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From The London Review. and that a happy coincidence of events
makes America's grave difficulty India's THE Latins chose this word for “a thing golden opportunity. It is on the cards to of little value” without consulting the Sib- give the ryot of Hindoostan his share in the ylline books; or perhaps the day when cot- profits of a trade of twenty millions per anton would decide the fate of nations was num. It is on the cards to destroy a moforeshadowed in the volumes which the nopoly, which endangers the markets and Sybil could not sell. That day is certainly the industry of half the world. It is on the come ; cotton, if the uncomfortable meta- cards to deal an indirect blow at the slave phor may pass, is in every man's mouth; trade, which shall complete England's ranand half the interest of a great war and som of the African, and set her ships free more than half the hopes of Indian admin- from a costly watch. What do you play, istration centre on the flocculous seed-vessel Messieurs the Rulers of the East and Merof a malvaceous shrub. The natural world chants of the West ? Nations watch your seems to symbolize the social in this im- game and history will follow its issue. mense preponderance of small things over No fitter opportunity than this can recur great. Those debaters of back-street par- for the development of Indian cotton-growliaments, who discuss in cloudy conclave the ing. Mr. Laing, like a second Camillus, has question,“ Was Creation a Mistake? ” would flung his shears into the ill-adjusted scale of feed their world from forests of bread-fruit, Indian finance, and the beam is at last even. and clothe it with ready-grown garments. The cotton districts, thanks to Lord DalBut the food of men is a little grain—the housie's administration, are, to a beegah, lowest of his standards of measure; his ours. Practical experience and the attendress is spun for him by a worm, or grown tion of interested bodies have been brought for him in a seed-cup or a stalk; and the to bear upon the subject since the report of coral insect rears islands for his foot to rest 1847. The old-fashioned gin, the ekhathee, upon from the deeps of the sea. The “many has given place to those inventions whose a little" in labor and its product, makes a introduction to America wrought almost a “muckle” which subdues and sustains the miracle of improvement. Above all, railearth ; and so the “wool-tree,” a curiosity to ways and roads are opened, or just opening, Herodotus, is become an imperial care to us. into the cotton countries. Omrawuttee, Bar
In no proverbial sense, indeed, there is at see, and Sholapore are names of stations on present “much cry and little wool." True, the “Great Indian Peninsula," instead of the deficiency in cotton is rather feared than cotton marts, separated from the sea by a felt, but it is one that can no more be awaited, hundred koss of ruts, miscalled roads, and than if a householder should defer his in- a mountain chain as steep and difficult as surance till the back-stairs were in a blaze. the Apennines. ' In spite of these obstaWhatever comes of this American disruption, cles, and greater, India has been supplying will include American cotton among the in- the shortcomings of America. Year after terests it affects. The civil war-certain is- year the long line of ox-carts has toiled over sue of principles set aside for expediency, the plains of the Deccan with bales of cotjust Nemesis for ingenious joint-worship of ton, ill picked and roughly ginned, someGod and mammon--cannot rage long with- times weighted, too, with earth and stones, out a servile rising, general or partial. interesting to a geologist, but interfering When that is afoot, before that even, by with the mill-owner's purposes. What the the distractions and drains of the war, the oxen had not meditatively chewed from the cultivation of cotton will be stopped ; and bale before them, or spoiled by the sweat of with it, if no remedy is provided, a thousand their much-enduring bodies in passing the mills, and a million active hands will be Ghât, reached Bombay, and the screw-press, thrown out of work. Already the transmis- and an English market, to give Indian cotsion of bales is checked—already the chances ton a bad name. From this opprobrium, of hostile movements imperil a crop badly circumstances and the Cotton Supply Assoand scantily harvested, as Mr. Cheetham as- ciation are beginning to clear it. The black,
It is fortunate, at such a crisis, disintegrated trap-rock of the Deccan can that commerce is in some degree prepared, grow cotton to rival Sea Island; and the soil
of the Southern States deteriorates indeed ;| ground. The middle-man—the "wakhavia" as it recedes through many crops from the absorbs the profits, which the Government qualities inherent in virgin forest-earth. assessment sufficiently reduces. Nor is cotton a crop which delays to render If regard is not had to the condition of a return. The annual yield of Egypt lay the cultivation cotton may be grown, but it contained, a few years ago, in the pods of a will not be planted in India. It is a crop plant in a garden at Cairo; and the seeds which is put in and taken off the land too and stalks, too, repay the process of cleans- easily to be permanent without assured and ing.
