turns and fell. "One does turn round," said tol, and looked for the piece of cotton in M. he, and died. Gaillardet's ear. On reading M. Dumas's account of his hostile rencontre, we come to this conclusion, that it would have been in better taste if he had not shown off his shooting at a mark to his adversary's seconds, before he had proved what he could do against a living adversary; and that though an Englishman may not, for many reasons, be more anxious to fight a duel than was It could not be seen. M. Dumas fired at hazard. M. Gaillardet threw his head back and -was not hurt. Another statement is drawn up to the effect that the two authors having fired at one another without any harm being done, the seconds thought they had better not go on, for fear they might hurt each Alexandre Dumas, yet that, if obliged to do so, other. Bixio was disappointed, but in 1848 he was wounded mortally himself: he made three he would perform more and boast less than the witty and agreeable author of the Memoirs before us. From The New York Evening Post. "The three sisters were buried side by side; white roses lay upon their breasts, and the coffins were crowned with flowers." O! bear them to their rest! White roses on their breasts and in their hands; Theirs was no outworn life Of failing hopes and unremember'd vows; Had traced no sorrows on their marble brows. O, call them not too young! We translated the following from the "Journal du Commerce," of the Isle de Bourbon:"The zoological gardens have received a specimen of the only one known to exist, of the Monkey-rats, described by De Blainville. It is called the Aye-aye, and comes from the unexplored bushy tail, and its teeth, it would be taken for forests of Madagascar. From its appearance, its a sqirrel. But it is of the size of a large hare; its color is entirely black; and on its back is long and thick hair-like bristles. Its tail, extremely long, has hair at the end, which spreads out bilaterally or horizontally. This tail serves as a sort of parasol to shelter its head when it lies rolled up in a corner. It appears to avoid the daylight, and its eyes, which are large, round, yellowish, and as it were start from the head, God's peace was on their lips-their life was indicate that they are made for the night. Its love. muzzle is smooth and not very prominent; its mouth smallish; its cars large, spread out, and devoid of hair. Each jaw contains two incisive teeth, which are very sharp, and adapted teeth, but after a void space it has molars for gnawing hard substances. It has no canine which, however, it will not allow to be counted. Its fore members have five fingers, armed with claws; four are excessively long, but the fifth is small and appears as if wasted away; They shall come back no more ; Morning shall miss their glad, sweet smiles, and the thumb is shorter, and apparently not capadeep The pine's perpetual roar ble of much resistance. The hind legs have also five toes-four large and long, and supplied Break o'er the spot where side by side they with crooked claws; and the thumb, which apsleep. And will ye still complain, Whose cheeks with unavailing tears are wet They shall be yours again! Beyond this prison-house of dark regret. If perfect sight were ours, pears capable of resistance, has a flat nail. It is said that the animal digs itself a hole; but it escaped one day, and was found perched in a tree. It is fed on a certain description of larvæ."-Lit. Gaz. The Scientific Congress of France of next Ye could not mourn them lost, but humbly say: year, is to be held in the town of Puy en Veley, "The Father gave these flowers, And the dear Father taketh them away." O! bear them to their rest; White roses on their breasts and in their hands, and the Archæological one at Chalons sur Marne. When I hear of "a man of sterling worth," I think that it is frequently the worth of pounds sterling that is meant. TRAVELLING BABIES. of its little limbs shewed that it was in life, and probably in health. obtain a peep at the mysterious darling. Approaching it softly, she addressed the mother in her sweetest tones: THE English at home are a curious people- One of the ladies present, who had tried the not much like what we guess them to be from same experiment and had also failed, seemed at their countrymen in France. They are indig-length determined to satisfy her curiosity, and nant at the mistakes we sometimes make in describing their manners, and judging of their character; but it seems to me-although I must confess I have been but a short time in the country—that accuracy is impossible, and that it is so not less from our want of comprehension than from their excessive oddity. Now, a little while ago, when peeping listlessly into the ladies' waiting-room at a railway station, my attention was attracted by a lady, her little girl, and nurse. "Is this a baby you have?" and at the same time in a dexterous but gentle way removing the shawl from deary's face, she obtained a visi ble instead of a verbal