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from the remote periods of flint and stone up | landic MSS. of great value, anů many curious to the present era of progress and development. records, with brilliantly-illuminated characters, It has a glorious collection of weapons of all said to be as early as the ninth century. The kinds, and ornaments of quaint device and first newspaper ever published in Copenbagen workmanship, too numerous to be mentioned is also to be seen in its very small octavo inhere. The librarian was my cicerone in going fancy, until it reached man's estate in the form over the University Museum, which contains we now get it. magnificent salons ; one of these is elaborately | Hamburg is the next place to be visited, and decorated. The roof is vaulted, and painted from thence to the city with palaces, but without blue, with white and gold divisions. The walls a king, where formerly, when his Britannic and have exquisite carvings of fruit, flowers, birds, Hanoverian Majesty was away at Kensington, fish, and cereals. To my mind, the greatest they used to stick his picture in an arm-chair, curiosity the library contained was a book under a canopy, at Herrenhausen. Chamber. bound in antique fashion, in wooden black lains had to stand by the side, and halberdiers boards. The leaves were of vellum, and in-mount guard over the effigy, which was saluted scribed throughout with Runic characters, about by the courtiers with genuflexions. Poor armthe sixth of an inch long. It is the only book chair at Herrenhausen ! your occupation is of its kind in existence. There were also Ice- ' quite gone now!

M. C.

OUR PARIS CORRESPONDENT.

MY DEAR C-

, it would be far wiser to stop at home, though it The plan for the reorganization of the is affirmed that the journey is only postponed. French army has put our rural population in The season at Compiègne was not so brilliant great commotion. It has been stuck upon the as it generally is ; the excessive wet weather Mairies” of every village, as if our Imperial prevented all out-door pleasure, and their Mamaster wished to try the ground before ven- jesties' guests were debarred, almost entirely, turing too far, and our peasantry are in great the excitement of the hunt. The actors of the alarm; for remark, in spite of all that our - Comédie Fraucaise" played before the Court journalists have to sayjon the subject, the people the last night, when Lord Cowley was noticed

those who cannot pay a substitute-hate the to occupy a seat at a short distance behind the conscription, and employ every means to escape Empress. Her Majesty wore a tulle dress, the honour of “mourire pour la patrie.It

spangled with gold, a red sash, black lace seems this new plan frustrates all combinations pepluma." and diamond head-dress, and looked, to that effect for all the valid ; if a man buys as usual, charming. a“ remplacantin one way, he can be taken in another, until the age of fifty-80 that, no mat

Apropos of the Pope, a short wbile ago the ter how much a poor fellow dislikes leaving his priests in the country received orders from their wife and children for the field of battle, he must different bishops to do a neuvaine (offering of go, if his Sovereign takes a fancy to us neigh-| prayers during nine days) in all the Roman bour's domains. This Prussian system may be churches for the Pope to abandon the temporal good for the Prussians, but whatever does power, and the parishioners appear to relish the Napoleon want to introduce foreign systems for? thing uncommonly-even where a little while Have our soldiers proved themselves so inferior ago such a proposition would have been reof late years that they require a new reorganiza- | pulsed with indignation. This makes one think tion? And if he has been baulked by M. de that the temporal power is losing ground Bismarck in his designs on the Rhenish pro

amongst the most faithful. Some say that vinces, do we want à rain of soldiers to re- the Pope intends to go to America. God venge us? I cannot believe that the Corps Législatif will dare to accept such an unpopular | The Parisians complain sadly at the stagmeasure. Many here are persuaded that we nancy of affairs. Commerce is dreadful ; noshall go to war with Prussia as soon as the thing doing in the way of business; and yet we Exhibition is over.

are now in the good season, as all our usual It was reported that the Empress intended winter gaiety has begun again-the balls at to pass Christmas in Rome. The august lady the opera, at the Hotel de Ville, and at prisadly wants to play a part in the world's affairs. vate houses, without counting the gambling I suppose she imagines that her presence would parties (if that can be considered a gaiety), reassure the Pope: I should think that she where, they say, immense quantities of money would be rather misplaced beside the fallen are lost and won, and that in private houses; Sovereigns that surround the Holy Father and ''tis, true, mostly in the “ demi-monde," for that

April.

is the prevailing occupation amongst the frail ; begged to inform Monsieur Carot that the pic. fair in that class of society.

