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and will apparently continue to be, make them the scourges of its judgthe case in France, till a moral revo ments on the earth, till, by a renew. lution, which is the real want, and ed, not a new, moral revolution, ornot a political one, takes place. To der and progress be again restored, create such a revolution, out of which and a new era dawn upon the world. alone stability for any form of go We have dwelt, perhaps somevernment can grow, is humanly im- what too much at length, on the mopossible. The want, however, is ral condition of France, because we felt—and this is the only saving regard the state of the human heart in sign we bave perceived in the na- any country to be a much more untion-by all classes and all parties. erring criterion of its future destiA moral citizen education, it is sup- nies, than any external political posed by the Republicans, would events whatever. work the wonder; but even the Pa. The lines from the above extract, gans had religious principles, which which we have printed in italics, inspired their civic virtues--the ob- terrible and blasting as they are to ject and model for emulation—and the Orleans dynasty, have not been which, therefore, cannot be imitated, taken any public notice of by the gothough they may be shammed and vernment. What! does it fear to burlesqued. Others insist upon re- prosecute Mons. de Chateaubriand ? viving a respect for Christianity, but Yes, truly. Discretion is with it the Catholicism, its only form in France, better part of valour, and Mong. de has been degraded so thoroughly, só Chateaubriand is allowed an unlipierced through and through, and so mited impunity, whilst poor jourutterly disabled, that it can never nalists and printers are hunted and again raise its head in that country, persecuted to ruin and beggary, in And what are morals without reli- violation of the charte, and by all the gion (supposing them possible )? arts of despotism. But Mons. de Merely the excogitation of human Chateaubriand's name is not good to wisdom for human convenience, and conjure with. It might raise a spirit therefore always subject to be ques- which might tear the conjurer to tioned and disputed. How loose does pieces. such a notion—for it is nothing more We now hasten to our concluding -leave man of all obligations, and extract. Having presented, from how utterly does it annibilate all Mons. de Chateaubriand, a distractmoral convictions ; for how can there ing picture of human politics and be convictions, when the very foun- miseries, we have now the pleasure dations on which they should rest of contrasting it with one from daare merely opinions ? According to ture, which may calm and elevate this doctrine, there is nothing within the troubled thoughts his prophetic the vail : his erect form was given to vision has raised up. man in vain, for be is forbidden to “ It was twenty-two years ago, as look up to heaven! Truly with these I have just said, that I sketched, in sentiments, and they are nearly upi. London, the Natchez and Atala. I versal in France, it is only natural to am precisely now, in my Memoirs, look forward to a new era of e.rperi at the epoch of my voyage to Amements on human nature in that rica. This conjunction happens adcountry. We believe not, however, mirably. Let us suppress these with Monsieur de Chateaubriand, (if twenty-two years, as they are in his supposition be any thing more fact suppressed in my life, and let than bitter irony,) that these experi- us depart for the forests of the new ments will ever attain to any practi. world. The recital of my embassy cal consistency. We believe the dis- will come in its place. Should I reorganizing principle to be inconsist- main here a few months, I shall have ent with any stable society, even the leisure to arrive at the cataract of bee-hive society, the materializing Niagara, the army of the Princes in animalizing society, which he has Germany, and from the army of the anticipated. We would anticipate Princes to my retreat in England. rather that Providence will leave The ambassador of the King of those wicked men, to whom our re France can relate the history of the marks point, in their wickedness, and French emigrant, in the place itself
to which he was exiled. But I must ing cradle: spectators of the world first speak of seas and of ships; and they have never entered. Within am I not well placed in London to this life, narrowed to so small a space speak of those things ?
under the clouds and over the abyss, “ You have seen that I embarked every thing is animated for the maat St Malo. We left the Channel, riner: an anchor, a sail, a mast, a and the immense billows coming cannon, are the creatures of his affecfrom the west, announced our en tions, and have each their historytrance on the Atlantic.
