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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Aldine, Vol. 5, No. 1., January, 1872 + A Typographic Art Journal + +Author: Various + +Release Date: February 17, 2005 [EBook #15092] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ALDINE, VOL. 5, NO. 1., *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sandra Brown and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +</pre> + + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page4" + id="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a name="frontis" + id="frontis"><img width="600" + src="images/frontis.jpg" + alt="A VENETIAN FESTIVAL.—C. HULK." /></a><br /> + + <h4>A VENETIAN FESTIVAL.—C. HULK.</h4> + </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page5" + id="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span> + + <h1>THE ALDINE,</h1> + + <h2>A</h2> + + <h2>TYPOGRAPHIC ART JOURNAL</h2> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:30%;"> + <img width="250" + src="images/02.png" + alt="title page decoration" /> + </div><br /> + <br /> + + <p class="center">"<i>Il ne faut pas tant regarder ce qu'on + doit faire que ce qu'on peut faire</i>."</p><br /> + <br /> + + <h3>VOLUME V.</h3><br /> + + <h4>NEW YORK:<br /> + JAMES SUTTON & COMPANY.</h4> + + <h4>1873.</h4><span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" + id="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span> <br /> + <br /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:40%;"> + <img width="250" + src="images/04.png" + alt="anchor" /> + </div><br /> + + <p>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by + JAMES SUTTON, JR., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress + at Washington, D. C.</p><br /> + <br /> + + + <p>"<i>THE ALDINE PRESS</i>."—JAMES SUTTON & Co., + Printers, 58 Maiden Lane, New York.</p><br /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" + id="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span> + <hr class="full" /> + <br /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:50%;"> + <a name="fig60" + id="fig60"><img width="100%" + src="images/60.jpg" + alt="Lady Reading" /></a> + </div> + + <h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + <table width="600" + align="center" + cellpadding="2" + summary="Contents"> + <tr> + <td align="left">Abyssinia, A Peep at</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">186</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Adirondacks, The Heart of the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">194</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">After the Comet</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.L. Alden</i></td> + + <td align="right">136</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">A Great Master and His Greatest + Work</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">83</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Aldine Chromos for 1873</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">228</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Alpine World, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">134</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">America, Home Life in</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">76</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">American Robin, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Darling</i></td> + + <td align="right">327</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Angling, A Few Words on</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">155</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Architecture</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W. Von Humboldt</i></td> + + <td align="right">43</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#art">Art</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">28</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Artistic Evening, An</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">248</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Art-Musee in America, An</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Erastus South</i></td> + + <td align="right">127</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Art, Roman</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Ottfreid Müller</i></td> + + <td align="right">32</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">At Rest. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julia C.R. Dorr</i></td> + + <td align="right">234</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">August in the Woods</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">161</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ausable, Morning on the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">40</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Authorship, Style in</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Stewart</i></td> + + <td align="right">75</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Autumn Rambles</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">212</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">A Yarn</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Uncle Bluejacket</i></td> + + <td align="right">216</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Babes in the Wood, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">223</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Badger Hunting</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">225</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Barry Cornwall, To. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.C. Swinburne</i></td> + + <td align="right">50</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Beauty, Of</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Bacon</i>.</td> + + <td align="right">107</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Beside the Sea. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mary E. Bradley</i></td> + + <td align="right">161</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Biography</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">65</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Bishop's Oak</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Caroline Cheesebro</i>'</td> + + <td align="right">172</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Black Gnat, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.R.M.</i></td> + + <td align="right">34</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Blood Money</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">207</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Blue-Birds</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">163</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Books, Borrowing</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Leigh Hunt</i></td> + + <td align="right">36</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"Bridge of Sighs," Hood's</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">50</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Bronte's (Charlotte) Brother and + Father</td> + + <td align="right"><i>January Searle</i></td> + + <td align="right">111</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Building of the Ship, The. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Longfellow</i></td> + + <td align="right">89</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Cedar Bird, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">85</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Celebration of the Passover, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">64</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Chase, After the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">227</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Chet's, Miss, Club</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Caroline Cheesbro'</i></td> + + <td align="right">59</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Children, Loss of Little</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Leigh Hunt</i></td> + + <td align="right">104</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Chinese Stories</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">215</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Christmas Trees</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">234</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#coleridge">Coleridge as a + Plagiarist</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">23</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#coming">Coming Out of + School</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">12</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Cosas de Espana</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">86</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Crown Diamonds and other Gems</td> + + <td align="right"><i>S.F. Corkran</i></td> + + <td align="right">181</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Daisies, Among The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.S. Isaacs</i></td> + + <td align="right">23</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">December and May</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">147</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Death Chase, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">236</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Dogs, About</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">175</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Dogs, Education of</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">234</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Englishmen, Religion of</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H. Taine</i></td> + + <td align="right">183</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">English Rhymes and Stories</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">96</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">En Miniature. (From the German)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>M.A.P. Humphreys</i></td> + + <td align="right">132</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Exquisite Moment, An</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">93</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Fancie's Dream</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lolly Dinks's Mother</i></td> + + <td align="right">34</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Fancie's Farewell</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lolly Dinks's Mother</i></td> + + <td align="right">114</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Fawn Family, A Day with a</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">107</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Feast of the Tabernacles, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">64</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Fra Bartolomeo</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">106</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Forester's Happy Family, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">167</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Forester's Last Coming Home, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">56</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Fortune of The Hassans, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>C.F. Guernsey</i></td> + + <td align="right">123</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Friendship of Poets, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">50</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#frosty">Frosty Day, A. + (Poem)</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.L. Warren</i></td> + + <td align="right">11</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Garden, In the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Betsy Drew</i></td> + + <td align="right">138</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Gems, Colored</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.S. Ward</i></td> + + <td align="right">39</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Going to the Volcano</td> + + <td align="right"><i>T.M. Coan</i></td> + + <td align="right">245</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Green River. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.C. Bryant</i></td> + + <td align="right">72</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Gypsies, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">166</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Heart of Kosciusko, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">113</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Heartsease. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mary E. Bradley</i></td> + + <td align="right">43</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Hello!</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">193</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Home and Exile</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">237</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">House with the Hollyhocks, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.L. Noble</i></td> + + <td align="right">177</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">House Wrens</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">105</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">How to Tame Pet Birds</td> + + <td align="right"><i>January Searle</i></td> + + <td align="right">146</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Hunt (Leigh), A Last Visit to</td> + + <td align="right"><i>January Searle</i></td> + + <td align="right">192</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Hunting Snails</td> + + <td align="right"><i>T.M. Coan</i></td> + + <td align="right">156</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ideal, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Theodore Parker</i></td> + + <td align="right">133</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Il Beato. (From the German)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>M.A.P. Humphrey</i></td> + + <td align="right">183</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ill Wind, An</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Leslie Malbone</i></td> + + <td align="right">112</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Inside the Door</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Caroline Cheesebro'</i></td> + + <td align="right">30</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ireland, A Glimpse at</td> + + <td align="right"><i>T.M. Coan</i></td> + + <td align="right">119</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Island, On an</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Caroline Cheesebro'</i></td> + + <td align="right">114</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Jack and Gill</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">223</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">King Baby. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>George Cooper</i></td> + + <td align="right">224</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Kingfisher, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">125</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">King's Rosebud, The. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julia C.R. Porr</i></td> + + <td align="right">107</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Knowledge</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Ethics of the Fathers</i></td> + + <td align="right">135</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"Lais Corinthaica," Holbein's</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">182</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Lalalo--A Legend of Galicia. (From the + Spanish)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.S. Conant</i></td> + + <td align="right">164</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Lamp-Light</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julian Hawthorne</i></td> + + <td align="right">165</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Lisbon, Loiterings around</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">44</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left" + valign="top"> + <a href="#literature">Literature</a></td> + + <td align="right" + colspan="2">28, 47, 67, 88, 108, 128, 148, 168, + 188, 208</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Little Emily</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">178</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Liverworts. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">70</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Longfellow's House and Library</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Geo. W. Greene</i></td> + + <td align="right">100</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Love Aloft</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">116</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Love's Humility. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>B.G. Hosmer</i></td> + + <td align="right">141</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#mandarin">Mandarin, + A</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>From the French</i></td> + + <td align="right">19</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Manifest Destiny. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.H. Stoddard</i></td> + + <td align="right">47</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Man in Blue, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.B. Davey</i></td> + + <td align="right">50</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Man in the Moon, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Yule-tide Stories</i></td> + + <td align="right">120</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Man's Unselfish Friend</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">60</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Married in a Snow-Storm. (From the + Russian)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Wm. Percival</i></td> + + <td align="right">152</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Marsh and Pond Flowers</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">126</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Martinmas Goose, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">243</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Maximilian Morningdew's Advice, + Mr.</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julian Hawthorne</i></td> + + <td align="right">74</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"> + <a href="#millerism">Millerism</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">10</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Minster at Ulm, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">158</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Misers, About</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Betsy Drew</i></td> + + <td align="right">99</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig66">Mother is + Here!</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">20</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morning Dew</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">76</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morning and Evening</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">242</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Mountain Land of Western North + Carolina</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.A. Oertel</i></td> + + <td align="right">52</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Mountain Land of Western North + Carolina</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.A. Oertel</i></td> + + <td align="right">214</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#mountains">Mountains, In + the</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">16</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Mouse Shoes</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lolly Dinks's Mother</i></td> + + <td align="right">197</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Music in the Alps</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">33</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Necessity of Believing Something</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Jean Paul</i></td> + + <td align="right">31</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Neighbor Over the Way, My. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>G.W. Scars</i></td> + + <td align="right">110</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#newport">Newport, At. + (Poem)</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Geo. H. Boker</i></td> + + <td align="right">10</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Niagara</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">213</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Noble Savage, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">110</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#nooning">Nooning, + The</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">16</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Oblivion</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Browne</i></td> + + <td align="right">120</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">October</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">192</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#old_maids">Old Maid's + Village, The</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Kate F. Hill</i></td> + + <td align="right">26</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Old Oaken Bucket, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">152</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Othello, How Rossini Wrote</td> + + <td align="right"><i>L.C. Bullard</i></td> + + <td align="right">91</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Out of the Deeps</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Elizabeth Stoddard</i></td> + + <td align="right">94</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Painted Boats on Painted Seas</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Hiram Rich</i></td> + + <td align="right">201</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Patriotism and Powder</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">132</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#pavilions">Pavilions on the + Lake, The. (From the French)</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.S. Conant</i></td> + + <td align="right">14</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Pepito</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lucy Ellen Guernsey</i></td> + + <td align="right">212</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Perkins, Granville</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">48</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Peruvians, Among the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">24</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Play for a Heart, A. (From the + German)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.S. Conant</i></td> + + <td align="right">54</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Pleasure-Seeking</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">240</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Poet's Rivers</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">70</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Portugal, Wanderings in</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">224</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Pottery, Ancient</td> + + <td align="right"><i>S.F. Corkran</i></td> + + <td align="right">72</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Prince and Peasant. (From the + German,)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.S. Conant</i></td> + + <td align="right">196</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Puddle Party, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lolly Dinks's Mother</i></td> + + <td align="right">83</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Punishment after Death. (From the + Danish)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>James Watkins</i></td> + + <td align="right">218</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Puss Asleep</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">143</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#queens">Queen's Closet, + The</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lolly Dinks's Mother</i></td> + + <td align="right">27</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Rainy Day, The. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.W. Longfellow</i></td> + + <td align="right">120</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Raymondskill, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>E.C. Stedman</i></td> + + <td align="right">154</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#romance">Real Romance, + The</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julian Hawthorne</i></td> + + <td align="right">10</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ruse de Guerre. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.B. Bostwick</i></td> + + <td align="right">63</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">School-Children</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">198</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Scissor Family, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lolly Dinks's Mother</i></td> + + <td align="right">144</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Secret, A. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julia C.R. Dorr</i></td> + + <td align="right">212</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">September Reverie, A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">172</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Serious Case, A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">203</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shadows</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julian Hawthorne</i></td> + + <td align="right">142</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shakspeare Celebrations</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">90</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shakspeare Portraits</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.H. Stoddard</i></td> + + <td align="right">103</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shameful Death. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Wm. Morris</i></td> + + <td align="right">83</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shrews</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.S. Isaacs</i></td> + + <td align="right">63</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Simple Suggestion, A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mary E. Bradley</i></td> + + <td align="right">216</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Smallpox, Worse than</td> + + <td align="right"><i>L.E. Guernsey</i></td> + + <td align="right">157</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Snow-Bird, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">207</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Song Sparrow, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">32</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Song or Wood Thrush, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">66</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Sonnet</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Alfred Tennyson</i></td> + + <td align="right">67</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Sparrows' City, The. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>George Cooper</i></td> + + <td align="right">165</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left" + colspan="2">Stael, Baroness de, The Salon of. (From + the French)</td> + + <td align="right">43</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Story of Coeho, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.B. Davey</i></td> + + <td align="right">71</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Street Scene in Cairo, A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">239</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Stuffing Birds</td> + + <td align="right"><i>January Searle</i></td> + + <td align="right">246</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Summer Fallacies</td> + + <td align="right"><i>C.D. Shanly</i></td> + + <td align="right">176</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Sunshine</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Julian Hawthorne</i></td> + + <td align="right">92</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Superstition</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Bacon</i></td> + + <td align="right">56</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Swift, Dean</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Lady Mary Wortley + Montague</i></td> + + <td align="right">53</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Temple of Canova, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">203</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Thievish Animals</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">238</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Thistle-Down. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.W. Bailey</i></td> + + <td align="right">145</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Tired Mothers. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mrs. A. Smith</i></td> + + <td align="right">172</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#tropic">Tropic Forest, A. + (Poem)</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Montgomery</i></td> + + <td align="right">20</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Trout Fishing</td> + + <td align="right"><i>C.D. Shanly</i></td> + + <td align="right">141</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Truants, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">40</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Two</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.C.R. Dorr</i></td> + + <td align="right">152</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Two Gazels of Hafiz</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Henry Richards</i></td> + + <td align="right">145</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Two Lives, The. