whole surrounding country seems shroud- | fidgets, lifts his horsehair wig, and preed by an atmosphere which has been tends to make notes, but it is a pretence whipped into the consistency of pea-soup. and nothing more. The day wears on,

. One side of the street is sometimes as night comes, and you see those nocturnal completely hidden from the other side as birds the pressmen adding the torments by á November fog in London. Woe to of countless gas-jets to the suffocating the unlucky housemaid who has inad. temperature, until the compositors' room vertently left open a single window! Re- becomes another inferno, and the printer's pentance in sackcloth and dust is her imps run to and fro incessantly with cans condign punishment.

which may or may not contain water. And thus the enemy speeds up and And the editorials ! Well, they are doubtdown the day through. The heat is sti- | less affected likewise. Heated blood, fling, but people all seek to close every simulated wrath, are in harmony with any avenue of approach. Batten down and sensational matter on hand “ Was there stew is the order of the day. Of two evils any baseness like unto this baseness?" it is by far the least; indeed, the only de. and so on da capo and da capo! fence, and every port is closed as on board Nearly all “the airs that blow" have in ship in bad weather. Should the demon their turn been the theme of some sweet succeed in effecting an entrance, he singer. Even the much-execrated east sweeps through the hall, rushes up-stairs, wind found its laureate in Kingsley, the and bangs every door like a maniac. The verse of Bryant is cloyed by “ the kisses hotel kitchen is a subject of special anxiety of the soft south-west," and Shelley's to the functionaries concerned, and certain deathless ode, vendors of perishable commodities close

O wild West Wind, their shops altogether.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is, Some years ago, in one of the chief cities, the brilliant idea was conceived of an al rises to the thought like a clarion-call. fresco banquet, which, it was argued, in a But who will hymn the Austral“ brickwarm, sunny climate, under the cloudless fielder"? blue skies of another Athens in the south, Long-inured colonists contend that these should be “after the high Roman fashion." | hot winds_kill the germs of fever that Nothing was spared that could contribute abound. But typhoid does not diminish. to the successful reproduction of a classic Has the notion ever got beyond the region repast in ancient Greece or Rome. The of hypothesis ? At what degree of temFalernian wine was absent certainly, but perature are germs asphyxiated? Who then, was there not an abundance of the knows that germs cannot exist at a temfinest products of Australian vintage ? All perature which, though decidedly unpleaswent well until the supreme hour, when, ant, is by no means fatal to other forms tradition relates, swift as the wind from of life? the land of souls came down the shadow Just as in old Flemish cities every feared by colonial hosts, bearing on its housewife possesses a long black cloth sulphureous wings

cloak for a stock article of ordinary use,

so in Australia every one — man, woman, grand dull Odyssean ghosts Athirst to drink the cool blue wine.

has a dust cloak, or coat, always

at hand. There is no resisting such a despoiler, These winds sometimes last two or and in a brief space all was universal rout three days, or even longer. Their cessaand disorderly flight.

tion is sudden and decisive. And then People you meet appear strangely af- the gentle rain comes down, and converts fected by the wind-despot. That staid the dust into mud, and the sun shines out Evangelical curate wears a face flushed once more; not with the weak, watery like a peony, strangely resembling the smile of northern climes, but broadly and peculiar bloom produced by indulgence blandly as the childlike radiation from the in alcoholic nips; that middle-aged lady countenance of Ah Sing in the Chinese district-visitor, with the severe cast of quarter of the town, and under the revive countenance, looks red and excited, and ing influence of the cool ocean-breeze you as self-consciously flurried as though she unsay all the evil things you may have had just been the recipient of “an offer." said beneath the spell of the hot wind and The heated air finds its way into the law the dust-fiend. Alas! the enemy has not courts, the leading counsel mops his face gone forever. It may be to-morrow, or it incessantly, and glares round with the may not be for many days, but some day ferocity of a wild animal. The judge return he will.



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Come 'neath the temple of the morning sky,

And let us pay our orisons to heaven;

The lark is singing as she soars on high, THE MYSTERY OF THE SUFFERING CHILD.

Leaving the nest to which she dropped at Oh, little one, forsaken and so lone, Burying thy unwished face - thy poor young If only prayer and praise be pure and true, heart

They too will rise into the vaulted blue. Learning despair untimely, thine no part In childhood's colored joys — thou question’st What shall our organ be? The winds that

blow. not

And what our choir? The breeze's silver Why thou art here, or whence thy piteous lot; Just knowing grief, thy world a ring of gloom, While clear-voiced streams that, rippling,

chime; Thy naked feet thrust from the unchosen womb

gently flow, To touch the cold of this hard planet's stone !

Will move with us in sweet melodious time. My God, forgive me that I do not understand, Oh come, and we shall keep glad festival, But, tear-blind, walk in faith of thy great love And heaven's high gates will

open at our call.

