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ing Miss Patterson his wife on the 25th of naparte family, neither reduced her to obDecember, 1803, and no considerations of scurity nor tarnished her name. his duty as a husband or the common con- declared the marriage binding beyond his siderations of humanity towards a woman power to annul it; and the rest of Europe about to become the mother of his child, recognized in Madame Jerome the victim of withheld him from abandoning her, in a arbitrary power. strange country, where she had neither She and her husband never met again friends nor relatives, where her position was after they parted at Lisbon, less than seven more than equivocal, and where, if she were months after their marriage. She went to not in want of the necessaries of life, it was England where she was received with much no thanks to Jerome, who made no provis- kindness and sympathy, and in England her ion for the protection or support of an ex- son was born, whom she had baptized as Jetremely beautiful woman of seventeen whose rome Bonaparte. She afterwards returned physical condition rendered a return to her to America. That her conduct and characown country and her father's house impossi- ter were always above the power of scandal ble. He left her almost immediately on ar- to impugn, was no thanks to Jerome,-a riving at Lisbon, professedly to throw him- weaker woman or a less worldly one would self at his brother's feet and prevail upon have been entirely crushed by such treathim to forgive the marriage. His subse- ment as she had received. Madame Jerome quent conduct proves that he never had any was equal to her situation: she would doubtintention to embarrass himself further with less have made quite as good a princess as her whom he had married; he showed him- any of the temporary royalties Napoleon self as self-willed and inconsequent in run- loved to create, as though they had been ning away from difficulties as he had been the flowers and garlands of his more solid in running into them.

efforts of power ; but, apart from this morJerome set off in hot haste to present tification, she made all the gain possible out himself before his brother, who was at Turin. of her position. She accepted the handFor eleven days he was kept waiting for an some pension allotted to her by the emperor, interview ; during this time he wrote a let- and lived in such amicable relations with the ter of abject submission, consenting to be family, as to give a great color of probabilgoverned in all things by the will of the ity to her present claim on the estate of emperor, and to recognize his own marriage Prince Jerome. The loss of such a husband as absolutely null, not even requiring to be could be nothing but a gain to her. She dissolved. Napoleon wrote an order to Je- seems to have been a woman who, like rome, that he himself should announce to Bussy Rabutin,' n'aimait que le solide. A his wife that he had of his own free will rec- very proud, sensitive woman would have reognized that his marriage was and had been fused to accept the emperor's pension ; but null from the beginning.

she judged it best to take it. Poverty was In return for this unqualified submission, not added to her other vexations. As for Jerome was graciously pardoned and re- Jerome, he was through life a fool and a stored to his brother's favor. Jerome's con- poltroon. The fine epithets and sentimental sent once given, all manner of official acts phraseology in which the courtly editor of and declarations were set forth to show how these Memoirs dresses his conduct does not entirely null the marriage had always been, disguise the very ugly look of his actions, and the offspring illegitimate beyond re- both public and private. On his submission, demption.

Napoleon sent him once more to sea, and France was not all the world; and the im- there he distinguished himself by his entire perial decrees, although they deprived Ma- inability either to obey or command. He dame Jerome of all the advantages she had was the torment of his admiral, as he had hoped for from her connection with the Bo- I been of the Consul Pichon.

From The Athenæum. beat quicker for the day when black slavery Home Ballads and Poems. By John Green- shall be no more, and in bringing about the

leaf Whittier. Boston, U. S., Ticknor present movement which the hopeful look & Fields; London, Low & Co.

upon as preparatory to the gathering up of HERE is poetry worth waiting for, a poet the slave forces for a final fight. worth listening to. Mr. Whittier may not The poet is less martial in his latest book. ascend any lofty hill of vision, but he is He has learnt to possess his soul with more clearly a seer according to his range. His patience. The momentum is more subdued, song is simple and sound, sweet and strong. and has a slower swing, quietly intense. We take up his book as Lord Bacon liked Longer brooding has brought forth a more to take up the bit of fresh earth, wet with perfect, though less striking result. Take, morning and fragrant with wine. It has the for example, a few of the noble lines in rehealthy smell of Yankee soil with the wine membrance of Joseph Sturge, a man after of fancy poured over it. We get a gush of our poet's own heart :the prairie breeze, weird whispers from the

