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sary orders; Henry cannot be far off; a state of the greatest uneasiness, and I mythe gate-keeper of the castle saw him this The emotion of the prince preevening cross the drawbridge." "Alone ?" asked the duchess, scarcely able to support herself.

"Alone," said the prince. "He was running; the gate-keeper wished to speak to him, but the child made a sign to him to be silent, and went on his way."

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"But why did not this man inform us immediately" said the princess. To go out at night, and in such weather, is enough to kill him; but where can he have gone?"

"That is what I am going to try and discover, my dear Elizabeth; but I wished first to set your mind at rest. My friends, followed by my people, are scouring the town; they will inquire at every house. I am going to join them,-do you, my love, return, and rely upon me for bringing back your son."

Henry rose, and bent his knee before the prince.

Forgive me, my father, if I have caused you uneasiness; but I wished to convince you that your second son was not a little girl who dreaded the cold, nor yet a coward afraid of a ghost. You see I am not dead from either cold or fright."

"And you have thus, my dear nephew, proved the mistake of those who say you are not fit for the army. As for me, I repeat, that, with the permission of his lordship. my brother-in-law, and of Madame Elizabeth, my sister, I am ready to receive you into my company.'

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"As a soldier, uncle ?" said young Turenne, with enthusiasm.

"As a soldier, nephew," answered the Prince de Nassau. "To know how to com

mand, we must first learn to obey."
"Let us now go," said Henry, "to re-
lieve my mother's anxiety."

The ardor of the young Viscount Turenne was not much longer repressed.

He

As the duke was crossing the drawbridge to rejoin his friends, whose torches were visible in every part of the town, he met Berthier and Gérard. "Well! what tidings?" he exclaimed. "None," said they, sorrowfully. "We was scarcely fourteen years old when he met the citizens' watch, and they had not followed his uncle to the army in Holland; seen him." and having successively passed through all Without waiting to answer them, the the grades of a soldier, he got the command prince proceeded towards the ramparts. of a company of infantry under Frederic, The snow which covered the ground, be- the successor of Maurice de Nassau. On sides giving additional brilliancy to the the death of Henry de la Tour d'Auvergne, light of the moon, which had just risen his father, the young Viscount de Turenne over the town, and rendered useless the was sent to the court of Louis XIII., as torches of the attendants, brought into hostage for the parole which the Duchess strong relief a range of cannon which de- de Bouillon had given to the King of fended the ramparts of Sedan, at each end France, never to separate her interests of which sentinels were posted. "Who from his. Cardinal Richelieu, who ungoes there?" demanded the first sentinel, doubtedly foresaw the greatness of the on perceiving the approach of the prince.

"It is I, your prince," replied the Duke de Bouillon. "Have you seen my son, the Viscount Turenne ?"

Prince de Turenne, sent him, in 1631, to Lorraine, at the head of a company under the orders of the Marshal of the Forces: he there decided the success of the siege of La Mothe, and was appointed AdjutantGeneral.

"There, my lord," replied the sentinel, extending his arm, and pointing to a cannon, on the frame of which, in spite of cold, Three years afterwards, he distinguished in spite of snow, a child was extended! himself in the taking of the Château de "Henry!" said the prince, moving Soire, in Hénault; in 1638, he took Bristowards him, then, stopping, and making sae; he then went on in his brilliant career, a sign to impose silence, he added, "he adding conquest to conquest;-Cassel, sleeps!" But Henry had heard his father's Montcarlier, where, notwithstanding a sevoice; he opened his eyes and raised his vere wound, he forced the besieged city to head. My lord," said he, without stir- capitulate. ring from his place.

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At Roussillon (which he had powerfully "What are you doing there, sir?" said assisted in conquering), he was made Marthe duke, rather sharply. "You have put shal of France, in 1644, by the Queen Rethe castle in an uproar; your mother is in gent, Louis XIII. being dead.

The life of Turenne was one continued was a death more felt in France: all ranks course of victories and of noble actions; of society wept and mourned for him. having reached the height of glory, the Honors were paid him that had never before young King Louis XIV. raised him to the been awarded to any one except to the Conrank of field-marshal of the king's army, stable Dugueselin his remains were laid in joining to this new title the government of the king's vault of Saint Denis.

