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No. 944.—5 July, 1862.

CONTENTS. 1. Gentz's Diary,

National Review, 2. The Prodigal Son. Chaps. 3 and 4,

By Dutton Cook, 3. The Herdsman of La Camargue,

Revue des deux Mondes,



3 23 32


POETRY.-Visions, 2. May-Day, 2. Gertrude ; or, Love till Death, 48. Dreams, 48.

SHORT ARTICLES.-European Recognition of the Rebels, 32. Chambers on Cheap Literature, 47. Markham's Travels, 47. Dr. Cumming's Popularity, 47.



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The Past all illusion-the Present fits from


It dies as we grasp it and turns into Past. The Future, all darkness, gives only one prom

ise“A dream, and fruitless vision.”-Shakspeare. When our journey is over, the grave-rest at

last. V1810ns of beauty! dreams of my childhood ! Oh! let my spirit slumber no longer,

Come back again in your witching array ; Sweet as the warblings of birds in the wild

Lapped in those visions delusive and sad. wood,

Awake ! - let thy ken become clearer and Fresh as the dew-beads in mornings of May.

stronger Oh! let my spirit dreamily wander

To pierce those life-shadows, my soul, and be Once again back to those far-away hours ;

glad. Love as I loved then, purer and fonder,

All is not darkness---from regions elysian Heaven all sunshine and earth strewed with

Through the grave, as it opens, a light thou flowers.

canst view. Evanish ye shadows ! dissolve every vision !

For all things in heaven are real and true. Visions of glory! bright as the noon-day,

-Dublin University Magazine.
Come back again in your richness and truth;
Gorgeous and warm, as the sun of a June-day,
Wild, as the mountain-stream-Visions of

Oh ! let my spirit bathe in your splendor ;
Life throbbing strongly through heart and It is the morn of May !
through vein,

The flowery holiday
Love-a deep passion, holy and tender;

Of Shakspeare's England - with its golden Pleasure—the life-wine my soul sought to

hours drain.

As bright as ever passed,

In glitt'ring waters glassed,

And threading labyrinths of leaves and flowers. Visions of greatness, knowledge, and power!

Come back again as ye were in my prime; Mellow in promise of fruit from the flower,

The trees fresh-clad and cool, Fame from the lay-Manhood's ripe Autumn

Of murmured bliss are full, time.

A deep content is poured on nature's needs ; Oh! let my spirit cling in its longing

And joy is in the flow Still to those visions that flattered and fled; Of each pulsation low, Let me repeople my heart with the thronging Which sends the lakelet rippling to its reeds. Of phantoms that cheated, of hopes that are dead.

Fair princess! woodland queen!

The slender birch is seen,

With silken tresses to the sunshine spread; Visions ! all visions ! How sad to remember With gleams, like dazzling smiles,

Beauty and glory and greatness when gone And gay coquettish wiles, Spring, Summer, Autumn, all past—and De- The light laburnum shakes her golden head.

cember With snow-flake and cloud coming gloomily

Like bride on bridal morn, on !

There stands the snowy thorn, Echo of strings long untouched by the finger,— White, fragrant, flowery; and the lilac there, Odor of life when its flowers decay,

From every peachy plume, Memory-how fondly the soul loves to linger Shakes out a rich perfume, Through thy dim shadow-land wandering In waves of incense on the happy air. away.

So glad a day and fair,

Why do they not prepare Visions ! all visions ! - the dreams of the The May-pole gay, the dance upon the green ! sleeper.

The wooing in the glade Man walks in shadows from cradle to tomb, Would want no serenade, In shadows that ever grow darker and deeper The nightingales would greet the young May. As his life-sun goes down to its setting in Queen. gloom.

-Good Words.


From The National Review. The himself dared to face only in the supposed

secrecy of absolute self-communion, and in
Tagebücher von Friederich von Gentz. Leip- the candid unguardedness of a self-knowl-
zig: F. A. Brockhaus. 1861.

edge, the sense whereof, however much he
A more surprising contribution to history might wish, it yet was not in his power to sup-
can bardly be conceived than this remarkable press. There cannot be two opinions as to
Diary, quite apart from the interest that must the indelicacy that allowed so premature a
attach to so astounding a bit of autobiograph- publication of this astounding production, in
ical confession. What wonderful peeps and which private matters, too often of a pain-
insights into hidden thoughts and hidden fully offensive nature, are recounted, bear-
motives, what thoroughly startling glimpses ing reference to persons still alive, whose
round the back of things and men into their names are given in full. That many traits
innermost hearts, flash upon us from the thus furnished are valuable characteristics
ungarbled pages of any truly private jour- we readily admit; indeed, there is hardly a
nal,--the written record of such ingenuous page of this marvellous book which does not
effusions as a mind will not venture upon contain matter of the most undeniable inter-
except in moments of fancied self-commun- est. But that does not lessen the wicked
ion, far from all inquisitive intrusion ! love of giving pain that must have possessed
Hence the unpremeditated pages of such the individual who could deliberately resolve
note-books have long been amongst the to circulate such records, when it would have
most popular reading, as they have rightly been so easy to suppress these objectionable
been held amongst the most precious mate- passages of private scandal, and yet to give
rials for historical delineation. The most in- to the world a book abounding in matter of
genious and elaborate narrative fails to con- the highest historical importance. We are
vey to us so living a picture of the times, not astonished, therefore, to find that we
and the doings and feelings of the men of owe this piece of wilful mischief to the same
those times, as is contained in the simple hand that has already become notorious by
jottings down of Evelyn and Pepys in their having bestowed on the world the corre-
journals. There we look upon the twitches spondence of Humboldt with Varnhagen
and little weaknesses and unconscious tricks von Ense. It appears that Varnhagen, who
that are so many clues to inward nature, and was bound to Gentz by a friendship of many
after the lapse of centuries find ourselves years' standing, upon his death obtained
standing face to face with the hidden causes possession of these papers, and that they
and mighty influences that have worked have passed, with other stores of valuable
many a strange and puzzling event. It is documents, into the hands of his executrix
the freshness of hue clinging to this kind of and niece, Mademoiselle Louisa Assing. It
revelation which makes its charm so great, is to this lady's uncompromising zeal for
even when not so essentially marked with the publication, or avidity of notoriety, that we
peculiar and delightful tone of Evelyn's and have to render thanks for the communica-
Pepys' kindly prattle. When we are lucky tions of her uncle's collections of literary
enough to alight upon such a bit of em-treasures ; the value of which we freely ac-
balmed reality, we dwell thereon with the knowledge, although we are unable to com-
instinctive fondness which a thing felt to be bine with our appreciation a high estimate
true and actual at once awakens.

of Madlle. Assing's womanly sensitiveness.
No diary can in a higher degree awaken For we cannot admit the preface by Varnha-
the sense of thorough genuineness than the gen-however directly it may prove his in-
one to which we now wish to draw atten- tentions that this Diary should be some day
tion. Indeed, the feeling can hardly fail to published, - to be any justification for its
acquire a painful intensity; for here we have being done now. There is not the least evi-
mercilessly dragged into public sight the dence therein that Varnhagen had mali-
innermost life and breathings of a man dis- ciously designed to do his friend the irrepar-
tinguished by high talent and position, an able injury of giving his most secret thoughts
active politician, statesman, and writer ; and and confessions to the world, when their rev-
we see it exhibited in that nakedness of elation, besides injuring his own memory,
emotion, passion, and sensuousness, which would trouble the last years of a venerable

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