“For him no minister's chant of the immortals dark and eerie belts of pine, wafts of the salt

Rose from the lips of sin; sca winds wandering inland, superb scents No mitred priest swang back the heavenly porof the starred magnolias and box-tree blos

tals

To let the white soul in. soming white. We hear the low of cattle, the buzzing of bees, the lusty song of the “But Age and Sickness framed their tearful faces huskers, brown and ruddy, the drunken

In the low hovel's door, laughter of the jolly bob-o-link. Here are

And prayers went up from all the dark by-places

And shelters of the poor. green memorials of the New World's spring of promise, golden memorials of her abund- " Not his the golden pen's or lip's persuasion,

But a tine sense of right, ance when the horn of autumn is poured And truth's directness, meeting each occasion into the overflowing lap of man; we see the Straight as a line of light. white-horns tossing over the farmyard wall,

“ The

very gentlest of all human natures the cock crowing in the sun with his comb He joined to courage strong, glowing a most vital red, the brown gable And love out-reaching unto all God's creatures of the old barn, roses running up to the

With sturdy hate of wrong. eaves of the swallow-haunted homestead, the “Men failed, betrayed him, but his zeal seemed June sun" tangling his wings of fire” in

nourished the network of green leaves, the aronia by Still a large faith in human-kind he cherished,

By failure and by fall, the river lighting up the swarming shad, the And in God's love for all. river full of sunshine, with the bonny blue above and the blithe blink of sea in the dis

“And now he rests his greatness and his sweettance, and many a sight and sound of vernal

No more shall seem at strife ; life and country cheer. No American poet And death has moulded into calm completeness has more of the home-made and home

The statue of his life. brewed than Mr. Whittier. His poetry is “ Where the dews glisten and the song-birds warnot filtered from the German Helicon; it is

ble,

His dust to dust is laid, a spring fresh from New World nature ; In Nature's keeping, with no pomp of marble and we gladly welcome its “sprightly run- To shame his modest shade. nings.” Our Yankee bard is among poets what

“ The forges glow, the hammers all are ringing;

Beneath its smoky vail, Mr. Bright is amongst the peace men. He Hard by, the city of his love is swinging has the soul of some old Norseman but- Its clamorous iron fail. toned up under the Quaker's coat, and the “But round his grave are quietude and beauty, great bursts of heart will often peril the And the sweet heaven above,hold of the buttons, whilst the speaker with The fitting symbols of a life of duty all his native energy and a manly mouth is

Transfigured into love." “preaching brotherly love and driving it In a time of trouble and struggle, of war in.” With him, too, the Norse soul is found and rumors of war, these lines take one with fighting for freedom, and he has done good their quiet mastery and peaceful music, service in making the heart of the North / sinking sofily into the soul as if spoken by

ness

the very Spirit of Rest. To quote the poet's “ All as God wills, who wisely heeds own words, the whole picture is

To give or to withhold,

And knoweth more of all my needs “Beautiful in its holy peace as one

Than all my prayers have told !
Who stands at evening, when the work is done,
Glorificd in the setting of the sun.”

Enough that blessings undeserved

Have marked my erring track ; “ Telling the Bees” is a ballad as fine as

That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved, the custom it celebrates is curious.

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His chastening turned me back ; Pipes at Lucknow" is a spirited poem.

“ That more and more a Providence Many of the stanzas of “ The Shadow and

Of love is understood, the Light” might have been found worthy Making the springs of time and sense of weaving into “ In Memoriam ”

Sweet with eternal good : Ah, me! we doubt the shining skies

“ That death seems but a covered way
Seen through our shadows of offence,

Which opens into light,
And drown with our poor childish cries Wherein no blinded child can stray
The cradle-hymn of kindly Providence.

Beyond the Father's sight; “ And still we love the evil cause,

That care and trial seem at last, And of the just effect complain ;

Through Memory's sunset air, We tread upon life's broken laws,

Like mountain ranges over-past, And murmur at our self-inflicted pain;

In purple distance fair : “ We turn us from the light, and find Our spectral shapes before'us thrown,

“ That all the jarring notes of life

Seem blending in a psalm, As they who leave the sun behind

And all the angles of its strife Walk in the shadows of themselves alone.

