sent for me as a supporter and friend of Sir Robert Peel, at that time our prime minister, to urge Sir Robert to intercede with Louis Philippe to comply with his wishes, promising every possible guar of Lord Eglinton in his gold-inlaid armor. | presidency of the republic if Louis PhiBut otherwise he seems to have fore- lippe would release him, and in that case gathered chiefly, at least after his escape he would give the king his parole never from Ham, with the frequenters of that to return to Europe. He had therefore suspected drawing-room into which English ladies did not enter. By that time the harum-scarum boy of Rome had changed into the silent man, with wandering averted eyes and dull manner, who is familiar in the description of his asso-antee for his good faith. The prince was ciates. The Boulogne episode and the de- full of a plan for a new canal in Nicaragua, tention in prison were then a part of his that promised every kind of advantage to experience. It was on the eve of that wild British commerce. As a precedent for exploit that Lord Malmesbury saw him English official interference I was to standing one night with Persigay, after a quote Earl Grey's in favor of Prince Poparty at Lady Blessington's, both wrapped lignac's release in 1830. I assured the in cloaks on the steps of her house. prince that I would do my best; but added "You look like two conspirators," said the that Lord Aberdeen was our foreign secdiarist, as he passed them, to which Louis retary, and that there was nothing of roNapoleon made the dramatic answer, mance in his character. At this time "You may be nearer right than you think." | Louis Napoleon was deeply engaged in Two days later he had started in a steamer writing the history of artillery, and he took hired for a fortnight, had landed near Boulogne with fifty followers, had marched to the barracks where the soldiers utterly refused to listen to him, had filed before the arrival of the National Guard, had been swamped in a life-boat and picked up clinging to a buoy a short distance from shore. The adventure had ended more seriously for some of his companions, who were killed after they had surrendered, while others requisitioned the horses of some English spectators and got away. His trial had followed immediately, exciting "no interest whatever," though it was generally believed that the sentence would be one of confinement for life. Then had come the imprisonment, and Lord Malmesbury had visited him at the castle of Ham on the Somme when the prince had been confined five years. Early last January," writes Lord Malmesbury in 1845," he sent M. Ornano to London to ask me to come and see him on a matter of vital importance to himself. I was unable to go till now, and having obtained with some difficulty a permission from M. Guizot to see the prince, I went to Ham on April 20. I found him little changed, and very much pleased to see an old friend fresh from the outer world, and that world London. As I had only half a day allowed me for the interview, he confessed that, although his confidence and courage remained unabated, he was weary of his prison, from which he saw no chance of escaping, as he knew that the French government gave him opportunities of doing so that they might shoot him in the act. He stated that a deputation had arrived from Ecuador offering him the 66 an hour in making me explain the meaning of several technical words in English, which he wished translated. He gave me a full account of his failure at Boulogne, which he declared was entirely owing to the sudden illness of the officer of the day, whom he had secured, and who was to have given up the barracks at once. The soldiers had mostly been gained, and the prestige of his name in the French army was universal. To prove this, he assured me that the cavalry escort of lancers who accompanied him to Ham made him constant gestures of sympathy on the road. He then said, 'You see the sentry under my window? I do not know whether he is one of mine or not; if he is he will cross his arms, if not, he will do nothing when I make a sign.' He went to the window and stroked his moustache, but there was no response until three were relieved, when the soldier answered by crossing his arms over his musket. The prince then said, 'You see that my partisans are unknown to me, and so am I to them. My power is in an immortal name, and in that only; but I have waited long enough, and cannot endure imprisonment any longer.' The day after I arrived in London I saw Sir Robert Peel, and related my interview and message to him. He seemed to be greatly interested, and certainly not averse to apply to the French government in the prince's favor, on his conditions, but said he must consult Lord Aberdeen, which of course was inevitable. That evening he wrote to me to say that Lord Aberdeen would not hear of it. Who can tell how this decision of the noble lord may influence future history?" ... From Belgravia. FRENCH DUELLING. The ling has survived in spite of adverse legis- thousand gentlemen are said to have per- WHEN it ceased to be the fashion to wear swords in the last century, pistols were soon substituted for personal encounters. This made duelling far less amusing, more dangerous, and proportionally less popular. The duel in En-Henri Quatre's reign no fewer than four gland received practically its coup de grâce with the new Articles of War of 1844, which discredited the practice in the army by offering gentlemen facilities for public explanation, apology, or arbitration in the presence of their commanding officer. But previous to this "the duel of satisfaction" had assumed the most preposterous forms. Parties agreed to draw lots for pistols and to fight, the one with a loaded, the other with an unloaded weapon. This affair of honor (?) was always at short distances and "pointblank," and the loser was usually killed. Another plan was to go into a dark room together and commence firing. There is a beautiful and pathetic story told of two men, the one a "kind" man and the other a "timid" man, who found themselves unhappily bound to fight, and chose the dark-room duel. The kind man had to fire first, and, not wishing to hurt his adversary, groped his way to the chimneypiece, and, placing the muzzle of his pistol straight up the chimney, pulled the trigger, when, to his consternation, with a frightful yell down came his adversary the "timid" man, who had selected that fatal hiding-place. Another grotesque form was the "medical duel," one swallowing a pill made of bread, the other swallow ing one made of poison. When matters had reached this point, public opinion not unnaturally took a turn for the better, and resolved to stand by the old obsolete law against duelling, whilst enacting new byelaws for the army, which of course reacted powerfully, with a sort of professional