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half-past three in the morning, and passed the The 16th of March being the birthday of the night in directing the printing of his speech, young Prince Imperial, who was eleven years and in correcting the workmen's blunders, and old, a governor and four aides-de-camp were that at the age of 75—the valiant old gentleman ! appointed, by imperial decree, to form the mili- He very much piqued Government in de tary household of his Imperial Highness. claring that “there was not another fault to General Frossard is governor, in spite of the commit.” Monsieur Rouher answered that frequent reports that a priest (Curé de la Made there had not been a single fault committed. leine) was to be raised to that dignity. Their Monsieur Jules Favre asked why, if GovernMajesties, also, in celebration of the birthday, ment was so satisfied, they disturbed the country assisted at the demolition of the mount opposite with presenting a law that had not its precedent the Champ de Mars, called the Trocadero, in the history of France ? Monsieur Emile famous for its fireworks on the Emperor's féte. Ollivier, who has got all he wanted out of the Fifteen hundred gunpowder casks sent up into liberal party, has at last plunged into Napoleon the air immense blocks of rock, to the great waters, and has answered Monsieur Thiers to delight of Monsieur Haussman, who has sworn his own satisfaction; and Monsieur Belmontet to have everything even, in his beloved city of declares that France never was so free as now. Paris. This is a new kind of amusement for This latter gentleman, no doubt, has no idea to us, and of course we applauded with great en- publish ; but Monsieur Emile de Girardin, who thusiasın; for, after all, fireworks and illumina- professes to one idea per day, thinks that, to be tions are very insipid affairs, and dreadfully old; able to give vent to one, now and then, without we really wanted a fresh invention to spend being condemned to a five thousand francs fine, half-an-hour agreeably, and our Préfet deserves as he has just been, would not be a bad thing, a statue for his splendid display on the 16th. and was once permitted in France. But enough Their Majesties, for whom seats had been pre- of politics. I have not yet said a word about pared, retired highly satisfied. Those who were our Exhibition- it is not because my ears are not aware of what was going on, imagined that not continually ringing with the word, until I the enemy was at our gates-that the Prussians , am heartily sick of it. It appears that the had come with their fusils à aiguille; but they opening will be on the 1st of April, though I remembered, at the same time, that the fusils do not see that it is half-ready, and never saw Chassepot were there to defend us, so we were such a confusion in my life. My opinion is, not frightened at the bursts of gunpowder that that people will be nicely taken in when they resounded through the air. Talking of the behold the so-much vaunted palace and gar. Prussians, we all feel sure that as soon as the dens. I was never so disappointed before, as Exhibition is over we shall go and try our when I was told that the circular building I took Chassepot guns on the other side of the Rhine, for a railway station was the palace! However, to get our natural limits-the Rhenish provinces the inside may be charming, and I have no and Belgium ; for what other reason can the doubt that the produce of human industry there new law, or re-organization of the army, be displayed will be very interesting; but it seems proposed ?

we shall have to pay, and that dearly, for the In spite of the Imperial Speech's assurance of sight, as the franc entrance will not be a quarpeace, we cannot get it out of our heads that ter of the charge. Add to that, that provisions Napoleon is enchanted with Monsieur de Bis- are already dearer, and that pickpockets marck; and the debates in the Corps Législatif have crossed the Channel-a young Irish girl are followed with eager assiduity, and every was arrested last week in Rue de Rivoli, just as word from Government commented on and she was taking a fancy to something that did not turned in every sense. It was a curious spec- | belong to her; and she is one of a band which tacle the other day, when it was noised abroad | the English authorities have kindly pointed out that Monsieur Thiers was going to speak: more to the French police. This is an English prothan ten thousand applicants for cards of ad- duce, of which one does not feel very proud. There mission were received by the different members was a momentary strike amongst the workmen of Parliament: one member alone received five at the Champ de Mars a few days ago, which hundred, and some actually passed the night at spread terror abroad; however, it was soon the doors of the Corps Législatif, in order to be appeased, by the men commencing again. The admitted. It is said that cards were sold by houses near the military school, where many some who had been thus stationed at the door officers lodge, have turned their lodgers out in for 150 francs, and long before the arrival of the order to have room for the visitors, who are exo members, carriages of ladies in grand array pected to spend their money without counting drove up to the palace; amongst others the it. I imagine there will be a little disappointment Princess de Metternich, all in grey satin-very on the part of our Parisians. Mr. Knowles (of bewitching, of course. The Prince Napoleon Manchester, I think) has hired the Italian was also there, besides many other important Theatre for the month of July, for the sole purpersonages. The speech lasted three hours and pose of showing the Parisians “ The American a-half; and, instead of going home to bed when Cousin,” and Mr. Sothern's "Lord Dun, it was over, as most men would have done, dreary." The King and Queen of Portugal Monsieur Thiers drove to the Moniteur printing. have taken an apartment, dit-on, in an hore


