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The mild, honest, heroic countenance of | The sight of all the marvels of Europe gathArchduke Charles presents a wondrous re-ered together at the Musée Napoléon, less, lief to these masks of the back chambers. as he observed, for the glory of art than for It was the morning after Essling, numbered the glory of one man, filled him with melanby Thiers among the victories of Napoleon, choly. Leroi, the coiffeur of Josephine, he but which does not prevent the Austrians relates, had passed over to Marie Louise, viewing that hecatomb of forty to fifty thou- but venturing one day to remark to the emsand men as a sanguinary triumph, that M. press, seeing her in a high dress, “ Ah! de Varnhagen first saw the Austrian gener- madame, when one has the good fortune to alissimo. The friend of Beethoven was play- possess such a handsome bust, what a pity ing a sacred melody on the piano! As it is it is to hide it,” he was incontinently shown customary in Italian operas for the heroine the door, never to be admitted again. to prelude her appearance by an improvisa- The Germans breakfasted at Prince Mettion on the harp, so M. de Varnhagen had ternich's and dined at Prince Schwarzento wait till the melody was concluded before berg's. At the former, a discussion is rethe archduke received him, which he did lated as having taken place between Gall with a grave dignity, and, mounting on and Sternberg upon the delicate topic of rehorseback, they proceeded on a military in- ligion. The count had brought the phrespection. At that epoch Archduke Charles nologist to admit that religion was necessary, was the soul of the Austrians. Short and “were it only to keep the populace in conthin, his whole appearance indicated a ner- trol.” “And we, on our side," said the invous susceptible temperament. The labors corrigible philosopher, “what should we do and fatigues of war had no effect, however, without the salutary terrors that religion inupon the natural fragility of his form, which, spires to the ruling powers ? ” M. de Varnin Napoleon, had disappeared in the "em- hagen was soon satiated with the pleasures pâtement” of his person. He was doted of Paris. He declares that he soon experiupon by the soldiery, for his heroism, cour- enced no desire to penetrate farther into age, intrepidity, good sense, and amiability, this "pompous void.” Upon most of the were alike uncontested. No man since the faces, he says, met with in public, he could time of Wallenstein enjoyed a similar popu- perceive but one expression, that of lassilarity with the army. Add to this, his power tude, weariness, disgust, the expression of was absolute and uncontrolled. He had no a constant want to escape from one's own chambers, no ministry, not even an emperor self, perchance from one's conscience. The to interfere or thwart him in any thing he only spot where he found comfort and rethought proper to do.

pose was at the boarding-school of MadeM. de Varnhagen saw the hero of Essling moiselle Henriette Mendelssohn, where the twenty years afterwards, at a time when, select of the day assembled, after the pupils without noise, trouble, or remorse, he had, had gone to bed, in the gardens, to hear a like most of the archdukes, withdrawn into daily letter from the exiled Madame de a modest, quiet retirement. The old man Staël. still took pleasure in talking of Wagram. M. de. Varnhagen took an active part at " It was a great, a terrible battle,” he said, that sad and fatal fire which consumed the " that we lost, but neither I nor my soldiers Hôtel de Montesson, on the occasion of the were to blame ; every man fought like a festivities given to celebrate the nuptials of hero, and only a few days afterwards they Napoleon and Marie Louise. He describes sustained another attack with indomitable the emperor as arriving with the empress bravery; to do more was beyond human on his arm, with a serious, hard, “ almost power.” It was always expected that so up- wicked ” look—not one trace of amiability! right and competent a person, with known Those present, he declares, hated one anliterary tastes, would have left some memo- other, and would rather have met on the rials of that great war behind him; but he field of battle than at such humiliating festivdid not do so. " It will be for our nephews,” ities. Shameful and melancholy hypocrisy! he used to say, “ if our nephews take any in- A Tyrolese ballet was performed in front of terest in what we have done."