authority, upon the practice of bellicose civilians. The duel was originally a mere trial of might, like our prize fight; it was so used by armies and nations, as in the case of David and Goliath, or as when Charles V. challenged Charlemagne to single combat. But in medieval times it got to be also used as a test of right, the feeling of a judicial trial by ordeal entering into the struggle between two persons, each claiming right on his side. The judicial trial by ordeal was abandoned in the reign of Elizabeth, but the practice of private duel The dulness of Louis Philippe's reign and the dissoluteness of Louis Napoleon's both fostered duelling. The present "opportunist" republic bids fair to outbid both. You can hardly take up a French newspaper without reading an account of various duels. Like the suicides in Paris, and the railway assaults in England, duels form a regular and much appreciated item of French daily news. It is difficult to think of M. de Girardin's shooting dead poor Armand Carell- the most brilliant young journalist in France without impatience and disgust, or to read of M. Rochefort's exploit the other day without a smile. The shaking hands in the most cordial way with M. Rochefort, the compliments on his swordsmanship, what time the blood flowed from an ugly wound, inflicted by him as he was mopping his own neck, are all so many little French points (of honor?) which we are sure his challenger, Captain Fournier, was delighted to see noticed in the papers. No doubt every billiard-room and café in Paris gloated over the details, and the heroes, Rochefort and Fournier, were duly fêted and dined together as soon as their respective wounds were sufficiently healed. Meanwhile John Bull reads the tale and grunts out loud, "The whole thing is a brutal farce and the principals' are no better than a couple of asses.' For EIGHT DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage. Remittances should be made by bank draft or check, or by post-office money-order, if possible. If neither of these can be procured, the money should be sent in a registered letter. 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Thou art mine own, when night's worst hours have fled, And faint with fighting phantoms do I lie, Waiting for that the dawn shall truly bring — Thy sweet calm eyes that tears may never shed, Thy pretty hands that touch me silently, Thine arms that fold me like some angel's wing! What does it matter that thou canst not tell Thou canst not now betray me with a kiss, Thou art my own; mine only; none can share, Thy touch, thy presence, none may hear thy voice, Nor twine thine hair, nor press thy small white hand. 'Tis but to me thou art so wondrous fair, 'Tis but my heart that thou dost bid rejoice, 'Tis but beside me thou canst take thy stand. I will be true to thee, mine own, my dream; FAIRYLAND IN MIDSUMMER. SHALL I tell you how one day Into Fairyland we went? Fairy folk were all about, Filling us with glad content; For we came as worshippers Into Nature's temple grand, And the fairies welcome such With the freedom of the land. I first saw Pattison one October morning seven years ago, when, with forty or fifty others, I presented myself in the hall of Lincoln College as a candidate for a scholarship. Each candidate had to provide himself with certificates of good conduct; and Pattison's first remark to me was provoked by the sight of a bundle of some half-dozen of these certificates, with which I had armed myself to meet all contingencies. Taking them from me, and turning them over with a half-puzzled, half-amused look, he said, "What! All this?" I could not help being struck at once with the rector's appearance, with those remarkable features that I had many opportunities of studying during the ensuing years. He was at that time sixty-four. His face was pale with the pale cast of thought, and the deep lines with which it was marked were the result rather of hard thinking than of age. The thin, reddish moustache and beard, and the short, slightly curling brown hair, showed little or no trace of grey; but the somewhat sunken mouth, with the consequent convergence of nose and chin, helped to give the face an aged appearance. This served, however, to bring into prominence the singular brightness of the grey eye, which, whether "glittering," as it has been well described, with the light of some fresh thought, or fixed, as it occasionally was, in the compassionless rigidity of a " stony glare," or mild, almost melting at times, with sympathy, was always deep and searching, and must be regarded as his most striking feature. His voice, in unconstrained conversation, was soft and pleasant; but in official intercourse, or when he was severe, the utterance accompanying the stony glare," would become harsh and nasal; and there were some who, as they expressed it, had only heard the rector "snarl." Once, but only once, so far as I can remember, was a "snarl" given to me. end of the scholarship examination, been summoned to the common-room, where all the college authorities were in conclave assembled to examine the selected candidates viva voce. I had read out a set sentence of Livy, and was pondering on the best way of turning an idiom, when the silence was broken by a nasal "Translate!" which roused me from my reflections, and made me plunge, without further delay, in medias res. In stature, Pattison might have been slightly above the middle height, had he walked erect; but the spare figure was bent, and, in repose, his head often rested on his chest. His step, however, was surprisingly quick and elastic, and his gait retained, nearly to the last, something of almost youthful wiriness and vigor. It was when I had, at the My next meeting with Pattison was also purely official. I had to call upon him, after my election, to have the conditions under which my scholarship was held explained to me, and to be assigned as pupil to one of the college tutors. I found him, with the tutors, in his study on the ground-floor of the rector's lodgings. The walls of the room were covered with books, and the two windows, in front of one of which was his writing-table, looked out upon the quadrangle, with the hall and library. On the mantelpiece, in a small frame, was a photograph of John Henry Newman. After I had listened to the rector's explanations, I hazarded a few questions as to some of the domestic arrangements of college life. The rector referred to either one or the other of the tutors, each of whom, in turn, referred to his colleague, thus giving me an early impression, which I have not been able to forget, of the unwillingness of the Oxford man to commit himself. After that about a week elapsed, when one day the rector's Flemish servant came up to my attic, to ask, with the rector's compliments, whether I would take a walk with him to-morrow, |