for which they are to pay 1,500 francs a-day., dazzling with diamonds, crunching bon-bons, The Great Eastern is to be sent out to America laughing and ogling the men. One almost for a cargo of Yankees, whose sayings and wonders how honest ladies of fashion can like doings are to be faithfully recorded on their ar- to be in the same place with them! “Don rival, by Jules Verne-sept out for that purpose. Car!os” was of course received with enthu

Rossini's chorus for the great international siasm, but all the critics seem to find more to festival is to be entitled “Buwres ! Buwres!" blame than to praise; and it has been, and is What that means I leave you to find out. You still, the subject of great discussion, and far are not to have our statues of your Plantagenet from equalling many of Verdi's other operas. kings, so do not imagine it. The Emperor had Verdi is accused of forsaking his natural talent, not reflected sufficiently on the hue-and-cry , and of imitating the German school. “Don such a concession would cause in the Anglopho- | Carlos'' is more in the style of the “Africaine" bia world, when he consented to gratify your than in the style of any of Verdi's other works. wishes on that head; so he withdraws his con- | It seems that you are to have it in London sent. We, on the contrary, are to have a statue soon. Favre quite outdoes himself: in both of the Empress Josephine, in the avenue called singing and acting, nothing can surpass him. by her name near the Barrière de l'Etoile ; and “Les idées de Madame Aubrav,” by Alexandre the statue of Voltaire, invented by Monsieur Dumas, fils, at the Gymnase, is the third event. Havin, is gradually becoming a reality so far as It is quite an overthrow of all received ideas in the subscription for it goes, in spite of the the present theatrical pieces, and the way in mockeries raised by the petite presse, at the in- which it has been welcomed by the public ventor's cost. Victor Hugo has sent his mite announces a coining change in public taste. towards it, although someone has discovered | Instead of adulterous married women for that our great poet in one of his works calls heroines, seduced unmarried ones are to have Voltaire, “ Singe de genie chez l'homme, en their turn. mission par le diable envoyé,” which is not Theresa, whose voice had forsaken her a short exactly a compliment. The Etendard says that time since, greatly delighted the audience at the a Roman newspaper pretends that, in punish- Alcazar the other night, by unexpectedly and ment for his Voltarian enthusiasm, the unfortu invisibly breaking out in one of her most disnate Monsieur Havin has fallen into a complete tinguished songs (“La gardeuse d'ours"), at state of idiotism !