lasting inducements. Let the society, which The Times, in devoting a leader to the has done so much, press for an amelioration subject, has relegated it to the domain of of the poor Hindoo's status. They will find demand and supply. Emphatically we ob-him, like the mass of the Hindoo people, serve that the ryot knows nothing of politi- nexus and addictus, bound hand and foot to cal economy, and will grow no cotton be- the money-lenders. Not cotton only, but cause he ought to do it by reason of Adam order and peace will be impossible unless Smith. Mr. Money has shown us that the the cultivators of Hindoostan be rescued system by which the Dutch Government re- from mahajun and marwarrie. All India generated Java, and which enriched the vil- lends or borrows money at ruinous usury; lagers as well as the state exchequer, was by but the lenders are few, and the borrowers no means “ let to grow." We cannot, in- many and miserable. In the mutiny, a town deed, imitate the paternal despotism of Van or village, bursting into license, attacked den Bosch, who used no compulsion, but first the books of the usurer, and then the only observed to his Malays, “ You must.” Nabob whose courts protected him. Let Lord Canning has justly defined the limits Mr. Haywood and the able coadjutor whom within which Government aid can be afforded Sir C. Wood has given him in Dr. Forbes, to cotton enterprise, but these include the look to this. Cotton may so be instrumental passing of good laws. The cotton-grower in in helping slaves in the East as well as the India—the ryot-starves under bad ones. West. His crop is mortgaged before it is above the
Accident on Mont BLANC.-A party as- | backs, swollen, the fingers as if the ends were cending Mont Blanc, consisting of Messrs. H., ground down on a coarso grindstone ; nails all B., and others, all firstrate meuntaineers, with right; arms and elbows clear from wounds, but their guides, had slept out all night, and after bruised from under the left arm to the ankle; breakfast Mr. B. left the others for a few min- the side scratched in every direction, as if with utes, being on a slight slope near a precipice. a sharp currycomb, the right side not marked In returning to the party Mr. B. slipped, fell on so high; the calf of each leg on the outside is his back and then over. He slid down 1,500 fairly burnt black and dead, back of the calf unfeet at an angle of 45 deg. by measurement, at hurt; nates burnt off by the friction, and sides a velocity of not less than sixty miles an hour, of the thighs the same, these parts being red or over frozen snow covered by little peas of ice white. Pulse from 0 got to 120, weak, thready, like hail, and being brought up at a crevasse by intermittent ; stupor considerable ; memory the collected snow in his clothes; this, owing to good; head not affected beyond what any severo the arrangement of his dress at the time of the shock would cause. Diarrhæa came on with accident, his trousers being down, no doubt much irritation, frequent micturition ; thirst saved him, by tying his legs together. Dr. great; tongue white, pale. There was no Metcalfo was sent for to St. Gervais late that blame attributable to any one. He fell at seven night, and arrived there at six A.M. the follow- A.m., and was got to St. Gervais at six P.M., ing morning. He found Mr. B., a young gen. after a most perilous carriage on a portable tleman of nineteen, in a state of collapse, sledge. No bone broken. Dr. Metcaife has wrapped in cold wet sheets, which were at once been unremitting in his attention, and informs removed and restoratives given until reaction me that he is doing well, and in a few weeks set in. Sensible; no alteration of the pupil; will probably be all right, and not marked or face looking like that of a man four or five days injured in any visible way. He is sensible, and in the water, covered with blood, much swollen; has been up already. This is a very interesting skin off the right side of the nose and face; example of a severe "brush-burn," and the conforehead abraded, hands burnt black on the sequent shock to the system.-Medical Times.
