvian animals the fossil remains of pletely the natural propensities of a wild which have been so scientifically lectured animal from the forest may be molified, and upon and so cleverly portrayed by the masterultimately subdued by art and by gentleness hand of Mr. Waterhouse Hawkins.” on the part of rational man, I took my leave

The anecdote is worthy of the author of of this interesting prisoner, scraping and the veracious history of the Yahoos and the bowing with affected gravity as I retired from his apartment.

Houyhnhms; not as regards veracity, for " Up to this time our ape had shown a whatever Mr. Watertoni relates we hold to be suavity of manners and a continued decorum unimpeachable (notwithstanding the discredit truly astonishing in any individual of his with which his story of riding a cayman was family : I say of his family, because in days at first received by persons little versed in now long gone by, when our intercourse with t..e natural history of the reptile tribe), but Africa was much more frequent than it is at in the coarse, yet practical manner in which present, I have known apes, baboons, and monkeys brought over from Guinea to Guiana, the true animal nature of the beast is illusnotorious for their forbidding and outrageous

trated. The reader may remember the very habits. This orang-outang, however, by his first thing that “ the cursed brood” of Yahoog affability and correctness, appeared to make did on the appearance of Mr. Gulliver among amends for the sins of his brethren. • Na-them, and the satirist portrayed in fiction ture seemed to have done with her resent that which Mr. Waterton has propounded in ments in him ;' and I bade him farewell, impressed with the notion that he was a

sober philosophy namely, that there is model of perfection, which might be imitated nothing that distinguishes man from animals with advantage even by some of our own more than a regard for decency. By the species.

same argument, instead of nations, as it is But, alas ! I was most egregiously de- often presumed, having attained a higher deceived in the good opinion which I had entertained of him, for scarcely had I retired hair gree of civilisation when they throw off such a dozen paces from the late scene of action, regard to decency, the reverse in the case, when an affair occurred which beggars all and all signs of such disregard and of such description. In truth, I cannot describe it— boasted indifference only lower a people in I don't know how to describe it-my pen re- the scale of humanity. fuses to describe it. I can only give an out- Waterton has a power of pathos akin to line, and leave the rest to be imagined. that of his favorite author, Sterne. His visit

“This interesting son of Borneo advanced to Jenny, a "wild little woman of the woods," with slow and solemn gravity to the bars of exhibited in Mrs. Wombwell's menagerie, is his prison, and took å position exactly in front of the assembled spectators.

The very touchingly told : ground upon which he stood was dry, but " Jenny has no appearance whatever of a immediately it became a pool of water, by tail

, for she is a veritable ape. Her skin is no means from a pure source.

Ladies blushed as black as a sloe in the hedge, whilst her fur and hid their faces, whilst gentlemen laughed appears curly and brown. Her eyes are outright.

beautiful; but there is no white in them; and "I was scandalised beyond measure at this her ears are as small in proportion as those manifest want of good breeding on the part


negress. .... I happened to be among of this shaggy gentleman from the forests of the crowd of spectators outside Jenny's little

He confirmed forever my early apartment (for she was not exhibited with opinion that, although apes naturally possess the other wild beasts) when she made her uncommon powers of mimicry, and that these final appearance before the liberal inhabitants powers can be improved to a surprising of Scarborough. Having mounted the steps degree under the tutelary hand of man, which led up to the room, in order that I nevertheless, neither time, nor teaching, nor might take my leave of her, Jenny put her treatment, can ever raise apes even to the arms round my neck; she looked wistfully

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