the moment that the audience was about to We have had three grand events in the thea- | retire. It was a mercy that madness in her trical world this month-events that have admirers was not the result! So rejoice, caused quite a commotion, on account of the strangers ! Theresa will sing to you during the celebrity of the authors, and of all that had been Exhibition. said on the compositions before they appeared. The Emperor has granted a pension to LamarThe first, at the Théâtre Français, “ Galileo,” tine as a national recompence, and of course by Monsieur Pousard, had vacillated between the press is not exactly pleased at it, and the life and death for some time, the censors baving poor old gentleman has been assailed again with condemned it as touching on forbidden ground, all kinds of ill-natured remarks and insults. the famous astronomer's principles being con- Father Felix has recommenced his conferences sidered tov free for the present state of things. at “ Notre Dame.” He treats “ de l'Art et du The drama is a representation of Galileo's strug. Beau" (on Art and Beauty), a singular topic for gles with the Inquisition. The Prince Napo- a church! leon, however, succeeded in vanquishing the The Protestant Church lias just lost one of objections of the too particular censors, and the her oldest and most venerable ministers piece was performed before a crowded house, (Monsieur le Professor Juillerat), who died at the and received with great applause--more from age of 85. It was he who was at Nîmes, when respect to the author, and the few bold expres- Louis XVIII. sent the Duke d’Angouléme, at the sions contained in it, than from its real merit urgent demands of England and other Protestant as a dramatic work. There is too much science countries, to quell the disorders organized in it-a lesson of astronomy in Monsieur against the Protestants in the South. He was Pousard's splendid language. There are two insulted in his pulpit by the excited mob, but or three moving scenes, in which Galileo's calmly braved all for the cause he represented. daughter (the critics say he was never married !) | Have you heard of the disappearance, that has 18 the heroine ; but, on the whole, it is not a caused much noise in Paris, of “ Sir Culling piece fitted to amuse our pleasure-seeking Eardley"? He left his hotel without paying, Parisians, Pousard was ill in bed at the first and has not been heard of since. The owners representation; indeed, he has been in bad of the hotel have demanded permission to sell health for some time. The second event is the what is left to pay themselves : there is 800 fr. “Don Carlos,” at the opera, by Verdi, which or 1000fr. A letter has been addressed to the had for spectators all that Paris possesses in fa- press by some one who has since seen Sir Cullshion in the beau monde and in the demi-monde. | ling, and who says that ever since a typhus fever Nothing is more curious than a theatre here at this gentleman has moments of absence of mind, the first representation of a piece. It is the ren- when, without telling any one, he quits his dezvous of all the lorettes in renown, who dis. residence and goes several hundred miles, forget play their infamous riches in all the front places, ' ting al. A disagreeable mania!

A tit bit: the mayor of a village has just P.S.- Latest fashion: The present fashion of stuck up on the wall that he will permit the long trains without crinolines require ladies to young men to beat the drum in their leisure have large-what shall I say-stomachs ? India. moments, provided they make no noise! Adieu. rubber ones are therefore invented for those

Yours truly, S.A. who lack them.


THE FAIRY TALISMAN. about him on the ground, turn their heads to

one side, and twitter and warble away, as if they BY MISS L. A. BEALE.

quite understood what he said to them. Then

he would pluck a handful of violets and carry A stately mansion stood upon the summit of them to the cradle of his baby brother, and tell a hill, surrounded by gardens filled with rare him marvellous stories of what the birds had and magnificent plants, where quaint fountains said to him, and how Silver Spring had sung to fell dreamily over beautiful statues from marble him about the sunshine and showers and the urns, and lily-bells, and the hideous mouths of glory of the stars; and the little one would huge sea monsters. It was the home of luxury laugh and crow, and put his little white fists in and splendour. Within were soft carpets, in- his mouth, and jabber away as though he too struments of music, costly paintings, and more could understand all that Archer said to bim. books than you could read in a lifetime. The But the mother would stop her spinning and air was heavy with rich perfuines, and the sound ook sadly on him and sigh; and the father, of mirth and feasting and dancing often resound-smoking his pipe on the door-step, would say, ed through the old halls, and even reached “Poor boy! he is not so bright as other chil. the ears of the poor gardener, who lived in a dren; I think he must be foolish." small brown cottage under the hill; and as he But the mother would draw him lovingly to sat in the door-step in the deepening twilight her bosom, press her lips to his fair eyebrow, watching his busy wife still spinning on the and answergreen, and heard the faint echoes of the music "No, no; our little Archy is no fool, but somefrom the Hall, he wondered if the proud lord | times the angels come down and talk with him; of all this princely domain were any happier than and he'd rather talk with them than frolic with he, with his frugal and comely wife and two the children. He'll be a little angel himself by: healthy, happy children. Yet he sighed when and-by." he thought of his children. The baby slept in And the neighbours, hearing the sound of the cradle near, and if a saucy fly lit on his the busy wheel or the hoe of the gardener, said nose, he only smiled in his sleep; but the eldest “What nice, industrious people the Danes child, little Archer Dane, loved best to linger are ! it's such a pity their child is foolish." by the side of the spring in the heavy shadows But they were all mistaken, for he was neither of the wood.

