gushing sensibility and devotional unction. | so well acquainted, or that I have given so After all, his extremely intimate relations much occasion, to them that hate us, to laugh with James II. are not sufficiently account- at me for more true friendship and steady kinded for, in the case of a religionist of Wil-ness than I have been guilty of to any man I liam Penn's type and opinions, by the fact know living. It becomes not my pretensions of the Duke of York having been the to the things of another life to be much in pain friend of Penn's father, the admiral. Lord I am yet worthy of a line. about the uncertainties of this. Be it as it will, Macaulay may have been ill-natured, but Thy real friend, WILLIAM PENN. the connection is not creditable to Penn's professed simplicity of religion; and we find nothing fresh to explain it. Altogether, Penn's connexions and acquaintances out of his own sect are remarkable. Mrs. Webb prints a correspondence between him and From the Economist. 3 Aug. Tillotson, from which it appears that Tillot- THE PRESENT INFLUENCE OF FOREIGN son had some suspicions, perfectly ill-grounded ones, of the Protestantism of a man who kept such different company. She also prints a curious expostulation from Penn to Algernon Sidney, referred to, but not quoted, by Mr. Hepworth Dixon, which is worth quoting, as showing both the manner in which the two men had worked together, and also the character which Penn had, rightly or wrongly, for being a man who must have his own way: vince me, 13th October, 1681. There are many things make a man's life uneasy in the world, which are great abates to the pleasure of living, but scarcely one equal to that of the unkindness or injustice of friends. I have been asked by several since I came last to town if Colonel Sidney and I were fallen out, and when I denied it and laughed at it, they told me I was mistaken, and, to constated that he had used me very ill to several persons if not companies, saying, "I had a good country, but the basest laws in the world, not to be endured or lived under; and that the Turk was not more absolute than I." This made me remember the discourse we had together at my house about me drawing constitutions, not as proposals, but as if fixed to the hand; and as my act to which the rest were to comply, if they would be concerned with me. I could not but call to mind that the objections were presently complied with, both by my verbal denial of all such constructions as the words might bear, as if they were imposed and not yet free from debate. And also that I took my pen and immediately altered the terms, so that they corresponded (and I truly thought more properly) with thy sense. Upon this thou didst draw a draft as to the frame of government, gave it to me to read, and we discoursed it with considerable argument. It was afterwards called for back by thee to finish and polish; and I suspended proceedings in the business ever since. I met with this sort of language in the mouths of several: I shall not believe it; 'twere not well in me to an enemy, less to a friend. But if it be true, I shall be sorry we ever were AFFAIRS ON THE MONEY MARKET. THE want of nerve in Lombard Street is quite enough without foreign addition; but it is unquestionable that there is such an addition. People are troubled about the state of foreign affairs. There are rumors which the Moniteur contradicts; but, perhaps, the contradiction rather gives importance to their currency than diminishes their belief. The addition of uncertain international circumstances is most important when in the money market at home every thing is distrustful. We can say nothing to remove this uncertainty; on the contrary, we think it a proper and legitimate state of mind. Great changes have lately been made in Europe, and greater still are creeping on. Italy was made into a nation a few years ago; North Germany was last year made into one. The pressing difficulty is how, in what manner, to what extent, is South to be added to North Germany? Italy is not, perhaps, of the first magnitude; but North Germany especially, with its possibilities and appendages, is of the very first magnitude. For many years (and especially since the beginning of the empire), France has been not only the greatest nation on the continent, but by far the greatest nation. What ever" the French do " has been taken as a capital fact to be regretted or applauded as may be, but above all things to be thought of at any rate. This was exactly the state of Europe which, by elaborate policy and treaty, the Congress of Vienna wished to prevent. The Congress, by raising Austria, Prussia, and Russia, into a kind of half-believed rank, wanted to make make her, in a word, one among many a counterpoise to France, wanted to powers, not the most considerable among all powers. But now this almost imaginary aim is come true. If Germany becomes one, as Italy is one, France is but one of many of not a several great countries; she becomes a con- | THE SONG OF A TAILOR-NOT ON STRIKE. siderable member of a mixed body, person predominant over that body. The question before Europe is - Will France, and will her Emperor, endure this descent? M. Thiers said in counting up the evils of the Mexican expedition, that it hampered the power of France during the war of Sadowa, - which is as much as to say that if so many French troops had not been in Mexico, France might have gone to war to prevent Germany being one. If so, it is the best justification the Mexican expedition will ever receive. But the question remains Will a nation which has long been used to so high a position, which so much