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text, is painted on many a psalm. The thus illustrate; there are Bibles coming first verse of the Twenty-second is sha- home from India, from Delhi, with welldowed with his cross. Could any hand marked texts; from Cawnpore, from the draw that portrait ? And all these sketch- ramparts of Lucknow, where the Highes that we have attempted, all that any landers of Havelock stood like tigers at man can collect, are but as a grain of bay; from many a station, where English sand to the countless grains upon the and Irish ladies passed in the gentle glory shore. There are histories that no man of believing womanhood to the land has written or can write ; there are bio- where there are no more tears. What graphies beautiful in the book of life Christian home has not some such, with which no human eye can read ; there are favorite passages italicized by the pencil calendars of home whose rubrics are of a departed saint ? Thus are painted, colored by our hearts; there are texts in and will be painted to the end of time, every grave-yard which have faltered those countless figures that we have spokfrom many a dying lip, and been spoken en of, on the margin of the illustrated from many a pulpit that we might well book of God.

From the London Critic.


We quite concur with the author, or convalescence of marriage, and that comeditor, of this volume when, in his preface, mon-sense and logic are to be found in a he terms the generality of love letters lover's brain in an inverse ratio with the “ ridiculous;" but we are not, therefore, fervor of his affections. persuaded that any amendment in that The most famous collections of love respect is desirable. A great philosopher effusions with which the literature of the has compressed the result of his examina- world has been enriched have always aption into the profound subject of love into peared to us to be very suspicious—to be, this remarkable saying: that “to love after all, mere distortions, or at best pale and be wise is scarce possible even for the calotypes of the original passion. Genegods.” We may assume, therefore, that rally speaking, where a love affair has befor some reason or other—perhaps become famous through the eloquence of cause they are stunned by their fall into either party, it will be found that the relove ; perhaps because it is a sweet intoxi- ciprocity of the passion is at least doubtful, cation of the senses-it is at any rate cer- and that one or other of the parties, findtain that when two persons fall into the ing no satisfactory response in the bosom category of lovers, they usually take leave of the other, has had recourse to pen and of that habit of calm judgment which is paper rather than let all the fine frenzy be commonly called common-sense. Even wasted in the air. It is clear that a love Solomon himself confessed that this was affair can be only half sincere when one one of the four problems which baffled of the persons engaged in it is in different his wisdom ; and shall we pretend to be or unintelligent; and it is for this reason wiser than he ? Let us simply take it for that the poet who indulges in an unrequita fact, reverently believing that there is ed love preserves his mental powers suffisome good reason for it, that true lovers ciently to be able to compose good verses talk, and write, and think nonsense, until on the subject. When once his love is the delirium has been calmed into the rewarded, his senses forsake him, and

away flies the Muse. Take Petrarch and * The Letters of a Betrothed. London: Longmans.

Laura for instance. The affection was 1858.

I entirely on his side: she appears to have

been a particularly cool, self-possessed, and indeed to write letters clever enough to proper young person, not at all unwilling be taken for the compositions of a man to receive the homage of the poet so long whom this clever creature was content to as it contributed to her celebrity, but look upon as a superior being. But, in perfectly aware of the imprudence of truth, (assuming for a moment the business early marriages with gentlemen of literary to be genuine,) the gentleman must, after tastes, and perfectly capable of keeping all, have afforded but a very pale reflecthe poor fellow at arm's length without tion of the lady's passion; for he appears to the aid of a duenna. She appears indeed have been the pursued and not the purto have been the most common-place per- suer. We know a philosopher who mainson possible ; and all that the biographer tains that in every match it is the lady can find to tell us of her is, that she mar- who invariably proposes; by which he ried a husband who was not Petrarch, means that it is she who first intimates, in and “had a large family by him.” Who some unmistakable manner, to the timid can believe that Petrarch's passion for swain that his advances will not be repellsuch an individual was any thing but a ed. With such ungallant philosophy we convenient hook whereon to hang the shall have nothing to do; but in the case splendid work of art-glorious though a of which these letters pretend to give the counterfeit—which so many have taken diagnosis it certainly is the lady who profor the reflection of real passion ? Had poses. We appeal to a jury of ladies. Laura responded to Petrarch's passion, he What would any of them think if she were would have had something better to do to see such a letter as this? than write sonnets to her.