ture was in his possession, waiting to be claimed As for the theatres, there is nothing much to by the owner. be recorded. I have already mentioned all the Our religious image-shops are full of little pieces of note, which continue to attract. Sar. Jesuses in the manger, receiving the adoration don's last comedy, "Maison neuve," takes, in of the wise men of the East--some in plaster spite of its balf success at the first representa statues as large as life, and at times very grotion, and all Sardon's enemies have had to say tesque, but they excite the admiration of children on it; and there has been attack on attack in and the people, and the shop windows are the papers, and replies on the part of the author, crowded. for Sardon's reputation is a great thorn in the Adieu ! with the compliments of the season. side of his com peers.

Yours truly, The Lyrique Theatre has just brought out

S. A. again “ Der Freischutz,” which is a great treat. By-the-bye, it seems that the director of Her Majesty's Theatre in London is on the point of taking from us our charming Nilsson, the nigbtingale of the Lyrique Theatre. Report

MY YOUNG LO V E. says that she has signed an engagement for two Fears with that person, for which we are very

(An imitation of the Irish.) sorry. However, you will not have her before

BY ELIZABETH TOWNBRIDGE. Your famous Stodare has not succeeded : it seems that his tricks are old ones, known long | My young love is sweet as a June rose's blushes, ago by the Parisians-if you except two or When 'neath the sun's splendour the young bud first three passable ones-80 he is reduced to an

flushes; engagement in a “café chantant."

Her footsteps are light as the fall of the snow-flake, We have had an exhibition of cheeses and | As it softly descends on the breast of the broad lake. fat fowls in the Palais de l'Industrie. Tbe gruyère bas carried off the prize. The I love the bright stars, when at midnight I view fatness of the fowls has excited great disgust

them; amongst the delicate, who pretend that lean

The green branching trees, when the moonbeams peep meat is the best; fat things are generally little

through them;

The clear gladsome voice of the pure new-born river, appreciated by the Parisians, without you ex

When it first greets the banks 'tis to flow through for cept fat ladies, for whom the French, in general,

ever. bare a great predilection.

Monsieur Louis Veuillot's attack on all the French journalists, in his “Odeurs de Paris,"

But for me the stars near her eyes lose their bright. has kept us in a general state of alarm, not

ness; knowing whether he would not have to termi

When her neck they kiss, the fair beams lose their

whiteness : nate the quarrel hy a duel with each, that

Her voice than the river's low ripple is sweeter, mode being the fashion now to re-establish

No fawn on the hillside more graceful or fleeter. peace amongst our public writers; but it seems that, after a few gracious epithets scattered here The brown nuts that cluster in ripe bunches drooping, and there, their wrath is subsided. Several | The light graceful willows o'er summer-streams stoopanswers were very amusing, and I should think made the ultra-Catholic gentleman think that As swaying they yield to the soft wind's caresses, he would bave done as well had he been more Have the colour and fall of her rich wavy tresses. circumspect. Sarcey, of the Opinione Nationale, gave him a dish that he did not well relish. Now her brown eyes' beauty sweet shyness enhances ;

Have you heard that the famous Cardinal Now mirth sparkles forth in her gay, laughing glances, Richelieu's head has been found out, and As I watch the smile that, half-arch and half-simple, brought to the chapel of the Sarbonne? It was | Plays over her soft cheek and deepens its dimple. transferred the other day, with great ceremony, to its mausoleum, the Archbisbop of Paris pre

The pink wreathed shells on the sea's broad edge siding. The cardinal died in 1642. It was he

secking, who founded the Sarbonne.

The white-crested waves on its shallow shore breaking ; The Princess Clotilde gave birth to a Princess

These the hues that unite in her fair rose-tipped

fingers, on the 19th ; it is her first daughter : the other two children are boys.

e other The touch thrills my heart when their clasp on mine

lingers. Monsieur Carot, our landscape painter, has been in quest of a picture lent to an exbibition

xbibition No crystal stream flows, there is no depth in ocean in the country; he could not remember to what More pure or more deep than my fond heart's devotown he had lent it, and wrote to every place he

tion; could think of, but received an answer that it | Were I dead in my grave, and aught ill had marrid, had not been seen. The other day, having her, Advertiged iş several papers, & piicture-seller ! of itself would my arm arise boldly, to guard her.