Slow rounding into calm. “ And scarce by will or strength of ours

“ And so the shadows fall apart,
We set our faces to the day ;

And so the west winds play ;
Weak, wavering, blind, the Eternal Powers
Alone can turn us from ourselves away.”

And all the windows of my heart

I open to the day.” Mr. Whittier is most successful perhaps

But we shall not be doing justice to these in the present work in setting gravely sweet - Home Ballads” if we do not vary the and kindly comforting thoughts to a com- strain. They are not all devoted to the life mon ballad measure, which he has tried that is livad in our day. Here and there again and again until it reaches its perfec- we find a bright and vigorous portrait tion in pieces like “ My Psalm” and “My painted on the dark background of the past. Playmate.” Here is a specimen of the lat- Such is that of “Samuel Sewall,” the man ter poem :

of God with a “ face that a child would “ O playmate in the golden time !

climb to kiss.” Sometimes, also, the poet Our, mossy seat is green, Its fringing violets blossom yet,

peers into the shadowy land of Indian leThe old trees o'er it lean.

gend, watching, questioning the darkness,

till the mist begins to stir and transform “ The winds so sweet with birch and fern

itself into spectral life. Then he will tell us A sweeter memory blow; And there in spring the verries sing

a tale of the early time of witchcraft and The song of long ago.

cruelty. " And still the pines of Ramoth wood

Our concluding extract is from a robust Are moaning like the sea,

ballad, called The moaning of the sea of change

SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE.
Between myself and thee !”

Body of turkcy, head of owl,
“ My Psalm " is only to be felt thoroughly Wings a-droop like a rained-on fowl,

Feathered and ruffled in every part, in the eve of life, when the mellowing influ

Skipper Ireson stood in the cart. ences of age and experience have done their

Scores of women, old and young, work, and the golden haze gathers about Strong of muscle and glib of tongue, the closing of the calm day, touching this Pushed and pulled up the rocky lano, world with the beauty of the next.

Shouting and singing this shrill refrain :

It must

* Hero's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, be read slowly and thoughtfully to be felt Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt, deeply :

By the women o' Morble'cad !'

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Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips,

Ilere's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Girls in bloom of check and lips,

Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt Wild-eyed, free-limbed, such as chase

By the women o' Morble’ead !'
Bacchus round some antique vase,
Brief of skirt, with ankles bare,

' Hear me, Neighbors !' at last he cried, Loose of kerchief and loose of hair,

What to me is this noisy ride? With conch-shells blowing and fish-horn's twang, What is the shame that clothes the skin Over and over the Mænads sang,

To the nameless horror that lives within ? Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt

And hear a cry from a reeling deck!
By the women o' Morble'ead !'

Hate me and curse me, I only dread

The hand of God and the face of the Dead.' “ Small pity for him !-He sailed away

Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, From a leaking ship in Chaleur Bay,

Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart Sailed away from a sinking wreck,

By the women of Marblehead !
With his own townspeople on her deck !
* Lay by! lay by!' they called to him. " Then the wife of the Skipper lost at sea
Back he answered, Sink or swin!

Said, 'God has toucht him !--why should we?' Brag of your catch of fish again!'

Said an old wifo mourning her only son,
And off he sailed through the fog and the rain. . Cut the rogac's tether and let him run!'

Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, So with soft relentings and rude escuso,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart Half scorn, half pity, they cut him loose,
By the women of Marblehead !

And gave him a cloak to hide him in,

And left him alone with his shame and sin. “ Through the street, on either side,

Poor Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Up flew windows, doors swung wide;

Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart Sharp-tongued spinsters, old wives gray,

By the women of Marblehead !"
Lent a treble to the fish-horn's bray.
Sea-worn grandsires, cripple-bound,
Hulks of old sailors run aground,

Mr. Whittier has many admirers in this Shook head and fist, shook hat and cane,

country, to whom this volume will be welAnd cracked with curses the hoarsc refrain ; come.