Upper and Lower Limousin, the commission of councillor of state, and the place of colonel-commandant of light cavalry.

After the peace which was concluded in 1668, Turenne rested from his labors, but NEWSPAPERS IN PARIS-During the past ten years this repose was not of long continuance; a great reduction has been made in the price of the invasion of Holland being declared in newspapers in France, in many instances to half the 1672, he again appeared at the head of his original charge. The "Journal des Débats," however, still maintains its high rate of subscription--army. It was near the village of Salbach in eighty francs a-year. The effect of the reduction on 1675, a decisive affair was to have taken the aggregate sale is seen in the stamp-office returns. place; the cabinet of Vienna had opposed In 1828, the number of stamped sheets issued was to Turenne the celebrated Montecuculli. 28.000,000; in 1836, it was 42,000,000; in 1843 61,000,000; and in 1815, more than 65,000,000. Europe awaited in suspense the issue of Paris alone supports 26 daily papers, besides 400 this struggle; an unforeseen event decided it. other periodicals on all sorts of subjects--science. On Saturday the 27th July, at two art, literature, industry, &c. The provinces maino'clock in the afternoon, Viscount Turenne, ministerial, 70 opposition, 35 opposition dynastique. tain about 300 political papers, of which 125 are then sixty-four years of age, prepared to 25 legitimist, the remainder of no party. The 26 inspect a site chosen for the erection of a Parisian papers muster about 180,000 subscribers, battery, as he expected to give battle the distributed in the following proportions:-Four panext day. Previous to mounting his horse pers count from 500 to 2000 subscribers; eight from 2000 to 3000; nine, among which are the "Charihe ordered his chaplain to be informed that vari," "La Quotidienne," "Le National," 3000 to he would receive the communion before the 5000; two, "Les Débats" and "L'Epoque" (since action; he then rode off, followed by a defunct), 10,000 to 15,000; two, "La Presse" and "Le Constitutionnel," 20,000 to 25,000; and one, numerous staff. When arrived within about Le Siècle," more than 30,000. The "Moniteur" thirty yards of the battery ground, which is distributed gratuitously to all the government was on a height, his nephew, young D'El-functionaries, and has but very few paying subbeuf, annoyed him by letting his horse scribers. The development of the feuilleton has kept pace wheel about quite close to him. "You with the increase in the number of newspapers do nothing but turn your horse about me, and French editors at the present day depend more nephew," said he, "stay where you are; perhaps on literary than on political readers. The you will point me out to the enemy;" and feuilleton consists of about e fourth of each page, reserved for the publication of novels, romances, &c., ordering several of his attendants to wait by the first writers of the day. It is no longer "a for him, he advanced alone towards the few timid lines stealing modestly along under the camp. "They are firing from the side to formidable political columns of which they are the fuwhich you are going, Sir," said Hamilton, the contrary, it is the feuilleton which now bears the tile accompaniment, the elegant embroidery;" on following him, "come this way." politics on its powerful shoulders.

"You are right," said Turenne, laughing, "I should not at all like to be killed to-day."

ANECDOTE OF O'CONNELL,-He was once examining a witness, whose inebriety, at the time to which But Heaven had decided otherwise; the evidence referred, it was essential to his client's scarcely had he turned his horse when character. He was a fellow who may be described case to prove. He quickly discovered the man's Mons. de Saint Hilaire advanced towards as "half foolish with roguery." "Well, Darby, him, hat in hand. "Sir," said he, "will you told the truth to this gentleman ?" "Yes, your you look at that battery which I have just know my name?" "Ah! sure every one knows our honor, Counsellor O'Connell." "How do you placed there?" Scarcely had Saint Hi-Town pathriot." "Well, you are a good-humored. laire pronounced these words when a can-honest fellow; now tell me, Darby, did you take a non-ball struck off the arm which held his drop of anything that day?" "Why, your honor, I hat. The pain did not prevent this officer of it; now, by virtue of your oath, was not your "Your share my share of a pint of spirits." from looking towards his general;-he saw share of it all but the pewter?" "Why, then, dear him no more, but he perceived a horse at knows, that's true for you, Sir." The Court was full speed, dragging after him a bleeding convulsed at both question and answer. It soon, step and shapeless corpse.