reply to her question, by obtaining a view, amid the mother's blushes, of her little one, who was probably the image of its father-a poodle dog! All were amused, and even the parent smiled. But the finale was yet to come. The child appeared to have seen at least six or seven summers, as the novelists say. She amused A train was heard to arrive, and she immedi herself by running and dancing about shewing her ately arranged her baby-dog's wrapper, and held activity and childish joy in various ways, until it in a far more mother like way than before;— the train bell rang, when a stop was put to her the experience of the last half hour being eviamusement by mamma and nurse jointly calling:dently used to advantage. "Come, baby, come! here's the train!" The While the train was getting ready to renew gigantic baby paid obedience, when lo! the stur- its course, she promenaded the platform; but dy limbs, which a few moments before had dis-Doggy, who had hitherto been an example to played such vigorous powers of movement, were all babies became restless. Whether the change quickly enveloped in an immense shawl, and the poor, helpless baby was carried in nurse's arms to the carriage. from the warm atmosphere of the waiting-room to the keen, wintry air outside affected his lungs, or induced him to wish for a romp on the plat This was a simple circumstance, you will say. form, I know not, but certain it is he began to Yes, but quite unfathomable. How should I de- cry, and from low imploring whines raised the scribe it as a trait of manners? How should I tone to sharp, resolute, I-will-have-my-own-way reason upon it as an indication of character? I barks. In vain did mamma strive to appease stood gazing into the window with an air of such him, and hug him to her bosom, he determin puzzlement as attracted the attention of a re-ed to display his powers of dog language. Just spectable looking person near me. at this crisis one of the guards walked up to the "That is curious!" said I to him-for an Eng-lady, and striving, but in vain, to peep into Tiny's lishmen is so like a ghost, that he never speaks face, he remarked: "Poor little thing! it wants till he is spoken to. something you must give him when you get in"Not curious at all," replied he; "children inside." The train was now ready, and mamma arms go free." and baby vanished. Some time after, in another room of the same kind, where there were persons of both sexes, I stumbled upon another baby; and this by the way, is not wonderful, for in England babies are great travellers-there is no such thing as going anywhere without coming in contact with them. It was a cold, wintry day, a bright fire glowed on the hearth, and the room was almost filled with passengers. My attention was drawn to a young female, who was perambulating the apartment with somethiug in her arms which might be conjectured to be a young baby. What could be the explanation of this scene? The Sphinx could not have read the riddle; but an old woman standing near answered my question in the same words I had heard on the former occasion: "Children in arms go free." "I know that," said I. "Well, Mister-but dogs don't," replied the old woman.-Chambers's Journal. NEW BOOKS. Several of the ladies seemed struck by her The Lands of the Saracen: or, Picture of Pales careless mode of carrying her living charge-tine, Asia Minor, Sicily, and Spain. By Bayard for though she occasionally bent her head, as if Taylor. G. P. Putnam and Co., New York.to soothe the little one, still there was a certain [We can safely commend to our readers a book want of tenderness in her manner, which did not from Mr. Taylor, without having read it. It bespeak either the affectionate mother or faith is sure to be instinct with the life of actual obful nurse. A lady who sat near me, asked of servation and thought-and not a mere compilation from other books.] another: "Do you think it really is a baby that young person carries? "I do not know," she replied, "but if so, and she is its mother, I pity it." Mr. Rutherford's Children-second volume.By the Authors of the Wide, Wide World, Dol lars and Cents, etc. [So Miss W. is not a single lady after all.] Wife and Children have been I rose and walked past the questionable parent, pointing out the advertisement of this booklooking at her burden as I did so; but it was too and urging us to send for it. But we determined closely muffled in the shawl for its features to be to wait, though this was not easy. Messrs. Putseen by a passing glance, although the motions Inam and Co. have our thanks. i From Household Words. THE WRECK OF 'THE ARCTIC.' Он! bark baptized with a name of doom! Where light lies dead, and palsied winds By waves that in their very dance It summons forth our English heart On pulseless shores, where Nature lies And the meteor gleams like a funeral light Why carried the bark that name of doom Where the land has grass and the sky has sheen, And the hill is climbed by the column green!! Ah! one of the Spirits, old