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>S.W. Duffield</i></td> + + <td align="right">201</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Two Queens in Westminster. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H. Morford</i></td> + + <td align="right">132</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Uncollected Poems</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">50</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Uncollected Poems by Campbell.</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">144</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Uncollected Poems by "L.E.L."</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">94</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Uttmann, Barbara. (From the + German)</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">66</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#venice">Venice, A Glimpse + of</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">13</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Violins, About</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.D. Elwell</i></td> + + <td align="right">36</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Virginia, On the Eastern Shore of</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mary E. Bradley</i></td> + + <td align="right">79</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Water Ballad</td> + + <td align="right"><i>S.T. Coleridge</i></td> + + <td align="right">67</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Weber (Von), Karl Maria</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">206</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#wine">Wine and Kisses. + (Poem) From the Persian</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Joel Benton</i></td> + + <td align="right">27</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Winter-Green. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mary E. Bradley</i></td> + + <td align="right">90</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#winter">Winter Pictures from + the Poets</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">14</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Winter Scenes</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">230</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wolf, Calf and Goat, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Æsop, Junior</i></td> + + <td align="right">124</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Woman in Art</td> + + <td align="right"><i>E.B. Leonard</i></td> + + <td align="right">145</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Woman's Eternity, A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>E.B.L.</i></td> + + <td align="right">204</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Woman's Place</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">162</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wood or Summer Ducks</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">187</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Woods, In the. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>G.W. Sears</i></td> + + <td align="right">192</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Woods Out in the. (Poem)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Mary E. Bradley</i></td> + + <td align="right">126</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wordsworth</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Taine</i></td> + + <td align="right">33</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wyoming Valley</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">36</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Young Robin Hunter, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">60</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Zekle's Courtin'</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Editorial</i></td> + + <td align="right">30</td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" + id="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:60%;"> + <a name="fig61" + id="fig61"><img width="600" + src="images/61.jpg" + alt="Teacher and Pupil" /></a> + </div> + + <h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + <table width="500" + align="center" + cellpadding="2" + summary="Illustrations"> + <tr> + <td align="left">Adirondack Scenery</td> + + <td align="right"><i>G.H. Smillie</i></td> + + <td align="right">97</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Advance in Winter, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">236</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">After the Storm</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Schenck</i></td> + + <td align="right">231</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">After the Storm a Calm. (I, II, III, + IV,)</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">244</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Agnes</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">112</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Albai, View on the River</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">183</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">American Robin, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">227</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Artistic Evening, An</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">248</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">At Home</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">239</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ausable, Morning on the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>G.H. Smillie</i></td> + + <td align="right">41</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Babes in the Wood, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">222</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Badger Hunting</td> + + <td align="right"><i>L. Beckmann</i></td> + + <td align="right">226</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Blood Money</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Victor Nehlig</i></td> + + <td align="right">190</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Blowing Hot and Cold</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">142</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Blowing Rock</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">57</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Blue-Birds</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">163</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Bonnie Brook, near Rahway</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">112</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Bridal Veil</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Granville Perkins</i></td> + + <td align="right">154</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#sighs">Bridge of Sighs, + The (View of)</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">13</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Bridge of Sighs (Hood's)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Georgie A. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">49</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Building of the Ship, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>T. Beech</i></td> + + <td align="right">89</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Capella Imperfeita, Archway in + the</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">44</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Casa do Capitulo, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">224</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Casa do Capitulo, Window in the</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">46</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Castle of Meran, The. + (Frontispiece)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>C. Heyn</i></td> + + <td align="right">Opp. 189</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Caught At Last</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">238</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Cedar Birds</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">85</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Chase, After the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>David Neal</i></td> + + <td align="right">219</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Christmas Visitors</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Guido Hammer</i></td> + + <td align="right">231</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig63">Coming Out of + School</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Vautier</i></td> + + <td align="right">12</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Crossing the Moor</td> + + <td align="right">After <i>F.F. Hill</i></td> + + <td align="right">228</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">December and May</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.H. Davenport</i></td> + + <td align="right">146</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Death Chase, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">236</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Deer Family, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Guido Hammer</i></td> + + <td align="right">106</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Enjoyment</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">241</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Evening</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Paul Dixon</i></td> + + <td align="right">205</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Evening</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">243</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Evenings at Home</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.E. Emslie</i></td> + + <td align="right">77</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Exquisite Moment, An</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">93</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig68">Fashionable Loungers + of Lima</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">24</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Feast of the Passover, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Oppenheim</i></td> + + <td align="right">64</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Feast of the Tabernacles, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Oppenheim</i></td> + + <td align="right">65</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Fisherman's Family, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">239</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Forester's Happy Family at Dinner, + The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Guido Hammer</i></td> + + <td align="right">167</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Forester's Last Coming Home, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">56</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">For the Master</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Offterdinger</i> (Opp.)</td> + + <td align="right">236</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Garden, In the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Arthur Lumley</i></td> + + <td align="right">138</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Gertrude of Wyoming</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Victor Nehlig</i></td> + + <td align="right">117</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Glen, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>F.T. Vance</i></td> + + <td align="right">194</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">God's Acre</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">232</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Gondar, Emperor's Palace at</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">186</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Good Bye, Sweetheart</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">233</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Grandfather Mountain, N.C.</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">215</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Green River</td> + + <td align="right"><i>August Will</i></td> + + <td align="right">69</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Green River</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">72</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Green River</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">73</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Guide-Board, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Knesing</i></td> + + <td align="right">230</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Gypsy Girl at her Toilette</td> + + <td align="right"><i>G. Dore</i></td> + + <td align="right">166</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Happy Valley</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">53</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Heart of a Hero, The.</td> + + <td align="right">(Kosciusko's Monument)</td> + + <td align="right">113</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Here. Chick! Chick!</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">240</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Hollo!</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">191</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">House Wrens</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">105</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">How a Spaniard Drinks</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Dore</i></td> + + <td align="right">86</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Hudson at Hyde Park, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>G.H. Smillie</i></td> + + <td align="right">81</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">In-Doors</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">243</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Infant Jesus, The</td> + + <td align="right">Copied by <i>J.S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">229</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"Is the solace of age."</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">247</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"It ofttimes happens that a + child"</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">245</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Jack and Gill</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">223</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Kate</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">112</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Keeping House</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i> (Opp.)</td> + + <td align="right">29</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Kingfisher, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>L. Beckmann</i></td> + + <td align="right">125</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">King Witlaf's Drinking Horn</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A. Kappes</i></td> + + <td align="right">131</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Kwasind, the Strong Man</td> + + <td align="right"><i>T. Moran</i></td> + + <td align="right">109</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Lais Corinthaica</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Holbein</i></td> + + <td align="right">182</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Lake Henderson</td> + + <td align="right"><i>F.T. Vance</i></td> + + <td align="right">195</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig70-2">Limena, + Middle-Aged</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">25</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Linville, On the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">52</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Linville River, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">53</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Little Emily</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">178</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Little Mother, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">80</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Loffler Peak, Tyrol, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">135</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Longfellow's House</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.C. Warren</i></td> + + <td align="right">100</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Longfellow's Library</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.C. Warren</i></td> + + <td align="right">101</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Longing Looks</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.W. Bolles</i></td> + + <td align="right">96</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Love Aloft</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Otto Gunther</i></td> + + <td align="right">116</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Manifest Destiny</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.M. Cary</i></td> + + <td align="right">37</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Man's Unselfish Friend</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Chas. E. Townsend</i></td> + + <td align="right">61</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Marston Moor, Before the Battle + of</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">121</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig70-1">Mestizo Woman, + Young</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">25</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Mill, in Wyoming Valley, An Old</td> + + <td align="right"><i>F.T. Vance</i></td> + + <td align="right">36</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Minster at Ulm, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">158</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Monastery de Leca do Balio, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">225</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Monk's Oak, The</td> + + <td align="right">(After <i>Constantine + Schmidt</i>)</td> + + <td align="right">33</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Moonlight on the Hudson</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Paul Dixon</i></td> + + <td align="right">170</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Moose Hunting</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">232</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morganton, View in</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">53</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morganton, View near</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">214</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morning</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">242</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morning Dew. (Frontispiece)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Victor Nehlig</i>. Opp.</td> + + <td align="right">69</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Morning in the Meadow</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">113</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig66">Mother is + Here!</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Deiker</i></td> + + <td align="right">20</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig65">Mountains, In the</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">16</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig62">Muller, Maud</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Georgie A. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">9</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Music in the Alps</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Dore</i></td> + + <td align="right">33</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Naughty Boy, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i> (Opp.)</td> + + <td align="right">89</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Navaja, Duel with the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Dore</i></td> + + <td align="right">86</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">New England, Hills of</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Paul Dixon</i></td> + + <td align="right">204</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Niagara</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Jules Tavernier</i></td> + + <td align="right">211</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig08">Nooning, The</a></td> + + <td align="right">(After <i>Darley</i>)</td> + + <td align="right">17</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Old Oaken Bucket, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">159</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Ornamental, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Deiker</i></td> + + <td align="right">234</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Out of Doors</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">242</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Patriotic Education</td> + + <td align="right"><i>F. Beard</i></td> + + <td align="right">130</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Penha Verde, Doorway and Oriel in + the</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">45</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Perkins, Granville</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">48</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig69">Peruvian Ladies, + Costumes of</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">24</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig71">Peruvian + Priests</a></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">25</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Pets, The</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">241</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Picking and Choosing</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Beckmann</i></td> + + <td align="right">238</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Pines of the Racquette, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John A. Hows</i></td> + + <td align="right">121</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Playing Sick</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.H. Thayer</i></td> + + <td align="right">174</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Preston Ponds, From Bishop's + Knoll</td> + + <td align="right"><i>.F.T. Vance</i></td> + + <td align="right">199</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Puss Asleep</td> + + <td align="right"><i>C.E. Townsend</i></td> + + <td align="right">143</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Rainy Day, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">120</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Raymondskill, Falls of The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Granville Perkins</i></td> + + <td align="right">150</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Raymondskill, View on the</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Granville Perkins</i></td> + + <td align="right">155</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Raymondskill, The Main Fall</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Granville Perkins</i></td> + + <td align="right">155</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Scene on the Catawba River</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">210</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">School Discipline</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">198</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Serious Case, A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Ernst Bosch</i></td> + + <td align="right">202</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shakspeare, Ward's</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">104</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Shipwreck on the Coast of Dieppe, + A</td> + + <td align="right"><i>T. Weber</i></td> + + <td align="right">139</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Singing the War Song</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">187</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Snow-Birds</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">207</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Song Sparrow, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">32</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Song or Wood Thrush, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">66</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">South Mountain</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">53</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Spanish Postilion</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Dore</i></td> + + <td align="right">87</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Spanish Ladies</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Dore</i></td> + + <td align="right">87</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Sport</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">240</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Squaw Pounding Cherries, Old</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.M. Cary</i></td> + + <td align="right">162</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Standish, Miles, Courtship of</td> + + <td align="right"><i>J.W. Bolles</i></td> + + <td align="right">151</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Street Scene in Cairo, A</td> + + <td align="right">Opp.</td> + + <td align="right">229</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left" + colspan="2">Surenen Pass, Switzerland, View in + the</td> + + <td align="right">134</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Temple of Canova</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">203</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left" + colspan="2">Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd + and lost!</td> + + <td align="right">237</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left" + colspan="2">"There's a Beautiful Spirit Breathing + Now"</td> + + <td align="right">218</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Tight Place, In a</td> + + <td align="right"><i>W.M. Cary</i></td> + + <td align="right">76</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#fig38">Tropic Forest, + A</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>Granville Perkins</i></td> + + <td align="right">21</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Truants, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>M.L. Stone</i></td> + + <td align="right">40</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Useful, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Deiker</i></td> + + <td align="right">235</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Uttmann, Barbara</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">68</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left"><a href="#frontis">Venetian Festival, + A. (Frontispiece)</a></td> + + <td align="right"><i>C. Hulk</i></td> + + <td> </td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Vischer's, Peter, Studio</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">84</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Visconti, Princess</td> + + <td align="right">(After "<i>Fra Bartolomeo</i>")</td> + + <td align="right">108</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Villa de Conde, Church at</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">215</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Village Belle, The</td> + + <td align="right">After <i>J.J. Hill</i></td> + + <td align="right">228</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Waiting at the Stile</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">147</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Watauga Falls</td> + + <td align="right"><i>R.E. Piguet</i></td> + + <td align="right">53</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Watering the Cattle</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Peter Moran</i></td> + + <td align="right">171</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wayside Inn, The</td> + + <td align="right">(After <i>Hill</i>)</td> + + <td align="right">107</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Weber, Von, Last Moments of</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">206</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">What Was That Knot Tied For?</td> + + <td align="right">(After <i>I.E. Gaiser</i>)</td> + + <td align="right">92</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"Which in infancy lisped"</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">246</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"Who Said Rats?"</td> + + <td align="right"><i>A.H. Thayer</i></td> + + <td align="right">175</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Winter Sketch, A. (Frontispiece)</td> + + <td align="right"><i>George H. Smillie</i>. Opp.</td> + + <td align="right">149</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wolf, Calf and Goat, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>H.L. Stephens</i></td> + + <td align="right">124</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Wood or Summer Ducks</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Gilbert Burling</i></td> + + <td align="right">179</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">"Ye limpid springs and floods,"</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td align="right">237</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Young Robin Hunter, The</td> + + <td align="right"><i>John S. Davis</i></td> + + <td align="right">60</td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td align="left">Zekle's Courtin'</td> + + <td align="right"><i>Frank Beard</i></td> + + <td align="right">29</td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" + id="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span> + + <h1>The Aldine</h1> + <hr class="full" /> + + <table summary="Issue Information" + width="100%"> + <tr> + <td>VOL. V.