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their direction by discarding the month- eclipse, which was to take place on ly column containing the moon's sup- the day in question. When they arrivposed influence on the several mem- ed Lalande was occupied, and there bers of the human body; and as an was no admission; they desired the experiment to ascertain the feeling of astronomer to be informed they had the public on the subject, printed at come to witness the eclipse. An anfirst only 100,000 copies. But the swer was returned that the eclipse was omission was soon detected, nearly over. “Let him know,” exclaimed the whole edition was returned on one of the indignant courtiers, « that their hands, and they were obliged to the Duc de- , the Duchesse de reprint the favorite column. The to- the Marquis de - , &c. &c. are tal annual sale of this work by the waiting, and we expect the eclipse 10 Stationers' Company is nearly half a be repeated.” million copies, besides pirated editions. At the conclusion of the last centuof about 100,000 copies, and two or ry some fortuitous circumstances three reprints of it in France-one at strongly directed the attention of Boulogne, the other at Paris. The the inhabitants of Bologna to an column of predictions of the weather eclipse which was about to take place. in this almanac is regarded by the As the hour approached, the people lower classes with peculiar respect. flocked in crowds to the great square The coachman of an eminent astrono. of the city ; many, the ladies espemer assured his master that he always cially, were provided with chairs, and consulted it to learn if it would rain, tranquilly seated themselves, as in a as he might know thereby whether or theatre, to gaze at the phenomenon. not to clean the carriage harness. The clocks in Bologna were not suffi

ciently accurate, the predicted time of GERMAN WRITERS.

commencement was apparently past; Every German regards a sentence the spectators were impatient, and a in the light of a package, and a pack- general clamor arose, to accelerate the age not for the mail-coach, but for Inovement of the celestial bodies. At the wagon, into which his privilege is length the eclipse began; unluckily it to crowd as inuch as he possibly can. was but a partial one, as after some Having framed a sentence, therefore, delay was sufficiently perceptible. he next proceeds to pack it, which is This was too much for the excited effected partly by unwieldy tails and minds of the good Bolognese, who codicils, but chiefly by enormous pa- with one accord began to hiss the renthetic involutions. All qualifica- sun and moon for affording them tions, limitations, exceptions, illustra- so wretched a spectacle. tions, are stuffed and violently rammed into the bowels of the principal propo

THE COMEDY OF LIFE. sition. That all this equipage of ac- The world is the stage ; men are cessaries is not so arranged as to as- the actors; the events of life form the sist its own orderly developement, no piece ; fortune distributes the parts ; more occurs to a German as any fault, religion governs the performance ; than that in a package of shawls or of philosophers are the spectators ; the carpets, the colors and patterns are opulent occupy the boxes ; the pownot fully displayed. To him it is erful the amphitheatre; the pit is sufficient that they are there.

for the unfortunate ; the disappointed

snuff the candles ; folly composes the ECLIPSES.

music ; and time draws the curtain. During the time that L. F. Lalande superintended the Royal Observatory A volume of poems by the King of in Paris, not long, indeed, before the Bavaria has just been published at revolution, a party from the court pro- Munich. The profits are to be given ceeded to the observatory to see an to an institution devoted to the blind.

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[The epistles, of which the following is a translation, were first published in the year 1795, in “ The Horen," a journal conducted by Schiller, who may, therefore, be regarded as the friend addressed in them; and what is said of him is well suited to his ardent and noble character. These two epistles stand alone among the works of Goethe, as, indeed, they do in the whole field of modern literature ; at least, where else is anything to be found worthy of being compared with those most exquisite and delightful productions of the good sense and good breeding of the Romans, the satires and epistles of Horace ?]


Now that the whole world reads, and that many a reader will only
Turn impatiently over the leaves, and then snatching his own pen
Dexterously graft on the dwarfishest book a new portlier volume,
I too, thou wilt have it, my friend, must add to the number,
Writing to thee about writing, and telling thee all my opinions,
That so others again may broach their opinions about mine,
And wave driving on wave may roll everlastingly onward.
Thus however the fisherman goes out to sea, when the morning
Summons him, if but the wind bids fair; he plies at his task still,
Though his comrades by hundreds are skimming the glittering waters.