the Château de Laxenbourg ; a real postilIn 1810, M. de Varnhagen was at Paris. ion brought despatches from Francis to his daughter ; at midnight dancing commenced, exceeding mediocrity, and he had for a minPrince Esterhazy giving his hand to the ister a M. de Berstett. Having no male dequeen of Naples, Eugène Beauharnais, vice- scent, it became a question of partitioning roy of Italy, leading out Princess Pauline his territories. To avert this catastrophe, Schwarzenberg. After the dance, the em- M. de Berstett had an interview with the peror and empress walked among the crowd, Emperor Alexander, at that time at Aix-lawhen a sudden gust of wind'set fire to some Chapelle, and, by dint of weeping for the gauze. It was so slight that Count Bentheim imaginary grievances of his master, sucput cut the taper with his hat, and Count ceeded in exacting from the czar, who had Dumanoir, tearing down the decorations, never seen a diplomatist weep before, a trampled out the fire with his feet. But, promise that the integrity of the duchy alas! it had extended higher, out of reach, should be preserved, and that, failing a diand had attained the light trellis-work that rect issue, a morganatic branch should be supported the decorations. Everybody be- legitimized. This trick made Metternich gan to run, \some even shouted treachery. and De Gentz laugh heartily when they Prince Schwarzenberg ordered the emperor's heard of it. carriage to a back door, so that he might And yet this czar, who thus disposed of retire with less impediment. Napoleon an- principalities when the coalition had overgrily counterordered it to the front. thrown the usurpations of Napoleon, pre

This part of the story has been always tended to possess liberal ideas. He declared hitherto incorrectly related even in the pages at the Diet of Warsaw that liberal instituof the Moniteur. Prince Joseph Schwarzen- tions, which had been confounded with subberg was in the mean time rushing through versive and disastrous doctrines, when carfire and smoke in search of his wife. He ried out with pure and conservative intenhad last seen her dancing in an adjoining tions, were alone calculated to ensure the salon. He rushed in, but found no one. happiness of nations. Unfortunately, the Once more he penetrated into the mansion, foul assassination of Kotzebue by the fanatic now in flames at every point; he found a Sand came to give a deathblow to the hopes form enveloped in fire, with a diadem on her of the liberal party, of which M. de Varnhead. The princess also wore a diadem ; he hagen was one of the distinguished upholdbore her out, but it was the Princess de ers, and at the head of which was incontestLeyen. A Swedish officer, bearing out an- ably the Duke of Saxe Weimar, the friend other lady, declared that the princess was of Goethe and of Schiller. A favorite saystill behind. At the most imminent risk ing of that intellectual prince was, that it of his life, he attempted to penetrate once was by freedom in teaching, and by the anmore, but it was just as the walls gave way, tagonism of opinions, that the truth was arand all was buried in one common ruin. The rived at. Princess Louisa, wife of the duke, next day General Hulin, Dr. Gall, and M. de was as intellectual and as strong-minded as Varnhagen were digging together among the prince, who wished to make his little the ruins, when they discovered a human capital of Weimar the head-quarters of Gerform, that of a female, but calcined and ir- man liberty as well as of German arts and recognizable. It was, however, soon de- literature. The 15th of October, 1806, Natected to be all that remained of Princess poleon returning from the battle of Jena, met Schwarzenberg by a collar of medallions, her at the top of a staircase. “ Who are you, upon which were engraved the names of her madame?” The duchess introduced herchildren. One only remained without an self. “I pity you, then," observed the eminscription; it had been left for the child peror, “ for I shall crush your husband.” that she bore in her bosom, and which per- The Princess Louisa was not terrified by this ished with her on that fatal night.

brutality;

she visited the emperor again, M. de Varnhagen was appointed minister and he, to rid himself of her remonstrances, at Carlsruhe shortly after leaving Paris. said, “Believe me, madame, there is a The reigning prince was the Grand-Duke Providence that orders all things, and I am Charles, to whom Napoleon had given as a only its instrument.” But he afterwards wife Stephanie de Beauharnais, a niece of said of the princess : “ There is a woman Josephine. This Charles was a prince of to whom our two hundred guns imparted THIRD SERIES,

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no fear.” And he said to M. de Müller, the salons; but M. de Varnhagen himself attests Weimarian ambassador at Potsdam, “ Your that his radicalism had another and a more princess acted like a man, and won all my natural source. “I have seen the men and esteem.”

