manœuvres, succeeded in taking on June 24 the place of members of the executive commission, which you had coveted since the 24th February? Was it not you who, under the title of mayor of Paris, possessed yourselves of the post of the Hôtel de Ville, at that time the most important to occupy? Was it not you who successively succeeded in putting your hands on the ministry of finance, on the ministry of foreign affairs, on the ministry of justice, on the ministry of war, on all the important ministries, and finally on the presidency of the National Assembly? Between what hands, finally, are the two presidencies; the presidency of the republic and the presidency of the Assembly? Is not one of these presidencies in the hands of M. Cavaignac, the other in those of M. Marrast? What could you desire, what take more? Have you not taken all that you could take? Republic and dictatorship? By suppleness and tactics have you not succeeded in slipping between M. Lamartine and M. Ledru-Rollin, and in turning both of them out? In truth, you are too modest, gentlemen of the National! It is really you who govern, and we see that well! In making yourselves so modest, have you then arrived at the fatal extremity of having to dread the responsibility of the past and the severity of the future? It would be difficult in fact to cause in less time a greater injury to a greater country. there to prove it. How can this redoubtable alternative be escaped from? The constitution, which might have saved us by not putting any limits to universal suffrage, has not left us the liberty of choice. The constitution, it is true, has left us the right to give our votes to him, who in April last was elected by ten departments-M. de Lamartine; but they would manifestly be lost votes. All servilities will incline themselves to allow M. Cavaignac to pass; all passions will agitate to cut out a passage for M. Ledru-Rollin. The people must have other poems than poems in verse; it must have poems in action. Napoleon is the poet of the people; the names of the battles which they have lost and won together are in the memory of all old men and the imagination of all children. That is very fortunate, for, without that powerful lever, it is to be feared that no effort could triumph over the apathy of the country districts, and that they would leave the towns to elect, as their passions might dictate, the president of the republic, future holder of the destinies of France! There will only be a serious struggle between MM. Louis Napoleon, Cavaignac, and Ledru-Rollin. M. Ledru-Rollin is the Réforme, M. Cavaignac is the National, M. Louis Napoleon is, if you will absolutely, not the future, but history. Since we must absolutely choose-yes, we prefer history, which is glory, to the National, which is arbitrary power, and the Réforme, which is anarchy. Some days The Presse again advocates as follows the cause ago, in employing this language, we preceded the of M. Louis Napoleon Bonaparte : political men whose opinion has the greatest weight; at present we are only their faithful echo! Question them. It is necessary to wrest the government of France from the coterie of the National, the coterie which is leading us to an abyss by the path of misery. It The administration of the post-office has pubis necessary to prevent at every cost the bankruptcy lished a notice that the uniform postage of 20 cenof the state and the revolution of hunger. This times for letters not exceeding 7 grammes in necessity, every day more imperative, becomes every day more evident; this necessity explains weight will come into operation on 1st January how the candidateship of M. Louis Napoleon Bo- next. Pre-payment will be voluntary, and postnaparte to the presidency, which at first had no age-stamps similar to those in England, but bearserious chances of success, except in the poetical ing the head of the figure of Liberty, will be presouvenirs of the peasant and the artisan, has all at pared. once found unexpected coöperation and unforeseen adhesions. Political men, whose names have most authority, whose experience can be least contested, rally thereto; they understand that the election of M. Louis Napoleon Bonaparte is the only path of safety which the constitution has left open, by closing against the two branches of the house of Bourbon the two doors by which they can return; one, the elder branch by the general wish; the other, the younger by the universal vote; they understand that if there remain to France a means of setting aside the perils suspended over her, it is in causing the popular sentiment which carries the masses towards the heir of Napoleon, to serve in the reëstablishment of order, of credit, of labor, in the pacification of people's minds. There is no longer in France either government or liberty; who will restore them to us? Is it believed that it will be those who have destroyed them?-some in giving us up to anarchy, others in giving us up to ar- VANCOUVER'S ISLAND.-The Chamber of Combitrary power, those two profiles of a face called "merce of Manchester has addressed a memorial to impuissance! M. Cavaignac is arbitrary power, the committee of privy council for affairs of trade M. Ledru-Rollin is anarchy. M. Ledru-Rollin and plantations, protesting against the transfer of draws down arbitrary power, as M. Cavaignac Vancouver's Island to the Hudson's Bay Company. draws down anarchy. One is the precursor of the It may be remembered by our readers, that inquirother. It is the flux and reflux of the revolution-ies by Mr. Christy, the member for Newcastle-unary ocean. Arbitrary power is not distant when der-Lyne, brought to light, towards the end of the anarchy has arrived: anarchy is on the threshold last session of parliament, the negotiations for a when arbitrary power has entered. History is charter, which had been going on for two years be Thirty-five Trappists have just arrived at Havre, and are about to sail in the Brunswick, on November 1, for the United States, where they have been invited to proceed by M. 