a fool nor an angel; but he wore a fairy talisman, Silver Spring bubbled and murmured among and no one knew it. I will tell you all about it. the ferns and mosses in the edge of the forest. When Archer Dane was a baby, and lay in It was a beautiful spring. The birds loved it, the same cradle that his little brother now occu: and would dart down into its clear water with pied, under the same pink-and-white quilt, on many a chirp and twitter, stirring up the ripples, the same snowy pillow, there came an aged and shaking a little sparkling shower from their woman to the door and begged for a little bread, wings in the morning sunbeams. The flowers saying she was very weary, and had not eaten loved it; the sweet spring violet bent over it, anything for two days. Mrs. Dane was a kind and whispered to it all day long in its mystical woman, and pitied the poor stranger, and asked language of perfume and beauty. The stars her to come in and rest awhile. She limped loved it; for at night, when all the world was over the threshold, on her coarse oaken staff, sleeping, the flowers folded in slumber, and the and sank, nearly fainting, in a chair by the crabirds rolled up in a downy ball with their heads dle. Mrs. Dane brought bread, and even ununder their wings, the stars would come out and corked a bottle of home-made wine, and set it look far down into its dark blue depths, and before the guest. She was very ugly, with & twinkle and glimmer, as if to say, “Good-morn- hump on her back, and yellow, shrivelled fea: ing to you, Silver Spring. Pray what are you tures; but her small black eyes were bright and doing down there among the cowslips and ferns, glittering, and seemed to watch every movement singing to yourself all night?"

of the tidy little housewife. The old woman Little Archy Dane loved it; and he would lie / asked for some milk, and when Mrs. Dane tefor hours on the soft moss, talking in a low turned from the cellar with a mug of rich milk, tone, listening to its gurgling murmur, dipping the old crone held the baby in her arms, talking in his hands, and drinking its cool water. He very fast in some unknown tongue, while the loved to talk to the birds, and they would hop child seemed to understand every word she salu,

and was laughing and kicking in the greatest them with worms and insects, and taught them glee. The mother was alarmed, and could to fly; and how, when the frosts came and the scarcely command herself; but she gave the snow covered the ground, and the flowers were milk to her guest, and caught her child eagerly dead, the swallows all flew far away to warmer to her breast, and murmured—“God bless thee, climes, where the orange blossoms all the year, my babe?"

and brilliant flowers grow, and figs and dates At the name of God, the strange visitor gave are so abundant that they lie unnoticed on the a piercing shriek, and dropping her staff and ground. They told him of broad oceans, and the mug of milk upon the floor, disappeared | high mountains, and sweeping prairies, where through the open window.

the wild horse roams and the buffaloes wander Master Dane heard the cry, and thinking his in herds of thousands; and of great cities, where wife was in distress, hastened in. She told him a hundred church-spires point towards heaven. the strange story, and he said

No wonder that he loved to listen to the twit"It is some wicked sorceress, come to torment ter of the birds, and learn such wonderful things. our child.”