the things of my time,” he used to say; “I M. de Varnhagen, like De Humboldt, be- have long and silently meditated upon what came more and more radical in his old age. I have seen, and the result has been an inMany have attributed this to the influence tense disgust of the world.” Society," of his intellectual wife, the celebrated Ra- again he would say, "is lost, ruined in the hel ; but reading over his Memoirs, nine higher classes, to whom the friction with polponderous tomes, of which the least has itics has rubbed off all that educational vareight hundred pages, we find the official nish and good tone that formerly distinman, be he emperor, king, general, or diplo- guished it, and aristocracy thus finds itself matist, so laid bare, his actions traced to every year losing more and more of its privsuch miserable sources, his conduct repre- ileges, at the very time that democracy is sented as guided and influenced by such ig- aggrandizing and organizing itself.” A radinoble principles, that the impression re- calism of such a nature is a mere sign of old ceived is that it was the mere result of all age and weariness. It is not given to every his many years' experience of great men and one to be a Metternich or a Talleyrand; of public life. In reading such a book, it is never to shrink before a responsibility, never like going behind the scenes with the man- to yield a line of action once decided upon, ager, who introduces one to a piece of tin, or bend before the storm. It is only weak and says it is with that, that we imitate and wayward temperaments that, after such thunder ; and to a cracked bell, saying it is long monologues with their consciences, come with that, that we sound the massacre of St. to the conclusion that, the higher classes beBartholomew. It is certain that Rahel, whom ing corrupt, the people, whom they do not the Germans designate as a feminine Ham- know, have much chance of being better. let, had a great influence on the formal yet Radicalism with such an origin is scepti. loquacious diplomatist who had the happi- cism, and nothing more. It despairs of one ness to call himself her husband, as she had, class, and scarcely ventures to hope better indeed, upon all her contemporaries ; and it things of another. Men of action go to no is equally well known that she affected the such extremes. cynicism of the French Republicans in her

THE MAN OF SENSIBILITY.—He is of a very adore him for thus delivering him, and said he forgiving temper; but the worst is, he forgives would joyfully sacrifice the life he had saved, at himself with full as much ease as he does any time, on his least command. The next day another, which makes him have too little guard the gentleman met him again, and asked him over his actions. He designs no ill and wishes how he did after his fright; when the man, into be virtuous; but if any virtue interferes with stead of being any longer thankful for his safety, his inclinations, he is overborne by the torrent, upbraided him for pulling him by the ear in such and does not deliberate a moment which to a manner that it had pained him ever since. choose. Confer an obligation on him, and he is Thus that trifling inconvenience, in twenty-four overwhelmed with thankfulness and gratitude: hours, had entirely swallowed up the rememand this not at all owing to dissimulation, for brance that his lifo was owing to it. Just so he does not express half he feels. But this idea doth the gentleman I am speaking of act by all soon gives place to others, and then to anything the world.-The Adventures of David Simple (by which is in the least disagreeable to him, and he Henry Fielding's Sister). immediately sets his imagination (which is very strong) to work, to lessen all you have done for him ; and his wholo mind is possessed by what he thinks your present ill-behavior. He has often put me in mind of a story I once heard

In one of the Highland graveyards occurs the of a fellow, who accidentally falling into the following epitaph :Thames, and not knowing how to swim, had “Here lies interred a man o'micht, like to have been drowned; when a gentleman,

His name was Malcolm Downie; who stood by, jumped into the river and saved He lost his life ae market nicht him. The man fell on his knees, was ready to

By fa'in' off his pownie.”

THE BELLS OF SHANDON.*

And loud in air

Calls men to prayer
Sabbata pango,

From the tapering summit
Funera plango,

Of tall minarets.
Solemnia clango.
- Inscription on an old bell.

Such empty phantom

I freely grant them,
With deep affection

But there's a phantom
And recollection

More dear to me-
I often think of

'Tis the bells of Shandon
Those Shandon Bells,

That sound so grand on
Whose sounds so wild would

The pleasant waters
In days of childhood

Of the river Lee.
Fling round my cradle

-Father Prout.
Their magic spells.
On this I ponder
And still grow fonder,
Sweet Cork, of thee,

DRAWING NEARER.
With thy bells of Shandon
That sound so grand on

“For now is your salvation nearer than when ye

believed."
The pleasant waters
Of the river Lee.

Nearer! yes ! we feel it not
I've heard bells chimin'

Mid the rushing of the strife.
Full many a clime in,

As we mourned our changeful lot,
Tolling sublime in

Toiled beneath our shadowed life,
Cathedral shrine,

By each step our worn feet trod,
While at a glibe rate

We were drawing near to God.
Brass tongues would vibrate,
But all their music

When the day was all withdrawn,
Spoke naught like thine ;

And we walked in tenfold night;
For memory dwelling

When we panted for the dawn
On each proud swelling

Of the ever-blessed Light;
Of thy belfry knelling

In those hours of darkness dim,
Its bold notes free,

We were drawing near to him.
Made the bells of Shandon
Sound more grand on

When, beneath the sudden stroke,
The pleasant waters

All our joys of life went down
Of the river Lee.