</td> + + <td align="center">NEW YORK, JANUARY, 1872.</td> + + <td align="right">No. 1.</td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a name="fig62" + id="fig62"><img width="100%" + src="images/62.jpg" + alt="MAUD MÜLLER.—DRAWN BY GEORGIE A. DAVIS." /> + </a> + + <h4>MAUD MÜLLER.—DRAWN BY GEORGIE A. DAVIS.</h4> + </div> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"MAUD MÜLLER looked and sighed: 'Ah, me!</p> + + <p>That I the Judge's bride might be!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'He would dress me up in silks so fine,</p> + + <p>And praise and toast me at his wine.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'My father should wear a broad-cloth coat:</p> + + <p>My brother should sail a painted boat.'</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'I'd dress my mother so grand and gay,</p> + + <p>And the baby should have a new toy each day.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor.</p> + + <p>And all should bless me who left our door.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill,</p> + + <p>And saw Maud Müller standing still.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'A form more fair, a face more sweet,</p> + + <p>Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'And her modest answer and graceful air,</p> + + <p>Show her wise and good as she is fair.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"'Would she were mine, and I to-day,</p> + + <p>Like her a harvester of hay.'"</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="center">—<i>Whittier's Maud + Müller.</i></p> + </div> + </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" + id="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2>THE ALDINE.</h2> + + <h3><i>JAMES SUTTON & CO., Publishers</i></h3> + + <h4>23 LIBERTY STREET, NEW YORK.</h4> + <hr class="full" /> + + <table summary="Price Information" + width="100%"> + <tr> + <td><b>$5.00 per Annum (<i>with chrono.</i>)</b></td> + + <td align="right"><b>Single Copies, 50 Cents.</b></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr class="full" /> + + <h2><a name="newport" + id="newport"><i>AT NEWPORT.</i></a></h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I stand beside the sea once more;</p> + + <p class="i2">Its measured murmur comes to me;</p> + + <p>The breeze is low upon the shore,</p> + + <p class="i2">And low upon the purple sea.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Across the bay the flat sand sweeps,</p> + + <p class="i2">To where the helméd light-house + stands</p> + + <p>Upon his post, and vigil keeps,</p> + + <p class="i2">Far seaward marshaling all the lands.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The hollow surges rise and fall,</p> + + <p class="i2">The ships steal up the quiet bay;</p> + + <p>I scarcely hear or see at all,</p> + + <p class="i2">My thoughts are flown so far away.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>They follow on yon sea-bird's track.</p> + + <p class="i2">Beyond the beacon's crystal dome;</p> + + <p>They will not falter, nor come back,</p> + + <p class="i2">Until they find my darkened home.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Ah, woe is me! 'tis scarce a year</p> + + <p class="i2">Since, gazing o'er this moaning main,</p> + + <p>My thoughts flew home without a fear.</p> + + <p class="i2">And with content returned again.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>To-day, alas! the fancies dark</p> + + <p class="i2">That from my laden bosom flew,</p> + + <p>Returning, came into the ark,</p> + + <p class="i2">Not with the olive, with the yew.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The ships draw slowly towards the strand,</p> + + <p class="i2">The watchers' hearts with hope beat + high;</p> + + <p>But ne'er again wilt thou touch land—</p> + + <p>Lost, lost in yonder sapphire sky!</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="author">—<i>Geo. H. Boker.</i></p> + + <h2><a name="millerism" + id="millerism"><i>MILLERISM.</i></a></h2> + + <p>Toward the close of the last century there was born in New + England one William Miller, whose life, until he was past + fifty, was the life of the average American of his time. He + drank, we suppose, his share of New England rum, when a young + man; married a comely Yankee girl, and reared a family of + chubby-cheeked children; went about his business, whatever it + was, on week days, and when Sunday came, went to meeting with + commendable regularity. He certainly read the Old Testament, + especially the Book of Daniel, and of the New Testament at + least the Book of Revelation. Like many a wiser man before him, + he was troubled at what he read, filled as it was with mystical + numbers and strange beasts, and he sought to understand it, and + to apply it to the days in which he lived. He made the + discovery that the world was to be destroyed in 1843, and went + to and fro in the land preaching that comfortable doctrine. He + had many followers—as many as fifty thousand, it is said, + who thought they were prepared for the end of all things; some + going so far as to lay in a large stock of ascension robes. + Though no writer himself, he was the cause of a great deal of + writing on the part of others, who flooded the land with a + special and curious literature—the literature of + Millerism. It is not of that, however, that we would speak + now.</p> + + <p>But before this Miller arose—we proceed to say, if + only to show that we are familiar with other members of the + family—there was another, and very different Miller, who + was born in old England, about one hundred years earlier than + our sadly, or gladly, mistaken Second Adventist. His Christian + name was Joseph, and he was an actor of repute, celebrated for + his excellence in some of the comedies of Congreve. The + characters which he played may have been comic ones, but he was + a serious man. Indeed, his gravity was so well known in his + lifetime that it was reckoned the height of wit, when he was + dead, to father off upon him a Jest Book! This joke, bad as it + was, was better than any joke in the book. It made him famous, + so famous that for the next hundred years every little <i>bon + mot</i> was laid at his door, metaphorically speaking, the + puniest youngest brat of them being christened "Old Joe."</p> + + <p>After Joseph Miller had become what Mercutio calls "a grave + man," his descendants went into literature largely, as any one + may see by turning to Allibone's very voluminous dictionary, + where upwards of seventy of the name are immortalized, the most + noted of whom are Thomas Miller, basket-maker and poet, and + Hugh Miller, the learned stone-mason of Cromarty, whose many + works, we confess with much humility, we have not read. To the + sixty-eight Millers in Allibone (if that be the exact number), + must now be added another—Mr. Joaquin Miller, who + published, two or three months since, a collection of poems + entitled "Songs of the Sierras." From which one of the Millers + mentioned above his ancestry is derived, we are not informed; + but, it would seem, from the one first-named. For clearly the + end of all things literary cannot be far off, if Mr. Miller is + the "coming poet," for whom so many good people have been + looking all their lives. We are inclined to think that such is + not the fact. We think, on the whole, that it is to the other + Miller—Joking Miller—his genealogy is to be + traced.</p> + + <p>But who is Mr. Miller, and what has he done? A good many + besides ourselves put that question, less than a year ago, and + nobody could answer it. Nobody, that is, in America. In England + he was a great man. He went over to England, unheralded, it is + stated, and was soon discovered to be a poet. Swinburne took + him up; the Rossettis took him up; the critics took him up; he + was taken up by everybody in England, except the police, who, + as a rule, fight shy of poets. He went to fashionable parties + in a red shirt, with trowsers tucked into his boots, and + instead of being shown to the door by the powdered footman, was + received with enthusiasm. It is incredible, but it is true. A + different state of society existed, thirty or forty years ago, + when another American poet went to England; and we advise our + readers, who have leisure at their command, to compare it with + the present social lawlessness of the upper classes among the + English. To do this, they have only to turn to the late N.P. + Willis's "Pencilings by the Way," and contrast his descriptions + of the fashionable life of London then, with almost any + journalistic account of the same kind of life now. The contrast + will be all the more striking if they will only hunt up the + portraits of Disraeli, with his long, dark locks flowing on his + shoulders, and the portrait of Bulwer, behind his "stunning" + waistcoat, and his cascade of neck-cloth, and then imagine Mr. + Miller standing beside them, in his red shirt and high-topped + California boots! Like Byron, Mr. Miller "woke up one morning + and found himself famous."</p> + + <p>We compare the sudden famousness of Mr. Miller with the + sudden famousness of Byron, because the English critics have + done so; and because they are pleased to consider Mr. Miller as + Byron's successor! Byron, we are told, was the only poet whom + he had read, before he went to England; and is the only poet to + whom he bears a resemblance. How any of these critics could + have arrived at this conclusion, with the many glaring + imitations of Swinburne—at his worst—staring him in + the face from Mr. Miller's volume, is inconceivable. But, + perhaps, they do not read Swinburne. Do they read Byron?</p> + + <p>There are, however, some points of resemblance between Byron + and Mr. Miller. Byron traveled, when young, in countries not + much visited by the English; Mr. Miller claims to have + traveled, when young, in countries not visited by the English + at all. This was, and is, an advantage to both Byron and Mr. + Miller. But it was, and is, a serious disadvantage to their + readers, who cannot well ascertain the truth, or falsehood, of + the poets they admire. The accuracy of Byron's descriptions of + foreign lands has long been admitted; the accuracy of Mr. + Miller's descriptions is not admitted, we believe, by those who + are familiar with the ground he professes to have gone + over.</p> + + <p>Another point of resemblance between Byron and Mr. Miller + is, that the underlying idea of their poetry is autobiographic. + We do not say that it was really so in Byron's case, although + he, we know, would have had us believe as much; nor do we say + that it is really so in Mr. Miller's case, although he, too, we + suspect, would have us believe as much.</p> + + <p>Mr. Miller resembles Byron as his "Arizonian" resembles + Byron's "Lara." <i>Lara</i> and <i>Arizonian</i> are birds of + the same dark feather. They have journeyed in strange lands; + they have had strange experiences; they have returned to + Civilization. Each, in his way, is a Blighted Being! "Who is + she?" we inquire with the wise old Spanish Judge, for, + certainly, <i>Woman</i> is at the bottom of it all. If our + readers wish to know <i>what</i> woman, we refer them to + "Arizonian:" they, of course, have read "Lara."</p> + + <p>Byron was a great poet, but Byronism is dead. Mr. Miller is + not a great poet, and his spurious Byronism will not live. We + shall all see the end of Millerism.</p><br /> + + + <h2><a name="romance" + id="romance"><i>THE REAL ROMANCE.</i></a></h2> + + <p>The author laid down his pen, and leaned back in his big + easy chair. The last word had been + written—Finis—and there was the complete book, + quite a tall pile of manuscript, only waiting for the printer's + hands to become immortal: so the author whispered to himself. + He had worked hard upon it; great pains had been expended upon + the delineations of character, and the tone and play of + incident; the plot, too, had been worked up with much artistic + force and skill; and, above all, everything was so strikingly + original; no one, in regarding the various characters of the + tale, could say: this is intended for so-and-so! No, nothing + precisely like the persons in his romance had ever actually + existed; of that the author was certain, and in that he was + very probably correct. To be sure, there was the character of + the country girl, Mary, which he had taken from his own little + waiting-maid: but that was a very subordinate element, and + although, on the whole, he rather regretted having introduced + anything so incongruous and unimaginative, he decided to let it + go. The romance, as a whole, was too great to be injured by one + little country girl, drawn from real life. "And by the way," + murmured the author to himself, "I wish Mary would bring in my + tea."</p> + + <p>He settled himself still more comfortably in his easy chair, + and thought, and looked at his manuscript; and the manuscript + looked back; but all <i>its</i> thinking had been done for it. + Neither spoke—the author, because the book already knew + all he had to say; and the book, because its time to speak and + be immortal had not yet arrived. The fire had all the talking + to itself, and it cackled, and hummed, and skipped about so + cheerfully that one would have imagined it expected to be the + very first to receive a presentation copy of the work on the + table. "How I would devour its contents!" laughed the fire.</p> + + <p>Perhaps the author did not comprehend the full force of the + fire's remark, but the voice was so cosy and soothing, the fire + itself so ruddy and genial, and the easy chair so softly + cushioned and hospitable, that he very soon fell into a + condition which enabled him to see, hear, and understand a + great many things which might seem remarkable, and, indeed, + almost incredible.</p> + + <p>The manuscript on the table which had hitherto remained + perfectly quiet, now rustled its leaves nervously, and finally + flung itself wide open. A murmur then arose, as of several + voices, and presently there appeared (though whether stepping + from between the leaves of the book itself, or growing together + from the surrounding atmosphere, the author could not well make + out) a number of peculiar-looking individuals, at the first + glance appearing to be human beings, though a clear + investigation revealed in each some odd lack or exaggeration of + gesture, feature, or manner, which might create a doubt as to + whether they actually were, after all, what they purported to + be, or only some <i>lusus naturæ</i>. But the author was + not slow to recognize them, more especially as, happening to + cast a glance at the manuscript, he noticed that it was such no + longer, but a collection of unwritten sheets of paper, blank as + when it lay in the drawer at the stationer's—unwitting of + the lofty destiny awaiting it.</p> + + <p>Here, then, were the immortal creations which were soon to + astound the world, come, in person, to pay their respects to + the author of their being. He arose and made a profound + obeisance to the august company, which they one and all + returned, though in such a queer variety of ways, that the + author, albeit aware that every individual had the best of + reasons for employing, under certain special circumstances, his + or her particular manner of salute, could scarcely forbear + smiling at the effect they all together produced in his own + unpretending study.</p> + + <p>"Your welcome visit," said the author, addressing his guests + with all the geniality of which he was master (for they seemed + somewhat stiff and ill-at-ease), "gives me peculiar + gratification. I regret not having asked some of my friends, + the critics, up here to make your acquaintance. I am sure you + would all come to the best possible understanding + directly."</p> + + <p>"They cannot fathom <i>me</i>," exclaimed a strikingly + handsome young man, with pale lofty brow, and dark clustering + locks, who was leaning with proud grace against the + mantel-piece. "They may take my life, but they cannot read my + soul." And he laughed, scornfully, as he always did.</p> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a name="fig08" + id="fig08"><img width="100%" + src="images/08.jpg" + alt="THE NOONING.—AFTER DARLEY." /></a> + + <h4>THE NOONING.—AFTER DARLEY.</h4> + </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" + id="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span> + + <p>This was a passage from that famous ante-mortem soliloquy in + which the hero of the romance indulges in the last chapter but + one. The author, while, of course, he could not deny that the + elegance of the diction was only equaled by the originality of + the sentiment, yet felt a slight uneasiness that his hero + should adopt so defiant a tone with those who were indeed to be + the arbiters of his existence.</p> + + <p>"I'm afraid there's not enough perception of the <i>comme il + faut</i> in him to suit the every-day world," muttered he. "To + be sure, he was not constructed for ordinary ends. Do you find + yourself at home in this life, madame?" he continued aloud, + turning to a young lady of matchless beauty, whose brief career + of passionate love and romantic misery the author had described + in thrilling chapters. She raised her luminous eyes to his, and + murmured reproachfully: "Why speak to me of Life? if it be not + Love, it is Life no longer!"</p> + + <p>It was very beautiful, and the author recollected having + thought, at the time he wrote it down, that it was about the + most forcible sentence in that most powerful passage of his + book. But it was rather an exaggerated tone to adopt in the + face of such common-place surroundings. Had this exquisite + creature, after all, no better sense of the appropriate?</p> + + <p>"No one can know better than I, my dear Constance," said the + author, in a fatherly tone, "what a beautiful, tender, and + lofty soul yours is; but would it not be well, once in a while, + to veil its lustre—to subdue it to a tint more in keeping + with the unvariegated hue of common circumstance?"</p> + + <p>"Heartless and cruel!" sobbed Constance, falling upon the + sofa, "hast thou not made me what I am?"</p> + + <p>This accusation, intended by the author to be leveled at the + traitor lover, quite took him aback when directed, with so much + aptness, too, at his respectable self. But whom but himself + could he blame, if, when common sense demanded only civility + and complaisance, she persisted in adhering to the tragic and + sentimental? He was provoked that he had not noticed this + defect in time to remedy it; yet he had once considered + Constance as, perhaps, the completest triumph of his genius! + There seemed to be something particularly disenchanting in the + atmosphere of that study.</p> + + <p>"I'm afraid you're a failure, ma'am, after all," sighed the + author, eyeing her disconsolately. "You're so one-sided!"</p> + + <p>At this heartless observation the lady gave a harrowing + shriek, thereby summoning to her side a broad-shouldered young + fellow, clad in soldier's garb, with a countenance betokening + much boldness and determination. He faced the author with an + angry frown, which the latter at once recognized as being that + of Constance's brother Sam.</p> + + <p>"Now then, old bloke!" sang out that young gentleman, "what + new deviltry are you up to? Down on your knees and beg her + pardon, or, by George! I'll run you through the body!"</p> + + <p>On this character the author had expended much thought and + care. He was the type of the hardy and bold adventurer, rough + and unpolished, perhaps, but of true and sterling metal, who, + by dint of his vigorous common sense and honest, energetic + nature, should at once clear and lighten whatever in the + atmosphere of the story was obscure and sombre; and, by the + salutary contrast of his fresh and rugged character with the + delicate or morbid traits of his fellow beings, lend a graceful + symmetry to the whole. The sentence Sam had just delivered with + so much emphasis ought to have been addressed to the traitor + lover, when discovered in the act of inconstancy, and, so + given, would have been effective and dramatic. But at a + juncture like the present, the author felt it to be simply + ludicrous, and had he not been so mortified, would have laughed + outright!</p> + + <p>"Don't make a fool of yourself, Sam," remonstrated he. + "Reflect whom you're addressing, and in what company you are, + and do try and talk like a civilized being."</p> + + <p>"Come, come! no palaver," returned Sam, in a loud and + boisterous tone (to do him justice, he had never been taught + any other); "down on your marrow-bones at once, or here goes + for your gizzard!" and he drew his sword with a flourish.</p> + + <p>So this was the rough diamond—the epitome of common + sense! Why, he was a half-witted, impertinent, overbearing + booby, and his author longed to get him across his knee, and + correct him in the good old way. But meantime the point of the + young warrior's sword was getting unpleasantly near the left + breast-pocket of the author's dressing gown (which he wore at + the time), and the latter happened to recollect, with a nervous + thrill, that this was the sword which mortally wounded the + traitor lover (for whom Sam evidently mistook him) during the + stirring combat so vividly described in the twenty-second + chapter. Could he but have foreseen the future, what a + different ending that engagement should have had! But again it + was too late, and the author sprang behind the big easy chair + with astonishing agility, and from that vantage ground + endeavored to bring on a parley.</p> + + <p>Yet how could he argue and expostulate against himself? How + arraign Sam of harboring murderous designs which he had himself + implanted in his bosom? How, indeed, expect him to comprehend + conversation so entirely foreign to his experience? It was an + awkward dilemma.</p> + + <p>It was Sam who took it by the horns. Somebody, he felt, must + be mortally wounded; and finding himself defrauded of one + subject, he took up with the next he encountered, which chanced + to be none other than the venerable and white-haired gentleman + who filled the position, in the tale, of a wealthy and + benevolent uncle. The author, having always felt a sentiment of + exceptional respect and admiration for this reverend and + patriarchal personage, who by his gentle words and sage + counsels, no less than his noble generosity, had done so much + to elevate and sweeten the tone of his book, fell into an + ecstasy of terror at witnessing the approach of his seemingly + inevitable destruction; especially as he perceived that the + poor old fellow (who never in his life had met with aught but + reverence and affection, and knew nothing of the nature of + deadly weapons and impulses) was, so far, from attempting to + defend himself, or even escape, actually opening his arms to + the widest extent of avuncular hospitality, and preparing to + take his assassin, sword and all, into his fond and forgiving + heart!</p> + + <p>"You old fool!" shrieked the author, in the excess of his + irritation and despair; "he isn't your repentant nephew! Why + can't you keep your forgiveness until it's wanted?"</p> + + <p>But Uncle Dudley having been created solely to forgive and + benefit, was naturally incapable of taking care of himself, and + would certainly have been run through the ample white + waistcoat, had not an unexpected and wholly unprecedented + interruption averted so awful a catastrophe.</p> + + <p>A small, graceful figure, wearing a picturesque white cap, + with jaunty ribbons, and a short scarlet petticoat, from + beneath which peeped the prettiest feet and ancles ever seen, + stepped suddenly between the philanthropic victim and his + would-be-murderer, dealt the latter a vigorous blow across the + face with a broom she carried, thereby toppling him over + ignominiously into the coal-scuttle, and then, placing her + plump hands saucily akimbo, she exclaimed with enchanting + <i>naivete</i>: "There! Mr. Free-and-easy! take <i>that</i> for + your imperance."</p> + + <p>This little incident caused the author to fall back into his + easy chair in a condition of profound emotion. It appeared to + have corrected a certain dimness or obliquity in his vision, of + the existence of which its cure rendered him for the first time + conscious. The appearance of the little country girl (whose + very introduction into the romance the author had looked upon + with misgivings) had afforded the first gleam of natural, + refreshing, wholesome interest—in fact, the only relief + to all that was vapid, irrational, and unreal—which the + combined action of the characters in his romance had succeeded + in producing. But the enchantress who had effected this, so far + from being the most unadulterated product of his own brain and + genius, was the only one of all his <i>dramatis + personæ</i> who was not in the slightest degree indebted + to him for her existence. She was nothing more than an accurate + copy of Mary the house-maid, while the others—the + mis-formed, ill-balanced, one-sided creations, who, the moment + they were placed beyond the pale of their written + instructions—put out of the regular and pre-arranged + order of their going—displayed in every word and gesture + their utter lack and want of comprehension of the simplest + elements of human nature: <i>these</i> were the unaided + offspring of the author's fancy. And yet it was by help of such + as these he had thought to push his way to immortality! How the + world would laugh at him! and, as he thought this, a few bitter + tears of shame and humiliation trickled down the sides of the + poor man's nose.</p> + + <p>Presently he looked up. The warlike Sam remained sitting + disconsolately in the coal-hod; his instructions suggested no + means of extrication. Forsaken Constance lay fainting on the + sofa, waiting for some one to chafe her hands and bathe her + temples. The strikingly handsome betrayer leant in sullen and + gloomy silence against the mantel-piece, ready to treat all + advances with stern and defiant obduracy. The benevolent uncle + stood with open arms and bland smile, never doubting but that + everybody was preparing for a simultaneous rush to, and + participation in, his embrace; and, finally, the pretty little + country girl, with her arms akimbo and her nose in the air, + remained mistress of the situation. Her unheard of innovation, + of having done something timely, sensible, and decisive, even + though not put down in the book, seemed to have paralyzed all + the others. Ah! she was the only one there who was not less + than a shadow. The author felt his desolate heart yearn towards + her, and the next moment found himself on his knees at her + feet.</p> + + <p>"Mary," cried he, "you are my only reality. The others are + empty and soulless, but you have a heart. They are the children + of a conceited brain and visionary experience; you, only, have + I drawn simply and unaffectedly, as you actually existed. + Except for you, whom I slighted and despised, my whole romance + had been an unmitigated falsehood. To you I owe my preservation + from worse than folly, and my initiation into true wisdom. + Mary—dear Mary, in return I have but one thing to offer + you—my heart! Can you—<i>will</i> you not love + me?"—</p> + + <p>To his intense surprise, Mary, instead of evincing a + becoming sense of her romantic situation, burst forth into a + merry peal of laughter, and, catching him by one shoulder, gave + him a hearty shake.</p> + + <p>"La sakes! Mr. Author, do wake up! did ever anybody hear + such a man!"</p> + + <p>There was his room, his fire, his chair, his table, and his + closely-written manuscript lying quietly upon it. There was he + himself on his knees on the carpet, and—there was Mary + the house-maid, one hand holding the brimming tea-pot, the + other held by the author against his lips, and laughing and + blushing in a tumult of surprise, amusement and, perhaps, + something better than either.</p> + + <p>"Did I say I loved you, Mary?" enquired the author, in a + state of bewilderment. "Never mind! I say now that I love you + with all my heart and soul, and ten times as much when awake, + as when I was dreaming! Will you marry me?"</p> + + <p>Mary only blushed rosier then ever. But she and the author + always thereafter took their tea cosily together.</p> + + <p>As for the romance, the author took it and threw it into the + fire, which roared a genial acknowledgment, and in five minutes + had made itself thoroughly acquainted with every page. There + remained a bunch of black flakes, and in the center one soft + glowing spark, which lingered a long while ere finally taking + its flight up the chimney. It was the description of the little + country girl.</p> + + <p>"The next book I write shall be all about you," the author + used to say to his wife, in after years, as they sat together + before the fire-place, and watched the bright blaze roar up the + chimney.</p> + + <p class="author">—<i>Julian Hawthorne.</i></p><br /> + + + <h2><a name="frosty" + id="frosty"><i>A FROSTY DAY.</i></a></h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Grass afield wears silver thatch,</p> + + <p class="i2">Palings all are edged with rime,</p> + + <p>Frost-flowers pattern round the latch,</p> + + <p class="i2">Cloud nor breeze dissolve the clime;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When the waves are solid floor,</p> + + <p class="i2">And the clods are iron-bound,</p> + + <p>And the boughs are crystall'd hoar,</p> + + <p class="i2">And the red leaf nail'd aground.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When the fieldfare's flight is slow,</p> + + <p class="i2">And a rosy vapor rim,</p> + + <p>Now the sun is small and low,</p> + + <p class="i2">Belts along the region dim.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When the ice-crack flies and flaws,</p> + + <p class="i2">Shore to shore, with thunder shock,</p> + + <p>Deeper than the evening daws,</p> + + <p class="i2">Clearer than the village clock.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When the rusty blackbird strips,</p> + + <p class="i2">Bunch by bunch, the coral thorn,</p> + + <p>And the pale day-crescent dips,</p> + + <p class="i2">New to heaven a slender horn.