We could multiply these cases to in “Dear Mr.M—: My brother being obliged finity, and dissect them with the same to go to town to-day on business, and your note result. Sappho was desperately in love, requiring an immediate answer, he desires me no doubt; but was Phaon ? Considering to say we shall be delighted to join the pic-nic; the red hair of the lady, and the unfemi- There is plenty of room; and indeed he thinks

and bids me ask if you will come in our boat? nine importance with which she forced you will be very comfortable-more so than in her passion upon him, we are not surprised the W.'s boat, as there are only he and

I, beside that he was not. No one, we presume, the boatman. will care to call the letters of Abelard and “Believe me, dear Mr. MHeloise pictures of true love. They never

“Very truly yours,

HONORIA Nbegan to write until they recovered their senses, and then what was it? As like

Now what is the plain English of this the natural flower as a dried specimen in epistle of N. to M.? 'It is almost an insult an herbarium. No, no; we may be sure to the common-sense of the experienced of this, that whenever a collection of love reader to attempt to explain such an letters is any thing else but the silliest obvious challenge as this; but can any one farrago of nonsense possible, there may entertain a reasonable doubt that the be a great deal of good sense, and elo- writer of this letter had desperately made quence, and learning on one side or the other, but of true love there is very little herself

, and that she was no less desperate

up her mind to have Mr. M— all to indeed.

ly jealous of certain Misses W-who Having made up our minds to this, we are the more satisfied to believe that the the result? The pic-nic comes off, and

were to be of the party? Well, what is collection in this volume is not genuine : M— was most probably a little too and, although the letters pretend to be attentive to one of the Misses W- (she from the lady's side, we do not believe with the fair curls and the blue eyes;) at that any feminine brain has been engaged in the composition of them. The idea any rate there is a quarrel in the boats on which a perusal of them calls up in the dudgeon. Upon this we have the second

way home, and M— goes off in mind is that of the most unfeminine of all letter of the series, and it is positively an created beings a strong-minded woman, apology from Honoria Nwho believes that fine writing is the only medium for expressing the heart's best

"Forgive me, [writes the artless damsel.] Inaffections. The letters from the gentle-deed, indeed, I did not mean to do so; you must man are not given, and here we think the have misunderstood me, and must have miseditor was wise ; for it would be difficult taken what I meant. I hardly remember what

I said; but I know it must have been some- the lady being evidently to give her inthing very stupid, and very different from the tended å taste of her quality in that reidea I intended to convey. It was such a spect. Here, for example, is as fine a happy day, and then, all by my silliness, to end specimen of amour en bergamotte as need so ill!"

be desired: What! ye defenders of woman's rights, is this to be believed—that a young lady, all mild, and balmy, and virginal; with fresh,

“Such a May and June as we have had ! May, standing upon the vantage-ground of glittering, pearly mornings ; warm, bland noons, courtship, should be so forgetful of her and still, sweet evenings; the golden day gradsex's privilege to tyrannize at that time ually and almost imperceptibly merging into as to apologise, to confess that she didn't the silver night. From day to day you could know what she was talking about, to ac- trace her steps in the woods, the gardens, the cuse herself of saying “ something very lanes, the meadows, as she touched into leaf and stupid," and to admit the possibility of blossom each tree, and shrub, and hedge-row, having been guilty of silliness? It is not and gave wings to millions of insects, voice to

of credible.

At any rate, this letter seems to have Now here we fall into a difficulty. If, rather brusqué the affair, for the next note as the editor of this collection seems to from the lady begins, “And so you really suggest, the country damsel ought to love me?” and ends: "Well, I love you, select topics like these, and draw the I feel how much, but I can not say it sources of her inspiration from the matenor how exquisitely and intensely happy rial objects which surround her, what is your letter has made me.” After this, all the town damsel to do? merges into fine writing; the object of

From the Leisure Hour.





