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also found means--the memoir writer does if it was to be published at all, it was worth not seem to know what they were to satisfy while to publish it in extenso, for it gives us the people for fear of whom Voltaire had some vivid glimpses of a state of society wbich hidden himself at Sceaux.

has produced striking effects on our own genThese are the most characteristic stories eration, and yet has passed away as comin the book. It contains others, of which pletely as the Middle Ages. Hardly any litsome are simply amusing, and one or two al. erary or historical problem is more curious, or together unfit for general perusal. The same, even more important, than the question, what indeed, may be said of particular parts of did Voltaire teach mankind ? How far has those of which we have given the outline. he influenced his successors for good ? This M. Hatard, on the whole, deals very sensibly problem can hardly be solved, or even stated with this matter. He prefixes short notices in a satisfactory way, unless we know what to each of the detached stories of which the kind of a man he was, and in what sort of book is made up; and whenever the article society he lived ; and on this such a publito be published contains indecent matter, he cation as M. Havard's undoubtedly throws a says so in so many words. It is thus the light too valuable to be extinguished, though fault of the reader if he or she reads what it is certainly not one of which the contemis offensive. Assuming the book to be gen- plation can be recommended to every eye. uine, it was worth while to publish it; and

“BABY WORLDS." An Essay on the Nascent for the famous comet of Biela gave birth to an Members of our Solar Household. By Johannes infant before the astonished eyes of the astronovon Gumpach. (Dulau and Co.)—After expos- mers in December, 1845. This fact lets us into ing the pride of astronomy and the still greater the reason of their existence. They are to supply pride of analysis,--the base pride of human con- the place of the worlds which die,—or, in other ceit,--the author proceeds to a scathing exposure words, of the temporary stars. We are happy of the ignorance of astronomers as to the true to assure mankind that they may also abandon nature of comets and the ridiculous inconsistency all fear of being run over by a comet.

That noof their various theories. The reader's mind be- tion is founded on the expiring theory of graviing thus prepared, he develops the true theory. tation. “ The real mode of action of the heavenly “Life is motion and motion change. God is a bodies upon each other is that of mutual repulliving God ; his spirit pervades the Universe. sion through the medium of material space. Hence the Universe has life.” On the same prin- Thus the waves of space produced by that action ciple the heavenly bodies lly re alive, and meet only, if they meet at all, at vast distances from especially the Earth. * Does not the Earth the bodies ; and even in those assumed cases of produce life? . That which has no life can very close approach, their difference, as acting give no life ; and that which gives life must have upon the body of inferior velocity and volume life.” It is not, of course, the same “ mode of combined, will either not be sufficient to disturb

as that of " minor and altogether differ- its atmosphere to any extent, or else it will be ently organized individualities,” but it is life. sufficient by a moderate pressure upon that atTherefore, heavenly bodies must, arguing from mosphere to cause the body itself, having no mass analogy, be born, grow, decay, and die. Now or cosmical gravity, to swerve out of its path ; comes the question, what are comets? Are they so that a collision, or a disastrous effect of even a peculiar order of animals? They change and the very closest approach, becomes a matter of fluctuate-they seem to develop and decay and impossibility. This is comforting, and Mr. von

analogy forbids us to impute their general, Gumpach is obviously either a greater than Newthough steady, yet very eccentric conduct to ton, or else—insane. —Spectator. worlds of a mature age and a settled course of

We are thus driven to the conclusion that they are either nascent or expiring planets-baby An important historical contribution to some worlds or worlds in their dotage. Mr. von Gum- of the “ burning questions of the day is about pach leans to the opinion that their eccentricity to appenr within a week or so, entitled “Le Conis to be attributed not to the faltering steps of grès de Vienne et les Traités de 1815, précédós age but the giddiness of youth. Still they can- et suivis des actes diplomatiques qui s'y rattanot be so young as to be incapable of marriage ; l chent ;” 2 vols. of 2500 pages.