From Chambers's Journal. a few hours the minister was to invest in all THE LAST LEWISES.
state with the Order of the Holy Ghost, LITTLE CAPET.
would by and by become as the most squalid A SKILFUL Belgian has painted a very little Arab of the most squalid quarter of the touching picture of a wan, squalid child, city, and would give up its persecuted spirit crouching and shivering on the ground in on a stone floor, fairly eaten away with dirt the corner of a miserable room. The face is and vermin, its heart worn out with ill-usage one of those oval, French-child faces, very and starvation! It would be only natural smooth and very yellow, patterns of which that the suggestion—besides being ungenwe see flitting by us in scores over the Fields teel and out of place in a royal palaceElysian, distracting their screaming and bon- should be dismissed as impossible. Poor netless bonnes. A French boy's face to the child ! that walked from its cradle, always life; wanting only the little frill round its prattling and gambolling and saying pretty neck, and those other elegancies of dress things, straight to that hideous destiny. with which the exquisite taste of French Better had some of the hundred and one mammas love to invest their offspring. But ogres — croup, whooping-cough, and other this French child's face looks out with a pit- ailments, that wait in ambush for children eous, stony insensibility. It seems to shrink of tender years—burst out and strangled it; away from an unseen, uplifted hand. Its even with the result of obliging the noble clothes are torn and ragged : its thin limbs, gentlemen and ladies of the court to exmuch shrunk away, protrude. Shown at the change their bleu-de-roi and rose-colored Great Dublin Exhibition, in 1853, among silks for unbecoming sables, and putting other notable pictures, it drew succeeding them through all the gradations of the hemicycles of commiserating spectators ; "greater and the little grief.” faces-of mothers especially—with tearful We know this Royal Boy intimately. Even eyes, sorrowing over that miserable child. in the horror and agitation of those days of The name of the skilful Belgian is Wappers, June and August which preceded their reand a little Bonnet Rouge, or French Cap of moval to the Temple, they thought of makLiberty, tossed lightly in a corner, tells us ing him sit to Monsieur Dumont-the fawho is this boy with the French boy's face : mous miniature painter--and who was besides the most unhappy child-taking him in ref- "painter in ordinary to the queen.” Turnerence to his station--that ever lived ; the ing over the fashionable “ Who's who?" of miserrimus of little ones, the scapegoat of the year—a boastful octavo of vanity, bursttender years driven out into the desert,- ing with strings of names and offices, and third of our series, and Louis the last but christened the Royal Almanack-we light
upon this gentleman, set out gloriously with Miserrimus of royal children: the little all his style and titles. Someway a referproto-martyr of kings' sons! This is a pite- ence of this sort, a scrap, a newspaper cutous distinction; a wretched notoriety. Never ting, brings a period home to us with a did child of a royal line bear so many sor- greater vitality. It is as though we had sent rows. When the courtiers and noble ladies for the Directory, and were searching out M. poured in to see him at Versailles on the Dumont's address with a view to calling on night of his birth, which took place at “five him professionally. His miniature has come minutes before seven in the evening ”—for down to us; for a marvel having escaped beevents of this character are noted as with ing crunched under the hoof of an “ stop-watch--and the cannon was thundering breeched.” The most lovely chestnut hair, from all the fortresses, and the fireworks tumbling in profuse ringlets upon his shoulwere squibbing off in the Place d'Armes, and ders, large blue eyes of wonderful sweetness there was universal delight and congratula- and intelligence, with the rich vermilion lips tion at this fresh introduction of royal flesh of his beautiful mother, and a special dimand blood into the world—how would that ple, for which she was noted exactly reproismirking, simpering ruck of fine ladies and duced. He was the child whom ladies would gentleman have been aghast, had it been love to call over to them and take on their whispered to them that the splendid infant laps and smother with kisses. His , little just arrived, that tender fleur-de-lis whom in neck was open with a wide collar, turned
over, and a dainty frill; with a diminutive ; ceive, four years old! How his amazed coat and small Robespierrean flaps and but- parent must have looked at him as he lisped tons. Such a pretty boy! so young, so his way through this elaborate period. Answeet-tempered, so gracious, so ready and other time-still rising four years—he asclever! We may be sure gossips marvelled tounds us by a neat and ingenious turn which at the absence of the true Bourbon elements, should be held up all ordinary children at and wondered suspiciously how he could ever their lessons. He was making some strange come to be shaped into the true and genuine sounds with his mouth over his task, and Bourbon type. We, who look back, cannot was scolded. “Mamma,” said the mysterisee the makings of that perfect character, ous infant, “ I was hissing myself, because I which should develop themselves into the said my lessons so badly.” Some one tried stiff-neckedness, mulishness, insensibility, to stop him forcing his way through some cruelty, and other virtues which adorn scions briers. Opposition was instantly silenced of that famous line.