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These latter have determined to call the chief-town of their settlement in Texas, Cabetville, from the name of the founder. tween the colonial department and that company. as an accomplished and intelligent lady, whose obOn 18th August the subject was brought formally ject is not so much to benefit herself, as to secure before the House of Commons, when, after a de- the continuance of a work which she justly regards bate, so small a majority coincided with the govern- as of great importance to her sex, and especially to ment, that an assurance was given that no further those engaged in manufacturing pursuits.-Jour. step should be taken until the whole subject shall of Com. have been submitted to the privy council.-Sun. NEW BOOKS AND REPRINTS. ABBOTT. 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Finding that I am not mary, or practical application, as would be con- better than others in this respect, I invented a remvenient and useful for family worship, as well edy of my own, a sort of artificial resolution respectas private meditation. ing things which are difficult of performance-a might otherwise want, and which man is generally means of securing that firmness in myself which I obliged to sustain by some external prop. My device, then, is this:-I give my word of honor most solemnly to myself to do, or to leave undone, this or that. I am of course exceedingly cautious and discreet in the use of this expedient, and exercise great deliberation before I resolve upon it; but when once it is done, even if I afterwards think I have been precipitate or mistaken, I hold it to be perfectly irrevocable, whatever inconveniences I foresee likely to result. And I feel great satisfaction and tranquillity in being subject to such an immutable law. 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It is supposed to be the production of a writer called Gray, who was held in good estimation by Henry VIII. and the Protector Somerset, "for making certain merry ballads."] THE hunt is up, the hunt is up, The east is bright with morning light, And the merie horne wakes up the morne Beholde the skyes with golden dyes Are glowing all around; The grasse is greene, and so are the treene, The horses snort to be at the sport, The sunne is glad to see us clad All in our lustie greene, And smiles in the skye as he riseth hye, Awake all men, I say agen, Be merie as you maye, Chambers' Journal. 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From the Metropolitan. cal age, in which such an infamy was done, without bringing down an indignant, million-voiced remonstrance upon the illustrious obscure, who had OURS, if Thomas Carlyle preach a true gospel, the audacity thus to act? Nor are we much betis a mechanical age, and a mechanical age it ap-ter; we who have seen a Haydon commit suicide, pears to us likely to remain. That the poeta and suffered Hood to die in want. The age does nascitur non fit, is admitted as a most undeniable not become less mechanical, because it may give truth of the reader of poetry something similar birth to mechanics' institutions, and popular lecmay also be said. Dry-as-Dust, by no art, can do tures, and societies for the diffusion of useful other than write rhyme; nor can he do more than knowledge, reading, writing, arithmetic. A smatappreciate rhyme in others. The great Johnson tering of the sciences cannot transform the clown turned away in disgust from the matchless poetry into the genius, it cannot even make a man of Lycidas, and Milton's sonnets. Horace Walpole preferred, as poets, Lord Carlisle, and General Burgoyne, to Sheridan and Goldsmith. Voltaire deemed Cato a nobler tragedy than anything that Shakspeare wrote. The reason is obvious. They were all wanting in the vision and the faculty divine, to each there lacked The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling. To them poetry was the amusement of an hour, not the business of a life. Of the true poet, who sings, as Paul preached, because it was at his peril he kept silent, or as David, because the fire burned; or as Jeremiah prophesied, because the words were put into his mouth-of the poet, who tells his tale as a messenger from heaven, who sits hidden poetical. Nevertheless, every age has its poet; and to every country there appears its bard. As Wordsworth says, "great men have been amongst us." This old world of ours has hardly a nook that genius has not stamped with a sacred and undying name. Amongst Scandinavian rocks, along our own fertile plains, by the vineyards of France, beneath the blue sky of Italy, the presence and power of the poet has been felt. The new world has also shared in this universal feeling. Like royalist Europe, republican America has bent at the poet's shrine. Her poets have grown with her growth, and strengthened with her strength. They have done more than prophesied to their own country alone; their voice has gone out through all the world, it has been borne to us fraught with highest wisdom and truth, beyond Singing hymns unbidden, the roar of the everlasting sea. We have lent Till the world is wrought them our Shakspeare and Milton, and already they To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not have given us much in truth. And yet America A well-known truism was is more mechanical than we. they never dreamt. But whether men the utmost at which they aimed. The poet hear or not-whether the age will sympathize stands before the men of his age; his hopes, his with him or not, the poet may not stifle the burnknowledge, his purposes are far more wonderful ing impulse, the living inspiration that foams and than theirs. The glorious exhalations of his dawn frets within. The bread cast upon the waters Thus was it. are to them "invisible, or dimly seen." Hence may not be found for many days. the age becomes mechanical, sensual, not spiritual, with Milton two centuries ago. Thus in our time. without heart of faith. It reads not the signs of has it been with Wordsworth and many more. the times. It seesWhen Shelley wrote his Adonais, how few there were then to respond to its most mournful and musical lament! How many now! In the light of thought Since Barlow's Columbiad was bought up by the trunkmakers, American