Generous friend, thou hast so much at heart,—the good of mankind first, Then that of thine own countrymen, and, above all, of thy next-door Neighbor: thou dreadest the mischief of mischievous books. We have seen such Often, alas! What, then, ought one to do? what might be accomplished, Would honest men knit firmly together! were princes in earnest ! It is a grave, a momentous inquiry, but happens to find me In an agreeable humor. The corn-clad country is smiling Under the warm bright sky, and the gentlest breezes are blowing, Cooling their wings in the waves, and gathering scents from the blossoms; And, to the cheerful the world has a face of gladness ; afar off Care is seen floating away in thin clouds that are ready to vanish.

All that my light slim pen marks down you may easily blot out;
Nor are the traces of types much more enduring or deeper,
Though it is said they defy eternity. True, the black column
Speaks to a thousand at once; but anon, just as every one, after
Seeing his face in the glass, forgets it, in spite of its sweetness,
So words, too, are forgotten, although they be graven by iron.

Speeches are tossed to and fro with such marvellous ease, when a number
Talk away, each only hearing himself in the words that he pours forth,
Yea, only hearing himself in the words that proceed from his neighbor :
Just in the same way feres it with books; all, every reader
Reads himself out of the book that he reads ; nay, has he a strong mind,
Reads himself into the book, and amalgams his thoughts with the author's.

41 ATHENEUM, VOL. 2, 3d series.

Thus it is all lost labor, whene'er you endeavor, by writings,
Man's preconceived inclinations and made-up likings to alter.
But you may do thus much ; you may strengthen him in his opinions,
Or, if he be but a youth, this and that you perchance may inculcate.

Shall I tell you my mind ? it is life, life only, that fashions
Men, and that teaches and trains them ; words mean little, do little.
True, we readily listen to all that confirms our own notions,
But what we hear never forms those notions. When we dislike aught,
We may perhaps go along with its advocate, if he be clever,
But when escaped from his clutches we hasten adown the old sheep-track.
Would you be heard with delight, and be hearkened to willingly, you must
Flatter. Whether you speak to the mob, or to nobles, or princes,
You must tell them all stories that place, as though living, before them
Just what they like, just what they themselves would wish to befal them. -

Think you that all would have listened to Homer, that all would have read him,
Had he not smoothed a way into the heart, persuading his reader
That he is just what he would be ? and do we not in the high palace,
Or in the chieftain's tent, see the warrior exult in the Iliad ?
While in the street, or the market, where citizens gather together,
All far gladlier hear of the craft of the vagrant Ulysses.
There, every warrior beholdeth himself in his helmet and armor ;
Here, in Ulysses, the beggar sees even his rags are ennobled.

Thus was I walking one day on the well-paved quay of the city,
Dearly beloved by old Neptune, in which winged lions are worshipped
Almost as though they were gods, when a tale was a telling. A circle,
Close, thick, breathless, surrounded the voluble tatterdemalion.
“Once,” so he sang, “ I was driven by storms on the shores of an island,
Called by the name of Utopia. I wot not whether another
Out of this company ever set foot there ; it lies in the ocean,
West of the Pillars of Hercules. There I was welcomed most kindly,
Led to an inn hard by, had the best of both eating and drinking,
All were on tiptoe to serve me, my bed was the softest and warmest.
Thus did a month glide swift as a song. I had fully forgotten
Care's grim looks and the furrows of want; when in secret this question
'Gan to disquiet me sore: What face will the reckoning put on,
When thy ineals are all done? There was not a doit in my pocket.
Do not bring me so much, I cried to the host ; but he brought me
Still more dishes and more. This increased my distress, and I could not
Eat any longer 'mid all my uneasiness : so I entreated,
Pray, master host, let my bill be a fair one. At this be grew angry,
Eyed me askance with a dark look, caught up a cudgel and swung it
Over my back, and the blows came pattering down on my shoulders,
Down on my back without mercy, and beat me almost to a mummy.
Fast as I could I ran off, and inquired for the Justice : he forthwith
Sent for the host, who was now grown calm, and grave was his answer :

