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BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN.

WHAT though the name is old and oft repeated, What though a thousand beings bear it now; And true hearts oft the gentle word have greeted,

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What though 'tis hallowed by a poet's vow? We ever love the rose, and yet its blooming Is a familiar rapture to the eye,

And yon bright star we hail, although its looming

Age after age has lit the northern sky. As starry beams o'er troubled billows stealing, As garden odors to the desert blown, In bosoms faint a gladsome hope revealing, Like patriot music or affection's toneThus, thus for aye, the name of Mary spoken By lips or text, with magic-like control, The course of present thought has quickly broken,

And stirred the fountains of my inmost soul.
'The sweetest tales of human weal and sorrow,
The fairest trophies of the limner's fame,
To my fond fancy, Mary, seem to borrow

Celestial halos from thy gentle name:
The Grecian artist gleaned from many faces,
And in perfect whole the parts combined,
So have I counted o'er dear woman's graces
To form the Mary of my ardent mind.

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Quench, ye types, your feeble ray,
Shadows, ye may melt away!
Prophecy, your work is done;
Gospel ages have begun!
Temple! quench your altar fires,
For these radiant angel-choirs
To a ruined world proclaim-
Christ is born in Bethlehem!

Pillow'd is His infant head
On a borrow'd manger-bed!
He, around whose throne above
Angels hymn'd their songs of love,
Now is wrapt by virgin hands
In earth's meanest swaddling bands;
Once adored by seraphim!
Now a Babe in Bethlehem !

Eastern sages from afar,
Guided by a mystic star,
Follow'd, till its lustre mild
Brought them to the heav'nly Child.
May each providence to me
Like a guiding meteor be,
Bringing nearer unto Him,
Once the Babe of Bethlehem !

-Altar Stones

From The Athenæum.

Memoirs of the Duke of Ragusa from 1792 to 1832-[Mémoires du Duc de Raguse, &c.]. Printed from the Original Manuscript. Vol. I. Paris, Perrotin.

the young general would not long be content to act as a subordinate of the Directory.

The Duke of Ragusa, whose more familiar and more illustrious appellation, Marshal Marmont, will always be revived in the

THE Duke of Ragusa began the composi-story of the Napoleonic Campaigns, is caretion of these Memoirs in 1828, and wrote a ful to begin, after a lofty protestation of his continuous narrative which, with the cor- patriotism and integrity, with a recapitularespondence interspersed, will occupy eight tion of the family annals. "My name," he octavo volumes. It was obviously his inten- says, "is Viesse. My family is ancient and tion to place on record a series of deliberate honorable." It was Low Country by origin, views, in connection with the history of but became Burgundian by three centuries France under the Empire and the Restora- of settlement. From immemorial time it tion, and especially in connection with the had been devoted to the military profession. character of Napoleon Bonaparte. The There were Viesses in the armies of Louis "devoted hands" to which, before his the Twelfth, and of the Great Condé; a death, he consigned the manuscript, were Viesse was among the heroes of Fribourg. charged "to publish it without making the The father of the Marshal won and wore, at slightest alteration, even under pretence of eighteen years of age, the chivalrous Cross improving the style, and without suffering of St. Louis. This glorious genealogy, of any additions, abridgments, or suppressions course, inspired with military predilections of the text.' These instructions, the anony- the youth who was born at Chatillon-surmous editor assures us, have been fulfilled Seine in July, 1774. The elder Viesse, in with literal precision. The Memoirs are the laurel shade of a cynical retirement, published exactly as they were dictated. undertook the intellectual culture of his son. We are, therefore, in possession of the Marshal's sentiments, expressed in the form elected by himself. Whatever reserve may be remarked in the Memoirs is his own; whatever is freely stated was written for publicity. In fact, the editor's responsibility is limited by the sense of the note dated from Venice, in November, 1851, which enjoined him to assume to himself no discretion whatever in the publication of the manuscript. "I intend," said the Duke, "to write of that which I have done, of that which I have seen, and of that I have been in a position to understand better than others; and I shall not trespass beyond the limits indicated by my reason and my feelings."

The first volume contains three "books," relating to the writer's lineage and early life, the youthful career of Bonaparte, the siege of Toulon, the Reign of Terror, the Italian campaign, resulting in the peace of Campo-Formio; Napoleon's initiatory political movements in France, and the Egyptian expedition-military subjects, of course, predominating. It is important to study the opinions of Napoleon's comrade, counsellor, and friend, the Marshal, who understood his character, and who foresaw, or affects to have foreseen, that, after Lodi and Arcola,

"From the day of my birth to my fifteenth, year, my father did not lose sight of me for a single day." The course of education adopted at Chatillon had two objects—to give the boy a good constitution, and to render him ambitious. The plan succeeded, and the vigorous son of soldiers was tempted towards a military life-a temptation which his father at first resisted. In his fifteenth year, however, he wore epaulettes and a sword, and, while at the Abbé Rousselot's school at Dijon, first saw the young artillery officer, Bonaparte. It became at once his desire to enter the same regiment; but an examination was necessary, and the ordeal took place at Chalons.

