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that this was the only fault with which Wellington could be reproached during the whole 匠 of that terrible day. Unfortunately for France, he conducted the battle admirably, notwithstanding the delay of the Prussians; he never engaged his troops beyond the necessities and opportunities of the battle; he invariably engaged them judiciously; and he knew how to have a powerful reserve ready for the decisive moment. He came to a critical point, nothing is more certain. But what commander of an army has not? To cite an example: Napoleon at Marengo, found himself in a position quite as much compromised as that of Wellington at Waterloo, when a happy inspiration on the part of Dessaix and the heroic determination of Kellermann converted a defeat into a signal victory."

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The most extravagant of Napoleon's criticisms was that in which he declared that

Wellington had twice resolved upon retreat, but found it impossible. "And thus -O strange eccentricity of human events!-his bad choice of a field of battle, which rendered retreat impossible, was the cause of his success." With this passage most readers are familiar. After pointing out the lines by which the English might easily have fallen back, Lieut.Col. Charras puts a series of questions.

upon Plancenoit; or at seven, when all our cavalry recoiled, despite its valor, from the English centre ?-or half an hour later, when the infantry of the guard, overwhelmed by numbers, redescended the plateau? ** No, Wellington did not think, and never could have thought of retreating, at any moment of the day.'

Col. Charras weighs the criticism. Napoleon Napoleon criticized Wellington, and Lieut. praised himself, and Lieut. Col. Charras values the eulogy. He devotes many cleverlyreasoned and substantial pages to a scrutiny of the French tactics at Waterloo, and points to a succession of manoeuvres which, on grounds of military science, he emphatically condemns. Of course, these judgments, in both cases, must be taken for what they are worth; the principal question is, whether and fairly employs his privileges as a hisLieut.Col. Charras produces fair credentials, torian. One fact, at all events, appears to have been demonstrated-that the Napoleon of Waterloo was decayed, exhausted, demoralized as a general.

The work of Lieut.Col. Charras is a narra

tive, not a disquisition. The critical scrutiny runs through it like a vein, and the points are summed up at the close, but the chapters are never tediously laden with parenthetical "But at what moment did Wellington matter. Uncommon praise, indeed, is due to ever conceive the idea of abandoning the the author of a book so well constructed, field of battle to his adversary? Was it

after he had beaten D'Erlon? Was it after judicious, and impartial. The history is ache had repulsed Ney's first charge, at five companied by an Atlas, containing five excelo'clock, when Bulow made his movement lent maps and plans.

undertaken without any solicitation on the part of the author; the application to him for permission to translate into the French was made through the editor of the Edinburgh Review. Mr. Motley is now residing in the Hague, deeply engaged in studies for his next work, which is a continuation of the history on which his reputation mainly rests.-N. Y. Evening Post.

MOTLEY'S DUTCH REPUBLIC.-A transla- | leading review of the country, written by one of tion of this work is soon to appear in the the best historical writers of Holland. These French language, under the superintendence of various editions and notices have all been M. Guizot, to whom Mr. Motley conceded the right of translation some months ago. A reprint has been published in Amsterdam, and has had a good sale. A translation of the work, complete, has been published, in the German language, at Leipsig and Dresden. A translation into the Dutch language has been made, under the supervision of Mr. Bakhuizen Vanden Brink, the Archivist-in-Chief of the Kingdom of the Netherlands-the most learned man and the cleverest writer in that country. He has written an introductory chapter to the book, of a very complimentary character, and has added many notes and comments. It is publishing in numbers, very handsomely printed, and will scarcely be concluded before the close of the year. An elaborate commendatory article upon the book has just appeared in the "Gids," the

THE young girls of Augsburg, Munich, and Nuremberg, who are obliged to go out when it is dusk, carry knives with which to defend themselves against the "tress-robbers"; but those who are further advanced in years are armed with a more efficacious weapon-a paper full of pepper or snuff.

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From Titan.