The great Turenne was dead.

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by step, came out, that the man was drunk, and was not, therefore, a competent witness. Thus O'Connell Never won his case for his client.

From Hogg's Weekly Instructor.
REV. GEORGE GILFILLAN.

[A sketch of a writer so famíliar to the readers of this Magazine, as Mr. Gilfillan, though imperfect, will not be without interest. Mr. G. has acquired the reputation of one of the best periodical writers of the age.-ED.]

projects have been of essential service to him.

Mr. Gilfillan had been introduced to Thomas Aird-a man of fervid genius, author of several works, in which the holiIf a literary bias be not impressed on the ness of his character and the strength of his mind in the early stages of a man's studies, mind are alike displayed, a contributor to he seldom receives it in the subsequent" Blackwood's Magazine," and editor of a course of his professional labors. If he be newspaper in Dumfries. Mr. Aird was not entirely devoted to theology before he be- slow to perceive the promise of rare ability come a clergyman, there is little chance in his friend, and wished him to write that afterwards, amidst the constant and sketches of the leading men of our age, severe pressure of the duties of his sacred which accordingly, at intervals appeared calling, he will be attracted to literature. in the "Dumfries Herald," and excited The church is his world, and all nature to great notice and interest. These were not him is burdened with a sermon. The glo- such trifles as Mr. Grant, author of the rious and musical sky is but the sounding-"Random Recollections of the House of board above his individual pulpit. And Commons," was at nearly the same time even though he should at college have been a follower of the muses, and have sought to be penetrated and pervaded by the idea of the beautiful, instead of being crammed by the hard prelections of ethical and theological professors, yet, when he is ordained to the work of the ministry, it is difficult for him to cultivate his first aspirations, and as the requisite leisure is awanting, so the taste may gradually decline and at length be extinct; the reverend will grow and the literary man die. The once contemplated epic poem is metamorphosed into a discourse at the opening of synod; the revolution to be effected in the whole world of letters by some ideal and splendid novelty turns out to be an ecclesiastical project for the augmentation of stipends; and the Parnassian laurels which overshadowed the glowing dreams of ambitious youth have been changed into the plain yet satisfying honors of D. D.

giving to the world in expensive volumes. They had all the raciness and piquancy, without the malice, of the portraits in "Peter's Letters to his Kinsfolk," and were characterized by a piercing insight into his subjects and a splendor of poetic illustration to which Lockhart can make no pretensions. They were obviously suggested by Hazlitt's "Spirit of the Age," and whilst they exhibit as much subtlety, unperverted however to paradox, they are also allied with a more daring imagination, a more copious fancy, and, of course, a far more candid and kindly heart. A newspaper was but too ephemeral a canvas for such original and striking sketches, and Raphael might as well have executed his immortal paintings on a handkerchief. They were liable to be neglected and forgotten, along with the column of advertisements and reports in which they appeared, and a more appropriate and permanent Mr. Gilfillan's mental tendencies, how- vehicle was necessary. A year or two ago, ever, were so definite and confirmed, and Mr. Gilfillan collected these sketches, and his temperament so enthusiastic, that when added a few new ones, in the volume enhe was settled as a pastor in Dundee, he titled "Gallery of Literary Portraits," prosecuted with unabated vigor his early which introduced him forthwith to fame. studies, and was resolved on reaching his We have read no book which contains such first aims. We have heard that Shakspeare a varied and yet homogeneous mass of eloregularly for years lay open on his break- quence, poetry, and genuine criticism. fast-table and made the coffee nectar. A By the press it was most cordially copy of Shelley was the indispensable of his and almost universally hailed, and seldom pocket in his extempore strollings, and has a production, even in these days of of his portmanteau in his travels. Per- gleaning, furnished so many quotations haps the several years in which he brooded for the newspapers. In "Tait's Magaover or secretly worked at his ambitious zine," it was commented upon at great