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="center">—<i>John Leicester Warren.</i></p> + <hr /> + + <p>Those who come last seem to enter with advantage. They are + born to the wealth of antiquity. The materials for judging are + prepared, and the foundations of knowledge are laid to their + hands. Besides, if the point was tried by antiquity, antiquity + would lose it; for the present age is really the oldest, and + has the largest experience to plead.—<i>Jeremy + Collier</i>.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" + id="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/63.jpg" + name="fig63" + id="fig63"><img width="100%" + src="images/63.jpg" + alt="COMING OUT OF SCHOOL.—VAUTIER." /></a> + + <h4>COMING OUT OF SCHOOL.—VAUTIER.</h4> + </div> + + <h2><a name="coming" + id="coming"><i>COMING OUT OF SCHOOL.</i></a></h2> + + <p>If there be any happier event in the life of a child than + coming out of school, few children are wise enough to discover + it. We do not refer to children who go to school + unwillingly—thoughtless wights—whose heads are full + of play, and whose hands are prone to mischief:—that + these should delight in escaping the restraints of the + school-room, and the eye of its watchful master, is a matter of + course. We refer to children generally, the good and the bad, + the studious and the idle, in short, to all who belong to the + <i>genus</i> Boy. Perhaps we should include the <i>genus</i> + Girl, also, but of that we are not certain; for, not to dwell + upon the fact that we have never been a girl, and are, + therefore, unable to enter into the feelings of girlhood, we + hold that girls are better than boys, as women are better than + men, and that, consequently, they take more kindly to school + life. What boys are we know, unless the breed has changed very + much since we were young, which is now upwards of—but our + age does not concern the reader. We did not take kindly to + school, although we were sadly in need of what we could only + obtain in school, viz., learning. We went to school with + reluctance, and remained with discomfort; for we were not as + robust as the children of our neighbors. We hated school. We + did not dare to play truant, however, like other boys whom we + knew (we were not courageous enough for that); so we kept on + going, fretting, and pining, and—learning.</p> + + <p>Oh the long days (the hot days of summer, and the cold days + of winter), when we had to sit for hours on hard wooden + benches, before uncomfortable desks, bending over grimy slates + and ink-besprinkled "copy books," and poring over studies in + which we took no interest—geography, which we learned by + rote; arithmetic, which always evaded us, and grammar, which we + never could master. We could repeat the "rules," but we could + not "parse;" we could cipher, but our sums would not "prove;" + we could rattle off the productions of Italy—"corn, wine, + silk and oil"—but we could not "bound" the State in which + we lived. We were conscious of these defects, and deplored + them. Our teachers were also conscious of them, and flogged us! + We had a morbid dread of corporeal punishment, and strove to + the uttermost to avoid it; but it made no difference, it came + all the same—came as surely and swiftly to us as to the + bad boys who played "hookey," the worse boys who fought, and + the worst boy who once stoned his master in the street. With + such a school record as this, is it to be wondered at that we + rejoiced when school was out? And rejoiced still more when we + were out of school?</p> + + <p>The feeling which we had then appears to be shared by the + children in our illustration. Not for the same reasons, + however; for we question whether the most ignorant of their + number does not know more of grammar than we do to-day, and is + not better acquainted with the boundaries of Germany than we + could ever force ourselves to be. We like these little fellows + for what they are, and what they will probably be. And we like + their master, a grave, simple-hearted man, whose proper place + would appear to be the parish-pulpit. What his scholars learn + will be worth knowing, if it be not very profound. They will + learn probity and goodness, and it will not be ferruled into + them either. Clearly, they do not fear the master, or they + would not be so unconstrained in his presence. They would not + make snow balls, as one has done, and another is doing. Soon + they will begin to pelt each other, and the passers by will not + mind the snow balls, if they will only remember how they + themselves felt, and behaved, after coming out of school.</p> + + <p>There is not much in a group of children coming out of + school. So one might say at first sight, but a little + reflection will show the fallacy of the remark. One would + naturally suppose that in every well-regulated State of + antiquity measures would have been taken to ensure the + education of all classes of the community, but such was not the + case. The Spartans under Lycurgus were educated, but their + education was mainly a physical one, and it did not reach the + lower orders. The education of Greece generally, even when the + Greek mind had attained its highest culture, was still largely + physical—philosophers, statesmen, and poets priding + themselves as much upon their athletic feats as upon their + intellectual endowments. The schools of Rome were private, and + were confined to the patricians. There was a change for the + better when Christianity became the established religion. + Public schools were recommended by a council in the sixth + century, but rather as a means of teaching the young the + rudiments of their faith, under the direction of the clergy, + than as a means of giving them general instruction. It was not + until the close of the twelfth century that a council ordained + the establishment of grammar schools in cathedrals for the + gratuitous instruction of the poor; and not until a century + later that the ordinance was carried into effect at Lyons. + Luther found time, amid his multitudinous labors, to interest + himself in popular education; and, in 1527, he drew up, with + the aid of Melanchthon, what is known as the Saxon School + System. The seed was sown, but the Thirty Years' War prevented + its coming to a speedy maturity. In the middle of the last + century several of the German States passed laws making it + compulsory upon parents to send their children to school at a + certain age; but these laws were not really obeyed until the + beginning of the present century. German schools are now open + to the poorest as well as the richest children. The only + people, except the Germans, who thought of common schools at an + early period are the Scotch.</p> + + <p>It cost, we see, some centuries of mental blindness to + discover the need of, and some centuries of struggling to + establish schools.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" + id="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:70%;"> + <a name="fig64" + id="fig64"><img width="100%" + src="images/64.jpg" + alt="THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS." /></a> + + <h4><a name="sighs" id="sighs">THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.</a></h4> + </div> + + <h2><a name="venice" + id="venice"><i>A GLIMPSE OF VENICE.</i></a></h2> + + <p>The spell which Venice has cast over the English poets is as + powerful, in its way, as was the influence of Italian + literature upon the early literature of England. From Chaucer + down, the poets have turned to Italy for inspiration, and, what + is still better, have found it. It is not too much to say that + the "Canterbury Tales" could not have existed, in their present + form, if Boccaccio had not written the "Decameron;" and it is + to Boccaccio we are told that the writers of his time were + indebted for their first knowledge of Homer. Wyatt and Surrey + transplanted what they could of grace from Petrarch into the + rough England of Henry the Eighth. We know what the early + dramatists owe to the Italian storytellers. They went to their + novels for the plots of their plays, as the novelists of to-day + go to the criminal calendar for the plots of their stories. + Shakspeare appears so familiar with Italian life that Mr. + Charles Armitage Brown, the author of a very curious work on + Shakspeare's Sonnets, declares that he must have visited Italy, + basing this conclusion on the minute knowledge of certain + Italian localities shown in some of his later plays. At home in + Verona, Milan, Mantua, and Padua, Shakspeare is nowhere so much + so as in Venice.</p> + + <p>It is impossible to think of Venice without remembering the + poets; and the poet who is first remembered is Byron. If our + thoughts are touched with gravity as they should be when we + dwell upon the sombre aspects of Venice—when we look, as + here, for example, on the Bridge of Sighs—we find + ourselves repeating:</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs."</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>If we are in a gayer mood, as we are likely to be after + looking at the brilliant carnival-scene which greets us at the + threshold of the present number of <i>THE ALDINE</i>, we recall + the opening passages of Byron's merry poem of "Beppo:"</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Of all the places where the Carnival</p> + + <p class="i2">Was most facetious in the days of + yore,</p> + + <p>For dance, and song, and serenade, and ball,</p> + + <p class="i2">And masque, and mime, and mystery, and + more</p> + + <p>Than I have time to tell now, or at all,</p> + + <p class="i2">Venice the bell from every city + bore."</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <hr class="short" /> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"And there are dresses splendid, but + fantastical,</p> + + <p class="i2">Masks of all times, and nations, Turks + and Jews,</p> + + <p>And harlequins and clowns, with feats + gymnastical,</p> + + <p class="i2">Greeks, Romans, Yankee-doodles, and + Hindoos</p> + + <p>All kinds of dress, except the ecclesiastical,</p> + + <p class="i2">All people, as their fancies hit, may + choose,</p> + + <p>But no one in these parts may quiz the clergy,</p> + + <p>Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge + ye."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>The Bridge of Sighs (to return to prose) is a long covered + gallery, leading from the ducal palace to the old State prisons + of Venice. It was frequently traversed, we may be sure, in the + days of some of the Doges, to one of whom, our old friend, and + Byron's—Marino Faliero—the erection of the ducal + palace is sometimes falsely ascribed. Founded in the year 800, + A.D., the ducal palace was afterwards destroyed five times, and + each time arose from its ruins with increasing splendor until + it became, what it is now, a stately marble building of the + Saracenic style of architecture, with a grand staircase and + noble halls, adorned with pictures by Titian, Tintoretto, Paul + Veronese, and other famous masters.</p> + + <p>It would be difficult to find gloomier dungeons, even in the + worst strongholds of despotism, than those in which the State + prisoners of Venice were confined. These "pozzi," or wells, + were sunk in the thick walls, under the flooring of the chamber + at the foot of the Bridge of Sighs. There were twelve of them + formerly, and they ran down three or four stories. The Venetian + of old time abhorred them as deeply as his descendants, who, on + the first arrival of the conquering French, attempted to block + or break up the lowest of them, but were not entirely + successful; for, when Byron was in Venice, it was not uncommon + for adventurous tourists to descend by a trap-door, and crawl + through holes, half choked by rubbish, to the depth of two + stories below the first range. So says the writer of the + <i>Notes</i> to the fourth canto of "Childe Harolde" (Byron's + friend Hobhouse, if our memory serves), who adds, "If you are + in want of consolation for the extinction of patrician power, + perhaps you may find it there. Scarcely a ray of light glimmers + into the narrow gallery which leads to the cells, and the + places of confinement themselves are totally dark. A little + hole in the wall admitted the damp air of the passages, and + served for the introduction of the prisoner's food. A wooden + pallet, about a foot or so from the ground, was the only + furniture. The conductors tell you a light was not allowed. The + cells are about five paces in length, two and a half in width, + and seven feet in height. They are directly beneath one + another, and respiration is somewhat difficult in the lower + holes. Only one prisoner was found when the Republicans + descended into these hideous recesses, and he is said to have + been confined sixteen years." When the prisoner's hour came he + was taken out and strangled in a cell upon the Bridge of + Sighs!</p> + + <p>And this was in Venice! The grand old Republic which was + once the greatest Power of Eastern Europe; the home of great + artists and architects, renowned the world over for arts and + arms; the Venice of "blind old Dandolo," who led her galleys to + victory at the ripe old age of eighty; the Venice of Doge + Foscari, whose son she tortured, imprisoned and murdered, and + whose own paternal, patriotic, great heart she broke; the + Venice of gay gallants, and noble, beautiful ladies; the Venice + of mumming, masking, and the carnival; the bright, beautiful + Venice of Shakspeare, Otway, and Byron; joyous, loving Venice; + cruel, fatal Venice!</p> + <hr /> + + <p>MODERN SATIRE.—A satire on everything is a satire on + nothing; it is mere absurdity. All contempt, all disrespect, + implies something respected, as a standard to which it is + referred; just as every valley implies a hill. The + <i>persiflage</i> of the French and of fashionable worldlings, + which turns into ridicule the exceptions and yet abjures the + rules, is like Trinculo's government—its latter end + forgets its beginning. Can there be a more mortal, poisonous + consumption and asphyxy of the mind than this decline and + extinction of all reverence?—<i>Jean + Paul</i>.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" + id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span> <br /> + + + <h2><a name="winter" + id="winter"><i>WINTER PICTURES FROM THE POETS.</i></a></h2> + + <p>Although English Poetry abounds with pictures of the + seasons, its Winter pictures are neither numerous, nor among + its best. For one good snow-piece we can readily find twenty + delicate Spring pictures—twinkling with morning dew, and + odorous with the perfume of early flowers. It would be easy to + make a large gallery of Summer pictures; and another gallery, + equally large, which should contain only the misty skies, the + dark clouds, and the falling leaves of Autumn. Not so with + Winter scenes. Not that the English poets have not painted the + last, and painted them finely, but that as a rule they have not + taken kindly to the work. They prefer to do what Keats did in + one of his poems, viz., make Winter a point of departure from + which Fancy shall wing her way to brighter days:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Fancy, high-commissioned; send her!</p> + + <p>She has vassals to attend her,</p> + + <p>She will bring, in spite of frost,</p> + + <p>Beauties that the earth hath lost,</p> + + <p>She will bring thee, all together,</p> + + <p>All delights of summer weather."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>But we must not let Keats come between us and the few among + his fellows who have sung of Winter for us. Above all, we must + not let him keep his and our master, Shakspeare, waiting:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"When icicles hang by the wall,</p> + + <p class="i2">And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,</p> + + <p>And Tom bears logs into the hall,</p> + + <p class="i2">And milk comes frozen home in pail,</p> + + <p>When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,</p> + + <p>Then nightly sings the staring owl,</p> + + <p class="i10">To-whoo;</p> + + <p>To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,</p> + + <p>While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"When all aloud the wind doth blow,</p> + + <p class="i2">And coughing drowns the parson's saw,</p> + + <p>And birds sit brooding in the snow,</p> + + <p class="i2">And Marian's nose looks red and raw.</p> + + <p>When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,</p> + + <p>Then nightly sings the staring owl,</p> + + <p class="i10">To-whoo;</p> + + <p>To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,</p> + + <p>While greasy Joan doth keel the pot."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>From Shakspeare to Thomson is something of a descent, but we + must make it before we can find any Winter poetry worth + quoting. Here is a picture, ready-made, for Landseer to put + into form and color:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"There, warm together pressed, the trooping deer</p> + + <p>Sleep on the new-fallen snows; and scarce his + head</p> + + <p>Raised o'er the heapy wreath, the branching elk</p> + + <p>Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss.</p> + + <p>The ruthless hunter wants nor dogs nor toils,</p> + + <p>Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drives</p> + + <p>The fearful flying race: with ponderous clubs,</p> + + <p>As weak against the mountain-heaps they push</p> + + <p>Their beating breast in vain, and piteous bray,</p> + + <p>He lays them quivering on the ensanguined snows,</p> + + <p>And with loud shouts rejoicing bears them home."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Cowper is superior to Thomson as a painter of Winter, + although it is doubtful whether he was by nature the better + poet. Here is one of his pictures:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The cattle mourn in corners, where the fence</p> + + <p>Screens them, and seem half petrified with sleep</p> + + <p>In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait</p> + + <p>Their wonted fodder; not like hungering man,</p> + + <p>Fretful if unsupplied; but silent, meek,</p> + + <p>And patient of the slow-paced swain's delay.</p> + + <p>He, from the stack, carves out the accustomed + load,</p> + + <p>Deep plunging, and again deep plunging oft,</p> + + <p>The broad keen knife into the solid mass:</p> + + <p>Smooth as a wall, the upright remnant stands,</p> + + <p>With such undeviating and even force</p> + + <p>He severs it away: no needless care,</p> + + <p>Lest storms should overset the leaning pile</p> + + <p>Deciduous, or its own unbalanced weight.</p> + + <p>Forth goes the woodman, leaving, unconcerned,</p> + + <p>The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe</p> + + <p>And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear,</p> + + <p>From morn to eve his solitary task.</p> + + <p>Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears</p> + + <p>And tail cropped short, half lurcher and half + cur,</p> + + <p>His dog attends him. Close behind his heel</p> + + <p>Now creeps he slow; and now, with many a frisk,</p> + + <p>Wide scampering, snatches up the drifted snow</p> + + <p>With ivory teeth, or ploughs it with his snout;</p> + + <p>Then shakes his powdered coat, and barks for + joy.</p> + + <p>Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl</p> + + <p>Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for + aught,</p> + + <p>But now and then, with pressure of his thumb</p> + + <p>To adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube</p> + + <p>That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud</p> + + <p>Streams far behind him, scenting all the air.</p> + + <p>Now from the roost, or from the neighboring + pale,</p> + + <p>Where, diligent to cast the first faint gleam</p> + + <p>Of smiling day, they gossiped side by side,</p> + + <p>Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call</p> + + <p>The feathered tribes domestic. Half on wing,</p> + + <p>And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood,</p> + + <p>Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge.</p> + + <p>The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering + eaves,</p> + + <p>To seize the fair occasion; well they eye</p> + + <p>The scattered grain, and thievishly resolved</p> + + <p>To escape the impending famine, often scared</p> + + <p>As oft return, a pert voracious kind.</p> + + <p>Clean riddance quickly made, one only care</p> + + <p>Remains to each, the search of sunny nook,</p> + + <p>Or shed impervious to the blast. Resigned</p> + + <p>To sad necessity, the cock foregoes</p> + + <p>His wonted strut; and, wading at their head,</p> + + <p>With well-considered steps, seems to resent</p> + + <p>His altered gait and stateliness retrenched."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>The American poets have excelled their English brethren in + painting the outward aspects of Winter. Here is Mr. Emerson's + description of a snow storm:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky</p> + + <p>Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,</p> + + <p>Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air</p> + + <p>Hides hills and woods, the river, and the + heaven,</p> + + <p>And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.</p> + + <p>The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's + feet</p> + + <p>Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates + sit</p> + + <p>Around the radiant fire-place, enclosed</p> + + <p>In a tumultuous privacy of storm.</p> + + <p class="i2">Come see the north wind's masonry.</p> + + <p>Out of an unseen quarry evermore</p> + + <p>Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer</p> + + <p>Curves his white bastions with projected roof</p> + + <p>Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.</p> + + <p>Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work</p> + + <p>So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he</p> + + <p>For number or proportion. Mockingly</p> + + <p>On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;</p> + + <p>A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn:</p> + + <p>Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,</p> + + <p>Maugre the farmer's sighs, and at the gate</p> + + <p>A tapering turret overtops the work.</p> + + <p>And when his hours are numbered, and the world</p> + + <p>Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,</p> + + <p>Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art</p> + + <p>To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,</p> + + <p>Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,</p> + + <p>The frolic architecture of the snow."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>In Mr. Bryant's "Winter Piece" we have a brilliant + description of frost-work:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i10">"Look! the massy trunks</p> + + <p>Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray</p> + + <p>Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven,</p> + + <p>Is studded with its trembling water-drops,</p> + + <p>That glimmer with an amethystine light.</p> + + <p>But round the parent stem the long low boughs</p> + + <p>Bend, in a glittering ring, and arbors hide</p> + + <p>The glassy floor. Oh! you might deem the spot</p> + + <p>The spacious cavern of some virgin mine,</p> + + <p>Deep in the womb of earth—where the gems + grow,</p> + + <p>And diamonds put forth radiant rods and bud</p> + + <p>With amethyst and topaz—and the place</p> + + <p>Lit up, most royally, with the pure beam</p> + + <p>That dwells in them. Or haply the vast hall</p> + + <p>Of fairy palace, that outlasts the night,</p> + + <p>And fades not in the glory of the sun;—</p> + + <p>Where crystal columns send forth slender shafts</p> + + <p>And crossing arches; and fantastic aisles</p> + + <p>Wind from the sight in brightness, and are lost,</p> + + <p>Among the crowded pillars. Raise thine eye;</p> + + <p>Thou seest no cavern roof, no palace vault;</p> + + <p>There the blue sky and the white drifting cloud</p> + + <p>Look in. Again the wildered fancy dreams</p> + + <p>Of spouting fountains, frozen as they rose,</p> + + <p>And fixed, with all their branching jets, in + air,</p> + + <p>And all their sluices sealed. All, all is light;</p> + + <p>Light without shade. But all shall pass away</p> + + <p>With the next sun. From numberless vast trunks,</p> + + <p>Loosened, the crashing ice shall make a sound</p> + + <p>Like the far roar of rivers, and the eve</p> + + <p>Shall close o'er the brown woods as it was + wont."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Winter, itself, has never been more happily impersonated + than by dear old Spenser. We meant to close with his portrait + of Winter, but, on second thoughts, we give, as more + seasonable, his description of January. The fourth line can + hardly fail to remind the reader of the second line of + Shakspeare's song, and to suggest the query—whether + Shakspeare borrowed from Spenser, Spenser from Shakspeare, or + both from Nature?</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Then came old January, wrapped well</p> + + <p>In many weeds to keep the cold away;</p> + + <p>Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,</p> + + <p>And blow his nayles to warme them if he may;</p> + + <p>For they were numbed with holding all the day</p> + + <p>An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood</p> + + <p>And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray:</p> + + <p>Upon an huge great earth-pot steane he stood,</p> + + <p>From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane + floud."</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>As long as you are engaged in the world, you must comply + with its maxims; because nothing is more unprofitable than the + wisdom of those persons who set up for reformers of the age. + 'Tis a part a man can not act long, without offending his + friends, and rendering himself ridiculous.—<i>St. + Gosemond</i>.</p><br /> + + + <h2><a name="pavilions" + id="pavilions"><i>THE PAVILIONS ON THE LAKE.</i></a></h2> + + <h3>From the French of Theophile Gautier.</h3> + + <p>In the province of Canton, several miles from the city, + there once lived two rich Chinese merchants, retired from + business. One of them was named Tou, the other Kouan. Both were + possessed of great riches, and were persons of much consequence + in the community.</p> + + <p>Tou and Kouan were distant relatives, and from early youth + had lived and worked side by side. Bound by ties of great + affection, they had built their homes near together, and every + evening they met with a few select friends to pass the hours in + delightful intercourse. Both possessed of much talent, they + vied with each other in the production of exquisite Chinese + handiwork, and spent the evenings in tracing poetry and fancy + designs on rice-paper as they drank each other's success in + tiny glasses of delicate cordial. But their characters, + apparently so harmonious, as time went on grew more and more + apart; they were like an almond tree, growing as one stem, + until little by little the branches divide so that the topmost + twigs are far from each other—half sending their bitter + perfume through the whole garden, while the other half scatter + their snow-white flowers outside the garden wall.</p> + + <p>From year to year Tou grew more serious; his figure + increased in dignity, even his double chin wore a solemn + expression, and he spent his whole time composing moral + inscriptions to hang over the doors of his pavilion.</p> + + <p>Kouan, on the contrary, grew jolly as his years increased. + He sang more gaily than ever in praise of wine, flowers, and + birds. His spirit, unburdened by vulgar cares, was light like a + young man's, and he dreamed of nothing but pure enjoyment.</p> + + <p>Little by little an intense hatred sprang up between the + friends. They could not meet without indulging in bitter + sarcasm. They were like two hedges of brambles, bristling with + sharp thorns. At last, things came to such a pass that they + could no longer endure each other's society, and each hung a + tablet by the door of his dwelling, stating that no person from + the neighboring house would be allowed to cross the threshold + on any pretext whatever.</p> + + <p>They would have been glad to move their houses to different + parts of the country, but, unhappily, this was not possible. + Tou even tried to sell his property but he set such an + unreasonable price that no buyer appeared, and he was, + moreover, unwilling to leave all the treasures he had + accumulated there—the sculptured wainscotting, the + polished panels, like mirrors, the transparent windows, the + gilded lattice-work, the bamboo lounges, the vases of rare + porcelain, the red and black lacquered cabinets, and the cases + full of books of ancient poetry. It was hard to give up to + strangers the garden where he had planted shade and fruit trees + with his own hands, and where, each spring he had watched the + opening of the flowers; where in short, each object was bound + to his heart by ties delicate as the finest silk, but strong as + iron chains.</p> + + <p>In the days of their friendship, Tou and Kouan had each + built a pavilion in his garden, on the shore of a lake, common + to both estates. It had been a great delight to sit in their + separate balconies and exchange friendly salutations while they + smoked opium in pipes of delicate porcelain. But after becoming + enemies they built a wall which divided the lake into two equal + portions. The water was so deep that the wall was supported on + a series of arches, through which the water flowed freely, + reflecting upon its placid surface the rival pavilions.</p> + + <p>These pavilions were exquisite specimens of Chinese + architecture. The roofs, covered with tiling, round and + brilliant as the scales which glisten on the sides of a + gold-fish, were supported upon red and black pillars which + rested on a solid foundation, richly ornamented with porcelain + slabs bearing all manner of artistic designs. A railing ran all + around, formed by a graceful intermingling of branches and + flowers wrought in ivory. The interior was not less sumptuous. + On the walls were inscribed verses of celebrated Chinese poems, + elegantly written in perpendicular lines, with golden + characters on a lacquered background. Shades of delicately + carved ivory, softened the light to a faint opal tint, and all + around stood pots of orchis, peonies, and daisies, which filled + the air with delicious perfume. Curtains of rich silk were + draped over the entrance, and on the marble tables within were + scattered fans, tooth-picks, ebony pipes, and pencils with all + conveniences for writing.