ing,

Gay summer is past; wealthy autumn is waning, My soul seeking hers, in our fond glances meeting,
No more waving gold in its rich fields remaining ; Shall find in it beauty immortal, unfleeting.
No more to the bees' busy hum do we listen :
On Christmas's brow soon shall holly-wreathes glisten. More dear to my heart shall the wife of my age be

Than the young bride whose beauties now fondly enAbl then comes the happy time nearer and nearer,

gage me;

The love of our youth to the cold grave shall light us, When home to my own happy fireside I bear her

To the sleep whose glad waking shall ever unite us. That home happy still, whate'er else may betide me; While her loving face smiles for ever beside me.

Then hasten, oh happy time! nearer and nearer,

When home to my own happy fireside I bear herAnd when flying time from her lips steal their roses, That home happy still, whate'er evil betide me ; And the shadow of age on her calm brow reposes, While in youth and in age she is ever beside me.

LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES.

possible.”

AT HOME.

couch near the fire. In appearance she was

greatly changed: there was scarcely a vestige of “ It is impossible for you to go out this colour in her face, and her pale sunken cheeks morning," said Ethel, as she stood at the study made her look perhaps worse than she really window, looking out upon the spow. “A few was. hours can't make much difference.”

Ida was much moved when she approached, "It inakes all the difference when anyone is and kissed the marble brow, and took the thin ill,” answered Ida, “and Dr. Wharton says that hand in her own : she choked down her tears, it will do Miss Mordaunt no harm to be read to, but could not utter a word. although he wishes her to be kept as quiet as Miss Mordaunt read her thoughts at a glance,

and said, in a quiet voice, “ You scarcely ex“A very good excuse for your not going.” pected to see me so much changed. Don't vex

I don't want an excuse! How unkind, about me, dear, I'm not in pain, and you are all Ethel. If you had no father or mother and were so kind to me. I have been thinking to-day of ill, how would you like to be left alone so long? those lines of Keble'sTen minutes' walk in my waterproof and goloshes will do me no harm in the snow. Miss

'New mercies each returning day Mordaunt likes to hear the Psalms and Lessons Hover around us while we pray: in the morning, and I am sure it wouldn't be New perils past, new sins forgiven, right to sit down and amuse myself when she New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.' may be expecting me.”

Ethel felt this piece of self-denial on her | And I hope I'm very thankful for the mercies I sister's part to be a reproach to her unwilling- daily receive. Will you read the lessons for the ness to accompany her; but she was too proud day, and the fourteenth chapter of St. John ?” to say a word, and very quickly overcame her “Thank you, darling; now tell me about Ethel. annoyance and sat down to her “Illumination,” Is she trying to do her lessons alone, as her which had engrossed the greater part of every mamma wished? When I am stronger perhaps day for the last week.

she will come to see me, and let me tell her how Ida made her way through wind and snow, kindly I feel towards her, alhough she often bending her head that she might not be blinded think's me so cross. I scarcely expected you by the large flakes which came pelting under on such a morning, but I'm so glad you have ber hat. But she struggled bravely on, and at come ; for I remembered that Ethel had not last reached the door of a tiny cottage, in which been allowed to join your evening 'talks' lately; were the apartments of the invalid, of whom we and I wanted to ask your papa to permit her to last heard in her accustomed place at the Par- do so to-night. You must try to get an influsonage. It was the old, old story one meets with

ence over her, Ida; not by yielding when she overness biography--that of an orphaned gets angry, but by trying to draw her away from child, bereft of home, money, and friends, and herself, and getting her interested for others : this who had been forced to enter on life's hard will teach her kindness and consideration, and battle at the age of eighteen, having to guide by patience and forbearance we shall in time, others whilst feeling that she herself needed I trust, correct her faults of temper and indoguidance, having none to share her sorrows with lence." her, and without a relation in the world.