" That sail was shivered on the coast “ It is difficult for those who have of Labrador; the master sailsman never been at sea to form an idea of mended it with the piece you seethe sentiments experienced when That anchor saved the vessel, when from the deck of the vessel one sees all the other anchors were lost in on all sides nothing but the serious the midst of the coral rocks of the and menacing face of the abyss. Sandwich Isles-Tbat mast was broThere is in the perilous life of a sailor ken by a hurricane off the Cape of an independence which springs from Good Hope; it was but one single his absence from the land. The pas piece, but it is much stronger now sions of men are left upon the shore. that it is composed of two piecesBetween the world quitted and the The cannon which you see is the world soughtfor, there is neither love only one which was not dismounted nor country but on the element at the battle of the Chesapeake.' Then which bears us. No more duties to the most interesting news a-boardful6l, no more visits to make, no • The log has just been thrown—the more journals, no more politics. vessel is going ten knots an hourEven the language of a sailor is not the sky is clear at noon-an obserthe ordinary language. It is a lan- vation has been taken—they are at guage such as the ocean and the such a latitude—so many leagues heavens, the calm and the tempest have been made in the right direcspeak. One inhabits a universe on tion—the needle declines, it is at the waters, among creatures whose such a degree—the sand of the sandclothing, whose tastes, whose man- glass passes badly, it threatens rain ners and aspects, resemble not the-flying-fish have been seen towards people of the earth; they have the the south, the weather will become roughness of the sea-wolf, and the calm ;-the water has changed its lightness of the bird. Their fronts colour-pieces of wood have been are marked by none of the cares of seen floating by-sea-gulls and wildsociety. The wrinkles which tra ducks have been seen-a little bird verse them resemble the foldings of has perched upon the yards—it is a diminutive sail, and they are less necessary to stand out to sea, for chisselled by age than by the wind they are nearing the land, and it is and by the waves. The skin of these dangerous to approach it during the creatures, impregnated by salt, is red night. Among the poultry is a faand rigid, like the surface of the rock vourite sacred cock which has surbeaten by the billows.
vived all the others; it is famous “ Sailors have a passion for their for having crowed during a battle, vessel. They weep with regret on as if in a farm-yard in the midst of quitting it, and with tenderness on its hens. Under the decks lives a cat returning to it. They cannot remain of tortoise-coloured skin, bushy tail, with their families. After having long stiff mustaches, firm on its feet, sworn a hundred times to expose and caring not for the rolling of the themselves no more to the sea, they vessel : it has twice made the
voyage find it impossible to live away from round the world, and saved itself it, like a young lover who cannot from a wreck on a cask. The cabin tear himself from the arms of a boys give to the cock biscuits soakfaithless and stormy mistress. In ed in wine; and the cat has the prithe docks of London and Plymouth vilege of sleeping, when it likes, in it is not rare to find sailors born on the hammock of the first lieutenant.' board ship; from their infancy to “The aged sailor resembles the their old age they have never been aged labourer. Their harvests are difon shore, and have never seen the ferent, it is true; the sailor has led land but from the deck of their float- a wandering life, the labourer has
never quitted his field, but they both stones, which has no boundaries but consult the stars, and predict the the waves, no relays but the winds, future in ploughing their furrows; to no lights but the stars—the most dethe one the lark, the redbreast, and lightful of adventures, when one is nightingale-to the other, the alba. not in quest of lands and seas untross, the curlew, and the kingfisher, known, is the meeting of two vessels. are prophets. They retire in the The mutual discovery takes place evening, the one into his cabin, the along the horizon by the help of a other into his cottage: frail tene- telescope; then they make sail toments, but where the hurricane which wards each other. The shakes them, does not agitate their and the passengers hurry upon the tranquil consciences.
deck. The two ships approach,
hoist their flags, brail half up their • In the wind tempestuous blowing,
sails, and lay themselves alongside of Still no danger they descry;
each other All is silence; the two The guiltless heart, its boon bestowing,
captains, from the poop, hail each Soothes them with its lullaby. Lullaby, &c. &c.'
other with speaking-trumpets-The
name of the vessel—from what port « The sailor knows not where death -the name of the captain—where will surprise him, or on what coast he comes from—where he is bound he will leave his life. Perhaps he for-how many days his passage has will mingle his last sigh with the lasted, and what are his observations wind, attached to a raft to continue on the longitude and latitude.' bis voyage; perhaps he will sleep These are the questions— Good interred on a desert island, which voyage.' The sails are unbrailed, one may never light upon again, as and belly to the wind. The sailors he slept alone in his hammock in the and passengers of the two vessels middle of the ocean. The vessel is follow each other with their eyes, itself a spectacle. Sensible to the without saying a word; these going slightest movement of the helm, an to seek the sun of Asia, those the hippogriff or winged courser, it sun of Europe, which will equally obeys the hand of the pilot, as a see them die. Time carries away horse the hand of its rider. The and separates travellers upon the elegance of the masts and cordages, earth more promptly still than the the
agility of the sailors who cluster wind separates those upon the ocean. about the yards, the different aspects They also make signs of adieu from in which the ship presents itself, afar-good voyage— the common whether it advances leaning upon port is Eternity, the water by a contrary wind, or flies “The boatswain of the vessel I was straight forward before a favourable embarked in was an ancient superbreeze, make this scientific machine cargo, named Pierre Villeneuve. His one of the wonders of the genius of name alone pleased me, for it re
Sometimes the waves break called the good Villeneuve. He against its sides, and dash up their had served in India under Suffrein, spray; sometimes the tranquil water and in America under the Count divides without resistance before its D'Estaing; he had been engaged in prow. The flags, the lights, the a multitude of affairs. Leaning on sails, complete the beauty of this the fore part of the vessel, near the palace of Neptune. The main-sails, bowsprit, like a veteran seated on unfurled in all their breadth, belly the bank of his little garden in the out like vast cylinders; the top-sails, fosse of the Invalides, Pierre, whilst reefed in the midst, resemble the chewing a quid of tobacco, which breasts of a mermaid. Animated by swelled his cheek like a rheum, deimpetuous wind, the vessel with its scribed to me the effect of detonakeel, as with the share of the plough, tions of artillery on the decks during furrows with a mighty noise the a combat, the ravage the bullets fields of the ocean.