and gray, Beneath their shrouds of Mist :- When a ghost of the northern world is near! She left her port-that gallant ship- With heart of fire to quell the wave, Gay, happy hearts upon her deck The prayers that speed the parting guest She left her port the gallant bark Ere long she was a riven thing, And Ruin sat-without a form, Where Wreck had been-without a storm! For the wind, whose voice was a long, low sigh To the eve, without its stars, As it played round the vessel's spars. How many a soul o'ertook ere night The prayer it poured in the morning's light! And, oh! the fond and yearning thoughts As lips that never prayed before That smiled across that sca, And low sweet tones that reached the heart The hopes for others poured like rain, For He who hushed the waves of old, Lay tossing on the sea, Come walking through the gale.— THE ELEVENTH HOUR. BY CALDER CAMPBELL. THE dark, deep river in her sight, And a grave her thoughts within, She creepeth from the crowded streets, Loathing their human din :Wearily creepeth she Where none, but God, can hear or see! Where not a shadow meets Her worn eyes, but the river deep With dark pools in the darksome night, Who sent her there? What sent her there The love of man to hatred turn'd, -An easier way to take sad life, To give death, sadly earn'd By too fond trust, too earnest love, Then cruel burthenings of care always limited the time of its duration, saying to the chaplain, "Briscal, say as much as you like in five-and-twenty minutes; I shall not stay Heap'd the wrong'd soul and bleeding heart longer." above! Underneath the nodding plumes, While anon the mourners follow, Underneath the artillery's tramp Sweeping each safe breast, Calm boy-faces, earthward prest- Underneath the pitiless roar Crossed the gulf from life to-life, Hundreds in a moment knowing This winter I frequently dined with Lord Wellington, and, on the first occasion of doing so, my attention was naturally fixed on observing the manners and conversation of our chief; they seemed perfectly natural, straightforward and open. He conversed with liveliness on most subjects. There was at this period a light-heartedness of manner about him, which betokened more of self-confidence than anxiety or care, and which gave an agreeable tone to the society around him. Although upon his acts depended the fate of nations, few, from observation, could discover that he felt himself in a more responsible position than the youngest subaltern of his army. He seemed to enjoy the boyish tricks of those about him; weighty affairs did not appear to have impaired his zest for the playfulness or jokes of his followers. At table he seldom spoke of military matters, and never of passing events in Portugal; the news of the day from England, the amusements, or social state of Lisbon, or allusions to foreign countries, most frequently formed the topics of his conversation. One day I met there Mr. Sydenham, a friend of Lord Wellington's lately arrived on a visit to him. In the course of conversation at table, this gentleman expressed his satisfaction at Lord Wellington's apparent good looks and health, and added: "With the details you have to think of, the numerous affairs, both political and diplomatic, you have to provide for, added to the military responsibility you have to bear, I cannot conceive how you can sleep in your bed?". "When I throw off my clothes I throw off my cares, and when I turn in my bed it is time to turn out," was Lord Wellington's short and characteristic reply. In our army Lord Wellington's severity and discipline originated as much in a feeling of humanity as that of the love of order and justice. He used to introduce everywhere the idea of duty, into small as well as great things, and inweep-stilled these principles throughout his army. When later he entered France, he wrote: "I will not have the French peasants plundered." And again on another occasion he says: "I do not mind commanding a large or small army, but, large or small, it must obey me, and, above all, it must not plunder." Life, this hard and painful Life, From Loaves of a Dairy. LORD WELLINGTON. LORD WELLINGTON was very regular in attending divine service at our church parade, but No one could accuse the Duke of being prone to compliment; downright and truthful expression was his forte; and as he seemed to think the first might deteriorate from the last, he made no use of it. He was much more given to say. ing what he thought of things and persons, than some people found it convenient to hear; and whenever a man desired to deeply impress his own merit upon the Duke, he was pretty sure to have, in return, in terse and concise words, the Duke's estimation of him. From The Edinburgh Review. Papal Court at Gaeta, may have withdrawn public attention from what, in ordinary times, 1. Esquisse Historique sur le Cardinal Mez- would have been a most memorable event. zofanti. Par A. Manavit. Paris: 1853. But, whatever may have been the occasion of 2. On the extraordinary Powers of Cardinal this seemingly unaccountable neglect, we reMezzofanti as a Linguist. By Thomas gret to say, that, with the exception of two or Watts, Esq. [Proceedings of the Philo- three slight and unsatisfactory notices in the logical Society. January 23, 1852.] Lon- newspapers and critical journals of the time, don : 1852. 