by the reply, “ Thorny ways lead to glory!” The chronicles of this pretty child's say- He fell down on the gravel-walk, and picked ings and doings are very full-indeed, are himself up with four lines of an apt quotaalmost Boswellian in their abundance. If tion from La Fontaine. He made puns; we are to trust these note-books, he was checking himself in his intention of bringmaking wise, affectionate, smart, and witty ing some soucis (a species of flower) to his speeches all day long. But the truth is, mother, because she had already a suffimost of these details come from a suspicious ciency of them (cares). He was fearfully direction, being furnished by a sort of dy- ready with his classics, and told some one nasty of valets, whose works must necessa- that he was more fortunate than Diogenes, rily have a savor of their office. No doubt because he had found a man and a good there were brave and faithful menials about friend. He liked his garden grenadiers him, from whom was purged away, as by (flowers) very much, but would rather be at fire, this corrupting influence. Still, Mr. the head of living grenadiers. He was, in Carlyle cautions us against what he calls short, a royal, “ terrible child.” men of the valet species, not professionally No, this is the valet's child, the changefilling that office, yet who have a crooked, ling of the servants' hall. The poor hapless flunkey twig tied up with their bundle of ec- boy has been so bewailed, talked over, wept centric sticks. Much more should we be on over, that he has been actually gossiped into our guard against an original unplated arti- a new shape. There is a handsome margin cle. There is a valet way of viewing things, left for the good and the sympathizing, who an innocent menial exaggeration which mag- would weep over the wretched destiny of the nifies, a gaping bumpkin wonder and conse- most gifted and promising child ever born quent distortion, and a gradual gathering of to a crown. moss as the narrative stone rolls on. The As a matter of course, he was soon put to valet historian, become of a sudden the de- take his part in the theatrical shows of the positary of important facts, finds his details time. The little Royal Red Book alluded accumulate prodigiously with every fresh re- to, shows a catalogue of names-crowded as cital, and as he grows older, thickens his var- the names of an army list—who form the nish, and deepens his colors. So was it with rank and file of the various “houses” of his the showman at Waterloo : so is it with that majesty, the queen, of monsieur, and the ex-valet who now tells and sells his stories at other persons of “the blood ;” and, natuthe Invalides. Therefore must we accept these rally enough, the little Capet had his share in legends of little Capet with a grain of salt. the show. He was splendidly glorified, this
It must have been a fearfully wise child royal bambino, as yet only toddling across that at four years old could address its fa- the palace saloons, with a whole department ther in a speech of this description: “Papa, to himself, labelled “ Education of my Lord I have a fine immortelle in my garden; it the Dauphin.” He was encumbered with will be at once my gift and my compliment. a superfluity of stately supervision, and In presenting it to mamma, I shall say, May watched over by a governor-in-chief, two mamma resemble my flower !” Only con- sub-governors, two clerical tutors or "in
stitutors," a reader, a secretary in ordinary, crowded with gaudy scenes, horrid nighta governess, and four sub-governesses. mare pictures, and snatches of Elysium, all