After sitting down for a few minutes, Ida Ida was shown up-stairs into a small sitting-busied herself in arranging some pretty flowers room, where Miss Mordaunt was resting on a Mrs. Pemberton had sent from the greenhouse,

and placing a bunch of grapes on the table | PAPA. The Iliad is an account of the Trojan within Miss Mordaunt's reach, together with war, showing the terrible effects of discord and her favourite books, and then taking an affec- public quarrels. It was written by Homer. The tionate leave of the invalid she returned home | Odyssey describes the adventures of Ulysses on abundantly rewarded for the pleasure she had his return from the Trojan war to Ithaca. Pabeen able to confer on her friend.

rables, allegories, and metaphors are so much A month had elapsed since we last saw the used by the , Prophets in the Old Testament, family party assembled in the library at the that it is often very difficult to understand Parsonage, where they had again met this them, on account of allusions to customs evening.

with which we are unacquainted. Their "Ethel, my dear,” said her papa, “I cannot figures we

figures were generally taken from Nature, refuse Miss Mordaunt's request; but before we such as the sun, moon, and stars, which may go op let me tell you that the continnance of denote kings, queens, and rulers; stately trees, this pleasure is entirely owing to Miss Mor as cedar, fir, and oak have the same significance. daunt: with her originated the idea of the little Birds and beasts of prey were emblems of opnote-book, which stimulates our inquiries, and pressors, tyrants, and conquerors; heavy rains, gives us so much variety in our conversation.

floods, and fire the grievous judgments of the It is sad to think of the change that has come

Almighty: dew and gentle rains the blessings of orer ber in so short a time.”

the gospel, "It is not so sudden as it appears, my dear,” | Ida. I did not see this other book in the said Mrs. Pemberton. “ Dr. Wharton told me corner - the Lusiad is it, papa ? that, from all he can learn, she was sadly over

Papa. Probably. It is an epic poem written worked the two years before she came to us;

by Camæns, on the establishment of the Portuand the evil has been great on a delicate con

guese government in India; you would not care stitution; sooner or later he fears consumption

for it. will end her sufferings, meanwhile we must all

Ida. What are Cyclones? I heard a gentle. strive to do what we can to alleviate them, and

man from India talking about them, be thankful that God has given us the means to

Papa. It is a technical term given by navihelp her.” "Do you really think she will die?" asked

gators to hurricanes which occur most frequent. Ethel, anxiously.

ly between the equator and the tropics. Their

course describes a curve; they sweep round and “Dr. Wharton gives very little hope of her

round, and the narrower their limit the greater recovery." "I wish I had been to see her before I heard

the whirl. The word is derived from the Greek

kuklos, a circle or wheel. this," said Ethel.

RICHARD. Another book, papa-Hudibras ? “And you have not been ?"

Papa. It was in the mock heroic style, and Two large tears rolled down the cheeks of the

was published in the reign of Charles II. Its wilful, impulsive, yet withal affectionate girl;

author was Samuel Butler, and it was written but she dashed them quickly away. Mr. Pemberton took no notice, believing that

to caricature the Puritans. her own heart reproached her, and hoping that | ETHEL. Papa, you can give it to Dike for it would be a faithful monitor in her future be- | his next birthday present. ' haviour: whilst Ida asked for an explanation of RICHARD. I thought you were a sleep, Ethel, the rord “Allegory.

I don't believe you've heard one word to-night. PAPA. Allegory is the continuance of a me- ! ETHEL. Then allow me to say you're mistaphor (by which I mean when we borrow a taken. I'm dying to ask a question, only you word to express our meaning because of its re- always have so much to say. Please, papa, semblance to it) through a whole book it may who was the odd man Tennyson wrote such a be, or sometimes through one or more sentences

queer poem about ? only, as in Shakespere

Papa. You must give me something more

defined than that before I can help you, my dear. "There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune;

Erhel. I think he lived on the top of a Omitted, all the voyage of their life

pillar. Is bound in shallows and in misery."

Papa. It was Simeon “ Styliteg” (from a

Greek word signifying pillar). This fanatic Æsop's Fables, the Iliad, and the Odyssey are lived in the 4th century, and took up his abode mostly written in allegory.

on the summit of a pillar, where he lived forty IDA. Thank you, papa, I understand now years: he died at Antioch, at the age of 69. the meaning of the word; but what are the two | There were " pillar saints" until the 12th last books about, that you have just named ? century.