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From The Spectator. Against this assertion, repeated by Alphonse THE MOTHER OF NAPOLEON III.* de Beauchamp in the “ Memoirs of Fouché,"? Or few persons who made themselves con- the author writes passionately, though he spicious in the period of the First Empire has brings no other witnesses into the field to there been so much talked and written as of deny the alleged fact than Bourrienne, who, Queen Hortense, and of few persons is there however, was prejudiced against Napoleon. really known so little. Enthusia admirers The testimony of the latter does not go furon the one hand, and scandal-mongers on the ther than to a negative statement; namely, other, have done their best and their worst that he, Bourrienne, did not see any improto disfigure the portrait of Napoleon's step- prieties between Napoleon and his stepdaughter, so that it has become quite impos- daughter. It does not explain, nor does the sible to distinguish the features for very

reasoning of M. Bernard-Derosne, the old profusion of color. To the long list of limners libel that the emperor was so passionately a new name has just been added. M. Bernard- fond of Hortense's first child as to sacrifice Derosno, the last biographer of Hortense whole days to its amusement. His earnest Beauharnais, is not a great artist in his way,

wish was entirely to adopt the boy as his own having too deep an attachment for the liter- son, and he would have done so, had it not ary pastepot and scissors ; nevertheless, bis been for the persevering resistance of hiş work has an interest of its own as the most brother Louis, Hortense's husband, who for modern offshoot of Napoleonic ideas. Whether once in his life showed some degree of energy. M. Bernard-Derosne has written it under di- Equally unexplained with this fact is the rect inspiration from the Tuileries, or merely deep dislike, amounting almost to hatred, beneath the hopeful influence of the red which Louis bore to his wife through the ribbon of the Legion of Honor, cannot be whole of their matrimonial career. Louis gathered from the work, as it has no preface, otherwise was a most kind-hearted and aminor even so much as a foot-note through the able man—the most genial, perhaps, of all whole of its four hundred and sixty-six pages ;

the brothers of Napoleon--and the fact of his nevertheless, it bears internal evidence of be- having many tastes in common with Hortense, ing composed with the most distinct purpose of such as the love of music, of painting, and giving satisfaction to the powers that are. the cultivation of the fine arts in general, Queen Hortense is painted like an angel, and should have proved a strong mutual attracthe inference is not only hinted at, but openly tion, even in the absence of first love. That, deduced, that her son must be clearly angelic in spite of all this, Louis Bona parte disliked in his nature. M. Bernard-Derosne dwells his consort to a degree approaching thorwith visible satisfaction on the celebrated ough aversion, appears, perhaps, exceedingly speech of the prefect of Arras, “ God created strange. It is unnecessary to say that it by Bonaparte and then rested.”_Would to no means implies any guilt in Queen Horheaven God had rested a little sooner !” re- tense; but it is a fact which ought to be exmarked Count Louis of Narbonne.

plained by an admiring biographer. However, The chief object of M. Bernard-Derosne's M. Bernard-Derosne gives no explanation, book seems to be that of proving that Queen but only brings forward his one negative Hortense was the most perfect being in fe- witness in the not very keen-eyed Bourrienne. male shape that ever lived. To carry out This testimony leaves the evidence just where this task, he does valiant battle against all it stood before, and does not in the least eluciwho have wronged the memory of the fair date the mystery of the long matrimonial Beauharnais. One of the many accusations strife, intermixed with scarce a day of peace, against her, it is well known, was that she of the King of Holland and his consort. was not faithful to her husband. At the The episode of the death of her eldest son, time sho bore her first child, a report, orig- one of the most touching in the life of Queen inating in the anti-Bonapartistic salons of Hortense, is scarcely alluded to by her biogFrance, went the round of the English press, rapher. The child, nearly four years old, to the effect that not the husband but the and, according to the account of all contemstep-father ought to claim paternal rights. porary writers, strikingly like the emperor, * Memoires sur la Reine Hortense, Mere de Napo

not only in face and figure, but even in his leon III. Par Ch. Bernard-Derosne. Paris : Dupr

manner of speech and little boyish actions, de la Maherie. London : Dulan and Co.