delights in and prizes that position, submit quietly, and without a struggle, to what really is a loss of power and a degradation? The same difficulty presses on the Emperor which presses on France, and in a form singularly peculiar. He has in substance said to France and Europe -"No doubt I am a dictator; no doubt I repress and stifle individual freedom; no doubt I send clever men to Cayenne; no doubt I repress individual thought; no doubt I restrict the freedom of the Press; no doubt I hate newspapers; but I repay France for this. I give France a great foreign position." What is he to say when by inevitable causes, and partly by the very principles of nationality which he invoked and advocated when half Europe was against it, this great position, and France are obliged to go down in the scale of nations? We do not wish to over-state any thing on so serious a matter of business; but it would be very dangerous not to see what is. A great change has occurred of late in Europe affecting a susceptible nation and a selfmade monarch; and day by day we should watch that change to see what will probably be produced by it, and what will not. The question of cremation is being agitated again in Paris. Great apprehensions, it appears, are entertained that the proposed new cemetery at Pontoise, though of the great extent of 2,125 acres, will exercise a baneful effect on the health of Paris. The plan originated by Dr. Caffe, of that city, of burning the dead by means of an apparatus to which he has given the name of sarcophebe, appears to be favorably entertained. By its adoption, the ashes of the deceased might be easily preserved. My life is dull, my lot is low, A tailor-sitting on a board - O'er seams of fustian, seams of cord. A LEAP IN THE DARK. When if a big jump, or a blind, crossed your course, A FINE horse, a fine rider, and first of the You noted the ground ere you lifted your steed Caucasian Arab, they say, by his breed Limbs lithe, light, and lissome; with sinew to spare, And though past mark of mouth, not a single white hair: Yet his coat seems to change, as 'tis viewed in the light, Now, a dull Oxford mixture, now dark, and now bright. Till what its true colour, 'twas puzzle to say, Till they found a new name for it - Vivian Grey His temper, you'd say, that a quieter horse Never played in a paddock, or walked o'er a horse; If the lie of the land hinted danger beyondOld quarry, or chalk-pit, sunk road-way, or pond When your horse would have taken the fence in his stride, You pulled him together, and turned him aside, And the chance of a fall and a fracture to baulk, To the terra incognita went at a walk Too brave to heed sneerers' or scoffers' remark, And too wise to hazard a LEAP IN THE DARK No. 1214. September 7, 1867. CONTENTS. 1. Life and Letters of Governor Winthrop 2. Brownlows. Part 8 3. Memoir of William Edmondstoune Aytoun 4. End of the Reform Struggle 5. Mr. Carlyle on Reform 6. Japan and Its Currency 7. The Crisis in Italy 8. The Meeting of the Emperors 9. 10. Life in the Landes 11. Shooting Niagara London Review, 628 630 633 635 Ministering Children; a 12. Three English Statesmen; Pym, Cromwell, and Pitt Saturday Review, 13. Dean Ramsay on Scottish Humor 14. The Meeting at Salzburg POETRY: A Storm, 578. Voices of the Wind, 578. I, 639. Euthanasia, 640. In the Choir, 640. Spectator, SHORT ARTICLES: The Character Insurance Company, 637. Life in Landes is given as a specimen of a Roman Catholic Magazine. "The Month " is ably conducted. NEW BOOK. MENTAL AND SOCIAL CULTURE: A Text-book for Schools and Academies. By Lafayette C. Loomis. A.M., M.D., President of Wheeling Female College. J. W. Schermerhorn & Co. New York. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY LITTELL & GAY, BOSTON. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. FOR EIGHT DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the Living Age will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage. But we do not prepay postage on less than a year; nor where we have to pay a commission for forwarding the money. Price of the First Series, in Cloth, 36 volumes, 90 dollars. Any Volume Bound, 3 dollars; Unbound, 2 dollars. The sets, or volumes, will be sent at the expense of the publishers. Raise then thy altar, as one did of old, THE wind has a new sound; Not the soft whisper of the early Spring, Not Summer's full-voiced tone, Through the thick bowers where brooding birds may hide, When, lying with closed eyes, we seem to hear, Nor is it Winter's gale, Which beats against our casement with a power As strange to this soft gust as its fierce rain To the descending dew of April shower A cry at whose deep breath the child grows pale. The sound is none of these. It has its own voice, this bright August day: Hast thou a word for me, With thy soft, ceaseless passing to and fro, Our life has seasons too. The gay voice of our Spring-time knows no fear; The gentle laughter of our children peals Our Summer note is strong. The confidence of manhood speaks aloud. It has to teach and counsel; and its tone Must have a tender firmness in its song; Not tremble into tears, nor idly moan. Winter we all must know; But we would pray for silence in that hour, That a diviner Spirit may control Our passion notes the tempests of the soul, The wailing and the murmuring of woe. O Autumn what of thee? Does not that same hand the sky-fountains hold? Be chastened tenderness thy guiding breath; Yea! as I bow my head in thankful shame, Knowledge of storm and sunshine temper thee, Patience subdue thee, calm love comfort thee, And Faith lend sweetness to thy psalm of death. -Sunday Magazine. ELPIS. |