THE POET'S WORK.
FROM the full street of human life,
Its jostling gains and paltry strife,
Where with man's meanness all is rife,
I hurry up heaven's viewless stairs,
And casting off earth's weary cares,
Open the pearly gate of prayers.
Behind me swing the doors again,
I hear no more the noise of men;
But far beyond my mortal ken
The forest-arches intertwine,
The stars adown each vista shine,
Swells up a wave of song divine.
I drink in all with greedy ear,
I listen with a childish fear,
My joy wells over with a tear.

Each in his place there seems to stand
In robes of light, a blessed band-
One seems to beckon with a hand:

It is a face I once loved well!

God in that bliss ineffable

My tongue disowns earth's sad farewell.
As onward rolls the flood of song,
I trembling creep amid the throng,
And read the truth of right and wrong.
A hand unveils the primal laws,
I trace the end up to the cause,
Content to wait heaven's grand applause.
The world's vast history near me lies;
I scan its page with burning eyes :
A thick cloud shrouds its destinies.
Yet soft looks all around me smile,
Voices of love float down each aisle :
"Thou must begone a little while;
Meanwhile be brave, and take with thee
An earnest of life's victory,

"

A light across the grave's dark sea.'
They placed a crown upon my head,
With my heart's blood its thorns were red,
One kissed my brows, and tearful said:
"This wand of truth to thee I lend;
A child of song, do thou befriend

Thy fellow men until the end.

Wreath the rich vintage of the mind

Around home-truths, till, free and kind,

Love on the universal wind

Sweeps scorn and bitterness away;

And, as old party creeds decay,

Dawns forth a wiser, nobler day,
When truth, in robes of beauty drest,
Shall seek all homes, a welcome guest,
The bride of every honest breast.
And as weird shells beneath lone sca
Awake a mystic melody,
Mortal, sing thou, what we to thee
Chant, standing on this azure height,
Of the dread voice beyond yon light,
Like many waters in its might.
Speak for the weak against the strong,
Be boldly good thy peers among,
Stainless in conscience, pure of tongue.

Be kind to all, and proud to none,
In thine own home love's genial son,
So shall the hearts of all be won.
And wheresoe'er thy footsteps roam,
In lordly hall, or poor man's home,
Thou'lt hear along the heav'nly dome
Heaven's songs sink down into thy soul,
And, as earth's clouds around thee roll,
We will care's dreariest storm control.
Faith, hope and love on deathless wing
Shall bear thee up to soar and sing,
Till sorrow's dark imagining

Pass like the mists of morning away,
As o'er death's flushed and sleepless bay
Thou seest th' eternal sunbeams play.
Then lay thee down in well-spent days,
Around thy brows thy crown of bays;
Thy meed no other earthly praise:

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Thou hast God's message from the skies,
The light may fall on blinded eyes,
Sing on-sing on-truth never dies."

WOMEN and children!-what a sight
Was there when, gathered to her breast
After their bloody breathless flight,
Calcutta bade the victims rest!
Strong men, with voices weak and low,
Stood by to ask their names, their woe.
Some answered but with choking sighs
And wringing hands; and some stood there
Heedless, with their unconscious eyes
Fixed in a blank and ghostlike stare;
Some told their tale in screams, and some
Covered their faces and were dumb.

One of the throng, a little child,
A fair-haired girl, was all alone;
No mother on her darling smiled,
No brother spoke in cheering tone:
All, all alone, with eyes serene
She gazed upon that strange sad scene.
They came to her, these pitying men,
And one beside her knelt, and took
The orphan to his breast, and then,
With gentle voice, and gentler look,
"Dear child, what is your name?" he cried:.
"I'm mamma's pet," the child replied.

The wild moustache, the rough black beard
Quivered upon her golden head

He laid his broad brown hand, and cleared
His husky throat: "Poor child," he said,
"You are called something more-say yet
Your name."-"I'm just mamma's sweet pet."
O mother in your dismal grave,
O murdered father, hear us vow
Our homage to the ford and brave
To lavish on that baby brow,
To pay in love our sacred debt-
For yours shall be the Nation's pet!
-Chambers's Journal.

L. R.

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CONTENTS OF NO. 720.-13 MARCH, 1858.

