present hour, it is the total disregard of self, when in the most elevated positions for influence and example. The star of Napoleon was just rising to its zenith as that of Washington passed away. In point of military genius Napoleon probably equalled, if he did not exceed, any person known in history. In regard to the direction of the interests of a nation, he may have occupied a very high place. He inspired an energy and vigor in the veins of the French people which they sadly needed after the demoralizing sway of centuries of Bourbon kings. With even a small modicum of the wisdom so prominent in Washington, he, too, might have left a people to honor his memory down to the latest times. But it was not so to be. Do you ask the reason? It is this. His motives of action always centred in self. His example gives a warning, but not a guide. Had Napoleon copied the example of Washington, he would have been the idol of all later generations in France; for Washington to have copied the example of Napoleon, would have been simply impossible. CHARLES FRANCIS ADAMS. THE RAJAH'S CLOCK. (By permission.) RAJAH BALPOORA, Prince of Jullinder, Reigned in the land where the Five Rivers ran ; His hall was beauty, his throne was splendor, His whimsical fancy left unknown. * Rajah, Ra'-jah or Rä'-jah. hand; THE RAJAH'S CLOCK. And the feet of a hundred thousand Hindoos Among his treasures eclipsed them all; Brain and fingers of matchless cunning, Counted the seconds and just below ; And near, like windrowed leaves in the weather, Lay mock men's limbs all huddled together, Briskly he stooped where his work begun, And loud on the echoing gong struck one. Clang!—and the hammer that made the clamor Dropped, and lay where it lay before, 267 And the arms of the holder fell off at the shoulder, Dead! ere the great bell's musical thunder In the listening chambers throbbed away— (No eye discovered the hidden wonder While the pendulum's tick, tick, tick, kept tally, Its sign those bodiless limbs shot thro', And the arms of the holders fell off their shoulders, Still as the shells of the sea-floor, sleeping The path of an earthquake ages ago, Rose three men's limbs with a click, click, click, And, joined together, by magic gifted, In stature perfect and motion free, The trio, each with his mallet lifted, Loud on the echoing gong struck three. And the arms of the holders fell off their shoulders, And as many as each hour's figure numbered So many men of that small brigade, THE REIGN OF FERDINAND AND ISABELLA. 269 Whose members the marble floor encumbered, Made themselves, and as soon unmade; As their strokes on the silver gong told twelve. Rajah Balpoora, prince of Jullinder, Died. But the great clock's tireless heart The twelve little sextons played their part. Comes back the clamor of olden wrongs, And our deeds that other souls have gladdened THERON BROWN, IN GOOD CHEER. THE REIGN OF FERDINAND AND ISABELLA. Note 115. THE glories of the age of Charles V. must find their true source in the measures of his illustrious predecessors. It was in their court that Boscan, Mendoza, and the other master spirits were trained, who molded Castilian literature into the new and more classic forms of later times. It was under Gonsalvo de Cordova that Leyva, Pescara, and those great captains with their invincible legions were formed, who enabled Charles V. to dictate laws to Europe for half a century; and it was Columbus who not only led the way, but animated the Spanish navigator with the spirit of discovery. Scarcely was Ferdinand's reign brought to a close before Magellan completed what that monarch had projected, the circumnavigation of the Southern continent. The victorious banners of Cortes had already penetrated into the golden realms of Montezuma; and Pizarro, a few years later, following up the lead of Balboa, embarked on the enterpise which ended in the downfall of the splendid dynasty of the Incas. Thus it is that the seed sown under a good system continues to yield fruit in a bad one. The splendors of foreign conquest in the boasted reign of Charles V. were dearly purchased by the decline of industry at home and the loss of liberty. The patriot will see little to cheer him in this "golden age" of the national history, whose outward show of glory will seem to his penetrating eye only the hectic brilliancy of decay. He will turn to an earlier period, when the nation, emerging from the sloth and license of a babarous age, seemed to renew its ancient energies, and to prepare like a giant to run its course and glancing over the long interval since elapsed, during the first half of which the nation wasted itself on schemes of mad ambition and in the latter has sunk into a state of paralytic torpor, he will fix his eyes on the reign of Ferdinand and Isabella, as the most glorious epoch in the annals of his country. WILLIAM H. PRESCOTT. Note 116. ALFRED THE GREAT. Ir is not without reason that we look back upon Alfred as the typical English king. Both in his greatness and in his imperfections Alfred represents his people: patient, resolute, inexorably attached to duty, and truth, with a certain practical sagacity, but over-careless of logical consistency and sacrificing thought to fact, the future to the moment. The State Church, which we owe to Alfred, confounding |