</p> + + <p>All around the pavilions were picturesque grounds + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" + id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span> of rock, among whose clefts + grew clumps of willows, their long green twigs swaying on + the surface of the water. Under the crystal waves sported + myriads of gold-fish, and ducks with gay plumage floated + among the broad, shining leaves of water-lilies. Except in + the very centre of the pool, where the depth of the water + prevented the growth of aquatic plants, the whole surface + was covered with these leaves, like a carpet of soft green + velvet.</p> + + <p>Before the unsightly wall had been placed there by the + hostile owners, it was impossible to find a more picturesque + spot in the whole empire, and even now no philosopher would + have wished for a more retired and delicious retreat in which + to pass his days.</p> + + <p>Both Tou and Kouan felt deeply the loss of the enchanting + prospect, and gazed sadly upon the barren wall which rose + before their eyes, but each consoled himself with the idea that + his neighbor was as badly off as himself.</p> + + <p>Things went on in this way for several years. Grass and + weeds choked up the pathway between the two houses, and + brambles and branches of low shrubs intertwined across it, as + though they would bar all communication forever. It appeared as + if the plants understood the quarrel between the two old + friends, and took delight in perpetuating it.</p> + + <p>Meanwhile the wives of both Tou and Kouan were both blessed + each with a child. Madame Tou became the mother of a charming + girl, and Madame Kouan of the handsomest boy in the world. Each + family was ignorant of the happy event which had brought joy + into the home of the other, for although their houses were so + near together the families were as far apart as if they had + been separated by the great wall of the empire, or the ocean + itself. What mutual friends they still possessed, never alluded + to the affairs of one in the house of the other; even the + servants had been forbidden to exchange words with each other, + under pain of death.</p> + + <p>The boy was named Tchin-Sing, and the girl Ju-Kiouan, that + is to say, Jasper and Pearl. Their perfect beauty fully + justified the choice of their names. As they grew old enough to + take notice of their surroundings, the unsightly wall attracted + their attention, and each inquired of their parents why that + strange barrier was placed across the centre of such a charming + sheet of water, and to whom belonged the great trees of which + they could see the topmost boughs.</p> + + <p>Each was told that on the farther side of the wall was the + habitation of a strange and wicked family, and that it had been + placed there as a protection against such disagreeable + neighbors.</p> + + <p>This explanation was sufficient for the children. They grew + accustomed to the sight and thought no more about it.</p> + + <p>Ju-Kiouan grew in grace and beauty. She was skilled in all + lady-like accomplishments. The butterflies which she + embroidered upon satin appeared to live and beat their wings, + and one could almost hear the song of the birds which grew + under her fingers, and smell the perfume of the flowers she + wrought upon canvas. She knew the "Book of Odes" by heart, and + could repeat the five rules of life without missing a word. Her + handwriting was perfection, and she composed in all the + different styles of Chinese poetry. Her poems were upon all + those delicate themes which would attract the mind of a pure + young girl; upon the return of the swallows, the daisies, the + weeping willows and similar topics, and were of such merit as + to win much praise from the wise men of the country.</p> + + <p>Tchin-Sing was not less forward in his accomplishments, and + his name stood at the head of his class. Although he was very + young he had already gained the right to wear the black cap of + the wise men, and all the mothers in the country about wished + him for a son-in-law. But Tchin-Sing had but one answer to all + proposals; it was too soon, and he desired his liberty for some + time to come. He refused the hand of Hon-Giu, of Oma, and other + beautiful young girls. Never was a young man more courted and + more overwhelmed with sweets and flowers than he, but his heart + remained insensible to all attractions. Not on account of its + coldness, for he appeared full of longing for an object to + adore. His heart seemed fixed upon some memory, some dream, + perhaps, for whose realization he was waiting and hoping. It + was all in vain to tell him of beautiful tresses, languishing + eyes, and soft hands waiting for his acceptance. He listened + with a distracted air, as if thinking of other things.</p> + + <p>Ju-Kiouan was not less difficult to please. She refused all + suitors for her hand. This did not salute her gracefully, that + was not dainty in his habits; one had a bad handwriting, + another composed poor verses; in short all had some defect. She + drew amusing caricatures of everyone, which made her parents + laugh, and show the door to the unlucky lover in the most + polite manner possible.</p> + + <p>At last the parents of both young people became alarmed at + the continued refusal of their children to marry, and the + mothers commenced to follow the subject in their dreams. One + night Madame Kouan dreamed that she saw a pearl of wonderful + purity reposing on the breast of her son. On the other hand, + Madame Tou dreamed that on her daughter's forehead sparkled a + jasper of inestimable value. Much consultation was held as to + the significance of these dreams. Madame Kouan's was thought to + imply that her son would win the highest honors of the Imperial + Academy, while Madame Tou's might signify that her daughter + would find some untold treasure in the garden. These + interpretations, however, did not satisfy the two mothers, + whose whole minds were bent upon the happy marriage of their + children. Unfortunately both Tchin-Sing and Ju-Kiouan persisted + more obstinately than ever in their refusal to listen to the + subject.</p> + + <p>As young people are not usually so averse to marriage, the + parents suspected some secret attachment, but a few days' + careful watching sufficed to prove that Tchin-Sing was paying + court to no young girl, and that no lover was to be seen under + the balcony of Ju-Kiouan.</p> + + <p>At length both mothers decided to consult the bronze oracle + in the temple of Fo. After burning gilt paper and perfume + before the oracle, Madame Tou received the unsatisfactory + answer that, until the jasper appeared, the pearl would unite + with no one, and Madame Kouan was told the jasper would take + nothing to his bosom but the pearl. Both women went sadly + homeward in deeper perplexity than ever.</p> + + <p>One day Ju-Kiouan was leaning pensively on the balcony of + her pavilion, precisely at the same time when Tchin-Sing was + standing by his. The day was clear as crystal, and not a cloud + floated in the blue space above. There was not sufficient wind + to move the lightest twigs of the willows, and the surface of + the water was glistening and placid as a mirror, only + disturbed, here and there, when some tiny gold-fish leaped for + an instant into the sunshine. The trees and grassy banks were + reflected so distinctly that it was impossible to tell where + the real world left off, and the land of dreams began. + Ju-Kiouan was amusing herself watching the beauteous + water-picture when her eyes fell upon that portion of the lake, + near the wall, where, with all the clearness of reality, was + the reflection of the pavilion on the opposite shore.</p> + + <p>She had never noticed it before, and what was her surprise + to behold an exact reproduction of the one where she was + standing, the gilded roof, the red and black pillars, and all + the beauteous drapery about the doors. She would have been able + to read the inscription upon the tablets, had they not been + reversed. But what surprised her more than all was to see, + leaning on the balcony, a figure which, if it had not come from + the other side of the lake, she would have taken for her own + reflection. It was the mirrored image of Tchin-Sing. At first + she took it for the reflection of a girl, as he was dressed in + robes according to the fashion of the time. As the heat was + intense, he had thrown off his student's cap, and his hair fell + about his fresh, beardless face. But soon Ju-Kiouan recognized, + from the violent beating of her heart, that the reflection in + the water was not that of a young girl.</p> + + <p>Until then she had believed that the earth contained no + being created for her, and had often indulged in pensive revery + over her loneliness. Never, said she, shall I take my place as + a link between the past and future of my family, but I shall + enter among the shadows as a lonely shade.</p> + + <p>But when she beheld the reflection in the water, she found + that her beauty had a sister, or, more properly speaking, a + brother. Far from being displeased to discover that her beauty + was not unrivaled, she was filled with intense joy. Her heart + was beating and throbbing with love for another, and in that + instant Ju-Kiouan's whole life was changed. It was foolish in + her to fall violently in love with a reflection, of whose + reality she knew nothing, but after all she was only acting + like nearly all young girls who take a husband for his white + teeth or his curly hair, knowing nothing whatever of his real + character.</p> + + <p>Tchin-Sing had also perceived the charming reflection of the + young girl. "I am dreaming," he cried. "That beautiful image + upon the water is the combination of sunshine and the perfume + of many flowers. I recognize it well. It is the reflection of + the image within my own heart, the divine unknown whom I have + worshiped all my life."</p> + + <p>Tchin-Sing was aroused from his monologue by the voice of + his father, who called him to come at once to the grand + saloon.</p> + + <p>"My son," said he, "here is a very rich and very learned man + who seeks you as a husband for his daughter. The young girl has + imperial blood in her veins, is of a rare beauty, and possesses + all the qualities necessary to make her husband happy."</p> + + <p>Tchin-Sing, whose heart was bursting with love for the + reflection seen from the pavilion, refused decidedly. His + father, carried away with passion, heaped upon him the most + violent imprecations.</p> + + <p>"Undutiful child," said he, "if you persist in your + obstinacy, I will have you confined in one of the strongest + fortresses of the empire, where you will see nothing but the + sea beating against the rocks, and the mountains covered with + mist. There you will have leisure to reflect, and repent of + your wicked conduct."</p> + + <p>These threats did not frighten Tchin-Sing in the least. He + quickly replied that he would accept for his wife the first + maiden who touched his heart, and until then he should listen + to no one.</p> + + <p>The next day, at the same hour, he went to the pavilion on + the lake, and, leaning on the balcony, eagerly watched for the + beloved reflection. In a few moments he saw it glisten in the + water, beauteous as a boquet of submerged flowers.</p> + + <p>A radiant smile broke over the face of the reflection, which + proved to Tchin-Sing that his presence was not unpleasant to + the lovely unknown. But as it was impossible to hold + communication with a reflection whose substance is invisible, + he made a sign that he would write, and vanished into the + interior of the pavilion. He soon reappeared, bearing in his + hand a silvered paper, upon which he had written a declaration + of love in seven-syllabled stanzas. He carefully folded his + verses and placed them in the cup of a white flower, which he + rolled in a leaf of the water-lily, and placed the whole + tenderly upon the surface of the lake.</p> + + <p>A light breeze wafted the lover's message through the arches + of the wall, and it floated so near Ju-Kiouan that she had only + to stretch out her hand to receive it. Fearful of being seen + she returned to her private boudoir, where she read with great + delight the expressions of love written by Tchin-Sing. Her joy + was all the greater, as she recognized from the exquisite + hand-writing and choice versification that the writer was a man + of culture and talent. And when she read his signature, the + significance of which she perceived at once, remembering her + mother's dream, she felt that heaven had sent her the long + desired companion.</p> + + <p>The next day the breeze blew in a different direction, so + that Ju-Kiouan was able to send an answer in verse by the same + subtle messenger, by which, notwithstanding her girlish + modesty, it was easy to see that she returned the love of + Tchin-Sing.</p> + + <p>On reading the signature, Tchin-Sing could not repress an + exclamation of surprise and delight. "The pearl," said he, + "that is the precious jewel my mother saw glittering on my + bosom. I must at once entreat this young girl's hand of her + parents, for she is the wife appointed for me by the + oracle."</p> + + <p>As he was preparing to go, he suddenly remembered the + dislike between the two families, and the prohibitions + inscribed upon the tablet over the entrance. Determined to win + his prize at any cost, he resolved to confide the whole history + to his mother. Ju-Kiouan had also told her love to Madame Tou. + The names of Pearl and Jasper troubled the good matrons so much + that, not daring to set themselves against what appeared to be + the will of the gods, they both went again to the temple of + Fo.</p> + + <p>The bronze oracle replied that this marriage was in reality + the true interpretation of the dreams, and that to prevent it + would be to incur the eternal anger of the gods. Touched by the + entreaties of the mothers, and also by slight mutual advances, + the two fathers gave way and consented to a reconciliation of + the families. The two old friends, on meeting each other again, + were astonished to find what frivolous causes had separated + them for so many years, and mourned sincerely over all the + pleasure they had lost in being deprived of each other's + society. The marriage of the children was celebrated with much + rejoicing, and the Jasper and the Pearl were no longer obliged + to hold intercourse by means of a reflection on the water. The + wall was removed, and the wavelets rippled placidly between the + two pavilions on the lake.</p> + + <p class="author">—<i>H.S. + Conant.</i></p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" + id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:90%;"> + <a name="fig65" + id="fig65"><img width="100%" + src="images/65.jpg" + alt="IN THE MOUNTAINS." /></a> + + <h4>IN THE MOUNTAINS.</h4> + </div> + + <h2><a name="mountains" + id="mountains"><i>IN THE MOUNTAINS.</i></a></h2> + + <p>A line of Walter Savage Landor's, a poet for poets, was an + especial favorite with Southey, and, we believe, with Lamb. It + occurs in "Gebir," and drops from the lips of one of its + characters, who, being suddenly shown the sea, exclaims,</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Is this the mighty ocean?—is this all?"</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>The feeling which underlies this line is generally the first + emotion we have when brought face to face with the stupendous + forms of Nature. It is the feeling inspired by mountains, the + first sight of which is disappointing. They are grand, but not + quite what we were led to expect from pictures and books, and, + still more, from our own imaginations. The more we see + mountains, the more they grow upon us, until, finally, they are + clothed with a grandeur not, in all cases, belonging to + them—our Mount Washingtons over-topping the Alps, and the + Alps the Himmalayas. The poets assist us in thus magnifying + them.</p> + + <p>The American poets have translated the mountains of their + native land into excellent verse. Everybody remembers Mr. + Bryant's "Monument Mountain," for its touching story, and its + clearly-defined descriptions of scenery.</p> + + <p>Mr. Stedman has a mountain of his own, though perhaps only + in Dream-land; and Mr. Bayard Taylor has a whole range of them, + the sight of which once filled him with rapture:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"O deep, exulting freedom of the hills!</p> + + <p class="i2">O summits vast, that to the climbing + view</p> + + <p class="i2">In naked glory stand against the + blue!</p> + + <p>O cold and buoyant air, whose crystal fills</p> + + <p>Heaven's amethystine gaol! O speeding streams</p> + + <p class="i2">That foam and thunder from the cliffs + below!</p> + + <p class="i2">O slippery brinks and solitudes of + snow</p> + + <p>And granite bleakness, where the vulture + screams!</p> + + <p>O stormy pines, that wrestle with the breath</p> + + <p class="i2">Of every tempest, sharp and icy horns</p> + + <p class="i2">And hoary glaciers, sparkling in the + morns,</p> + + <p>And broad dim wonders of the world beneath!</p> + + <p>I summon ye, and mid the glare that fills</p> + + <p>The noisy mart, my spirit walks the hills."</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>GLADNESS OF NATURE.—Midnight—when asleep so + still and silent—seems inspired with the joyous spirit of + the owls in their revelry—and answers to their mirth and + merriment through all her clouds. The moping owl, + indeed!—the boding owl, forsooth! the melancholy owl, you + blockhead! why, they are the most cheerful, joy-portending, and + exulting of God's creatures. Their flow of animal spirits is + incessant—crowing cocks are a joke to them—blue + devils are to them unknown—not one hypochondriac in a + thousand barns—and the Man-in-the-Moon acknowledges that + he never heard one utter a complaint.</p><br /> + + + <h2><a name="nooning" + id="nooning"><i>THE NOONING.</i></a></h2> + + <p>Mr. Darley's very characteristic picture on the opposite + page needs no description, it so thoroughly explains itself, + and realizes his intention. The following lines from Mary + Howitt seem very appropriate to the sketch:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"O golden fields of bending corn,</p> + + <p class="i4">How beautiful they seem!</p> + + <p>The reaper-folk, the piled up sheaves,</p> + + <p class="i4">To me are like a dream;</p> + + <p>The sunshine and the very air</p> + + <p>Seem of old time, and take me there."</p> + </div> + </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" + id="page19"></a>[pg 19]</span> <br /> + + + <h2><a name="mandarin" + id="mandarin"><i>A MANDARIN.</i></a></h2> + + <h3>From the French of Auguste Vitu.</h3> + + <p>It was Saturday night, and the pavement sparkled with frost + diamonds under flashing lights and echoing steps in the opera + quarter. Tinkling carnival bells and wild singing resounded + from all the carriages dashing towards Rue Lepelletier; the + shops were only half shut, and Paris, wide awake, reveled in a + fairy-night frolic.</p> + + <p>And yet, Felix d'Aubremel, one of the bright applauded + heroes of those orgies, seemed in no mood to answer their mad + challenge. Plunged in a deep armchair, hands drooping and feet + on the fender, he was sunk in sombre revery. An open book lay + near him, and a letter was flung, furiously crumpled, on the + floor.</p> + + <p>An orphan at the age of twelve, Felix had watched his + mother's slow death through ten years of suffering. The Marquis + Gratien d'Aubremel, ruined by reckless dissipation, and driven + by necessity, rather than love, into a marriage with an English + heiress, Margaret Malden, deserted her, like the wretch he was, + as soon as the last of her dowry melted away. A common story + enough, and ending in as common a close. D'Aubremel sailed for + the Indies to retrieve his fortune, and met death there by + yellow fever. So that the sad lessons of Felix's family life + stimulated to excess his innate leaning towards + misanthropy—if that name may define a resistless urgency + of belief in the appearances of evil, linked with a doubt of + the reality of good. Probably, at heart, he believed himself + incapable of a bad action, but he would take no oath to such a + conviction, since by his theory every man must yield under + certain circumstances, attacking powerfully his personal + interest, while threatening slight danger of failure or + detection. This style of thought, set off by a fair share of + witty expression and ever-ready impertinence, gave Felix a kind + of ascendancy in his circle of intimates—but naturally it + gained him no friends. Common reputation grows out of words + rather than actions, and Felix suffered the just penalty of his + sceptical fancies. They cost him more than they were worth, as + he had just learned by sad experience.</p> + + <p>He had chanced to make the acquaintance of a rich + manufacturer, Montmorot by name, whose daughter Ernestine was + pleased with the devotion of a charming young fellow, who + mingled the rather reckless grace of French cleverness with a + reserved style and refined pride gained from the English blood + of the Maldens. For his part, Felix really loved the girl, and + had let his impatience, that very day, carry him into a step + that failed to move the elder Montmorot's inflexibility. He + refused absolutely to give his daughter to a man without + fortune or prospects. Felix was crushed, his hopes all + shattered at a blow, by this answer, though he had a thousand + reasons to expect it. And at what a moment! A half-unfolded red + ticket, stuffed with disgusting threats, peeped out from + between the wall and his sofa. The officers of justice had paid + him a little visit. He got into a passion with himself.</p> + + <p>"Pshaw," he cried, "confound all scruples! If I had been + less in love I should be Ernestine's husband now. With a pretty + wife, one I am so fond of, too, I should have fortune, + position, and the luxury indispensable to my life—now, I + don't know where to lay my head to-morrow. To-morrow, at ten + o'clock, the sheriff will seize everything—everything, + from that Troyou sketch to that china monster, nodding his + frightful sneering head at me. They will carry off this casket + that was my father's—this locket, with the hair + of—of—what the deuce was her name? Poor girl! how + she loved me! And now all that is left of her + vanishes—even her name!</p> + + <p>"What, nothing? no hope? Not even one of those silly + impulses that used to drive me out into the streets when + everybody else was abed, with the firm conviction that at some + crossing, in some gutter, some unknown deity must have dropped + a fat pocket-book, on purpose for me! I believed in something, + then—even in lost pocket-books. And now, now! I would + commit no such follies as that, but I believe I could be guilty + of even worse things, if crime, common, low, contemptible, + shameful crime, were not forbidden to the son of the Marquis + d'Aubremel and Margaret Malden.</p> + + <p>"Oh, great genius!" he went on, taking up the open book near + him, "great philosopher, called a sophist by the + ignorant—how deep a truth you uttered in writing these + lines, that I never read over without a shudder: 'Imagine a + Chinese mandarin, living in a fabulous country three thousand + leagues away, whom you have never seen and shall never + see—imagine, moreover, that the death of this mandarin, + this man, almost a myth, would make you a millionaire, and that + you have but to lift your finger, at home, in France, to bring + about his death, without the possibility of ever being called + to account for it by any one; say, what would you do?'</p> + + <p>"That fearful passage must have made many men + dream—and does not Bianchon, that great materialist, so + well painted by Balzac, confess that he has got as far as his + thirty-third mandarin? What a St. Bartholomew of mandarins, if + my philosopher's supposition could grow into a truth!"</p> + + <p>Felix ceased his soliloquy, and bent his head to let the + storm raised in his soul by the atheist philosopher pass over. + His bad instincts, aroused, spoke louder at that instant than + reason, louder than reality. His glance fell on the + chimney-piece, where a porcelain figure, the grotesque <i>chef + d'oeuvre</i> of some great Chinese artist, leered at him with + its everlasting grin. The young man smiled. "Perhaps that is + the likeness of a mandarin—bulbous nose, hanging cheeks, + moustaches drooping like plumes, a peaked head, knotty + hands—a regular deformity. Reflecting on the ugliness of + that idiotic race, there is much to be urged by way of excuse + for people who kill mandarins."</p> + + <p>Some persistent thought evidently haunted Felix's mind. + Again he drove it off, and again it beset him.</p> + + <p>"Pshaw!" he exclaimed, after a last brief struggle, "I am + alone, and out of sorts. I will amuse myself with a carnival + freak, a mere theoretic and philosophic piece of nonsense. I + have tried many worse ones. It wants a quarter to twelve. I + give myself fifteen minutes to study my spells. Let me see, + what mandarin shall I murder? I don't know any, and I have no + peerage list of the Flowery Empire. Let me try the + newspapers."</p> + + <p>It was in the height of the English war with China. On the + seventh column of the paper our hero found a proclamation + signed by the imperial commissioners, Lin, Lou, Lun, and + Li.</p> + + <p>"Here goes for Li," he said to himself. "He is likely to be + the youngest."</p> + + <p>The clock began to strike, announcing the hour. Felix placed + himself solemnly before the mirror, and said aloud, in a grave + tone: "If the death of Mandarin Li will make me rich and + powerful, whatever may come of it, I vote for the death of + Mandarin Li." He lifted his finger—at that instant the + porcelain figure rocked on its base, and fell in fragments at + Felix's feet. The glass reflected his startled face. He + thrilled for an instant with superstitious terror, but + recollecting that his finger had touched the fragile figure, he + accounted for it as an accident, and went to bed and to such + repose as a debtor can enjoy with an execution hanging over his + head.</p> + + <p>Masks and dominos made the street merry under his window. + The opera ball was unusually brilliant, experts said, and + nothing made the Parisians aware that on the night of January + 12th, 1840, Felix d'Aubremel had passed sentence of death on + Chinaman Li, son of Mung, son of Tseu, a literate mandarin of + the 114th class.</p> + + <p>Nine months later Felix d'Aubremel was living in furnished + lodgings in an alley off the Rue St. Pierre, and living by + borrowing. The gentlemanly sceptic owed his landlady a good + deal of money; his clothes were aged past wearing, and his + tailor had long ago broken off all relations with him. The + Marquis d'Aubremel was within a hairsbreadth of that utterly + crushed state that ends in madness, or in suicide—which + is only a variety of madness.</p> + + <p>One morning while sitting in the glass cage that leads to + the staircase of every lodging-house, waiting to beg another + respite from his landlady, he took up a newspaper, and the + following notice was lucky enough to catch his attention.</p> + + <p>"Chiusang, 12th January, 1840. Hostilities have broken out + between England and the Celestial Empire. The sudden and + inexplicable death of Mandarin Li, the only member of the + council who opposed the violent and warlike projects of Lin, + led to unfortunate events. At the first attack the Chinese + fled, with the basest want of pluck, but in their retreat they + murdered several English merchants, and among them an old + resident, Richard Maiden, who leaves an estate of half a + million sterling. The heirs of the deceased are requested to + communicate with William Harrison, Solicitor, Lincoln's + Inn."</p> + + <p>"My uncle!" cried Felix. "Alas, I have killed my uncle and + Mandarin Li."</p> + + <p>He had not a penny to pay for his traveling expenses to + London; but, on producing his certificate of birth and the + newspaper article, his landlady easily negotiated for him with + an honest broker, who advanced him a thousand francs to arrange + his affairs, without interest, upon his note for a trifle of + eighteen hundred, payable in six weeks.</p> + + <p>Eight days after reaching London, Felix, established in a + fashionable hotel, was awaiting with nervous eagerness the + first instalment of a million, the proceeds of a cargo of teas, + sold under the direction of Mr. Harrison. He was too restless + for thought, burning with impatience to take possession of his + property, to handle his wealth, and, as it were, to verify his + dream. Yet the fact was indisputable. Richard Malden's death, + and his own relationship to the intestate had been legally + proved and established. Felix d'Aubremel regularly and + assuredly inherited a fortune, and he had no doubts nor + scruples on that point.</p> + + <p>A servant interrupted his reflections, announcing his + solicitor's clerk. "Why does not Mr. Harrison come himself?" he + was on the point of asking, but amazement at the clerk's + appearance took away his breath. He was a shriveled little + object, slight, bony, crooked and hideous, with a monstrous + head and round eyes, a bald skull, a flat nose, a mouth from + ear to ear, and a little jutting paunch that looked like a + sack.</p> + + <p>"I bring the Marquis d'Aubremel the monies he is expecting," + said the man, and his voice, shrill and silvery, like a musical + box or the bell of a clock, impressed Felix painfully. The + voice grated on the nerves. "I have drawn a receipt in regular + form," said Felix, extending his hand. But the solicitor's + clerk leaned his back against the door, without stirring a + step. "Well, sir," Felix exclaimed with a convulsive effort. + The man approached slowly, scarcely moving his feet, as if + sliding across the floor. His right hand was buried in his coat + pocket; he held his head bent down, and his lips moved + inaudibly. At last he pulled from his pocket a large bundle of + banknotes, bills and papers, drew near the window, and began to + count them carefully.