had fallen ill of the group when in Holland,



and his anxious mother nursed him night andmiration. If it could be shown, therefore, day, not allowing him to leave her arms. that the youngest son of Queen Hortense When, after long suffering, he died in her could claim more illustrious paternity than lap, she almost lost her reason, and, in a

that of Louis Bonaparte, it might really

a gain of prestige to the new imperial paroxysm of grief, exhausted her very soul in family, and assist in securing the dynasty wild and piercing shrieks, continued for days. upon the throne. So, at least, thinks M. To calm her, the attendants had to give the Bernard-Derosne, and, probably, not a few dead boy back to her arms, when at last the ultra-Bonapartists with bim. They abhor long pent-up tears found way, and the flow- M. Schoelcher for writing, “ M. Louis Napoing grief restored her to herself. The em

leon Bonaparte n'a pas une goutte du sang peror, too, wept bitterly when he heard of Napoléon dans ses veines ; il est le fils de

l'amiral hollandais Verhuel ; " but they cothe death of little Charles Napoleon ; but quet with the softer insinuation of illegitiHortense's husband showed little emotion. “ He aimed at becoming completely a Dutch-macy of the author of the “ Misérables." man among the Dutch,” says M. Bernard- poleonic idea through Europe, in the person

A description of the wanderings of the NaDerosne. The birth of the third son of Queen Hor- the whole of the latter half of M. Bernard

of Queen Hortense and her youngest son, tense is mentioned in a somewhat mysterious Derosne’s book. No new facts whatever are manner by the author. We are informed that for a long time previous the King of giyen, and the whole is the merest


scissors work, enlivened only by a little sparHolland had ceased all intercourse with his kling antipathy against Orleanists, Legiticonsort, and it is more than hinted at that he mists, and all other French “ ists,” except looked upon the new increase of bis family Bonapartists. Poor Louis Philippe is severely with greater suspicion than ever, startled by handled for not permitting Queen Hortense the songs chanted under his window at Brus- to reside in France when she made the persels :“ Le Roi de Hollande

sonal request in 1831 ; and, more than that, Fait la contrebande,

for refusing the inodest demand of Louis Na

poleon to enter the French army. Whether Et sa femme Fait de faux Louis.”

a similar demand on the part of any of the

Orleans princes, or of the Duke de Bordeaux, Though anxious to prove the legitimacy of would have great chances of success at the the eldest son of Hortense, the biographer present moment, M. Bernard-Derosne does has not the same solicitude in regard to the not say. But while the biographer of Queen third child, Louis Napoleon, the present Em- Hortense is full of virtuous indignation for peror of the French. The imagination of what he deems extreme proceedings of harshM. Bernard-Derosne discovers strongly pro- ness and tyranny on the part of the Citizen nounced " Napoleonic features ” in young King, he has not one word of praise for his Prince Louis, and a striking resemblance to merciful act in sparing the life of Louis Nathe most characteristic mental traits of the poleon, justly forfeited by the attempt of inemperor. Consequently, Bourrienne is no surrection at Strasbourg in 1836. Singular more appealed to for his negative testimony; enough, this important phase in the career of but it is signalled as a comprehensive fact Queen Hortense's son is not alluded to even that Louis Napoleon was “ born at the Tui- in a single word by M. Bernard-Derosne. To leries, the residence of the emperor, some read his book one must come to the conclu. ten or eleven months after the final separa- sion that the whole story of the march upon tion of his parents. Were the pure Napole- the Barracks of Strasbourg, the presentation onic enthusiasm of Hortense's biographer not of the wooden eagle, the non-recognition of visible on every page of his book, one might the “ Napoleonic features by the soldiers, be inclined to take him for a capped enemy and the final Donnybrook scufile, is a mere in thus endorsing the speer of Victor Hugo fable, invented by the enemies of the imperial about the present emperor. The latter, in cause. The biographer is not aware that “ Napoleon le Petit,” speaks of him as “ the Louis Napoleon ever left his mother at her son of Hortense Beauharnais, married by peaceful abode at Arenenberg ; where she at Napoleon to Louis, King of Holland." The last closed her eyes, in October, 1837,“ et alla insinuation, meant as a slur upon the name rejoindre dans un monde meilleur Napoléon et of the ruler of France, seems to have been Joséphine.” That the husband, too, might taken up by some very exalted Bonapartists be found " dans un monde meilleur,” is evias a homage to Napoleon III. Legitimate dently not expected by the author. Queen birth, as is well known, is not valued very Hortense's last words were for her son. highly by the modern Gauls, among whom “ Happy son,” M. Bernard-Derosne cries. Alexander Dumas's dogma, that all great 6 to have such a mother! thrice happy men were bastards, has gained extensive ad-'mother to have such a son!