Leisure Hour. Which gave thy Son to sorrow for our sake!

Help me, so feeble, to be as the hand
By which the orphan-souled thou dost up take,
And lift to light, where we shall know, above!


In ancient days, when all was young,
THEIR angels always do behold God's face:
And, hand to sword, Avenger, by lit eye,

And love and hope were rife, Asks that, as lightning flash, he fierce may fly

Dan Cupid fed on rustic fare, And smite the ostrich-hearts that on the stone

And lived a country life. Have left this little one, despairing, lone,

He rose betimes at break of day, Praying in sobs to heaven. Then pitying And round the country harried : Death,

Upstirring hearts that were unwed, Angel of soft black wing, low-whispering saith, And soothing down the married. Let my arms comfort her with their embrace!"

But then, on wider mischief bent, But thus the Father unto them replies

He hied him to the city; Her angel walks the earth with seeking eyes,

And finding much to suit his taste, Mercy his name, ever in steps of Christ

He stayed there — more's the pity. Treading bare-foot, with sorrow to keep tryst!” As Spring the deep-sunk roots by its warm

Men built him there a golden house, breath,

Bedight with golden stars; Love finds the wretched out in hidden place.

They feasted him on golden grain,

And wine in golden jars.
Sunday Magazine.

They draped his pretty nakedness

In richest cloth of gold,
And set him


in businngao

Where love was bought nad sold.

And thus he led a city life,

Forgetting his nativity; The rosy dawn creeps up the mountain-side,

Since then he's gone from bad to worse, Touching with light, green, copse, and From Cupid to cupidity. grassy lea;


Elliot STOCK. The world to life is wakening far and wide, And songs are heard from every bush and

tree. Come, let us hasten where the white-thorn blows,

SEA DIRGE. Or on the hedges seek the pale blush-rose.

CRUSHED by the waves upon the crag was 1,

Who still must hear these waves among Upl up! The fields are fresh with dews of

the dead, night,

Breaking and brawling on the promontory, And hear you not the strains of Corin's

Sleepless; and sleepless is my weary head! flute? They take the purple hills with such delight

For me did strangers bury on the coast

Within the hateful hearing of the deep, That not an echo in their glades is mute; And earth, and air, and sky are filled with Nor Death, that lulleth all, can lull my ghost, sound:

One sleepless soul among the souls that

sleep! Great Nature's hymn, sweet, passionate, pro

“ Byways of Greek Song." found.

Fortnightly Review.



From The Edinburgh Review. justificatives, of the drafts of state papers,

and of the letters that passed between

Alexander Pavlovitch and his Polish WHEN Prince Adam Czartoryski died friend. The period covered is from 1801 in Paris, in July, 1861, he was more than a nonagenarian, having been born in War, the emperor, but when Prince Adam had

to 1823, two years before the death of saw in 1770, two years before the second already experienced the supreme and ir partition of Poland. In his family longevity is hereditary, and sorrow and exile his official career and his intimacy with

reparable deceptions which closed at once and disappointment do not always kill

the einperor. The first volume is only a their victims. At the time of his death the whole Polish party, at home and and 1809. Quantities of rough notes for

fragment, covering the years between 1770 abroad, was agitated, and men according

a further autobiography exist, but M. de to their different temperaments, and their


says that they are too fragmenmore or less clear-sightedness, either wel.

tary to be built into anything like a concomed or dreaded the outbreak of civil and insurrectionary war, and the passion, matters it is perhaps as well.

secutive narrative. As regards Polish

They could ate drama of a campaign. Not only had

only discover secrets better veiled, and the Hôtel Lambert at that moment its own

sorrows which death has come to heal. share of personal trials, but there existed The narrative, bad it run on, must have many valid public reasons why these me stirred bitter memories, and perhaps for moirs should not, on the death of the this reason the prince never elaborated writer, be given directly to the world. In

his notes about the years of Poland's 1862, one long fragment was, however, greatest anguish. Birds sing only in the allowed to appear.

It referred to the

spring; and if men after the loss of all famous conversation with regard to Po-their illusions lapse into silence, it is beland which occurred at the palace of La

cause, like Wordsworth's heroine, they Tauride, between Alexander Pavlovitch, then under the tutelage of his grand- of that perpetual weight which on their spirit

have no more to say mother the empress Catherine, and Prince

lay. Adam Czartoryski, then a subaltern in the Imperial Guard. Among the papers col. It is none the less tantalizing to have this lected by Prince Ladislaus Czartoryski autobiography close at Austerlitz. We was this famous extract, intended to re- should have wished to follow Adam Czarmind the world of 1862 that the Polish toryski beyond the end of the Coalition, question had once been leniently viewed called in Russia the War of the Forty even by a Muscovite czar, and to show Nations, and to have had his sketches that Poland had once had advocates more of Tilsit and of the campaign in Russia, worthy than the socialists, doctrinaires, still spoken of as its Holy War. These and adventurers who had just hurried her themes have just inspired Count Lyof into another unequal struggle. This book, Tolstoïs “Peace and War,” a book' so arranged as it was by M. Charles de varied and so complicated in its interest Mazade, did attract some attention, but that it is rather a Summa or a Commedia since then another quarter of a century than a mere historical novel. How far has elapsed, another generation has grown

more delightful would it have been had to manhood, and it is to us that M. Charles Prince Adam sketched those eventful de Mazade now presents the early portrait years! He could have given pictures of Prince Adam Czartoryski, as drawn by

even more faithful. He might even have himself.