When our best-beloved broke

Earthly bounds, to take their crown,
I've heard bells tollin'

By the upward path they trod,
Old Adrian's mole in,

Nearer drew we to our God.
Their thunders rollin'
From the Vatican,

In those days of bitter woe,
And cymbals glorious

When we saw their smile no more,
Swinging uproarious

When our hearts were bleeding slow,
In the gorgeous turrets

Stricken-stricken-oh, how sore !
Of Notre Dame;

While we lay beneath the rod,
But thy sounds are sweeter

We were nearer to our God.
Than the dome of Peter
Flings o'er the Tiber

When upon our lifted eye
Pealing solemnly;

Gleamed a vision of our home,
Oh, the bells of Shandon

When we saw the glory high,
They sound so grand on

Flooding all that spotless dome;
The pleasant waters

In that hour of raptured sight,
Of the river Lee.

Pressed we nearer our delight.
There's a bell in Moscow,
While in town and kiosk, O,

Through the long and vanished years
In St. Sophia

Doubting, struggling, and depressed, The Turkman gets,

Shrouded with their mists of tears,

We were passing to our rest; * An abbey near Cork, celebrated for its chime Tempest-tossed and current-driven, of bells.

Ever drawing nearer heaven.

From Blackwood's Magazine. body could predict what the character of the
THE RECTOR.

new administration was to be. The obscurCHAPTER I.

ity in which the new rector had buried his It is natural to suppose that the arrival views was the most extraordinary thing of the new rector was a rather exciting event about him. He had taken high honors at for Carlingford. It is a considerable town, college, and was “highly spoken of;” but it is true, now-a-days, but then there are no whether he was high, or low, or broad, musalien activities to disturb the place—no man- cular or sentimental, sermonizing or decoraufactures, and not much trade. And there tive, nobody in the world seemed able to tell. is a very respectable amount of very good “Fancy if he were just to be a Mr. Bury society at Carlingford. To begin with, it is over again! Fancy him going to the canal, a pretty place - mild, sheltered, not far and having sermons to the bargemen, and from town; and naturally its very reputation attending to all sorts of people except to us, for good society increases the amount of that whom it is his duty to attend to !” cried one much-prized article. The advantages of the of this much-canvassed clergyman's curious town in this respect have already put five per parishioners. “ Indeed, I do believe he cent upon the house-rents; but this, of must be one of these people. If he were in course, only refers to the real town, where society at all, somebody would be sure to you can go through an entire street of high know.” garden-walls, with houses inside full of the “Lucy dear, Mr. Bury christened you,retired exclusive comforts, the dainty, eco- said another not less curious but more tolernomical refinement peculiar to such places; ant inquirer. and where the good people consider their “ Then he did you the greatest of all serown society as a warrant of gentility less vices,” cried the third member of the little splendid, but not less assured, than the favor group which discussed the new rector under of majesty itself. Naturally there are no Mr. Wodehouse's blossomed apple-trees. Dissenters in Carlingford—that is to say,

“ He conferred such a benefit upon you that none above the rank of a greengrocer or he deserves all reverence at your hand. milkman; and in bosoms devoted to the Wonderful idea ! a man confers this greatest Church it may be well imagined that the of Christian blessings on multitudes, and advent of the new rector was an event full does not himself appreciate the boon he conof importance, and even of excitement.

He was highly spoken of, everybody knew; « Well, for that matter, Mr. Wentworth, but nobody knew who had spoken highly of you know—" said the elder lady; but she him, nor had been able to find out, even by got no farther. Though she was verging inference, what were his views. The Church upon forty, leisurely, pious, and unmarried, had been low during the last rector's reign- that good Miss Wodehouse was not polemiprofoundly low-lost in the deepest abysses cal. She had “ her own opinions,” but few of Evangelicalism. A determine dinclina- people knew much about them. She was tion to preach to everybody had seized upon seated on a green garden-bench which surthat good man's brain; he had half emptied rounded the great May-tree in that large, Salem Chapel, there could be no doubt; warm, well-furnished garden. The high but, on the other hand, he had more than brick walls, all clothed with fruit-trees, shut half filled the Chapel of St. Roque, half a in an enclosure of which not a morsel, exmile out of Carlingford, where the perpetual cept this velvet grass, with its nests of daicurate, young, handsome, and fervid, was on sies, was not under the highest and most the very topmost pinnacle of Anglicanism. careful cultivation. It was such a scene as St. Roque's was not more than a pleasant is only to be found in an old country town; walk from the best quarter of Carlingford, on the walls jealous of intrusion, yet thrusting the north side of the town, thank Heaven! tail plumes of lilac and stray branches of which one could get at without the dread apple-blossom, like friendly salutations to passage of that new horrid suburb, to which the world without; within, the blossoms young Mr. Rider, the young doctor, was de- dropping over the light, bright head of Lucy voting himself. But the Evangelical rector Wodehouse underneath the apple-trees, and was dead, and his reign was over, and no- impertinently flecking the Rev. Cecil Went

veys ! ”

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