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The celebrated Laplace, then examiner in the Artillery School, was a man of the most serious appearance; his sad and severe face, his black dress, his fringed ruffles, the state of his sight-gave him a very imshade over his eyes-rendered necessary by posing air. If we add the importance and solemnity of the occasion to the reflections natural to the candidate as to the consequences of success or failure, it may be imagined with what anxiety, disquietude, Examiner's table. I experienced those senand sinking of the heart we approached the sations to a degree quite extraordinary, even so much so as to suspend the activity of my mind; it was the first time in my life that I

He said to Marmont:

had been agitated by the consciousness of an because he thought the time inopportune all-important interest at stake. In the for change." course of my career I have undergone many trials, but my faculties have never deserted me; on the contrary, they have generally he would have modified his policy, re-estab "If Robespierre had remained in power, been quickened in proportion to the danger lished order, and governed by law; we or the importance of the occasion; but in this instance it was otherwise: my brain wandered, and I could not tell M. Laplace what my name was when he asked me!"

However, Laplace soothed down this emotion, and the candidate, in his eighteenth year, became a sub-lieutenant of artillery. His first victory, as here recorded, seems to have been over the wife of an absent artillery captain. His first defeat was at the gambling tables of Montmedy, where he lost all he possessed, and more, at play. While in garrison there he heard of "the murder of the king," and next year, 1793, before Toulon, saw Bonaparte for the second time. After the capture of the place, and during the massacres that ensued

"Bonaparte, already powerful, exerted his influence successfully on several occasions to obtain the pardon of the unhappy creatures who came with their petitions to me.' Here is a curious anecdote of the confusion that follows a victory:

"On the day after our entry, the servant of an officer of engineers attached to the besieging army had foolishly followed a party of unfortunates, marching to execution, with the intention of witnessing the horrible spectacle. Suddenly one of the soldiers of the escort saw him, and fancying ho was one of the prisoners endeavoring to escape, seized and compelled him, in spite of his shrieks and protestations, to join the group of the condemned. A few minutes later and he would have perished, had not one of his master's friends, attracted by a similar curiosity, recognized and reclaimed

him."

should have attained that result without convulsion, because it would have been

brought about by power; they think they will bring it about by revolution, and that revolution will only lead to others."

Without attempting to trace the course of these remarkable Memoirs through the series of consecutive events that preceded the Egyptian Expedition, though in all parts they bring a vivid light to the aid of the historical inquirer, we will note some of the more conspicuous of the Marshal's observations. He professes an unmitigated contempt for the bourgeoisie of Paris. They are always convinced of their own heroism, he says, when there is nothing to fear-an expression introductory to his account of Bonaparte's appointment as Commander-inchief, in the interior, and of his own appointment as Bonaparte's aide-de-camp. Hastening from the Rhine to Paris he found him exhibiting "extraordinary à plomb, an air of grandeur altogether new to me, and a perpetually increasing consciousness of his own importance."

They both frequented the soirées of Barras and Madame Tallien, the queen of the Di

rectors' little Court.

"All that the imagination can conceive, scarcely approach the reality of her loveliliness; young, beautiful as the antique ideal, dressed with admirable taste, her demeanor was marked at once by grace and dignity."

harnais a passion to which Marmont alBonaparte, enamored of Madame Beauludes with some contempt-lost no opportuBonaparte was now general of a brigade, nity of making himself agreeable to the and second in command of the Italian artil- general body of the Directory, and to Barras lery. Then came the fall of Robespierre, in particular. But the great Italian camthe accusation and arrest of the young Cor-paign was in preparation, and he and his sican commander, "eight or ten days of aide-de-camp were parted from this fascinatanguish," an acquittal, and the utterance by Bonaparte to Marmont of his opinion concerning the astonishing intelligence from

Paris.

"He considered the fall of Robespierre at that moment a public misfortune, not becauso he was a partisan of his system, but

ing society. "There was in the 21st regiment of Chasseurs," says Marmont in his familiar way, "an officer whom we rather liked-Junot and I-his name was Murat.' Ho accompanied the expedition. So closes the first book of the Memoirs.

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The second brings Massena, Augereau,

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