rivalled the Souvenirs of the young LithuThe book is in two volumes. The sec- anian maid of honor, Mademoiselle de ond is entirely composed of the pièces

Tiesenhäusen (Comtesse de Choiseul.

Gouffier), in her pictures of life at Wilna, Mémoires du Prince Adam Czartoryski et Cor- when Napoleon was not only at its gates, respondance avec l'Empereur Alexandre 1. Avec Préface par M. Ch. de Mazade, de l'Académie Fran- but had stirred the hopes of the Lithua. çaise. 2 vols. Paris: 1887.

nian gentry, whom not all Alexander's

blandishments could win from seeking to these proud and insubordinate families reconstitute their country through the the Czartoryskis were second to none in help of French victories. Prince Adam pretensions, in lineage, and in wealth. has sketched the statesmen of the Coali- Descendants of the Jagellons, they bad tion. We wish that he had gone on to for three hundred years borne the style portray Paulucci and Rostopchine, whose and title of prince, and this Adam Casimir, strategy, along with the snows of a most covetous of a closed crown, actually of. rigorous winter, have left to Alexander fered himself for election to the throne of the prestige of being not only the most Poland when the other competitor in the amiable of European sovereigns, but the field was his relative Stanislaus Poniaonly adversary before whom Napoleon towski. Surnamed the Mæcenas of Posuccumbed.

land, he was not unfit to fill the public While regretting its briefness, let us eye. He was accomplished and generous, examine the fragment we have got. We received foreigners with a stately courtesy, shall assuredly not be disappointed. The and gave to his children an education style is delightful, and the high breeding adapted to their great station and to their and sweet temper of the writer give a greater hopes. Of course he had seen charm to every page. Associated with some military service, but it had been unthe statesmen and generals of this epoch der the Austrian flag, and in his political of really titanic strife, we see two human leanings he was intensely anti-Muscovite. creatures of the most singular qualities, He led a large party. His brother Miand of still more singular positions. Of chael was chancellor of Lithuania; his this pair of friends one is the heir to the sister was married to Prince Lubomirski; crown of all the Russias; the other is the while of his daughters, one was given in heir of Polish palatines and the kinsman marriage to Count Stanislaus Zamoyski, of Polislı kings. One is heir presumptive and the other to Prince Louis of Würtem. to an autocratic sovereignty ; the other is berg, brother of the empress Maria of a hostage, put into the Guard, as an Russia. Israelite of old might have been put into Such was the house. Yet on the birth the priest's office, that he “might eat a of its heir fortune could not have been piece of bread,” and purchase for his fam- said to smile. Poland was torn by facily some measure of pardon or indemnity. tions; its Diets and Dietines were hotbeds This situation is a moving one, and it of intrigue; the nobles were impracticable, would seize on the imagination even if the feud between them and the peasantry there were not already, in the person, had become envenomed. Adam Casimir lineage, character, and accomplishments Czartoryski saw only one thing plainlyof the young Pole, many of the elements the ambition of Catherine and its consewhich a novelist would select for his ro-quent danger to Poland. He sided ac

Novels are after all only the his. cordingly with Stanislaus Leczinski, that tories of what might have taken place; king of Poland who owed his election to and history is not a mere collection of the invasion of Charles XII. (1704), and facts, multiplied and multiplying them- his re-election to the fact that his daughter selves as materials accumulate, but owes Marie was the wife of Louis XV. and its most undying charm to its human in- queen of France. Russia, on the contrary, terest. In these memoirs the human was ever inimical to him, and, Russian interest reaches a high degree of pathos. influence prevailing, he was sent to end

Born in Warsaw in 1770, Adam was the his days in Lorraine, where Nancy owes eldest son of Prince Adam Casimir Czar. to him, even to this day, the many orna. toryski, starost-general of Podolia. War- ments of her stately streets and squares. saw and Cracow were then rivals for the Poland now stood on the brink of the dignity of being capitals of Poland, and precipice over which she was soon to be Warsaw was full of the palaces of the hurled, and the election of Augustus III. Poniatowski, Radzivill, Brühl, and Za- was so much the work of a party that for moyski families. Yet, assuredly, among some years he was not universally ac


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