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length, and with much geniality, by De of Vulcan, Ebenezer's own master. Quincey. We believe, however, that the even those sketches which were comparative. "Gallery" has not been duly appreciated. failures contain many paragraphs of tranIts brilliant and glowing style has greatly scendent beauty and power. Believing concealed its searching and subtle thoughts, that the estimate which Mr. Gilfillan has and its popular manner has withdrawn pro given of Godwin is extravagant, there are per attention from its philosophical matter. yet many master-strokes of description in Its dashing rhetoric has kept the public it, and especially the picture of the alcheview too exclusively fixed upon the surface. mist is of the highest merit. The one-half Its precision, flexibility, and rich texture of of the critique upon Keats is utterly and language, frequently rivalling the master- indeed professedly irrelevant, but the repieces of Walter Savage Landor, have dis- mainder amply redeems the whole. Though guised the boldness, grandeur, and value Wordsworth was entitled to a full-length of the ideas which yet they expressed with portrait, yet the miniature likeness which such marvellous fitness and force. The Mr. Gilfillan has executed is a perfect gem. lights were so beautiful that the objects The pieces on Macaulay and Lockhart, which they defined were unnoticed. The though they are rather meagre outlines, analogies were so unexpected and vivid, have some very memorable points. Since that the principles of concord, the laws of the publication of the "Gallery," Mr. Gilharmony, along which the similes flashed, fillan has finished several other sketches, were not apprehended. It were idle in us some of which are decidedly his best proto particularize some of the sketches in this ductions, and will enrich a second series of well known "Gallery." Who can have collections. His supplement upon Foster forgotten that of Shelley, the "eternal and his estimate of Byron are the most rechild," though the introduction is singu-markable. We cannot help noticing that larly incongruous, since it represents the latterly he has been somewhat capricious poet as allied to the prophets of Israel, and unjust towards John Foster as well as who were stern men, whose cradle (if they Robert Hall. Mr. Gilfillan can see Hazlitt ever knew one) had been rocked by the tem- in a splenetic and raging mood against man pests of the wilderness and curtained by the-Ebenezer Elliot cursing landlords bitflames of heaven? Who will fail to remem- terly-Byron intensely sulky--but he will ber that of Thomas Carlyle? the most give no quarter to Foster's melancholy, nor glorious frontispiece imaginable to Carlyle's will allow in the least that Foster did well French Revolution-a History." We to be sad. He can weep in concert with have seen the letter (and it was professedly the misery of sinne s, but he chastises an a grateful one) written by this remarkable eminent saint for mourning over the world's man when some fragments of the sketch character and destiny. At the bottom of first appeared in print, and we question whe- his heart, we suspect that Mr. Gilfillan adther any other reviewer ever obtained such mires and sympathizes with Foster, and we words of cordial thanksgiving for the dis- are convinced that in punishing Foster for charge of his functions. And small need gloominess of view and feeling he is taking be the wonder, for Carlyle felt that he must vengeance upon his own kindred moods. Why be a brother, though a younger one, who does he, in his articles, introduce Foster so could appreciate him so entirely and de- repeatedly, if he is not under the fascinascribe him in a manner which drew out so tion which one man of genius exercises over forcibly all the characteristics of his grand another? It will not be improper for us nature. Who will not think of the magnifi- to give a brief extract from a letter which cent sketch of Edward Irving, and of his we received from Mr. Gilfillan after he had pulpit-hour which gave a shock, as of an read Foster's "Life and Correspondence :" earthquake, to all the classes of London "Some books are dumb, and deaf, and life? The genial notice of Charles Lamb dead-this one speaks to me as few books might have been Lamb's own account of have spoken for a long period. I have himself, and is worth a dozen of such bio- been startled by coincidences of thought graphies as even the accomplished and en- and sentiment between this giant and my thusiast Talfourd has written. The fierce humble self. What a rich mind these misface of Ebenezer Elliot, the Corn-Law Rhy-cellaneous reflections evince! What a selfmer, stared with accurate outline and genu- flagellant soul he had! How profound and ine expression out of an article which was perpetual his gloom! How ardent his def solid, ornamental, and radiant as the shield sire to be away from out "this belly of