poetry has merited and received from us, a far warmer welcome.. What Cooper and Irving have done in one direction, a cloud of witnesses have effected in another.. Bryant, Dana, Percival, Brainerd, Lydia Sigourney, Willis, Flint, Whittier, and Margaret and Lucretia Davidson, have won for America no inStill more No God, no heaven in the void world, The wide, grey, lampless, dark, unpeopled world. To his age, the true poet is more or less a stranger and a foreigner, the voice of one crying in the wilderness. As the Hebrew prophet, in the language of mournful complaint, he cries, Who hath believed my report as the Christ of old, he comes to his own race, but in vain. Every age must be more or less mechanical-the struggle for bread, the hard, leaden, matter-of-fact considerable share of poetic renown. world, in which the masses live, the tyranny of recently, have the poems of James Russel Lowell, custom, increasingly stamp a mechanical impress and Ralph Waldo Emerson, found readers on on the age. Burns got about fifty pounds a year, this side the Atlantic. We do not quarrel with as a government official; was not that a mechani- America, that it has not yet published its ponder ous epic, that it cannot point to its " gorgeous sity of Cambridge, where, with the exception of a tragedy in sceptred pall." The poetic develop-short visit to Europe in 1842, for the benefit of his ment differs at different times. In the Elizabe- health, he has since remained. The life of the than age it was dramatic-in the second resurrec- man of letters is generally marked by but few intion of English poetry, dating from the immortal cidents. As with others, so with our author, this Burns, but one tragedy worth mentioning, that of rule holds good. Shelley's Cenci, appeared. This is an age that "Evangeline" is his longest and most artistic loves neither the drama nor the epic, and they poem. His other publications are entitled, “Voices have vanished, as the three-volume novel of of the Night," "Poems on Slavery, and Additional Scott's day has made way for the monthly serial Poems," ""Ballads and Translations." His poems of Dickens', and the inimitable Tittmarsh Barry are of an order to which we have none akin. GerCornwall, Hood, Tennyson, are not the less poets, many, more than England, has been the source of for the mode their poetry has assumed. They his inspiration. Our own writers of short poems would not have been esteemed greater, had they-Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley-have nothing written as many dramas as Calderon, or epics as in common with him. He is still further removed Southey. Shelley and Coleridge would have from our lyric writers, from Burns to Moore. He been equally the poets they were, had the one writes, like Cowper, with a purpose, and his verses done no more than publish his Ode to the Skylark, have a liquid flow, to which the former can lay no or had the other but written his Poem on Love. claim. Of Longfellow's graphic power of descripWith the name of one who claims to stand tion, the following is a favorable specimen. headed" Woods in Winter." WOODS IN WINTER. When winter winds are piercing chill, That overbrows the lonely vale. Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs And voices fill the woodland side. It is Alas! how changed from the fair scene, amongst the first of American poets, Professor Longfellow, the readers of "The Metropolitan" must be already familiar. His longest poem, Evangeline," though written in a metre, which elsewhere he describes as " that inexorable hexameter, in which it must be confessed the motions of the English muse are not unlike those of a prisoner, dancing to the music of his chains," was not long since warmly commended in these pages. No one with any pretension to poetic feeling can read its delicious portraiture of rustic scenery, and of a mode of life long since defunct, without the most intense delight. Its accomplished author, whose portrait graces this number of our magazine, is the son of the Hon. Stephen Longfellow, of Portland, America, and was born in that city on the 27th of February, 1807. At the age of fourteen, he entered Bowdoin college, through the studies of which he passed with distinguished success. In 1925, he was appointed professor of modern languages in the same college-an undeniable testimony to the estimation in which he was held, by those who had had the best opportunity of judging of his character. He laboriously prepared himself for the duties of his office, and for that purpose, travelled three years and a half in France, Italy, Spain, Germany, Holland, and England. In 1829, he returned to America, well fitted for the post he was called upon to occupy. During the leisure hours, and they could not have been many, he could spare from college duties, he composed those beautiful poems, which already have won for him not merely an American, but an European fame. Upon the resignation, by Pro- To our minds the foregoing is very natural and fessor Ticknor, of the chair of modern languages suggestive. It forms one of his earlier poems; and belles lettres, in the University of Cambridge,|“ 'poems," as he informs us, "written for the most Mr. Longfellow, though then but twenty-eight, part during my college life, and all of them before was elected in his stead. As on a former occasion, the age of nineteen." We extract from the he prepared himself for his post, by visiting Eu-"Voices of the Night," the noble "Psalm of rope; but this time he visited principally the north. Denmark, Sweden, Germany, and Switzerland, attracted his steps; after a short sojourn in these countries, he returned to America in 1836, and immediately entered upon his duties at the Univer- an inspiration and celestial voice. But still wild music is abroad, Pale, desert woods! within your crowd; Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear I hear it in the opening year I listen, and it cheers me long. Life," which, we doubt not, has inspired many a youthful heart with high hopes and indomitable resolves. To the man also of little faith, sinking beneath the waves of life, it is fitted to come as |