The summer sun beats down on the appoints deputies well skilled in comtowers and domes of Peloponnesian Elis, memorating the noble deeds of noble and from that city heralds have gone forth men. Naxos, whose purple grapes the to proclaim a sacred truce throughout rich Athenian loves, and whose strength Greece during the celebration of the the Persian felt at the battle of Platæa, Olympic games. Soon every approach has trained a study race who can as easily to the capital is thronged with men eager win a chaplet as tread a wine-press. Paros for the spectacle. The warlike Macedo- has bidden its sculptors make ready their nian, the rugged Thessalian, the dull Bro- blocks and chisels, for the victors will have tian, the stately Athenian, the peaceful their statues of no other marble than that Arcadian, and the keen-witted Spartan, which is hewn from their quarries, which have alike one common object. The is of so white a hue and so close a grain. Ægean and Ionian seas are covered with Whilst the bowmen and slingers of Crete, gayly-decked vessels from the many islands the dyers of Cythera, the inhospitable of Greece. Lemnos, darkened by the Ithacan, and the sea-faring Corcyrian, huge shadow of Mount Athos, sends up bend their sails to the sacred city of its representatives, on whose false hearts Olympia. a still darker shadow rests. Chios, not But among the number of the journeyunmindful of that blind old man who, ers are those that have made themselves more than four hundred years before, had a name for all time-generals, statesmen, left its rocky shores to sing of the siege philosophers, poets. There is the brave of Troy and the wanderings of Ulysses, and handsome Cimon, whom his impulsive

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countrymen have just recalled from that I wanderer's life, and his heart yearns tobanishment to which their ingratitude wards his native place. But Lygdamis had hurried him. He is tall and majestic, still lives. The lover of liberty can not and his hair falls in clustering curls upon breathe the same air as the oppressor ; so his shoulders. By his side, and no longer he turns aside to the friendly isle of Saat enmity with him, is Pericles, distin. mos, and carries on a secret communicaguished by a vigorous frame, grave aspect, tion with his adherents. At length the and simple costume. His head, carefully tyrant is dethroned, and the blood of covered, is of unusual length, and the Panyasis is avenged. Yet Halicarnassus comic poets, in allusion to this defect, is not free. The nobles, fonder of power style him onion-headed. That venerable than justice, seize the helm of governlooking man, a few paces from him, is ment; and, finding that he can not prove Anaxagoras, who, poor and friendless, has a second time the deliverer of his counhad to remind his former pupil that those try, he leaves it forever, and now seeks, who have need of a lamp must take care at the Olympian festival, the honor which to supply it with oil. Near the philoso- he is denied at home. pher is a sculptor whom Pericles has be The games have commenced when that friended, and whose works are of wonder- goodly company arrives at the scene of ful merit; for all Greece has admired the their celebration. The wrestler has thrice ivory and gold statue of Jupiter which thrown his hardy foe. The rapid runner stands in the temple of that deity at bas reached the appointed goal. The Olympia ; and to compare this with his boxer has dealt his antagonist a final blow. last masterpiece is the chief object of High into the air has hissed the heavy Phidias in that city. There, too, is one quoit. The javelin has sped a wondrous of noble bearing, in the prime of man- length. Twelve times has the chariot hood, the greatest tragic poet then living, circled the course. Already the victor the wise and accomplished Sophocles. He wears the crown of sacred olive, and is in eager conversation with a young man hears his name proclaimed aloud by the about a manuscript which he carries in herald. Already he sees the triumphal his hand, and which the latter intends to car which is to bear him to his native read at the approaching festival. That city, the banquets given in his honor, the manuscript is the first famous Grecian statue raised in the market-place, and his history which has been written, and that name handed down to a remote posterity young man is Herodotus.