“So must it be unto all who outrage the laws of our island,
Wrongiug a host whose rights are sacred, and wickedly asking •
After a bill from the man who has courteously treated and fed them.
Was I then tamely to brook such an insult? in my own house too!
No! I should have but a spongo and never a heart in my bosom,
Had not my blood boiled over at such an offence to my honor.'

“ Then said the Justice to me: Friend, think no more of your beating,
For if you had your deserts your punishment would be much harsher.
But if you choose to abide in this island and settle amongst us,
You must prove yourself worthy and fit to be one of our body.'

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“Oh!' I exclaimed, kind Sir, I have most unluckily never
Felt any liking to labor, and nature gave me no talents
So as to earn my bread at my ease ; my brethren all called me
Jack Do-nothing, and turned me away from the house of my father.'

“O then, welcome amongst us,' the Justice replied: thou shalt always Sit at the top of the table whenever the Commons assemble, And shalt have in the senate the place thou nobly deservest.

Only be well on thy guard that no backslidings entice thee
E’èr to disgrace us by working, that no spade ever be met with,
No oar ever be found in thy house ; for if so, in a moment
Thou wert utterly ruined, and no one would honor or feed thee.
But to sit hour after bour in the market-place, folding thy arms thus
Over thy well-filled paunch, and hearing the merriest minstrels
Singing their ballads, and seeing the gay girls dancing, the glad boys
Gambolling : these are the duties that thou must promise and swear to.'”

Such was the story he told; and there was not a hearer whose forehead
Did not grow open and cheerful, and all on that day began wishing
That they could find such a host, nay, that they could get such a beating.


Excellent friend ! thou knittest thy brows; thou exclaimest, that jesting Here has been quite out of place; thy question was grave and momentous, And it required to be answered as gravely. I know not, by heaven, How it has happened that some pert demon of laughter possessed me; But I will now continue more seriously. Men, thou declarest, Men may look after themselves, and watch over their lives and their lessons : Choose they to go wrong, let them ; but think of thy daughters at home, think How these pandering poets are teaching them all that is evil.

This is a mischief, I answer, 'tis easy to remedy ; more so Than many think perhaps. Girls are so good, and so glad to have something They may be busy about. Give the eldest the keys of the cellar, That she may see thy wines placed right whenever the merchant Or when the vintager sends in the barrels of generous liquor. Here will be much for a damsel to look to : such numbers of vessels, Bottles, and emptied casks, to be kept all clean and in order. Oft, too, will sho observe how the must keeps frothing and stirring, And she will pour in more when it falls short: so may the bubbles Easily float to the mouth of the vat; and the noblest of juices Ripen in delicate clearness, to gladden the years that are coming. Daily, moreover, she draws it unweariedly, filling the bottles Ever afresh, that its spirit may always enliven the table.

Next, let another be queen of the kitchen; then, in good earnest, She will have work enough ; dinners and suppers all summer and winter, And they must always be savory, yet without draining the strong box. When spring opens its doors, she has motherly cares for the poultry, Feeding the ducklings betimes in the yard and the yellow-beaked chickens. All that the season produces she brings in its turn to the table, Happy if only before hand. Daily she changes the dishes, Tasking her wits to devise a variety. Soon as the summer Ripens the fruit, she stores for the winter. Down in the cool vault Cabbages lie fermenting, and vinegar mellows the gurkins, While, in the breeze-loving loft, she treasures the gifts of Pomona. Joyfully lists she to the praise from her father, brothers, and sisters ; But if in aught she miscarry, alack! 'tis a greater misfortune, Than if thy debtor absconded and left thee his note for thy money. Thus will the maiden be ever more busy, and quietly grow up Full of all household virtues, and happy the man who shall wed her. Then, if she wishes to read, she will take up a treatise on cooking, Such as the restless presses have issued already by hundreds.