We have always some picturesque glimpse jumbled together in violent contrast! As of this favored child. Now we look down he shall lie hereafter, shrunk and coiled up at him from the Tuileries windows, pacing in a corner of his dark cell, with a film behis gardens at the head of a tall company of fore his eyes, and brain disordered by disNational Guards, he himself a tiny National ease, literally rotting away, what a company Guard in a miniature uniform. How comic of spectres shall be with him all night long! the contrast between this Tom Thumb Dau- How the black veil, which always hung bephin pacing up and down in his Lilliputian fore the dark walls, must have parted and regimentals, and the grave giants in the floated away to the right and to the left, cocked-hats stalking solemnly behind him! showing him ghostly pictures, theatrical He made speeches to these warriors with a tableaux, such as he had often gazed at from quaint old-fashioned ceremoniousness that the royal box in the Paris theatre! We, makes us smile. He apologized for the too, can see them as well as he. smallness of his own private garden, where he himself was gardener, regretting that its little walks could not accommodate the gen- A snatch of Elysium! There was surely tlemen who came to visit him. That fatally one happy night to look back to, that in the precocious wisdom, and strange readiness hall of the theatre at Versailles—that pretty of speech, someway suggest the childish playhouse which strangers and holiday-folk partner in the firm of Dombey and Son.
now go down to admire. There has been a The Tom Thumb uniform was
soon weight of care over the great palace, for the changed, and we see him presently in the monster dungeon has been destroyed ; the full dress of a miniature colonel—Colonel of people are growing strangely insolent and the Piccol'uomini-or, more respectfully, the even dangerous; and the little prattling child Royal Dauphin Regiment. Royal Bonbon, keeps down its spirits, seeing how dejected said the French gamins, screaming with and anxious seem the king and queen. laughter, as the little men fluttered their When, of that first of October night, he is colors, beat drums, saluted, carried arms, dressed smartly and taken down with mamma and relieved guard at important posts, in a and papa into the theatre, where the newly droll parody on their elders. By and by this arrived officers are dining, he goes silent Tom Thumb colonel will appear in other and wondering. What a blaze of lightdresses. Alas! not uniforms. He will be what cries of joy and enthusiasm ; for the looking back with despair in that boy-old officers are all standing up in wild exciteage of his, from out of darkness of soul and ment, having sprung to their feet on their body, to that mimic coloneling!
entrance, and are shouting “ Vive le Roi," Our little Capet was fated to know some and swearing eternal fidelity. The vision troubled nights during his short span of ten of that beautiful mamma and her children years. It seemed to be his destiny to be has had much to do with this. They will perpetually awakened from his first sleep die for that lovely lady. Down with the towards midnight, and to be snatched from vile cockades of the nation, and trample his cot and hurriedly dressed. Or else, them under foot! The color has come back where all the elements were raging, and the to her cheeks—the kingly face smiles benighuman storm howling, to be brought out and nant. Let us all join,--scarlet-coated Swiss, held up by way of show, to soothe the agi- Guard National in the Hogarthian sugartation. On a child's mind those midnight loaf soldiers' hats, and officers of the Royal rousings must have left a bewildering im- Flanders Regiment,—and, drawing swords, pression.
drink frantically to our dear sovereigns. I For, indeed, into that ten years which see them all now—in an old print-standing made up his little life were compressed the up and pledging that beautiful lady-and I whole seven ages of man. He saw a kind see the orchestra in cocked-hats, high up in of copy of youth, of manhood, and the terri- a corner, just striking up the sweet air, “O blo enforced decay of a childish old age. I Richard ! O my king ! though all the world fancy no life of that duration was ever so abandon thee!” Halcyon night! We may