</p> + + <p>Felix was then struck by a strange phenomenon that might + well inspire undefined terror. Standing directly in front of + the window, the clerk's figure cast no shadow, though the sun's + rays fell full upon it, and through his human body, translucent + as rock crystal, Felix plainly saw the houses across the + street. Then his eyes seemed to be suddenly unsealed. The + clerk's black coat took colors, blue, green, and scarlet; it + lengthened out into the folds of a robe, and blazed with the + dazzling image of the fire-dragon, the son of Buddha; a lock of + stiff grayish hair sprouted like a short tuft out of his + yellowish skull; his round tawny eyes rolled with frightful + rapidity in their sockets.</p> + + <p>Felix recognized Li, son of Mung, son of Tseu, the literate + mandarin of the 114th class. The murderer had never seen his + victim, but could not doubt his identity a moment, thanks to + the marvelous resemblance between the solicitor's clerk and the + china monster that dropped into bits at his feet the night of + January 12th, 1840.</p> + + <p>Meantime the man had done counting his package, and held it + out to Felix, saying, in his grating, vibrating tones, + "Monsieur le Marquis, here are forty thousand pounds sterling; + please to give me your receipt." And Felix heard the voice say + in a shriller under-key, "Felix, here is an instalment of the + million, the price of your crime. Felix, my assassin, take this + money from my hand."</p> + + <p>"From my hand," echoed a thousand fine voices, quivering all + through the air of the room.</p> + + <p>"No, no," cried Felix, pushing the clerk away, "the money + would burn me! Begone with you!"</p> + + <p>He dropped exhausted into a chair, half suffocated, with + drops of sweat rolling down his convulsed face. The man bowed + to the floor, and slowly moved away backwards. With every + gradual step Felix saw his natural shape return. The rays of + the autumn sun ceased to light up that mysterious apparition, + and only his attorney's humble clerk stood before Felix. With a + rush overpowering his will, Felix dashed after the old man, + already across the threshold, and overtook him on the + staircase.</p> + + <p>"My papers!" he shouted imperiously. "Here they are, sir," + said the old fellow quietly.</p> + + <p>Felix regained his room, bolted the door, and counted the + immense sum contained in the pocket-book with excitement + bordering on frenzy. Then he bathed his burning head with cold + water, and threw an anxious look around the room.</p> + + <p>"I must have had an attack of fever," he muttered.</p> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a name="fig38" + id="fig38"><img width="100%" + src="images/38.jpg" + alt="A TROPIC FOREST.—GRANVILLE PERKINS" /></a> + + <h4>A TROPIC FOREST.—GRANVILLE PERKINS</h4> + </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page20" + id="page20"></a>[pg 20]</span> + + <p>"Mandarins don't rise from the dead, and a man can't kill + another by simply lifting his finger. So my philosopher talked + like one who knows nothing of moral experience. If the fancy of + an unreal crime almost drove me mad, what must be the remorse + of an actual criminal?"</p> + + <p>The same evening Felix ordered post horses and set out for + France.</p> + + <p>Some months later, Monsieur Montmorot, chevalier of the + legion of honor, gave a grand dinner to celebrate his + daughter's betrothal with the Marquis Felix d'Aubremel, one of + the noblest names in France, as he styled it. The contract + settling a part of his fortune on his daughter Ernestine was + signed at nine in the evening. The Monday following the pair + presented themselves before the civil officials to solemnize + their marriage by due legal ceremonies.</p> + + <p>Felix, a prey to the strange hallucination that incessantly + pursued him, saw a likeness between the official and the + Chinese figure he had awkwardly thrown down and broken one + night long ago. Presently his face darkened, and his eyes began + to burn. Behind the magistrate's blue spectacles he caught the + gleam and roll of the tawny eyes belonging to Mr. Harrison's + clerk, to Li, son of Mung, son of Tseu.</p> + + <p>When at length the magistrate put the formal question, + "Felix Etienne d'Aubremel, do you take for your wife Ernestine + Juliette Montmorot," Felix heard a shrill ringing voice say, + "Felix, I give you your wife with my hand—my hand."</p> + + <p>The official repeated the question more loudly. "With my + hand—my hand," whispered a thousand mocking little + voices.</p> + + <p>"No!" Felix shouted rather than answered, and rushed away + from the spot like a lunatic.</p> + + <p>Once more at home, he shut out everyone and flung himself on + his bed, in a state of stupor that weighed him down till + night—a sort of dull torpor of brain, with utter + exhaustion of physical strength—a misery of formless + thought. Towards evening one persistent idea aroused him from + this strange lethargy.</p> + + <p>"I am a cowardly murderer," he groaned. "I wished for my + fellow-being's death. God punishes me—I will execute his + sentence." He stretched out his hand in the dark, groping for a + dagger that hung from the wall. Then a mild brightness filtered + through the curtains and irradiated the bed. Felix distinctly + saw the grotesque figure of Mandarin Li standing a few steps + away. The shadow of death darkened his face, and without + seeming movement of his lips, Felix heard these words, uttered + by that shrill ringing voice so hated, now mellowed into divine + music.</p> + + <p>"Felix d'Aubremel, God does not will that you should die, + and I, his servant, am sent to tell you his decree. You have + been cruel and covetous—you have wished an innocent man's + death, and his death caused that of a multitude of victims to + the barbarous passions of a great western nation. Man's life + must be sacred for every man. God only can take what he gave. + Live, then, if you would not add a great crime to a great + error. And if forgiveness from one dead can restore in part + your strength and courage to endure, Felix, I forgive you."</p> + + <p>The vision vanished.</p> + + <p>Felix religiously obeyed the instructions of Li, and + consecrated his life by a vow to the relief of human misery + wherever he found it. He devoted Richard Malden's vast fortune + to founding charitable establishments. Ernestine Montmorot + would never consent to see him again.</p> + + <p>Two years ago, yielding to an impulse easy to understand, he + requested the English consul at Chiusang to make inquiries as + to the family of Li, who might perhaps be suffering in poverty. + Nothing more could be discovered than that the gracious + sovereign of the Middle Kingdom had confiscated the property of + Li's family, that his wife had died of sorrow, in misery, and + that his son, Li, having taken the liberty to complain of the + glorious emperor's severity, suffered death by the bowstring, + as is proper and reasonable in all well-governed states.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a name="fig66" + id="fig66"><img width="100%" + src="images/66.jpg" + alt="MOTHER IS HERE!—DEIKER." /></a> + + <h4>MOTHER IS HERE!—DEIKER.</h4> + </div> + + <p>MOTHER IS HERE!—A little fawn in the clutches of a fox + bleats loudly for help. The mother appears quickly on the + scene, and Renard retires, foiled and chagrined at the loss of + his dinner. He stays not upon the order of his going, but goes + at once. The artist Deiker is a well-known German painter, + whose success with these pictures of animal life ranks him with + such men as Beckmann and Hammer, whose names are familiar to + the friends of <i>THE ALDINE</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3><a name="tropic" id="tropic"><i>A TROPIC FOREST.</i></a></h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Trees lifted to the skies their stately heads,</p> + + <p>Tufted with verdure, like depending plumage,</p> + + <p>O'er stems unknotted, waving to the wind:</p> + + <p>Of these in graceful form, and simple beauty,</p> + + <p>The fruitful cocoa and the fragrant palm</p> + + <p>Excelled the wilding daughters of the wood,</p> + + <p>That stretched unwieldly their enormous arms,</p> + + <p>Clad with luxuriant foliage, from the trunk,</p> + + <p>Like the old eagle feathered to the heel;</p> + + <p>While every fibre, from the lowest root</p> + + <p>To the last leaf upon the topmost twig,</p> + + <p>Was held by common sympathy, diffusing</p> + + <p>Through all the complex frame unconscious life.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>—<i>Montgomery's Pelican Island</i>.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>What makes us like new acquaintances is not so much any + weariness of our old ones, or the pleasure of change, as + disgust at not being sufficiently admired by those who know us + too well, and the hope of being more so by those who do not + know so much of us.—<i>La + Rochefoucauld</i>.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" + id="page23"></a>[pg 23]</span> <br /> + + + <h2><i>AMONG THE DAISIES.</i></h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Laud the first spring daisies—</p> + + <p>Chant aloud their praises."—<i>Ed. + Youl.</i></p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"When daisies pied and violets blue,</p> + + <p class="i2">And lady-smocks all silver + white—</p> + + <p>And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,</p> + + <p class="i2">Do paint the meadows with delight."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="author">—<i>Shakspeare.</i></p> + + <p>"Belle et douce Marguerite, aimable soeur du roi Kingcup," + enthusiastically exclaims genial Leigh Hunt, "we would tilt for + thee with a hundred pens against the stoutest poet that did not + find perfection in thy cheek." And yet, who would have the + heart to slander the daisy, or cause a blush of shame to tint + its whiteness? Tastes vary, and poets may value the flower + differently; but a rash, deliberate condemnation of the daisy + is as likely to become realized as is a harsh condemnation of + the innocence and simplicity of childhood. So the chivalric + Hunt need not fear being invoked from the silence of the grave + to take part in a lively tournament for "belle et douce + Marguerite."</p> + + <p>Subjectively, the daisy is a theme upon which we love to + linger. In our natural state, when flesh and spirit are both + models of meekness, two objects are wont to throw us into a + kind of ecstasy: a row of nicely painted white railings, and a + bunch of fresh daisies. These waft us back along a vista of + years, peopled with scenes the most entrancing, and fancies the + most pleasing. They call up at once the old country home: the + honeysuckle clasping the thatched cottage, contrasting so + prettily with the white fence in front: the sloping fields of + green painted with daisies, through which, unshackled, the + buoyant breeze swept so peacefully. It was an invariable rule, + in those days, to troop through the meadows at early morn and, + like a young knight-errant, bear home in triumph "Marguerite," + the peerless daisy, rescued from the clutches of unmentionable + dragons, and now to beam brightly on us for the rest of the day + from a neighboring mantel-piece. And it was with great + reluctance that we refrained from decapitating the whole field + of daisies at one fell sweep, when we were once allowed to + touch their upturned faces. A contract was then made on the + spot: we were permitted to pluck the daisies on condition that + we plucked but one every day. The field was not large, and long + before the blasts of autumn had hushed the voices of the + flowers, not a single daisy remained. Advancing spring threw + lavish handfuls once more on the grass, and on these we sported + anew with all the ardor of boyhood.</p> + + <p>Our enthusiasm for the daisy then is only equaled by the + gratitude it now awakens. Too soon does the busy world, with + unwarrantable liberty, allure us from boyish scenes. Too soon + are the buoyant fancies of youth succeeded by the feverish + anxieties of age, happy innocence by the consciousness of evil, + confidence by doubt, faith by despair. We must chill our + demonstrativeness, restrain our affections, blunt our + sensibilities. We must cultivate conscience until we have too + much of it, and become monkish, savage and misanthropic. The + asceticism of manhood is apparent from the studied air with + which everybody is on his guard against his neighbor. In a + crowded car, men instinctively clutch their pockets, and fancy + a pickpocket in a benevolent-looking old gentleman opposite. + When we see men so distrustful, we shun them. They then call us + selfish when we feel only solitary. We protest against such + manhood as would lower golden ideals of youth to its own + contemptible <i>Avernus</i>. And now as our daisy, which is + blooming before us, sagely nods its white crest as it is swayed + by the passing breeze, it seems to bring back of itself decades + gone forever. We never intend to become a man. We keep our + boy's heart ever fresh and ever warm. We don't care if the + whole human race, from the Ascidians to Darwin himself, assail + us and fiercely thrust us once more into short jackets and + knickerbockers, provided they allow an indefinite vacation in a + daisy field. The joy of childhood is said to be vague. It was + all satisfying to us once, and we do not intend to allow it to + waste in unconscious effervescence among the gaudier though + less gratifying delights of manhood.</p> + + <p>It is, however, of daisies among the poets we would speak at + more length. In fact, to the imaginative mind, the daisy in + poetry is as suggestive as the daisy in nature. + Philosophically, they are identical; in the absence of the one + you can commune with the other. Thus unconsciously the daisy + undergoes a metempsychosis; its soul is transferred at will + from meadow to book and from book to meadow, without losing a + particle of its vitality.</p> + + <p>To premise with the daisy historically: Among the Romans it + was called <i>Bellis</i>, or "pretty one;" in modern Greece, it + is star-flower. In France, Spain, and Italy, it was named + "Marguerita," or pearl, a term which, being of Greek origin, + doubtless was brought from Constantinople by the Franks. From + the word "Marguerita," poems in praise of the daisy were termed + "Bargerets." Warton calls them "Bergerets," or "songs du + Berger," that is, shepherd songs. These were pastorals, lauding + fair mistresses and maidens of the day under the familiar title + of the daisy. Froissart has written a characteristic Bargeret; + and Chaucer, in his "Flower and the Leaf," sings:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"And, at the last, there began, anone,</p> + + <p>A lady for to sing right womanly,</p> + + <p>A bargaret in praising the daisie;</p> + + <p>For as methought among her notes sweet,</p> + + <p>She said, 'Si douce est la Margarite."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Speght supposes that Chaucer here intends to pay a + compliment to Lady Margaret, King Edward's daughter, Countess + of Pembroke, one of his patronesses. But Warton hesitates to + express a decided opinion as to the reference. Chaucer shows + his love for the daisy in other places. In his "Prologue to the + Legend of Good Women," alluding to the power with which the + flowers drive him from his books, he says that</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i10">"all the floures in the mede,</p> + + <p>Than love I most these floures white and rede,</p> + + <p>Soch that men callen daisies in our toun</p> + + <p>To hem I have so great affectioun,</p> + + <p>As I sayd erst, whan comen is the May,</p> + + <p>That in my bedde there daweth me no day,</p> + + <p>That I nam up and walking in the mede,</p> + + <p>To seen this floure agenst the Sunne sprede."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>To see it early in the morn, the poet continues:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"That blissfull sight softeneth all my sorow,</p> + + <p>So glad am I, whan that I have presence</p> + + <p>Of it, to done it all reverence</p> + + <p>As she that is of all floures the floure."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Chaucer says that to him it is ever fresh, that he will + cherish it till his heart dies; and then he describes himself + resting on the grass, gazing on the daisy:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Adowne full softly I gan to sink,</p> + + <p>And leaning on my elbow and my side,</p> + + <p>The long day I shope me for to abide,</p> + + <p>For nothing els, and I shall nat lie,</p> + + <p>But for to looke upon the daisie,</p> + + <p>That well by reason men it call may</p> + + <p>The daisie, or els the eye of day."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Chaucer gives us the true etymology of the word in the last + line. Ben Jonson, to confirm it, writes with more force than + elegance,</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Days-eyes, and the lippes of cows;"</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>that is, cowslips; a "disentanglement of + compounds,"—Leigh Hunt says, in the style of the + parodists:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Puddings of the plum</p> + + <p>And fingers of the lady."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>The poets abound in allusions to the daisy. It serves both + for a moral and for an epithet. The morality is adduced more by + our later poets, who have written whole poems in its honor. The + earlier poets content themselves generally with the daisy in + description, and leave the daisy in ethics to such a + philosophico-poetical Titan as Wordsworth. Douglas (1471), in + his description of the month of May, writes:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The dasy did on crede (unbraid) hir crownet + smale."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>And Lyndesay (1496), in the prologue to his "Dreme," + describes June</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Weill bordowrit with dasyis of delyte."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>The eccentric Skelton, who wrote about the close of the 15th + century, in a sonnet, says:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Your colowre</p> + + <p>Is lyke the daisy flowre</p> + + <p>After the April showre."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Thomas Westwood, in an agreeable little madrigal, pictures + the daisies:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"All their white and pinky faces</p> + + <p>Starring over the green places."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Thomas Nash (1592), in another of similar quality, + exclaims:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The fields breathe sweet,</p> + + <p>The daisies kiss our feet."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Suckling, in his famous "Wedding," in his description of the + bride, confesses:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Her cheeks so rare a white was on</p> + + <p>No daisy makes comparison."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Spenser, in his "Prothalamion," alludes to</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The little dazie that at evening closes."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>George Wither speaks of the power of his imagination:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"By a daisy, whose leaves spread</p> + + <p>Shut when Titan goes to bed;</p> + + <p>Or a shady bush or tree,</p> + + <p>She could more infuse in me</p> + + <p>Than all Nature's beauties can</p> + + <p>In some other wiser man."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Poor Chatterton, in his "Tragedy of Ella," refers to the + daisy in the line:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"In daiseyed mantells is the mountayne dyghte."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Hervey, in his "May," describes</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The daisy singing in the grass</p> + + <p>As thro' the cloud the star."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>And Hood, in his fanciful "Midsummer Fairies," sings of</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Daisy stars whose firmament is green."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Burns, whose "Ode to a Mountain Daisy" is so universally + admired, gives, besides, a few brief notices of the daisy:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"The lowly daisy sweetly blows—"</p> + + <p>"The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Tennyson has made the daisy a subject of one of his most + unsatisfactory poems. In "Maud," he writes:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Her feet have touched the meadows</p> + + <p>And left the daisies rosy."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>To Wordsworth, the poet of nature, the daisy seems perfectly + intelligible. Scattered throughout the lowly places, with + meekness it seems to shed beauty over its surroundings, and + compensate for gaudy vesture by cheerful contentment. + Wordsworth calls the daisy "the poet's darling," "a nun + demure," "a little Cyclops," "an unassuming commonplace of + nature," and sums up its excellences in a verse which may fitly + conclude our attempt to pluck a bouquet of fresh daisies from + the poets:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Sweet flower! for by that name at last,</p> + + <p>When all my reveries are past,</p> + + <p>I call thee, and to that cleave fast;</p> + + <p class="i2">Sweet silent creature!</p> + + <p>That breath'st with me in sun and air,</p> + + <p>Do thou, as thou art wont, repair</p> + + <p>My heart with gladness, and a share</p> + + <p class="i2">Of thy meek nature!"</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="author">—<i>A.S. Isaacs</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2><a name="coleridge" + id="coleridge"><i>COLERIDGE AS A PLAGIARIST.</i></a></h2> + + <h3>SOMETHING CHILDISH BUT VERY NATURAL.</h3> + + <h4>Written in Germany 1798-99.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>If I had but two little wings,</p> + + <p class="i2">And were a little feathery bird,</p> + + <p class="i4">To you I'd fly, my dear!</p> + + <p>But thoughts like these are idle things,</p> + + <p class="i6">And I stay here.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But in my sleep to you I fly:</p> + + <p class="i2">I'm always with you in my sleep!</p> + + <p class="i4">The world is all one's own.</p> + + <p>But then one wakes, and where am I?</p> + + <p class="i6">All, all alone.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids,</p> + + <p class="i2">So I love to wake ere break of day:</p> + + <p class="i4">For though my sleep be gone,</p> + + <p>Yet, while tis dark, one shuts one's lids,</p> + + <p class="i6">And still dreams on.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>Thus much for Coleridge. Now for his original:</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Were I a little bird,</p> + + <p>Had I two wings of mine,</p> + + <p>I'd fly to my dear;</p> + + <p>But that can never be,</p> + + <p>So I stay here.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Though I am far from thee,</p> + + <p>Sleeping I'm near to thee,</p> + + <p>Talk with my dear;</p> + + <p>When I awake again,</p> + + <p>I am alone.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Scarce there's an hour in the night</p> + + <p>When sleep does not take its flight,</p> + + <p>And I think of thee,</p> + + <p>How many thousand times</p> + + <p>Thou gav'st thy heart to me."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>"This," says Mr. Bayard Taylor, in the <i>Notes</i> to his + translation of <i>Faust</i>, "this is an old song of the people + of Germany. Herder published it in his <i>Volkslieder</i>, in + 1779, but it was no doubt familiar to Goethe in his childhood. + The original melody, to which it is still sung, is as simple + and sweet as the + words."</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page224" + id="page224"></a>[pg 224]</span> <br /> + + + <h2><i>AMONG THE PERUVIANS.</i></h2> + + <p>The extremes of civilization and barbarism are nearer + together in those countries which the Spaniards have wrested + from their native inhabitants, than in any other portion of the + globe. Before other European races, aboriginal tribes, even the + fiercest, gradually disappear. They hold their own before the + descendants of the <i>conquistadores</i>, who conquered the New + World only to be conquered by it. Out of Spain the Spaniard + deteriorates, and nowhere so much as in South America. Of + course he is superior there to the best of the Indian tribes + with which he is thrown in contact; but we doubt whether he is + superior to the intelligent, but forgotten, races which peopled + the regions around him centuries before Pizzaro set foot + therein, and which built enormous cities whose ruins have long + been overgrown by forests. To compare the Spaniard of to-day, + in Peru, with its ancient Incas is to do him no honor. To be + sure, he is a good Catholic, which the Incas were not, but he + is indolent, enervated, and enslaved by his own passions. His + religion has not done much for him—at least in this + world, whatever it may do in the next. It has done still less, + if that be possible, for the aboriginal Peruvians.</p> + + <p>"In all parts of Peru," says a recent traveler, "except + amongst the savage Indian tribes, Christianity, at least + nominally prevails. The aborigines, however, converted by the + sword in the old days of Spanish persecution, do not, as a + rule, seem to have more notion of that faith in the country + parts, than such as may be obtained from stray visits of some + errant, image-bearing friar, whose principal object is to + obtain sundry <i>reals</i> in consideration of prayers offered + to his little idols. These wandering ministers also distribute + execrably colored prints of various saints, besides having + indulgences for sale. As to the nature of the pious offerings + from their disciples, they are not at all particular. They go + upon the easy principle that all is fish that comes into their + net. If the ignorant and superstitious givers have not 'filthy + lucre' wherewithal to propitiate the ugly represented saints, + wax candles, silver ore, cacao, sugar, and any other + description of property is as readily received. Thus, it often + happens that these peripatetic friars have a long convoy of + heavily-laden mules with which to gladden the members of their + monastery when they return home.</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:50%;"> + <a href="images/68.jpg" + name="fig68" + id="fig68"><img width="100%" + src="images/68.jpg" + alt="FASHIONABLE LOUNGERS OF LIMA." /></a>FASHIONABLE + LOUNGERS OF LIMA. + </div> + + <p>"The priests in all parts of Peru dress in a very + extraordinary, not to say outlandish manner. One of the lower + grade wears a very capacious shovel hat, projecting as much in + front as behind, and looking very like a double-ended + coal-heaver's <i>hat</i>. A loose black serge robe covers him + all over, as with a funereal pall, and being fastened together + only at the neck, gives to his often obese figure an appearance + the very reverse of grave or serious: The superior of a + monastery, or the priest in charge of a parish, wears a more + stately clerical costume. His hat is of formidable + dimensions—a huge, flat, Chinese-umbrella-shaped sort of + a concern, which cannot be compared to anything else in + creation. He also affects ruffles and lace, a long cassock, and + a voluminous cloak like many of those of Geneva combined + together; black silk stockings and low shoes complete the + clerical array of the higher ecclesiastics."</p> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:70%;"> + <a href="images/69.jpg" + name="fig69" + id="fig69"><img width="100%" + src="images/69.jpg" + alt="RIDING AND FULL-DRESS COSTUME OF THE PERUVIAN LADIES." /> + </a>RIDING AND FULL-DRESS COSTUME OF THE PERUVIAN LADIES. + </div> + + <p>Quite as odd, in their way, as these good padres, are the + Peruvian loungers, the "lions" of Lima—a long-haired, + becloaked, truculent-looking set of fellows, whose proper place + would seem to be among operatic banditti. A greater contrast + and disparity than exists between them and the beautiful + brunettes to whom they are fain to devote themselves, cannot + well be imagined. That the latter generally prefer European + gentlemen to these ill-favored beaux, follows as a matter of + course. That the discarded "lion" resents this preference of + his fair countrywomen, we have the testimony of the traveler + already quoted from.</p> + + <p>"Instinctively, as it were, a feeling of dislike and rivalry + seemed to prevail between ourselves and such of these truculent + gentry as it was our fortune to come into contact with. They + were jealous, no doubt, of the wandering foreigners, whom they + chose contemptuously to term <i>gringos</i>, but who, they know + well enough, are infinitely preferred to themselves by their + handsome coquettish countrywomen. It is, indeed, notoriously + the fact, that any respectable man of European birth can marry + well, and even far above his own social position, amongst the + dark-eyed donnas of Peru. The men don't seem exactly to like + it. Judging by their appearance, we found but little difficulty + in believing the character which report had given + them—namely, their proneness to assassination, especially + in love affairs, either personally, or, more frequently, by + deputy. If the brilliant creole and half-caste women of this + warm, tropical country, are some of the most beautiful and + lovable of the sex, their sallow, sinister-looking, natural + protectors are just the very opposite. The singular difference + in the moral and physical characteristics of the two sexes is + something really remarkable, and I, for one, cannot + satisfactorily explain it to my own mind. That such is the case + I venture to affirm; the why and the wherefore I must fain + leave to wiser ethnological heads."