Then the roses told him how they grow; drink“She is a foul witch,” said the wife : "throw ing life from the moist earth through their the staff into the river.”

fibrous roots, unfolding in the light and drawHe stooped to pick up the rude staff, but ing the green of their leaves and the carmine of found it so heavy he could scarcely lift it, and their blossoms from the life-giving sun and genthen they saw that it was pure gold.

tle dews. And often the Spirit of the Rose "Perhaps she belongs to that fierce band of would come out from her golden castle in the robbers in the Gorgeness Woods. We will put heart of the flower, and, poised upon the edge the staff away, and no one will know it."

of a swaying leaf, talk to him of her beautiful So they hid the golden staff in the garret, and life and mission. the wheel went on spinning just the same as “I speak to the heart alone,” she would say. though there was no wealth in the cottage but “ No one sees me, but I am always here in the wealth of honest hearts and willing hands the perfumed halls of my castle; and when chil. and that is the best wealth in the world, let folks dren pluck roses for garlands, or for the bosomn say what they will.

of their mother, I whisper to their heart, and But at night when the mother undressed her say, 'Be gentle and sweet, like the rose.' When babe, with a prayer of thankfulness in her heart the bride fastens a rose on her pure breast, I that her first-born was safe from harm, she found say, “Be beautiful as the rose, breathe only fraa chain of gold about his neck that had slipped grance and love. From the brow of death I down to his white shoulders. It was curningly whisper to the mourner of that land which Death wrought in the form of a serpent, and had eyes may never enter, and flowers can never fade; of glittering diamonds.

and when she kisses me she drinks hope and They knew that their strange guest had clasped comfort from the chalice of perfume I hold to it there, and so they thought she was not a

her lips." wicked witch or robber, but some great princess Then the Rose Spirit would fling out a breath in disguise.

of fragrance from her gossamer robes, and glide " It is some grand folk up at the Hall,” said into the depths of her honeyed retreat behind the father; "there is a count and a duchess | the yellow anthers; and the boy would close his visiting there, and such wonderful company.” eyes and breathe the faint perfume, and wonder

ey tried to unfasten the golden serpent | if heaven itself could be sweeter. So he lived from their baby's neck, but it clasped with a and talked with nature, and everybody called secret spring which they could not touch, and him a strange child, looking into each other's the mother was pleased, and said

eyes, and shaking their heads ominously. No "Depend upon it, she was some great princess one knew of the fairy charm. One day he told in disguise."

his mother a wonderful story of Poland, and the But they were mistaken again, for the old clash of arms, and oppression, and suffering, woman with the golden staff was neither princess which the Polander bad told him ; but his mother nor sorceress, but only the child's fairy god- only laughed, and said mother, and the necklace was a charm or talis “You are a queer boy, Archie. Don't you man. Whoever wore it could understand all know you have been dreaming? I believe you the voices of Nature.

are always dreaming. Hold this yarn for me." So little Archer grew fair and beautiful every So Archer went on dreaming; and his father day, and he knew what the birds were saying found that he grew wise without books, and when they chattered in their nests; he under- knew more of distant lands than he could teach stood the language of the brooks, and flowers, him. His strange history reached even the inand trees, and of all the beasts in the farm-yard. | mates of the Hall, and the lord of the manor And as he grew up, he had no need to read in stopped at the gate one day, and asked him many books about plants and animals, for they could questions of foreign countries, which Archer tell him more about themselves than all the seemed to understand as well as if he had been books that were ever written.

there, and answered as promptly. The lord The swallows told him how they built their was inuch astonished, and inquired where he nests of clay and straw and lined it with feathers ; had read so much! but Archer replied, in his how they reared their tender young, and fed simple way, “A little bird told me.”

But the lord rode on, saying, to himself, “A dark side of life, to see its troubles, and disstrange child.”

comforts, and angularities; of which, dear Often the mother grew sad, and said to the children, we can all find enough if we do not father, “Our boy will soon be an angel." And shut our eyes and turn our heads away. the father had many misgivings, and thought Now, it is a great misfortune for a boy or perhaps the mysterious visitant was indeed a girl to have such a inother as was this Maxi. sorceress, and had cast some soul spell upon him milian Bowers'. I do not believe in too far in his infancy. Still they did not dream that it ignoring facts to you children, and I know was the golden serpent with the diamond eyes many of you have instinct enough to see faults that sometimes whispered to the boy_“You and failings in your elders. shall know all things.”