made in rebounding against the gun “On these vast paths of the deep, frames, the cannons, and the timbers. along which are seen neither trees, I made him talk of the Indians, the nor villages, nor cities, nor towers, negroes, the colonists; I asked him nor spires, nor tombs-on this cause how the people were dressed—how way without columns, without mile- the trees were shaped-of what co
lour was the earth and sky-what in the sciences and the arts. There
St Peter's Island, NewFOUNDLAND.
the rest of the world disappear. “The passengers on board a ves Mine host enquired about the Revosel offer a society different from lution, and I enquired about the the crew; they belong to north-west passage. He was at the ther element; their destinies are advanced guard of the desert, but he on the earth. Some are seeking knew nothing of the Esquimaux, and fortune, others repose; some re received nothing from Canada but turning to their country, others partridges. quitting it; and others are voyaging “I was alone one morning, to behold to study the manners of foreign the rising of the sun in the direction nations, and to instruct themselves of France. I sat down on a project
ing rock, my feet banging over the and we see the young men hunt the waves, which were unfurling them- white bear.' • Will
father soon selves below on the steep shore. A return ?' 'Oh no, the captain will young female appeared on the higher take the vessel to Genoa with Guil. declivities; her legs were bare, laumy.' * But will Guillaumy rethough it was cold, and she walked turn?' 'Oh yes, next season, at the amidst the dew. Her black hair return of the fishermen. He will was disposed in knots under an In- bring me in his venture, a silk cor. dian handkerchief, which was ar set, a muslin petticoat, and a black ranged round her head; above the necklace.' • And then you will handkerchief she wore a hat of straw, be dressed for the wind, the moun. or rather of the reeds of the coun- tain, and the sea. Shall I send you try, in the shape of a cradle. A a corset, a petticoat, and a necklace, bouquet of heath Jilac peeped from from America ?' Oh no.' her bosom, which contrasted with “ She got up, took her basket, and her white chemisette. From time to hurried by a steep path along, a time she stooped to pluck some grove of fir-trees. She sung with a leaves of an aromatic plant, which is shrill voice the canticle of the miscalled in the island natural tea. sions. With one band she put these leaves
Tout brulant d'une ardeur immortelle, into a paper, which she held in the other hand. She perceived me, and
C'est vers Dieu qui tendent mes desirs. without the least timidity, came and “ As she went swiftly along, seasat by my side, put her basket near gulls, and beautiful marine birds, callher, placed herself like me, her legs ed egrets, from their tufts of feathers hanging over the sea, and looked up on their heads, flew up before her. at the sun.
She seemed to belong to their flock. “We remained a few minutes with. Having reached the sea, she sprung out speaking, and without daring to into a boat, unfurled the sail, and sat turn our faces towards each other. at the helm. One might have taken At last I became more courageous, her for the goddess Fortune. She and addressed her— Wbat have was soon out of sight. you been gathering ?' She raised her large black eyes, timid and proud, Che guidar gli doveva fatal donzella.
Vider picciola nave; e in poppa quella towards me, and replied, “ I have been gathering tea.' She presented “ Oh no! Oh yes, Guillaumy. The to me her basket.
Are you carry image of the young sailor on the ing this tea to your father or to your yardarm in the midst of the winds, mother ?' *My father is fishing with changed to her the frightful rock of Guillaumy. • How do you pass the St Peter into a land of delights; winter in the island ?' " We make nets; on a Sunday we go to mass
“ L'isole di Fortuna, ora vedete." and to vespers; we sing the Can
O. D. ticles, then we play upon the snow,