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POETRY.-The Poet's Work, 702. Mamma's Pet, 702. The Eve of Election, 703. Havelock, 703.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Universities vs. Gown, 684. Galvanoplastie, 692. Arithmometer, 692. Chinese Modesty, 692. Encyclopedia of Education and Instruction, 688. Dr. Livingstone's New Expedition, 696. Prideaux's Connection of the Old and New Testament, 698. Free African Emigration, 698. Motley's Dutch Republic, in French, 701.

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THE.

From The Quarterly Revie.

The Historic Peerage of England; exhibit-
ing under Alphabetical Arrangement the
Origin, Descent, and Present State of
every Title of Peerage which has existed
in this Country since the Conquest.
Being a New Edition of the "Synopsis
of the Peerage of England" by the late
Sir H Nicolas, G.C.M.G. Revised,
corrected, an continued to the present
time by William Courthope, Esq.," Som-

erset Herald." London. 1857.

it wise, and the respect for it generous, and we are glad that Mr. Courthope has given us an occasion for a colloquy with a wider some of the points of interest public on which the appearance of his book suggests. Though the English Peerage was founded by the Normans, aristocracy as an institution was far earlier amongst us, and indeed, is to be traced in the very first accounts we have of our northern ancestors. It is to be seen in the "Agricola." It was brought into THIS is a handsome and improved edition Britain by the Saxons. How it originated of the valuable work of a great antiquary. nobody can tell. The definition of Aristotle Mr. Courthope has done justice to Sir Harris that ebyévela or nobility of birth, is ¿bxałos Nicolas, as Sir Harris Nicolas to his subject. hourоç Kaì ¿beтǹ—“ ancient wealth and virFew men of modern times have attained tue "-is admirable, but the process by which greater proficiency than he attained, in those these organized themselves into governing genealogical studies which Leibnitz did not orders is not so easy to see. An age restdisdain, which were loved by Cecil and lessly impatient of individual superiority Fuller, and which amused the leisure of finds it difficult even to imagine early heroGibbon and Gray. In this volume the reader worship, and turns from the pedigrees in the can see in the course of a reference of a few Saxon Chronicle with incredulity and weariminutes, the history of any title ever borne ness. Yet then were laid the foundations of in England since the days of William the the state of society during which Europe Norman; and we do not hesitate to pro- became civilized; and all the institutions of nounce it as necessary a companion to the life, and law, and politics grew up during student of English history, as Johnson's times when respect for personal and herediDictionary to the student of the English tary superiority was strongest. language.

Mr. Thackeray observed in a satirical
mood that the "Peerage" was the English-
man's "other Bible." But this is not one of
the common Peerages which lie on the tables
of Tyburnia to tell who is the wife, and what
the age
of the last Whig nobleman appointed
to the government of a colony. This portly
volume, bright as is its exterior, is most rig-
idly business-like in its contents. Age by age,
date by date, each title is traced from its
creation, either to its extinction or its present
possessor. It is essentially what its title im-
ports, a historic work; and contains, there-
fore, many names not to be found in our day
in the English libro d'oro. Now, while this
constitutes great part of its value to the
student, it is likewise the feature which re-
quires to be brought prominently before the
world. It is the historical aspect of Aris-
tocracy of which the public knows least; yet
this is the element which makes the study of

LIVING AGE. DCCXXI. VOL. XX. 45

Certain it is, that though any definite history of the present Peerage must begin, as the work before us begins, with the Conquest, hereditary nobility then existed as an estab lished and understood thing. We find chroniclers of quite early times, such as Ordericus Vitalis, speaking of "ancient families " in the same matter of course way that we do. William of Malmesbury tells us that Rollo sprang from a noble race of Northmen, that had become obsolete through length of time. The knight who carried William's gonfanon at Hastings enjoyed that honor (says the Roman de Rou) from his "antecessours," or ancestors. Wherefore we must not suppose that the nobility of the best houses dates only from 1066, though the plasticity of the Normans had made them adapt themselves in some three generations so completely to their new land, that they made little account of the details of their Scandinavian extraction. And, indeed,

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