Has she a sister ? her care be the garden. Thou dost pot condemn it, Surely, to girdle thy house with a belt of romantical dampness : But it is laid out neatly in beds for the use of the kitchen, Bearing the wholesomest herbs, and the fruits that make children so happy.

Thus, like a patriarch, let thy own house be a kingdom in little, And let thy offspring around thee be ever thy trustiest servants. If thou hast still more daughters who like sitting quiet and working Works such as women delight in, 'tis only the better : the needle Finds little leisure to rust in the year round: be they so homely While they are staying at home, when abroad they would willingly look like

Ladies with nothing to do. How much, too, has sewing and darning,
Washing and pleating increased ! now that every damsel is wearing
White Arcadian garments, with long-tailed petticoats trailing,
Sweeping the streets and the garden, and stirring a dust in the ball-room.
Verily, had I a whole round dozen of daughters to manage,
I should be ne'er at a loss for employment; they get up employment
All for themselves in abundance; and so not a volume the year through
Should ever come from the book-lender's library over my threshold.



MR. HENRY AUGUSTUS CONSTAN- in less than six months after the first TINE STUBBS was the son of Mr. Jo- ogle, she became Mrs. Stubbs, and he nathan Stubbs; and Mr. Jonathan' received three thousand pounds for Stubbs was the husband of Angelina the use of his name, besides the exStubbs, who was daughter and heiress pectancy of as much more whenever of Benjamin Grogram, Esq. of Ker- his beloved father-in-law should exseymere Hall, a Grecian villa in the change Kerseymere Hall for the vale of Forest Hill, bordering on “ tomb of all the Grograms.” Peckham Rye Common. Miss Ange- I have never seen one of those sillina Grogram had trod the flowery ver spoons which are said to be found path of seven and twenty springs, not in the mouths of certain little cherubs indeed

when they are born ; but I as devout“ Abjuring

ly believe in their existence as I do Forever the society of men;"

in that of a multitude of other things but, in spite of their society, “ living whereof I have had no ocular demona barren sister,” and “ chanting faint stration. I believe, for example, that hymns to the cold, fruitless moon." a lawyer loves honesty better than Neither did she exult in the thought, money ; that a Jew may be a gentlethat she had been able to “ master so man; that a minister inay desert his her blood,” as to " undergo such principles, and not betray his country ; maiden pilgrimage ;" while, in pro- that a Whig may become a convert to portion as she drew nearer and nearer the orthodoxy of Toryism, and his to the half-way house of life's jour- conversion have nothing to do with ney, she became more and inore con- place, patronage, and pels; that a vinced, that

poor rector may travel to a rich dean“ Earthlier happy is the rose distillid. ery, without going along dirty roads; Than that which, withering on the virgin that the rogues who are found out, are

thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.”

the only rogues ; that the green-room

of a theatre is the modern temple of It was under the influence of this Diana ; and that a common-councilconviction that she listened, with man understands politics better than something like iinpatient complacency, he does gherkins and pickled cabbage. to the tender protestations of Mr. Jo. I can believe all these things, though nathan Stubbs, a young man of four I have never witnessed them; and, and twenty, well to do in the world as fortiori, I can believe in the manufaca drysalter in Threadneedle Street, ture of those silver spoons, which are with a pair of black eyes, straight known to be so decisive of a man's legs, ruddy cheeks, and a comely per- prosperity in this world ; because, alson. Her father approved of her beit I have never seen the spoons choice; she approved of her father's themselves, I have seen numberless approbation; Mr. Stubbs approved of instances of their auspicious influence, his good fortune-(for, as already in persons whose success could be rasaid, Angelina was an heiress)—and tionally accounted for in no other way.

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