Mrs. Bowers meant, in a general way, to do what was right. She loved Max with that deep, mother-love which, upon occasion, would have risked her life for his. But people may possibly

go to dungeon and stake for us, who would, on M A X.

the whole, be dreadfully uncomfortable to live

with every day. BY VIRGINIA F. TOWNSEND.

Mrs. Bowers never once in her life stopped to

consider that she owed to the children whom Maximilian Bowers came out of the house God had given her, a pleasant face, a cheerful that morning, and took his way down the old voice; hers had a trick of tone that rasped lane-road to the school beyond the pastures-a one's nerves at times; or her depressed moods, boy stumbling up somewhere into his twelfth which were her prevailing ones, fell like a visible birthday. There was nothing to please fastidi- chill and darkness upon the young souls ous eyes about him on that especial morning. around her. His tanned, freckled, bomely face was sur

ekled, bomely face was sur- | Maximilian - you will wonder how the mounted with thick, coarse, yellow hair; he country boy came by this royal name, and I had considerably outgrown the faded suit of hope it will suggest to you something of the clothes which had been originally fashioned for grand courts and the gorgeous shows far across him out of some coarse, dark blue cloth, and the sea, more than three centuries ago, and the his bare, soiled feet looked larger than ever, as old German emperor that moved among his they trotted along through the grass, on which princely knights and vassals in the old times, the morning dews still clung thick as hoarfrost. that shine down upon us with a marvellous

It was a pleasant morning in May; the soft, grace and lustre, but that, after all, are not half strong air was luxuriously seasoned with the so good as the new. smell of the freshly-turned earth, and all the Mrs. Bowers had read somewhere a story of wild blossoming of tree and woodbines. There the old monarch in his grand palace, with his was a playful waking and hushing of winds princes and archbishops doing homage about among the leaves, a quiver and murmur of fresh, him; so she took down the stately old German warm life everywhere, and overhead a cloudless name, about which some lustre of sceptre and sky, with a sun “rejoicing as a strong man to crown still lingered, and blew off the dust of run his race.

centuries from it, and she set it on the round, All these things would have usually awakened curly head of her boy, as he slept in his cradle some deep, delicious response in the soul of in the old farm-house. But the name soon Maximilian Bowers; he was bewildered, dwindled into Max, and the boy might have cramped, purblind in a good many directions ; | forgotten what remained of it, if he had not been but he was at home with Nature-at home with obliged to write his whole name on the fly.leat sky and earth, mountain and pasture, the brook, of some occasional book that fell into his pose with its lisp of laughter, and the river, in its session. broad, serene, solemn strength, “ seeking the Mrs. Bowers was not a severe, hardly a strict sea”—at home with all the joy, and growth, mother ; but she made a point of seeing all her and beauty, with all the storm, and wildness, children's faults in the same exaggerated colours and wrath of Nature, some voice in his soul that she did every wrong thing in the world. answering to all the moods of the seasons. They She was always holding these up before them were perpetual comfort and company, delight always implying, if not insisting that they were to his soul, too often tried, harassed, perplexed the most incorrigible, ungrateful, indolent, inem elsewhere. For Max had had a pretty tough cient of the human brood, and that she hersel time of it, all things considereil, during these was the most innocent, the most unhappy and first twelve years of his “strutting on the stage unfortunate of mothers. of life.”

Poor Max! If he could only have shaken Small time and chance for “strutting," off the damp, clinging, rainy-day influenc though, with Max! There were few footlights, this manner and talk! But Mrs. Bowers » and very little dazzle and display, in his part of his mother, and his heart clung to her with the drama, thus far.

strong clinging tie of mother and child, whic The truth is, Max had an uncomfortable sort will bear almost any strain before it will bi of home. His mother was a sour, fretsul, fault.asunder, finding woman, much inclined to look upon the ! Thiş morning of which ļ write, poor in

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