</p> + + <p>Not less curious, as regards costume, are the Peruvian + ladies. And, as they are <i>equestriennes</i>, we will describe + their riding-habits in the words of the same traveler:</p> + + <p>"To commence at the top. This riding dress consisted of a + huge felt hat, both tall and broad, and generally ornamented + with a plume of three great feathers sticking up in front. Next + came an all-round sort of a cape, of no shape in particular, + with a wide collar, several rows of fringe, much needle-work + (and corresponding waste of time upon so hideous a garment), + and of a length sufficient to reach below the waist, and so + completely hide and spoil the wearer's generally fine figure. + Then came a short overskirt, extending a little below the + knees, and beneath which appeared the fair senora or senorita's + most unfeminine pantaloons, which, being carefully tied above + the ankle in a frill, were allowed to fully display that + treasure of treasures, that most valued of charms, the + beautiful little foot and ankle. In addition to this absurd + dress, which conceals the graceful form of perhaps the + handsomest race of women in the world, the fair creatures have + a style of riding which, to Europeans accustomed to the + side-saddle, certainly seems more + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page25" + id="page25"></a>[pg 25]</span> peculiar than elegant; that + is to say, they ride á la Duchesse de + Berri—<i>Anglicè</i>, like a man.</p> + + <p>"The full dress, or evening costume, in the provinces, + seemed simply an exaggeration upon that of the towns—the + crinoline being more extensive, the petticoats shorter, and the + dressing of the hair still more wonderful and elaborate."</p> + + <div class="figright" + style="width:40%;"> + <a href="images/70-2.jpg" + name="fig70-2" + id="fig70-2"><img width="100%" + src="images/70-2.jpg" + alt="MIDDLE-AGED LIMENA." /></a>MIDDLE-AGED LIMENA. + </div> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:40%;"> + <a href="images/70-1.jpg" + name="fig70-1" + id="fig70-1"><img width="100%" + src="images/70-1.jpg" + alt="YOUNG MESTIZO WOMAN." /></a>YOUNG MESTIZO WOMAN. + </div><br clear="all" /> + + <p>Among the <i>mestizos</i>, half-castes, of white and Indian + origin the women are often very beautiful, especially when the + blood of the latter prevails. They are, we are told, the + best-looking of all the Peruvian women, possessing brilliantly + fair complexions, magnificent long black tresses, lithe and + graceful figures of exquisite proportions, regular and classic + features, and the most superb great black eyes.</p> + + <p>"Though often glorious in youth, these dark-skinned, + passionate daughters of the sunny Pacific shore soon begin to + fade. Although their scant costume and the <i>manto y + saya</i>—the dress favored at night—serve only to + expose and display the charming contour of their youthful form, + as the years roll on and rob them of these alluring + attractions, the simple array becomes ugly and ridiculous. + Often did we laugh at the absurd figure presented by some + stout, middle-aged half-caste, or a good many more caste, lady, + clad in her <i>manto y saya</i>. Especially ludicrous did these + staid females appear when viewed from behind."</p> + + <p>The Peruvian negress, of elderly years, compares not + unfavorably with her whiter Spanish sister of the same age. + Both display inordinate vanity, which consorts ill with the + brawny calves and large feet they cannot help showing on + account of their short though voluminous skirts, and both have + a womanly love of jewelry.</p> + + <p>"They manifest a very apparent weakness for all sorts of + glittering ornaments, especially in the way of numerous rings, + huge ear-rings, and mighty necklaces. Indeed, it is not at all + uncommon to see pearls (their favorite gem) of great value, + rising and falling, and gleaming with incongruous lustre, upon + their bare, black, and massive bosoms; whilst ear-rings of + solid gold hang glittering from their large ears, in singular + contrast to their common and dirty clothing.</p> + + <p>"Except for the occasional excitement of theatre, + cock-fight, or bull-fight, and the regular attendance at mass + and vespers, the life of the higher class Limena is a dreamy + existence of languor, amidst siestas, cigarettes, agua-rica, + and jasmine perfumes, the tinkling of guitars, and the melody + of song. Alas! that I must record it; she is, too, a terrible + <i>intriguante</i>. The <i>manto y saya</i>, the <i>bête + noir</i> of many a poor jealous husband, seems a garment for + disguise, invented on purpose to oblige her. It is the very + thing for an intriguing dame; and, by a stringent custom, bears + a sacred inviolate right, for no man dare profane it by a + touch, although he may even suspect the bright black eye, it + may alone allow to be seen, to be that of his own wife! He can + follow, if he likes, the graceful, muffled up figure that he + dreads to be so familiar, but woe to the wretch who dares to + pull aside a fair Limena's <i>manto</i>! If seen, he would + surely experience the resentment of the crowd, and become a + regular laughing-stock to all who knew him."</p> + + <p>But let us be just to the women of Peru, who, in the matter + of flirting and fondness for finery, are probably not worse + than the sex elsewhere. They love where they love with a fervor + unknown to the women of Europe, their Spanish sisters, perhaps, + excepted, and they are capable of profound patriotism.</p> + + <div class="figleft" + style="width:50%;"> + <a href="images/71.jpg" + name="fig71" + id="fig71"><img width="100%" + src="images/71.jpg" + alt="PERUVIAN PRIESTS." /></a>PERUVIAN PRIESTS. + </div> + + <p>There is an element of real strength in the wild, stormy + nature of these beautiful and impassioned creatures: it is + their misfortune not to know how to hide their weaknesses as + well as their more sophisticated sisters. The tide of time + flows so smoothly with them, through such level summer + landscapes steeped in tropical repose, that the desire for + excitement naturally arises, and excitement itself becomes a + necessity. Lacking many of the indoor employments of the women + of colder climates, time hangs heavy on their hands, idleness + wearies, and they cast about for a way in which to amuse, + enjoy, and distract themselves. They find it in love. If no + European is near upon whom they can bestow their smiles and the + lustre of their magnificent eyes, they have to be content with + their own countrymen, who woo them after the fashion of their + Spanish ancestors, by serenades at night, in which the + strumming of guitars generally plays a more important part than + the words it accompanies.</p> + + <p>While we are among the Peruvians, we must not entirely + overlook their country, and the features of its varied + landscapes. It is divided by the Andes into three different + lands, so to speak, <i>La Costa</i>, the region between the + coast and the Andes; <i>La Sierra</i>, the mountain region, and + <i>La Montaña</i>, or the wooded region east of the + Andes. <i>La Costa</i>, in which Lima is situated, at the + distance of about six miles from the sea, may be briefly + described as a sandy desert, interspersed with fertile valleys, + and watered by several rivers of no great magnitude. It seldom + or never rains there, but there are heavy dews at night which + freshen and preserve the vegetation. The magnificence of the + mountain region baffles all attempts at word-painting, as it + baffles the art of the painter. Church, the artist, gives us + what is, perhaps, the best representation we are ever likely to + have of it, but it is only a glimpse after all. Still more + indescribable, if that be possible, are the enormous + wildernesses which stretch from the Andes to the vast pampas to + the eastward. "Here everything is on Nature's great scale. The + whole country is one continuous forest, which, beginning at + very different heights, presents an undulating aspect. One + moves on his way with trees before, above, and beneath him, in + a deep abyss like the ocean. And in these woods, as on the + immensity of the waters, the mind is bewildered; whatever way + it directs the eye there it meets the majesty of the Infinite. + The marvels of Nature are in these regions so common that one + becomes accustomed to behold, without emotion, trees whose tops + exceed the height of 100 varas (290 English feet), with a + proportionate thickness, beyond the belief of such as never saw + them; and, supporting on their trunks a hundred different + plants, they, individually, present rather the appearance of a + small plantation than one great tree. It is only after you + leave the woods, and ordinary objects of comparison present + themselves to the mind, that you can realize in thought the + colossal stature of these samples of Montana vegetation."</p> + + <p>Peru is a fitting theatre for the great dramas which have + been played upon its wild, mountainous stage. The dark + background of its past is haunted by the shadows of the unknown + race who built its ruined cities and temples. Then come the + beneficent, heavenly Incas, and the mild, pastoral people over + whom they rule. Last, the cruel, treacherous Spaniard, + slaughtering his friendly hosts with one hand, while the other + holds the Bible to their + lips!</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page26" + id="page26"></a>[pg 26]</span> <br /> + + + <h2><a name="old_maids" + id="old_maids"><i>THE OLD MAID'S VILLAGE.</i></a></h2> + + <p>I had been passing the summer on the banks of the + Hudson—in that charmed region which lies about what was + once the home of Diedrich Knickerbocker, with the enchanted + ground of Sleepy Hollow on the one hand, and the shrine of + Sunnyside on the other. In many happy morning walks and + peaceful twilight rambles, I had made the acquaintance of every + winding lane, every shaded avenue, every bosky dell and sunny + glade for miles around. I had wandered hither and thither, + through all the golden season, and fairly steeped my soul in + the beauty, the languor, the poetry of the "Irving country;" + and now, filled, as it were, with rare wine, content and happy, + I was ready to return to the town, and take up the + matter-of-fact habit of life again.</p> + + <p>But even on the last day of my sojourn, when my trunks stood + packed and corded, and the loins of my spirit were girt for + departure on the morrow; as I stood at my window somewhat + pensively contemplating, for the last time, the peculiarly + delicious river-bit which it framed, the door opened suddenly, + and Nannette, my <i>fidus Achates</i>, and the companion of my + summer, ran in.</p> + + <p>"Do you know," she cried, "I have just learned that we were + about to leave the place without visiting one of its greatest + curiosities? We have narrowly escaped going without having seen + the 'Old Maid's Village!'"</p> + + <p>"The 'Old Maid's Village!'" I echoed, stupidly. "But what + village is <i>not</i> the peculiar property of the race?"</p> + + <p>"Yes, I know; but this village is really built on an old + maid's property, and by her own hands. And there is the 'Cat's + Monument,' too. Come! don't stop to talk about it, but let us + go and see it. It will be just the thing for a last evening; in + memoriam, you know, and all that. Get on your hat, and come, + and we shall see the sunset meeting the moonrise on the river + once more, as we return."</p> + + <p>That, at least, was always worth seeing, I reflected; and + so, without more ado, I put on my wraps as I was bid, and + reported myself under marching orders.</p> + + <p>How lovely, how indescribably lovely, the world was that + September afternoon, as we strolled along the shaded sidewalk + where the maples were already laying a mosaic of gold and + garnet, and looked off toward the river and the hills + beyond—the far blue hills—all veiled in tenderest + amber mist! The very air was full of soft, warm color; the + sunbeams, mild and level now, played with the shadows across + our path, and every now and then a leaf, flecked with orange or + crimson, fluttered to our feet. The blue-birds sang in the + goldening boughs, unaffrighted by the constant roll of elegant + equipages in which, at this hour, the residents of the stately + mansions on either side the road were taking the air; and the + crickets hopped about undisturbed in the crevices of the gray + stone walls.</p> + + <p>We walked leisurely on, past one and another lofty gateway, + until presently reaching an entrance rather less assuming than + its neighbors, but, like them, hospitably open, Nannette said, + with promptness:</p> + + <p>"This is the place, I am sure. Square white house; black + railing; next to the printing-press man's great gate. Come + right in; all are welcome, and not even thank you to pay, for + one never sees anyone to speak to here."</p> + + <p>It seemed to my modesty rather an audacious proceeding, but + trusting to my companion's superior information, I followed her + in, and we walked up a circular carriage-drive through smooth + shaven lawns dotted with brilliant clumps of salvia and + gladiolus, towards the house—a square, solid structure, + white, and with broad verandas running across its front.</p> + + <p>At its northern side, sloping towards the wall, was visible + what looked like an ordinary terrace, rather low, and + ornamented with small shrubs and grotto-work; but which, on + nearer approach, proved to be a veritable village in miniature, + constructed with a verisimilitude of design, and a fidelity to + detail, which was at once in the highest degree amazing and + amusing. As Nannette had been assured, no one appeared to + interfere with us in any way, and full of a curious wonder at + such a manifestation of eccentric ingenuity, we seated + ourselves upon a wooden box, evidently kept more for the + purpose of protecting the odd out-of-door plaything in bad + weather, and proceeded to give it the minute inspection which + it merited; the result of which I chronicle here for the + benefit of the like curious minded.</p> + + <p>The terrace, which forms the site of this doll-baby city, is + low and semi-circular in shape, and separated from the graveled + drive by a close border of box. Within this protecting hedge + the ground is laid out in the most picturesque and fantastic + manner compatible with a scale of extreme minuteness. Winding + roads, shady bye-paths ending in rustic stiles, willow-bordered + ponds, streams with fairy bridges, rocky ravines and sunny + meadows, ferny dells, and steep hills clambered over with a + wilderness of tangled vines, and strewn with lichen-covered + stones—all are there, and all reproduced with the most + conscientious fidelity to nature, and with Lilliputian + diminutiveness. Regular streets, "macadamized" with a gray + cement which gives very much the effect of asphaltum, separate + one demesne from another; and each meadow, lawn, field, and + barn-yard has its own proper fence or wall, constructed in the + most workmanlike manner. The streets are bordered by trees, + principally evergreens, which, though rigidly kept down to the + height of mere shrubs, appear stately by the side of the + miniature mansions they overlook; and, in every dooryard, or + more pretentious greensward, tiny larches, pines yet in their + babyhood, and dwarfed cedars, cast a mimic shade, and bestow an + air of dignity and venerableness to the place.</p> + + <p>The first object upon which the eye is apt to rest on + approaching this modern Lilliput is the squire's house, the + residence of the landed proprietor. This is a handsome edifice + of some eight by ten inches in breadth and height. It stands + upon an eminence in the midst of ornamented grounds, and with + its white walls, its lofty cupola, and high, square portico, + presents a properly imposing appearance. There are signs of + social life about the mansion befitting its own style of + conscious superiority. In the wide arched entrance hall stands + a high-born dame attired in gay Watteau + costume—red-heeled slippers, brocaded petticoat, and + bodice and train of puce-colored satin. She is receiving the + adieux of an elegant gentleman, hatted, booted, and spurred, + who, with whip in hand and dog by his side, is about to descend + the steps and mount his horse for a ride over his estate. A + bird-cage swings by an open window, and, on the lawn, a group + of children, in charge of their nurse, are engaged in the + time-honored game of "Ring-around-a-rosy." Winding walks, + bordered with shrubbery, disappear among fantastic mounds of + rock-work, moss-grown grottoes, and tiny dells of fern; and + under a ruined arch, gray with lichen and green with vines, + flows a placid streamlet, spanned by a rustic bridge. In the + meadow beyond, flocks of sheep are cropping the grass, and an + old negro is busily engaged in repairing a breach in the stone + wall.</p> + + <p>Hard by this stately demesne is a humbler tenement, built of + wattled logs, but showing signs of comfort and thrift all about + it. The old grandsire sits in a high-backed chair, sunning + himself in front of the door; on a bench, at the side of the + house, stand rows of washtubs filled with soiled linen, and a + woman is busy wringing out clothes; while another, with a + bucket on her head, goes to the well to supply her with a fresh + thimbleful of water; and still a third milks a handsome + dapple-gray cow in the yard where the dairy stands. There is a + well-filled barn behind, with another cow and a horse, too, for + that matter, in the stable attached, and the farmer, who is + putting the last sheaf on his wheat-stack, looks contented + enough with his lot.</p> + + <p>Just beyond the stream, on whose bank the fisherman sits + leisurely dropping his line, stands the village church; a + fac-simile of the old Dutch Church which has stood near the + entrance of Sleepy Hollow since long before the Revolution, and + is hallowed now not only by the pious associations of + centuries, but by the near vicinage of Irving's grave. In its + little twelve-inch counterpart, every point of the ancient + structure is preserved in exact detail. The dull red walls, the + beetling roof, the narrow pointed windows and low, arched door; + the quaint Dutch weathercock, and odd-shaped tower—aye, + even the bell within, no bigger than a doll's thimble—and + upon all a sentimental traveler in the person of a china figure + perhaps three inches in height, is gazing half pensively, half + curiously, as we suppose, at this relic of by-gone years!</p> + + <p>On the other side of the stream the village school, likewise + an ancient and steeple-crowned edifice, stands out in the midst + of a bare and clean swept playground. It bears its signature + upon its front:</p> + + <p>"DISTRICT SCHOOL, NO. 2,"</p> + + <p>and its worshipful character is otherwise indicated by the + presence of the master, a venerable looking puppet in cocked + hat and knee-breeches, in the doorway, and sundry china + children playing rather stiffly about the stone steps.</p> + + <p>Ascending by a steep, rocky path, one arrives at a rather + pretentious looking wind-mill, which spreads its wide white + arms protectingly over the cottages below. Barrels of flour and + sacks of meal, well filled and plentiful in number, attest its + thriving business, and the miller himself, in a properly dusty + coat, looks about him with contented air. At the foot of the + hill upon which the mill is perched, are several + dwellings—all showing signs of more or less prosperous + life, with the exception of one, which affords the orthodox + "haunted house" belonging to every well-regulated village. The + ruined walls of this old mansion, with lichen cropping out from + every crevice; the unhinged doors and broken windows; the + ladder rotting as it leans against the moss-grown roof, the + broken well-sweep and deserted barn, offer an aspect of + desolation and decay which should prove sufficient bait to + tempt any ghost of moderate demands.</p> + + <p>In direct contrast to the gloom which surrounds this now + empty and forsaken home, one observes, in a shady grove + surmounting a ridge of hills which rise somewhat steeply here + from the roadway, a party of "pic-nickers" gaily attired and + disporting themselves after the time-honored manner of such + merry-makers; swinging, dancing, or, better still, strolling + off arm in arm, in search of cooler shades, and of that company + which is never a crowd.</p> + + <p>At the base of this rocky ridge, the same stream which one + meets above flowing darkly under arch and bridge, winds + placidly along in sunshine and shadow until it loses itself in + a clump of alders and willows quite at the edge of the + box-bordered terrace; and here the village ends.</p> + + <p>Not so my sketch: for I have purposely left it to the last + to make mention of the great central idea round which all the + rest is gathered, and which, doubtless, formed the germ of the + whole oddly-conceived, but most admirably-executed plan. This + is the "Cat's Monument" of which Nannette had made mention, and + which is a structure so original and imposing that it deserves + special and minute description.</p> + + <p>About midway the terrace, and conspicuous from its size and + height, rises a mound of earth shaped into the semblance of an + urn or vase, crusted thickly with bits of rock, moss, and + pebbles, and overgrown with a tangle of tiny vines. Surmounting + this picturesque pedestal is an obelisk of black-veined marble + on a granite base, the whole rising some seven feet from the + ground. On the polished surface of this memorial pillar is + inscribed, in large black capitals, the following classic and + touching tribute to the venerable departed who sleeps in peace + below:</p> + + <p class="center">IN MEMORIAM</p> + + <p class="center"><big>TOMMY</big></p> + + <p class="center">FELINI GENERIS</p> + + <p class="center">OPTIMUS.</p> + + <p class="center">DECESSIT A VITA</p> + + <p class="center">MENSE NOVEMBRIS</p> + + <p class="center">ANNO ÆTATIS 19.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p><i>Quid me ploras? Nonne decessi gravis senectute? Nonne + vivo amicorum ardentium memoria?</i></p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>On the reverse side of the column appears an inscription + even more pathetic and poetic, to yet another departed + favorite, who seems, not like Tommy to have been gathered to + his fathers ripe in years and honors but to have been cut down + in the bloom of youth by some untimely and tragic fate. He is + all the more felin'ly lamented:</p> + + <p class="center">HIC JACET</p> + + <p class="center"><big>PUSSY</big></p> + + <p class="center">SUI GENERIS</p> + + <p class="center">PULCHERRIMUS.</p> + + <p class="center">OCCISUS EST</p> + + <p class="center">MENSE APRILIS</p> + + <p class="center">ÆTAT. 9.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>"<i>Vixi, et quum dederat cursum fortuna, peregi. Felix! heu + nimium felix! si litora ista nunquam tetigissem!</i>"</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Thanks to certain by no means homoeopathic doses of the + Latin grammar in my early years, I was able to gather the + meaning of these elegiac effusions, and when the last stanza + embodying poor Pussy's posthumous wail was discovered to be + none other than the despairing death-cry of the "infelix Dido" + as immortalized by Virgil—the one step from the sublime + to the ridiculous seemed to have been passed.</p> + + <p>I looked at Nannette, and Nannette looked at me, and we + burst into silent but irrepressible laughter. Nannette was the + first to recover herself.</p> + + <p>"We ought to be ashamed of ourselves," said she + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page27" + id="page27"></a>[pg 27]</span> severely: "Honest grief is + always respectable; and a fitting tribute to departed worth, + no more than what is due from the survivors. I have no doubt + but that Tommy and Pussy were most esteemed members of + society, and that their loss has left an aching void in the + family of which they were the youngest and most petted + darlings. I have heard the history of this monument, and the + village that has grown up around it, and if you will comport + yourself more as a Christian being should in the presence of + a solemn memorial, I will relate to you the interesting + facts in my possession."</p> + + <p>I immediately signified a due contrition and full purpose of + amendment; when Nannette continued, still speaking with the + gravity befitting the subject.</p> + + <p>"This estate then, this large and respectable mansion, and + these pleasant grounds in which we now sit, are the property in + common of three most estimable ladies, all past their first + youth, and all possessed of sufficient good sense and strength + of mind to remain their own mistresses, which has procured for + the very remarkable specimen of ingenuity now before us, from + some ignorant townspeople, the sobriquet of the 'Old Maid's + Village.'</p> + + <p>"There is only one of the ladies, however, I am informed, + who interests herself in the construction of these most + ingenious toys. Possessed of ample means, and more than ample + leisure, she amuses herself in hours which might otherwise be + devoted to gossip and tea, in putting together these various + models of buildings, all differing in style, and of most + singular materials. The church, for instance, is built of + fragments of clinker, gathered from stove and grate, and held + firmly together by cement. Nothing could have reproduced so + exactly the rough reddish stone of which the old Sleepy Hollow + Church is built. The window-glass is represented by carefully + framed pieces of tin foil; the gray stone of the gate-posts is + imitated by sand rubbed on wooden pillars with a coating of + cement. The streets are paved in much the same clever fashion. + The well, the pond, the stream, are filled with water each day + by the chatelaine's own careful hands. Many of the mimic + creatures, human and otherwise, are automata, manufactured to + order; the others are wooden or china figures selected with + extreme care as to their fitness for their purpose. So rare and + so exceedingly pretty are some of these little figures, that + they have become objects of unlawful desire to certain soulless + curiosity-mongers, who have rewarded an open and confiding + hospitality with base attempts at spoliation; and now a person + is employed to live in the cottage just beyond us, and do + little else than take care of these unique possessions.</p> + + <p>"No, you need not start. The woman is probably there at her + post, and surveying our operations from time to time. But we + have behaved like decent people. We are taking away nothing but + a remembrance of a singularly interesting hour, and an admiring + impression of the originality, the ingenuity, the industry, and + the independence of one of our own sex.</p> + + <p>"Is it not so, my friend? And now, by the length of those + cedar shadows, it is time for us to rise up and be gone. Else + the moonlight will have met and parted with the sunset ere we + reach home."</p> + + <p>There was nothing to be said; the tale had been told, and + with one last, lingering glance, one parting smile, half + amused, half touched, I rose, and together we walked home in + somewhat pensive mood. Was it not our last day in + Fairyland?—<i>Kate J. Hill</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3><a name="wine" + id="wine"><i>WINE AND KISSES.</i></a></h3> + + <h4>Translated from the Persian of Mirtsa Schaffy.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The lover may be shy—</p> + + <p>His bashfulness goes by</p> + + <p class="i6">When first he kisses.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The bibber, though so staid,</p> + + <p>Gets bravely unafraid</p> + + <p class="i6">When wine his bliss is.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yet he who, in his youth,</p> + + <p class="i2">No wine nor kiss hath tasted.</p> + + <p>Will some day think, in truth,</p> + + <p class="i2">That half his joys were wasted.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="center">—<i>Joel Benton</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <p>I have heard it asked why we speak of the dead with + unqualified praise: of the living, always with certain + reservations. It may be answered, because we have nothing to + fear from the former, while the latter may stand in our way: so + impure is our boasted solicitude for the memory of the dead. If + it were the sacred and earnest feeling we pretend, it would + strengthen and animate our intercourse with the + living.—<i>Goethe</i>.</p><br /> + + + <h2><a name="queens" + id="queens"><i>THE QUEEN'S CLOSET.</i></a></h2> + + <p>Did anybody ever see a fairy in the city? Was a glimpse ever + caught of Fairyland there? I say <i>No</i>. But I was in the + country this summer where a great number of mushrooms grew, and + one day when I was walking in a grassy lane I met a little, old + queen, who was fanning herself with the leaf of the + poor-man's-weather-glass; she had taken off her crown, and it + was lying on the top of a lovely red mushroom. I poked the + mushroom with my parasol, and instantly felt on my face a faint + puff of air, and heard a hum no louder than the buzz of an + angry fly.</p> + + <p>I sat down on the grass, and then my eyes fell on the + queen.</p> + + <p>"You have let my crown fall in the dirt," she said, tossing + a wisp of hair from her forehead; "but you great, insensible + beings are always in mischief when you are in the country. Why + don't you stay at home, in your brick cages that stand on heaps + of flat stones? You are watched there all the time by creatures + with clubs in their leather belts, so you cannot tear and crush + things to pieces as you do here."</p> + + <p>"Oh, I am so sorry, madam," I answered; "if you knew how + unhappy I felt this morning when I started on my last walk, you + would pity me. I must go home at once, and my home is in the + city—shut in by houses before and behind it. If I look + out of the window, I only see a strip of sky above me, where + neither sun nor moon passes on its journey round the world; and + below me, only the stone pavement over which goes an endless + procession of men and women, upon a hundred errands I never + guess at."