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Work at Christmas! Surely that has an un- , was just driving off, when a plump, dimpled, : wonted and un-jovial sound. Work! whilst laughing school-girl of the party -who was já rt: the very word is suggestive of holidays and enough at school, and probably caused her merry-making, Work! while it is supposed teachers an infinity of trouble-apparently to be a season of unlimited goodwill and touched with the mournful expression of the : geniality. Work! when one ought, according poor ragged boy, routed in her pocket and pulled to tradition, to be burning yule logs, eating roast out a shabby little purse, and turned out the beef, drinking wassail, and kissing pretty girls only shilling it contained, and placed it in the under the mistletoe. Nevertheless it is a true boy's hand. Bless that little school-girl! and a sober fact that work at Christmas exists, I should like to have kissed her for her and in a hard and unrelenting form. No doubt charity and true womanly sympathy. But this may appear strange, especially to the sturdy then, you see, it was a proceeding that might little boys and fresh-coloured golden-haired have scandalized that grave and proper beadle girls, just come home from school, aud believing of Soho-square, to say nothing of the young implicitly in Christmas and the fairy-land of the lady and her friends pantomime. What do they know of the hard The name of the workers at Christmas is Legion, work—the downright slavery that has to be and they have to labuur incessantly to promote gone through before the spectacle designed for the extra enjoyment of their fellow-creatures. their especial delectation has been accomplished? It is impossible to enumerate one-half of them How little they dream of the steady labour and in a few paragraphs, but one may mention inci. anxious thought required before the “Golden dentally dressmakers and tailors, who have to Groves of the Galaxy of Glory" can be presented sit up all night and work their fingers to the to their astonished eyes? Or what do they know bone for garments wanted in unreasonable heste; of those poor shivering infants-not older, and one may think, too, of the "young person” who often not so old as themselves-suspended from goes out to play dance-music at ten shillings the “ fies” amidst an atmosphere redolent of a night, and frequently at less, out of which she gas and the fumes of red fire, at a time when has to find herself gloves and wreath, so that they should be quietly slumbering in their little she may look like “one of the company," which cots? I often think of this when seeing inno- she generally does, the only difference being cent faces laugbing with joy, and fat mottled that she is often more agreeable and infinitely hands applauding the fairy-like splendour of better educated than anyone present. One can the “Home of Prince Bon-bon in the Haunt also give a parting glance at the labours of cab of Perpetual Sweetmeats,” and picture to myself and omnibus men, of fly-drivers, railway-guards the poor pale child, almost exhausted after the and porters during this “ festive season." performance, taken shivering home through the | But there are other kinds of work that we cold, slushy streets, to some poor lodging, pos- should consider at this time--works of charity sibly miles from the theatre, and there regaled especially at a period, when giving away beon a supper which is sure to be unwholesome comes a duty. The melancholy colliery acciif, indeed, the poor child is fortunate to get any dent at Barnsley, and the utter destitution at all.

into which so many poor families have been For the well-to-do child, there is no doubt, plunged, demand our deepest sympathies. In Christmas is a happy season. Passing one of the last nuinber of Fun there is a touching car. the bazaars the other day, Your Bohemian hap- toon anent this matter. The sentiment there pened to run against a dear old British mother, embodied, namely, that Britannia cannot sit who was conveying to her cab a perfect brood down by her Christmas fire until she has done of children. My! What happiness was de- something for Barnsley, is admirable, and it is picted on their smiling faces, and what a quantity to be hoped that every one will give their mite of brown-paper parcels and packages of grey- | according to their means, in order to swell the paper—a paper, I believe, peculiar to the toy. | fund for the sufferers. world—were stowed away in the cab! How “The Savage Club Papers" is a book that Miss Dolly would show her legs to the world of should find its way into everyone's hands, inas. Soho through that gauze paper, and how the much as it is one of the best gift-books of the red roof of that Noah's Ark would protrude season. It is true it does not possess a very through its covering! Then came the reverse gorgeous binding, nor is it overdone with exof the picture: a poor, half-starved boy went to pensive tooling or gilt blazonry. So much the open the door of the cab, and looked wistfully better. I like a book that I can take and read at the merry party it contained. He had no by the fireside. The volume itself contains spirit to enter into their light gaiety, even some of the best writing of the young but wellthough it was the “ festive season.” His object tried pens of the day. The illustrations are was to get a copper or two: for, bless you, he charming, and capitally engraved. It is indeed had looked at matters in a “business-light" for cheap, even as a book, but when it is known years--he was obliged to, poor fellow. The cab 'that the proceeds of its sale are to be devoted

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