From The North British Review. grip. At George Street they parted, one to Pet Marjorie : A Story of Child Life Fifty Rose Court, behind St. Andrew's Church, one Years ago. Edinburgh, 1858.

to Albany Street, the other, our big and ONE November afternoon in 1810—the year limping friend, to Castle Street. in which Waverley was resumed and laid aside We need hardly give their names. The again, to be finished off, its last two volumes in first was William Erskine, afterwards Lord three weeks, and made immortal in 1814, and Kinnedder, chased out of the world by a when its author, by the death of Lord Mel- calumny, killed by its foul breath,ville, narrowly escaped getting a civil appointment in India—three men evidently lawyers,

“ And at the touch of wrong, without a strife,

Slipped in a moment out of life.” might have been seen escaping like schoolboys from the Parliament House, and speeding There is nothing in literature more beautiful arm in arm down Bank Street and the Mound, or more pathetic than Scott's love and sorrow in the teeth of a surly blast of sleet.

for this friend of his youth. The three friends sought the bield of the The second was William Clerk,-the Darlow wall old Edinburgh boys remember well, sie Latimer of Redgauntlet ; "a man,” as and sometimes miss now, as they struggle Scott says, 66 of the most acute intellects and with the stout west wind.

powerful apprehension,” but of more powerThe three were curiously unlike each other. ful indolence, 80 as to leave the world with One, “a little man of feeble make, who little more than the report of what he might would be unhappy if his pony got beyond a have been,-a humorist as genuine, though foot pace,” slight, with “small, elegant feat- not quite so savagely Swistian as his brother ures,

hectic cheek, and soft hazel eyes, the Lord Eldin, neither of whom had much of index of the quick, sensitive spirit within, as that commonest and best of all the humors, if he had the warm heart of a woman, her called good. genuine enthusiasm, and some of her weak The third we all know. What has he not

Another, as unlike a woman as a done for every one of us ? Who else ever, man can be; homely, almost common, in look cept Shakspeare, so diverted mankind, enterand figure : his hat and his coat, and indeed tained and entertains a world so liberally, so his entire covering, worn to the quick, but wholesomely? We are fain to say, not even all of the best material; what redeemed him Shakspeare, for his is something deeper than from vulgarity and meanness, were his eyes, diversion, something higher than pleasure, deep set, heavily thatched, keen, hungry, and yet who would care to split this hair. shrewd, with a slumbering glow far in, as if Had any one watched him closely before they could be dangerous; a man to care noth- and after the parting, what a change he ing for at first glance, but somehow, to give would see! The bright, broad laugh, the a second and not-forgetting look at. The shrewd, jovial word, the man of the Parliathird was the biggest of the three, and though ment House and of the world ; and next step, lame, nimble and all rough and alive with moody, the light of his eye withdrawn, as if power; had you met him anywhere else, you seeing things that were invisible ; his shut would say he was a Liddesdale store-farmer, mouth, like a child's, so impressionable: 20 come of gentle blood ; “ a stout, blunt carle,” innocent, so sad ; he was now all within as as he says of himself, with the swing and stride before he was all without; hence his brooding and the eye of a man of the hills—a large, look. As the snow blattered in his face, he sunny, out-of-door air all about him. On his muttered, “ How it raves and drifts! Onbroad and somewhat stooping shoulders, was ding o’snaw-ay, that's the word-on-ding set that head which, with Shakspeare's and He was now at his own door, 66 Castle Bonaparte's, is the best known in all the Street, No. 39.” He opened the door and world.

went straight to his den, that wondrous workHe was in high spirits, keeping his com- shop, where, in one year, 1823, when he panions and himself in roars of laughter, and was fifty-two, he wrote “ Peveril of the Peak, every now and then seizing them, and stop- Quentin Durward, and St. Ronan’s Well," ping, that they might take their fill of the besides much else. We once took the foremost fun; there they stood shaking with laughter, of our novelists, the greatest, we would say, not an inch of their body free" from its since Scott, into this room, and could not but.