3. Catalogo della Libreria dell' Eminentissimo Cardinal Giuseppe Mezzofanti. Compilato per ordine di lingue, da Filippo Bonifazi, Librajo Romano. Roma: 1851. THE Poet Ennius, if we believe the account of Aulus Gellius, was no little vain of his attainments as a linguist, and used to boast that "he had three hearts, because he was able to speak in three tongues, the Greek, the Latin, and the Oscan." What would the good old "Father" have said, if he had had Cardinal Mezzofanti for his theme? It would be a curious physiological problem to determine what degree of physical development in the comparative scale suggested by his quaint illustration, should be taken to represent the faculty of language as it existed in this most wonderful linguist. the literature of his native country,-of Bologna, the place of his birth; of Modena, Florence and Naples, with all which he had long maintained the closest scientific, literary, and friendly relations; above all of Rome, where, for the last twenty years of his life, he was one of the most prominent notabilities,has not as yet produced a single record in any degree worthy of so distinguished a name. The interest, however, which attaches to such a career as that of Cardinal Mezzofanti is a thing entirely apart from the associations of friendship or of country. In one department of liberal study it is entirely without a parallel, and may well be regarded as among the most curious chapters in the annals of the human mind. It is impossible not to feel, that, independently of the interest which must attach to the personal history of any man rising to literary eminence in the face of great difficulties, there is something in the very notion of Mezzofanti's peculiar accomplishment so completely without example, as not only to deserve a permanent record, but even to invite a minute and careful philosophical investigation. Unfortunately, the materials for a complete and satisfactory estimate of his character and attainments are scanty, and difficult of access. The printed materials are, for the most part, mere sketches, vague, declamatory, and often of very doubtful authenticity. Mr. Manavit's essay, the most recent and most ambitious of them It will be easily understood, therefore, that all, is extremely meagre and barren of details; we take advantage of the opportunity affordnor does it even attempt anything like a philo-ed by the publication of the Esquisse of M. sophical analysis of the nature or the extent Manavit, less for its own intrinsic value, than of the Cardinal's acquirements, considered as a means of bringing the whole subject ethnologically. Mr. Watts's short but able under the notice of our readers; availing and scholarlike paper read before the Philo- ourselves not only of the materials collected logical Society, although it is far more valua- by him and by Mr. Watts, but also of much ble in this respect, and is exceedingly inter- additional information, partly gleaned from esting as a collection of the fragmentary no- the Italian and German critical journals, tices of Mezzofanti published by tourists and partly derived from personal knowledge, and others during the several stages of his career, from other private, but perfectly credible yet could not, from its very form, be expected sources. We have included among our mato contain full particulars of his personal his-terials the catalogue of his limited, but exceedtory. And, strange as it may seem, nothing ingly curious library. In itself it is a singudeserving the name of a memoir, much less larly inaccurate and unskilful compilation, and of a regular biography, has as yet appeared in Italy. abounds with the strangest and most amusing blunders. But it is sufficiently correct to be It was understood for some time after the employed as we propose; on a principle Cardinal's death, that his friend and successor similar to that on which geologists undertake, in the charge of the Vatican Library, M. from the vegetable remains of the several Laureani, was engaged in the preparation of geological periods, to arrange and classify the an authentic memoir; and it is probable that various grades of animal life which prevailed this expectation (which has unhappily been in each, and even to describe the structure frustrated by M. Laureani's death) may have and the habits by which they were respectdeterred others from undertaking the task. ively distinguished. Probably, too, the unsettled condition of affairs in Rome at the time of Mezzofanti's death, which occurred during the residence of the It is true that, in many cases, the estimate of a man's attainments derived from a consideration of the books which he has collected, |