Thus he often seems,

hell" into a clearer and better atmosphere! | mind. He does not appear always to take What a lingering minuteness in his obser- the trouble of reading anew the books of vations on nature, as on a world he was to the men upon whom he decides. Instead of leave for ever, and on man as a species revising the opinions which he had formed from whom he was and wished to be sever-long ago, and which in many cases must ed! How gentle, withal, is his gloom- have been influenced by contemporary critigentle because habitual-a suit of sables cism, he satisfies himself with an artistic from very childhood! I consider Foster exhibition of these. now, in sublimity of conception, only second in this age to Coleridge, and perhaps for absolute originality his superior." We are also here reminded of what Foster himself once wrote to a friend who had been abusing him :-"Genius hails its few brothers with a most fraternal warmth. I have too much talent not to be attracted by yours and to attract it; you could not shake me off if you would. We are both elevated so much as to confront each other conspicuously through the clear space above the heads of the crowd, and cannot help a pointed recognition of each other's mental visage.'

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and is censured for being, deficient in the art of analysis, when the truth is that he has contented himself with dealing with vague impressions, recollections, and ideas. His criticism wants, therefore, the basis of scientific qualities, which no man is more competent than Mr. Gilfillan to have furnished. Or if he finds that his old opinions. have been contradicted by eminent literary men with whom he has met in private, he adjusts and accommodates them accordingly without any re-examination, and generally he fails, for his mind is divided between two sets of opposite opinions which We believe that if Foster had been alive, it would be vain to harmonize. It is Gilfillan's pilgrim steps, during his late sometimes amusing to witness this discrevisit to England, would have been directed pancy. He forms a glowing image, a beauto Frome, and that, after Carlyle, the Bap- tiful idol, and this evidently from his old tist would have been visited by him with and native impressions: but having met emotions of deepest reverence. We can with some able sceptic, he himself too befancy the old preacher and the experienced gins to sneer, and in a few pithy sentences, man of letters cordially exchanging, in his concluding an inspired rhapsody of admiralow and gurgling accents, thoughts with tion, he renounces altogether the character the young one. But death often prevents of a worshipper. Ought he not to have rekindred spirits from meeting. garded his own memory or the insight of others as alike fallacious or fallible, and again have addressed himself to a close and thorough study? His eyes are opening wider and wider, and seeing more clearly every day, and his present not his past It is but a guess, though we think it a judgment should be given. In his sketch warrantable and likely one, that whilst he of Bulwer, it is quite plain that his own imis most careful and elaborate in summing pressions, received years ago, were those of up his judgments upon authors, he has neg- fervent admiration, but he had come into lected an immediately previous analysis and contact with some literary man who had consideration of their claims. He labors received other and very different impres in reproducing vividly and in recasting poeti- sions, and he labors at developing both, and cally his old verdicts, which, being youth- attempts at the same time a due blending ful, are liable to be substantially in some of both, but signally fails. Had he studied particulars erroneous, or at least imperfect; Bulwer again, his criticism would have been whereas, it would have been better if he had more particular, vivid, consistent, and geentirely begun a fresh study of the authors nuine. And with justice we could make to be reviewed. A new reading, though it the same remark in reference to his essay had not modified former opinions, would upon Robert Hall; an essay which, without have rendered them much more distinct the explanation we have volunteered, would and exact. But he works upon the materi- look exceedingly capricious. Mr. Gilfillan als of his old impressions, without strictly is more than competent to judge entirely canvassing the justice of these, so that whilst for himself, and, instead of falsifying or he is applying, and that with unequalled skill, the most searching tests of criticism, it is to merits which are very vague in his

It is but proper that we indicate the faults which may in our opinion, be chargeable upon the mass of Mr. Gilfillan's productions, and they are faults of which he could easily be cured.

modifying his own impressions to suit those of others, he should once again subject them to the keen scrutiny of his own mental vision.

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