66 On

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mark the solemnizing effect of sitting where ber all over. Out came Mrs. Keith. - Come the great magician sat so often and so long, yer ways in, Wattie.” No, not now. I and looking out upon that little shabby bit am going to take Marjorie wi' me, and you of sky and that back green - where faithful may come to your tea in Duncan Roy's sedan, Camp lies. *

and bring the bairn home in your lap." He sat down in his large green morocco el-"Tak’ Marjorie, and it on-ding o' snaw ! bow-chair, drew himself close to his table, and said Mrs. Keith. He said to himself, glowered and gloomed at his writing appara- ding—that’s odd—that is the very word.” tus,“a very handsome old box, richly carved, “ Hoot, awa! look here," and he displayed lined with crimson velvet, and containing ink- the corner of his plaid made to hold lambsbottles, taper-stand, etc., in silver, the whole (the true shepherd's plaid, consisting of two in such order, that it might have come from breadths sewed together, and uncut at one the silversmith's window half an hour before.” end, making a poke or cul de sac).

66 Tak' He took out his paper, then starting up an-yer lamb,” said she, laughing at the contriygrily, said, “Go spin, you jade, go spin.' ance, and so the Pet was first well happit up, No, d- it, it wont do,

and then put, laughing silently, into the

plaid neuk, and the shepherd strode off with “ . My spinnin' wheel is auld and stiff, The rock o't wunna stand, sir,

his lamb,-Maida gambolling through the To keep the temper-pin in tiff

snow, and running races in her mirth. Employs ower aft my hand, sir.'

Didn't he face “ the angry airt," and Waverley to-day; I'll awa’ to Marjorie. with the warm, rosy, little wifie, who took it I am off the fang. I can make nothing of make her bield his bosom, and into his own

room with her, and lock the door, and out Come wi' me, Maida, you thief.The great creature rose slowly, and the pair were off,

all with great composure! There the two Scott taking a maud (a plaid) with him. remained for three or more hours, making the • White as a frosted plum-cake, by jingo!

house ring with their laughter ; you can fancy said he, when he got to the street. Maida

the big man's and Maidie's laugh. Having gambolled and whisked among the snow, and

made the fire cheery, he set her down in his his master strode across to Young Street, and ample chair, and standing sheepishly before through it to 1 North Charlotte Street,

her, began to say his lesson, which happened

to the house of his dear friend, Mrs. William to be" Ziccotty, diccotty, dock, the mouse

the clock, the clock struck wan, down Keith of Corstorphine Hill, niece of Mrs. Keith of Ravelston, of whom he said at her

the mouse ran, ziccotty, diccotty, dock.” death eight years after, " Much tradition, she gave him his new lesson, gravely and

This done repeatedly till she was pleased, and that of the best, has died with this excellent old lady, one of the few persons whose slowly, timing it upon her small fingers, he spirits and cleanliness and freshness of mind saying it after her,and body made old age lovely and desirable.” “ Wonery, twoery, tickery, seven ;

Sir Walter was in that house almost every Alibi, crackaby, ten, and eleven ; day, and had a key, so in he and the hound

Pin, pan, musky, dan ;

Tweedle-um, twoddle-um, went, shaking themselves in the lobby.

Twenty-wan ; eerie, orie, ourie, Marjorie! Marjorie !” shouted her friend, You, are, out." “ where are ye, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?" In a moment a bright, eager child

He pretended to great difficulty, and she of seven was in his arms, and he was kissing treating him as a child. He used to say

rebuked him with most comical gravity,

that * This favorite dog “died about January, 1809, when he came to Alibi Crackaby he broke and was buried in a fine moonlight night in the little garden behind the house in Castle Street. My down, and Pin-Pan, Musky-Dan, Tweedlewife tells me she remembers the whole family in tears um Twoddle-um made him roar with laughabout the grave as her father himself smoothed the ter. He said Musky-Dan especially was beturf above Camp, with the saddest face she had ever

He had been engaged to dine abroad that day, yond endurance, bringing up an Irishman but apologized, on account of the death of a dear and his hat fresh from the Spice Islands and old friend.'”-Lockhart's “Life of Scott.” odoriferous Ind; she getting quite bitter in + Applied to a pump when it is dry, and

its valve her displeasure at his ill behavior and stupidhas lost its “fang ;" from the German fangen, to bold.

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