</p> + + <p>The queen tapped her head with a white stick like a peeled + twig, and made such a noise that I examined it, and saw an + ivory knob, which reminded me of the budding horns of a young + deer. As if in answer to my thought, she said:</p> + + <p>"It drops off every year. In the fairy-nature all elements + are united. We partake of the animal and vegetable kingdoms, + and add our own; this makes us what we are. We do not suffer, + but we experience, without suffering, of course; our long lives + glide along like dreams. As you are in sleep, so are we awake. + If you love the country, which contains our kingdom, as the + filbert-shell contains the kernel, I will endow you with power. + I will give you something to take back with you."</p> + + <p>What do you think she gave me? A little closet with shelves; + on each shelf were laid away all my remembrances of the summer, + for me to unfold at leisure. When she gave me the key, which + looked exactly like a steel pen, she said: "When you turn the + key you will understand my power. All things will be alive, + will know as much, and talk as fast as you do. The closet, in + short, is but a wee corner of my kingdom, where to-day and + to-morrow are the same—past and present one. A + maid-of-honor wishes to go to town. I'll send her in the + closet. My slave, the geometrical spider, must spin her a warm + cobweb—and when you open the closet, be sure and not + disturb my little Fancie."</p> + + <p>Some way Queen Imagin disappeared then. To any person less + knowing than myself, it would have seemed as if a dandelion + ball was floating in the air; but I knew better, and I watched + her sailing, sailing away till lost behind the trees. The crown + was gone, too; I discovered nothing in the neighborhood of the + red mushroom, except a tiny yellow blossom already wilted by + the heat of the sun.</p> + + <p>Well, I am at home. I sit down this misty autumn morning in + my lonely room, and wish for some work or if not that, for + something to play with. I am too old for dolls, but very young + in the way of amusement. Ah—the closet! I'll unlock that; + the key is at hand—in my writing-desk.</p> + + <p>Open Sesame! On the top shelf sits little Fancie, her eyes + shining like diamonds in her soft, dusky cobweb. She nods, so + do I, and we are in Greenside again—on a summer evening. + How the crickets sing; and the tree-toads harp in the trees as + if they were a picket guard entirely surrounding us. Hueston's + big dog barks in the lane at just the right distance. What + security I used to feel when I was a little child, tucked away + in my bed, and heard a dog bark a mile away; too far off ever + to come up and bite, and yet near enough to frighten prowling + robbers!</p> + + <p>"When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bayed," I was + about to say; but Polly, who is at Greenside with me, calls, + "Just hear the mosquitoes."</p> + + <p>The blinds must be closed. What a delicious smell comes in! + The dew wetting all the shrubs and flowers distils sweet odors. + What a family of moths have rushed in; this big, brown one, + with white and red markings, is very enterprising. He has + voyaged twice down the lamp chimney, as if it were the funnel + of a steamship.</p> + + <p>Get out, moth!</p> + + <p>"Sho," she answers in a husky voice, as if very dry, "It is + my nature to; that's all you know, turning us to moral + purposes, and making us a tiresome metaphor. We are much like + you human creatures—only we don't compare ourselves + continually with others. We just scorch ourselves as we please. + My cousin, Noctilia Glow-worm, who is out late o' nights on the + grass-bank in poor company—the Katydids, who board for + the season with the widow Poplar—a two-sided, deceitful + woman—she does not care where I go, and never shrieks + out, 'A burnt moth dreads the lamp chimney.' If she sees me + wingless, she coughs, and throws out a green light, but says + nothing. Don't mind me; there's more coming."</p> + + <p>It can't be moths making such a noise on the second shelf. + It is Tom, who calls out to us, from his room, to come, and + help him catch a bat.</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat</p> + + <p>With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern + wings."</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p>"Always mouthing something," somebody mutters. But we rush + into Tom's room, and behold him in the middle of the floor, + flopping north and south, east and west, with a towel. No bat + is to be seen. I hear a pretty singing, however, and declare it + to be from a young swallow fallen down the chimney; but as + there is no fire-place in the room, my opinion goes for + nothing. Tom maintains that it is a bat; that it flew in by the + window; and that it is behind the bureau. He is right, for the + bat whirrs up to the ceiling and from that height accosts us in + a squeaking voice:</p> + + <p>"I am weak-eyed, am I? and my wings are leathery? Catch me, + and you will find my wings are like down, my eyes as bright as + diamonds. How much you know, writing yourselves down in books + as Naturalists! My name is Vespertila; my family are from + Servia, at your service. Could you offer me a fly, or a beetle? + I was chasing Judge Blue Bottle, or I should not have been + trapped. Go to sleep, dears, and leave me to fan you. When you + are asleep, I'll bite a hole in your ear, and sup bountifully + on your red blood."</p> + + <p>Flop went our towels, and down went Miss Vespertila behind + the bed crying. Polly crept up to her; and caught her in a + towel. What black beads of eyes had Miss Vespertila from + Servia, where her grandfather, General Vampire, still commands + a brigade of rascals! Her teeth were sharp, and white as + pearls. Polly held her up, and she cunningly combed her furry + wings with her hind feet, and said:</p> + + <p>"Polly, dear, I itch dreadfully; do you mind plain speaking? + I am full of bat lice. Ariel caught them, and the folks say + that Queen Mab often buys fine combs—"</p> + + <p>"Slanderer!" cried Polly, "fly to your witch home!"</p> + + <p>She shook the towel out of the window, and the bat soared + away.</p> + + <p>"What's coming next?" we all asked. "There are the rabbits + to hear from, the pigeons, the sparrows, the mole, and the + striped snake who lives by the garden gate?"</p> + + <p>Slap, Bang! Fancie has pulled the door to. The cunning Queen + Imagin placed her in the closet, perhaps for this purpose. But + I have the key. I shall unlock it to-morrow, for I must have + the picnic over again, under the beech tree, where the brown + thrush built her nest, and reared her young ones, who ate our + crumbs, and chirped merrily when we laughed.—<i>Lolly + Dinks's Mother</i>.</p> + <hr /> + + <p>Doth a man reproach thee for being proud or ill-natured, + envious or conceited, ignorant or detractive, consider with + thyself whether his reproaches be true. If they are not, + consider that thou art not the person whom he reproaches, but + that he reviles an imaginary being, and perhaps loves what thou + really art, although he hates what thou appearest to be. If his + reproaches are true, if thou art the envious, ill-natured man + he takes thee for, give thyself another turn, become mild, + affable and obliging, and his reproaches of thee naturally + cease. His reproaches may indeed continue, but thou art no + longer the person he + reproaches.—<i>Epictetus</i>.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page28" + id="page28"></a>[pg 28]</span> <br /> + + + <h2><a name="literature" + id="literature"><i>LITERATURE.</i></a></h2> + + <p>"Of the making of many books there is no end," said the Wise + Man of old. Of the making of good books there is frequently an + end, say we. The good books of one year may be counted on the + fingers of one hand. Among those of the present year none ranks + higher than Taine's "Art in Greece," a translation of which, by + Mr. John Durand, is published by Messrs. Holt & Williams. + The French are a nation of critics, and Taine is the critic of + the French. This could not have been said with truth during the + lifetime of Sainte-Beuve, but since his death it is true. There + is nothing, apparently, which Taine is not competent to + criticise, so subtle is his intellect, and so wide the range of + his studies, but what he is most competent to criticise is Art. + We have heard great things of a History of English Literature + by him, but as it has not yet appeared in an English dress + (although Messrs. Holt & Williams have a translation of it + in press) we shall reserve our decision until it appears. Art, + it seems to us, is the specialty to which Taine has devoted + himself, with the enthusiasm peculiar to his countrymen, and a + thoroughness peculiar to himself. Others may have accumulated + greater stores of art-knowledge—the knowledge + indispensable to the historian of Art, and the biographer of + artists—but none has so saturated himself with the spirit + of Art as Taine. We may not always agree with him, but he is + always worth listening to, and what he says is worthy of our + serious consideration. We think he is <i>too</i> philosophical + sometimes, but then the fault may be in us. It may be that we + are so accustomed to the materialism of the English critics + that we fail, at first, to apprehend the spirituality of this + most refined and refining of Frenchmen. No English critic could + have written his "Art in Greece," because no English critic + could put himself in his place. We know what the English think + of Greek Art, or may, with a little reading: what Taine thinks + of it is—that it is what it is, simply because the Greeks + were what they were. Before he tells us what Greek Art is, he + tells us what the Greeks were. Nor does he stop here, but goes + on to tell us, or rather begins by telling us, what kind of a + country it was in which they dwelt, what skies shone over them, + what mountains looked down upon them, in the shadow of what + trees they walked within sight of the wine-dark sea. He begins + at the beginning, as the children say. Whether he succeeds in + convincing us that it was Greece alone which made the Greeks + what they were, depends somewhat upon the cast of our minds, + and somewhat upon our power to resist his eloquence. We think, + ourselves, that he lays too much stress upon the mere outward + environment of the Grecian people. The influence exercised over + their lives, by the Institutions which grew up out of these + lives—the influence, in short, of their purely physical + culture—is admirably described, as is also the difference + between this culture and ours:</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Modern people are Christian, and Christianity is a + religion of second growth which opposes natural instinct. + We may liken it to a violent contraction which has + inflected the primitive attitude of the human mind. It + proclaims, in effect, that the world is sinful, and that + man is depraved—which certainly is indisputable in + the century in which it was born. According to it, man must + change his ways. Life here below is simply an exile; let us + turn our eyes upward to our celestial home. Our natural + character is vicious; let us stifle natural desires and + mortify the flesh. The experience of our senses and the + knowledge of the wise are inadequate and delusive; let us + accept the light of revelation, faith and divine + illumination. Through penitence, renunciation and + meditation let us develop within ourselves the spiritual + man; let our life be an ardent awaiting of deliverance, a + constant sacrifice of will, an undying yearning for God, a + revery of sublime love, occasionally rewarded with ecstasy + and a vision of the infinite. For fourteen centuries the + ideal of this life was the anchorite or monk. If you would + estimate the power of such a conception and the grandeur of + the transformation it imposes on human faculties and + habits, read, in turn, the great Christian poem and the + great pagan poem, one the 'Divine Comedy' and the other the + 'Odyssey' and the 'Iliad.' Dante has a vision and is + transported out of our little ephemeral sphere into eternal + regions; he beholds its tortures, its expiations and its + felicities; he is affected by superhuman anguish and + horror; all that the infuriate and subtle imagination of + the lover of justice and the executioner can conceive of he + sees, suffers and sinks under. He then ascends into light; + his body loses its gravity; he floats involuntarily, led by + the smile of a radiant woman; he listens to souls in the + shape of voices and to passing melodies; he sees choirs of + angels, a vast rose of living brightness representing the + virtues and the celestial powers; sacred utterances and the + dogmas of truth reverberate in ethereal space. At this + fervid height, where reason melts like wax, both symbol and + apparition, one effacing the other, merge into mystic + bewilderment, the entire poem, infernal or divine, being a + dream which begins with horrors and ends in ravishment. How + much more natural and healthy is the spectacle which Homer + presents! We have the Troad, the isle of Ithica and the + coasts of Greece; still at the present day we follow in his + track; we recognize the forms of mountains, the color of + the sea; the jutting fountains, the cypress and the alders + in which the sea-birds perched; he copied a steadfast and + persistent nature: with him throughout we plant our feet on + the firm ground of truth. His book is a historical + document; the manners and customs of his contemporaries + were such as he describes; his Olympus itself is a Greek + family."</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>The manifest inferiority of our mixed languages to their one + simple language is stated in the following paragraph, with + which we must leave Taine for the present:</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Almost the whole of our philosophic and scientific + vocabulary is foreign; we are obliged to know Greek and + Latin to make use of it properly, and, most frequently, + employ it badly. Innumerable terms find their way out of + this technical vocabulary into common conversation and + literary style, and hence it is that we now speak and think + with words cumbersome and difficult to manage. We adopt + them ready made and conjoined, we repeat them according to + routine; we make use of them without considering their + scope and without a nice appreciation of their sense; we + only approximate to that which we would like to express. + Fifteen years are necessary for an author to learn to + write, not with genius, for that is not to be acquired, but + with clearness, sequence, propriety and precision. He finds + himself obliged to weigh and investigate ten or twelve + thousand words and diverse expressions, to note their + origin, filiation and relationships, to rebuild on an + original plan, his ideas and his whole intellect. If he has + not done it, and he wishes to reason on rights, duties, the + beautiful, the State or any other of man's important + interests, he gropes about and stumbles; he gets entangled + in long, vague phrases, in sonorous common-places, in + crabbed and abstract formulas. Look at the newspapers and + the speeches of our popular orators. It is especially the + case with workmen who are intelligent but who have had no + classical education; they are not masters of words, and, + consequently, of ideas; they use a refined language which + is not natural to them; it is a perplexity to them and + consequently confuses their minds; they have had no time to + filter it drop by drop. This is an enormous disadvantage, + from which the Greeks were exempt. There was no break with + them between the language of concrete facts and that of + abstract reasoning, between the language spoken by the + people and that of the learned; the one was a counterpart + of the other; there was no term in any of Plato's dialogues + which a youth, leaving his gymnasia, could not comprehend; + there is not a phrase in any of Demosthenes' harangues + which did not readily find a lodging-place in the brain of + an Athenian peasant or blacksmith. Attempt to translate + into Greek one of Pitt's or Mirabeau's discourses, or an + extract from Addison or Nicole, and you will be obliged to + recast and transpose the thought; you will be led to find + for the same thoughts, expressions more akin to facts and + to concrete experience; a flood of light will heighten the + prominence of all the truths and of all the errors; that + which you were wont to call natural and clear will seem to + you affected and semi-obscure, and you will perceive by + force of contrast why, among the Greeks, the instrument of + thought being more simple, it did its office better and + with less effort."</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Among the good books of the year, two belong to a special + walk of letters in which we have not hitherto excelled the + English Translation. There are periods in the history of + English Poetry when translation has played an important part. + Such a period occurred just before the Shakspearean era, and it + was noted for translations from the Latin poets. Chapman was + the first English writer to perceive the greatness of the Greek + poets, and, like the poet that he was, he attempted to + translate the father of poets, Homer. Chapman's Homer is a + noble work, with all its faults; but it is not what Homer + should be in English. It was followed by other translations + mostly of the Latin poets, the best, perhaps, being Dryden's + Virgil, until, finally, the English mind returned to Homer, or + supposed it did, in the pretty, musical numbers of Pope. Who + will may read Pope's Homer. We cannot. Nor Cowper's either, + although it contains some good, manly writing. We can read Lord + Derby's Homer, or could, until Mr. Bryant published his + translation of the "Iliad," when the necessity no longer + existed. No English translation of Homer will compare with Mr. + Bryant's; and we are glad that we are soon to have the whole of + the "Odyssey," as we already have the whole of the "Iliad." The + first volume of Mr. Bryant's translation of the "Odyssey" (J.R. + Osgood & Co.) fully sustains the reputation of the writer. + It is so admirably done, that, if we did not know to the + contrary, we should think we were reading an original poem. The + stiffness which generally inheres in translations is wanting; + nowhere is there any sense of restraint, but everywhere a + delightful sense of ease—the freedom of one great poet + shining through the freedom of another great poet, as the sun + shines through the sky. It is the ideal English translation of + Homer; and we congratulate Mr. Bryant upon having finished it + (for we believe he has); and congratulate ourselves that it is + the work of an American poet.</p> + + <p>We offer the like congratulation to Mr. Bayard Taylor for + his translation of "Faust," which occupies the same place, as + regards German Poetry, that Mr. Bryant's translation of Homer + does to Greek Poetry. The difficulty of the task which Mr. + Taylor set himself, the task of rendering the original in the + measures of the original, was never met before by any English + translator of "Faust"—never even attempted, we + believe—and, to say that he has accomplished it, is to + say that Mr. Taylor is a very skilful poet—how skilful we + never knew before, highly as we have always valued his poetical + powers. He enables us to understand the <i>Intention</i> of + Goethe in "Faust," as no one besides himself has done; and, + among the obligations that we owe him for the enjoyment he has + given us, we must not forget the obligation we are under to him + for his <i>Notes</i>. They are scholarly, and to the point. + There is not one too many, not one which we could afford to + lose, now that we have it. What <i>might</i> have been written, + under the pretense of <i>Notes</i>—what another + translator might not have been able to resist writing—is + fearful to think of—Life is so short, and Goethe's Art so + long!</p> + + <p>The year has been fertile in American verse. How much Poetry + it has produced is a question into which we do not care to + enter. It has witnessed the publication of two volumes by Mr. + Bret Harte; of one volume by Mr. John Hay; and of one volume by + Mr. William Winter. The title of Mr. Winter's volume, "My + Witness," (J.R. Osgood & Co.) is a happy one. It is not + every American writer who can afford to place his verse on the + stand as his witness; and it is not every American writer whose + verse will substantiate what he is so desirous of proving, + viz., that he is an American poet.</p> + + <p>Mr. Winter is not without faults—what American writer + is?—but he endeavors to write simply. The virtue of + simplicity—always a rare one, and never so rare as at + present—he possesses. We have Tennyson, who is not + simple; we have Browning, who is not simple; we have Swinburne, + who is not simple; and we have Mr. Joaquin Miller, who is not + simple.</p> + + <p>Mr. Winter's book has its defects—among which we + observe an occasional lapse into Latinity—but with all + its defects it is a very <i>poetical</i> book. Mr. Winter + reminds us, more than any recent American poet, of the English + poets of the reigns of Charles the First and Second. He has, at + his best, all their graces of style, and he has, at all times, + the grace of Purity, to which they laid no claim. With the + exception of Carew (whom, we dare say, he has never read), Mr. + Winter is the daintiest and sweetest of amatory poets. He has + the fancy of Carew, without his artificiality; he has Carew's + sweetness, without his grossness of suggestion.</p> + + <p>There is a tinge of sadness in some of Mr. Winter's poems, + and the critics, we suppose, will censure him for it. If so, + they will be in the wrong. The poet has the right to express + his moods, sad or merry, and he is no more to be judged by his + sad moods than his merry ones. He is to be judged by both, and + the sum of both—if the critic is able to add it + up—is the poet. As far as he is revealed in his book, + that is, but no further. There is such a thing as Dramatic + Poetry, as some critics are aware, and there is such a thing as + Representative Poetry, as few critics are aware. The former + deals with the passions, the latter with those shadowy and + evanescent sensations which we call feelings. Mr. Winter is not + a dramatic poet, but he is, in his own way, a representative + poet. His poem "Lethe" represents one set of feelings; "The + White Flag" another; and "Love's Queen" another. We like the + last best. For, while we believe the others to be equally + genuine, they do not impress us as being the best expression of + his genius. What we feel most after finishing his volume, what + seems to us most characteristic of his poetry, is + loveliness—the tender loveliness that lingers in the mind + after we have seen the sun-set of a quiet summer evening, or + after we have heard music on a dreamy summer night. If this + poetic melancholy be treason, the critics may make the most of + it. Mr. Winter has nothing to fear. He has the authority of the + greatest poets with which to defend himself, and confute the + critics.</p> + + <h2><a name="art" + id="art"><i>ART.</i></a></h2> + + <h3>THE PRODIGAL SON, BY EDOUARD DUBUFE.</h3> + + <p>The sublime lesson of forgiveness, inculcated by the story + of the Prodigal Son, is among the earliest and most familiar in + the memories of a nation of Bible readers like our own. Every + one of us, perhaps unconsciously, carries in mind a simple, + straight-forward conception of this subject, formed in early + childhood—a time when the imagination rarely goes beyond + an attempt to realize the unlooked for forgiveness of the once + deserted parent, or the captivating visions of adventure + suggested by the changing fortunes of the wanderer during his + absence in a "far country."</p> + + <p>With the painter the picture is his vision, and the panels + are the realities. As a man of a different order of thought + would have chosen another incident of the story for + illustration, so also would a painter of a less independent + school have permitted himself to be bound down by the + historical facts of the architectural and costume fashions of + the time of narration. Dubufe has so far discarded the unities + of time and place, if any can <i>really</i> be said to + exist—as no date was fixed in the relation of the parable + by Christ—that he has adopted the mingled costumes of + Europe and the East, which obtained in the fifteenth century, + and has placed his figures in a Corinthian porch under the + light of Italian skies. Apart from the conception and the + "telling of the story," about which there will be various + opinions, this picture may be justly regarded as a magnificent + work of art.</p> + + <p>The great David, a pupil of whose pupil Edouard Dubufe was, + and Horace Vernet, appear to have been the guides selected by + him, rather than the greatest of his masters—Paul + Delaroche. The influence of both is to be traced in this work, + although it may be said to take rank above any production of + either of them. In drawing, color, and composition, rendering + of textures, and the exhibition of the resources of the + palette, now better known to French painters than ever before, + the picture leaves nothing to be desired. The faces of the + principal figures are full of that "expression to the life" in + which the English are justly considered to excel, while the + admirable focus of the groups, the color, and interest, are as + un-English as excellent. Fault-finding in more than one or two + unimportant details would be hypercriticism where so much is + perfect, and it becomes our happy privilege, in this notice, to + commend and to point out, to "lay" readers about Art, the + manifold beauties of its technical execution. A critical + examination will show that the composition is on the pyramidal + principle, and the arrangement of groups principally in threes. + In the central portion of the canvas, where the marble pillars + of the porch fall off in perspective, the Profligate stands + holding up a golden cup in his right hand, as in the act of + proposing a toast. His red costume and commanding figure + attract the eye, and the attention falls at once and equally on + him and on the magnificent woman whose arms embrace his neck, + and whose eyes, as her chin rests close on his breast, gaze + with dangerous fascination into his face. Her dress is of rich + white satin, and, with the delicate green and gold sheen of her + rival's robe—she with whom the Prodigal's right hand toys + in caress—makes up a wonderfully brilliant prismatic + chord, having the effect of focusing the richer, but not less + gorgeous, pigments spread everywhere on the canvas. The faces + of the women are very beautiful, and are made voluptuous by a + subtle art which, through all their beauty, tells a story of + unrestrained lives of passion and pleasure.</p> + + <p>The face of the magnificent creature at the Prodigal's left + hand is a wondrous piece of drawing. It is thrown back against + him and from the spectator, in order that she may look up into + his face—at the moment a dissipated, spiritless face, + without even the flush of the wine which dyes her's so + rosily—a face at once weak and weary, and yet revealing a + possible intensity, indeed, the face of a French woman who "has + lived," rather than that of a man.</p> + + <p>Up to this centre leads the other groups. Below, and seated + on the rich rugs which cover the marble pavement, musicians and + singers pause to listen to impassioned words from a + laurel-crowned poet, while further on a sort of orchestra plays + time for the sensuous dance of lithe-bodied Oriental + dancers—each woman of them more ravishing than the other. + Minor incidents, like dice-play and love-making, give interest + to the remaining space, and keep up the revel.</p> + + <p>Throughout, the drawing is true, and good, and graceful. The + hands of the figures demand especial mention. The hand of one + of the women, near the central group, grasped by her lover at + the wrist as he kisses her shoulder, is particularly exquisite + in form and color; the more remarkable, perhaps, because the + position of it is so trying in nature and so difficult to + draw.</p> + + <p>The type of feature chosen for the women, the dancing girls + excepted, is essentially Gallic. As remarked before, the face + of the Prodigal, also, is French; but the musicians and the + poet have faces of their own which seem to belong to the + university of genius. The mere revelers, curiously enough, have + a likeness to the figures in some old Italian pictures; one of + them looks like a copy of Judas Iscariot, made younger.</p> + + <p>A distant city and mountains fill up the background, and, on + the extreme right of the near middle distance, flights of + marble steps ascend to a grand doorway, where servants are seen + loitering within easy call of their masters.</p> + + <p>It was by a sublime inspiration that Dubufe painted the + accessory panels in monotone. In that on the right, a dismal + sky, filled with rolling clouds and sad presaging ravens + flying, over-shadows the outcast, seated on a rock in an + attitude of listless dejection, with the swine feeding at his + feet. In the panel on the left he is seen in the close embrace + of his merciful parent. His head is bowed in humility, and, in + an agony of remorse and shame, while the old house-dog sniffs + at him for an obtrusive mendicant who has no business with such + affectionate welcome.</p> + + <p>Let us congratulate ourselves that this picture has come to + our country, as yet so barren of great works, and pray that the + noble school of art of which this is so admirable an exponent, + may find favor, not only with our painters, but with those who + call themselves connoisseurs, in preference to unmeaning works + of microscopic finish, or slick examples of boudoir and + millinery painting.</p> + <hr class="full" /> + + <blockquote class="note"> + "<b><i>THE ALDINE PRESS.</i>"—JAMES SUTTON & CO., + <i>Printers and Publishers, 23 Liberty St., N.Y.</i></b> + </blockquote> + <hr class="full" /> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Aldine, Vol. 5, No. 1., January, +1872, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ALDINE, VOL. 5, NO. 1., *** + +***** This file should be named 15092-h.htm or 15092-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/5/0/9/15092/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sandra Brown and the PG Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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