by the immortal verse of the hoary-headHe is about twenty-eight years of age, ed Pindar himself. and was born at Halicarnassus, in Asia And now begin the contests in eloMinor, B.C. 484. The name of his father quence, in poetry, and music. The Aris Lyxes; of his mother, Dyro; and he cadian pipers meet not their fellows in the had an uncle who possessed considerable soothing strain. The harpers of Æolia poetical powers, named Panyasis, but who win the guerdon from the cunning playwas cruelly put to death by Lygdamis, ers of Rhodes. The rhapsodists of Corinth the tyrant of Halicarnassus. At the age bear the palm from the minstrels of Arof twenty-five, Herodotus leaves the home gos. The poets of Athens find in those of his fathers and the study of his favorite of Lesbos and Teos not unworthy succesauthors, Homer, Hesiod, Simonides, and sors to Sappho and Anacreon. Æschylus, for the observation of men and Sophocles motions to Herodotus to rise. manners in other countries. He travels And the young man, roused by the greatinto Scythia, where he hears strange ness of the occasion, recites in stirring stories of goat-footed men, of men who tones the history of his researches-the slept six months at a time, who fed on river Alphæus, which flows at his feet, serpents and screeched like bats; into presenting an emblem of his career, awhile Egypt, and measures two of the pyra- running on in obscurity, but at length mids, inquires concerning the source of emerging into light, life, and liberty. the Nile, and sees the sacred crocodiles, He tells how, after the Athenians bad with their crystal and gold ear-rings and burnt Sardis, Darius took bow and arbracelets on their fore-paws. He also rows, and, like Israel's monarch, shot tovisits Syria and Palestine, the northern wards heaven, saying : “So may I be parts of Africa, Ecbatana, and Babylon. avenged on my enemies.” How he comAfter a while, however, he gets tired of a manded one of his attendants, every time

dinner was set before him, to repeat thrice: | hearted ally declared that the number of “ Sire, remember the Athenians.” How, the Median arrows would darken the sun, when he sent heralds into Greece to de- answered: “We will then fight in the mand earth and water, in token of subjec- shade.” He tells of the intrepid Spartans tion, the men of Athens cast them into a at Thermopylæ, performing their exercise deep pit, and the Spartans threw them and combing their hair, according to their into a well, and bade them carry earth custom when about to fight for life and and water to the king from thence. How home. He tells of one of their heroes Xerxes, his son and successor, in a vision who, being dismissed from his post on acof the night saw himself crowned with count of sudden blindness, ordered his the sprig of an olive tree, the branches slave to lead him to the battle, and, rushof which covered the whole earth ; and ing headlong on the foe, perished on the how, in supposed obedience to the vision, field of conflict. He tells of the fall of he prepared to invade Greece, with an Leonidas and the Three Hundred, of the immense army gathered from many na- stone lion raised to his memory at the entions and tribes. How bravely the Per- trance to the pass, and of the inscription sians were equipped, with their tiaras, placed over all : “Stranger, go tell the breastplates, and bucklers; the Indians Lacedæmonians that we lie here, obedient with their colored tunics, bows of cane, to their commands." and iron-tipped arrows; the Caspians When he pronounced these words, with their goat-skin mantles and bright there went up a shout from the assemflashing cimeters; the Ethiopians with bled multitude, which rent the air. The their panthers' and lions' skins, and bows mariners in charge of the vessels catch four cubits long; the Paphlagonians with up the cheer. The neighboring islanders their plaited helmets, the Colchians with echo it back. The Ionian sea rings again. their shields of raw hides, the Thracians Herodotus' fame is won. with their cloaks of many colors. How, But of the succeeding years of his lifeseated on a lofty throne of white marble, what other triumphs he achieved, what Xerxes beheld the whole host, and how other countries he visited—little is rehe wept at the thought that not one of corded. We know, however, that he that countless number would survive to traveled through the Grecian provinces the hundredth year.

for the purpose of improving his great Then the historian tells of Grecian work; that he again recited it at one of courage, and his eye glistens and his the Athenian festivals ; that he was prevoice trembles. He tells of the reply of sented by the assembly with ten talents the Spartan ambassadors to the Persian of the public money, that he at length general who advised them to submit to settled in Italy, and died, full of days, his sovereign : “You know well,” said some time subsequent to the year 408 they, “ what it is to be a slave, but you B.C. His monument, placed outside one know not what it is to be free; for had of the gates of Athens, soon fell into de. you tried liberty, you would advise us to cay; but there is one, raised in the heart fight for it, not with spears but with of every lover of heroism, liberty, and hatchets." He tells of the saying of the learning, which still endures. Lacedæmonian soldier, who, when a faint

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