REMARKABLE Discovery IN THE ALPS.- color, etc. One of these fragments was recogThere is news from Switzerland, says an Eng- nized by Julian Devoussoux (a survivor of the lish paper, which painfully recalls the memory 1820 ascent) as being that of Pierre Balmat. of a terrible catastrophe which happened on the “ 3. Part of a guide's knapsack, with sundry Grand Plateau of Mont Blanc on the 20th Au- portions of a lantern attached to it. gust, 1820. On that day a party, consisting of 4. An iron crampon, which the guides at Dr. Hammel and some gentlemen from Geneva, that time strapped on their shoes when they started up the mountain, accompanied by sev. crossed the glaciers, etc., to prevent slipping. eral guides. A descending avalanche swept off “5. Several portions of guides' dress-crathree of the latter, by name, Auguste Tairraz, vats, hats, torn portions of linen, portions of Pierre Balmat and Pierre Carrier, all three bc- cloth, coats, etc., all casily distinguishable as longing to families now inseparably connected belonging to men of the guide class." with the history of the mountain. From that Two of the guides who accompanied the party day, up to the 15th of last month, not a trace of of 1820 are still alive, and it is said that Dr. them was ever discovered; on that morning Harnmel still survives in England. The most was discovered, on the lower part of the Glacier interesting circumstance in connection with this des Bossons, a number of human remains and recovery of the remains of these long-ago fragments of dress, accoutrements, etc., which mourned men is, that it is in exact fulfilment of have been recognized as having belonged to Professor James D. Forbes' prediction, based these hapless guides. These relics are stated to on his observations and knowledge of the laws consist of

which guide the motions of the glaciers. Pro"1. An arm in the most perfect state of pres. fessor Forbes, it is stated, has repeatedly told ervation, with the hand, fingers, nails, skin, and the Chamounix guides that they might look out dried frozen flesh intact, in noways discolored; for traces of their deceased comrades in the part of little finger only gone. The length of Lower Bossons in about forty or forty-five years this limb extends to the elbow.

after the catastrophe, and that he told Auguste "2. Parts of two different skulls, with a good Balmat in 1858 to keep a look-out. From the deal of hair remaining with the skin on both ; discovery, therefore, we may deduce a satisfacone belonging to a fair man, the other to a dark tory demonstration of the glacier theory now acone. The hair most wonderfully preserved in cepted by men of science.

ever.

From The Press. the depth of some three-quarters of an inch, EXPERIMENTS WITH CAXXON. but otherwise seemed to have but little efOn Tuesday some interesting experiments fect, except upon the rivets of the angle iron were conducted at Shoeburyness, under the inside the sheathing, which were apparently superintendence of the Iron Plate Commis- somewhat started. Two flat-headed fortysion, upon two new kinds of targets, built up pounder steel shot, fired at the same range, to resemble a portion of an iron-plated frig- produced more effect. Their indentation ate's broadside. One target was sent in to was quite an inch and a half, if not more, be experimented upon by Mr. Fairbairn. and the rivet-heads holding the armor plates This was about ten feet long by six feet high, were evidently shaken, though apparently and consisted of four plates five inches thick, they held as firmly as The hunthe upper and lower being each about ten dred-pounder Armstrong was next tried at feet, the two in the centre being only five two hundred yards, with a shell filled with feet each. The peculiarity of this target was sand. This broke one of the angle irons of that there was no wooden backing to the ar- the inner sheathing, made a deep dent, and mor plating, for the attention of the Com- started some of the smaller rivets, yet on the mission has lately been much directed to whole surprisingly little damage was done, endeavoring to ascertain how far it is possi- and practically the target seemed as strong ble by a slight increase in the thickness of as ever. A solid hundred-pounder shot the plates to do away entirely with the weight was then tried, and this struck with a treand expense of the vertical and horizontal mendous blow the centre of the mark, the mass of timber beyond them. Another pe- effect of which visibly started the plates and culiarity was the effort to do away with the rather curved them outwards at some of acknowledged source of weakness which their joints. The effect of two shots from a arises from holes having to be drilled in the solid sixty-eight-pounder at one hundred plates for the bolts to fasten them to the yards shook the armor plates still more, ship's side. In nearly all cases where plates starting them from the skin to which they have been fractured by shot, the crack has were bolted, and denting them through their commenced from one of the rivet holes: entire substance considerably. A two hunThere were none of these in Mr. Fairbairn's dred pound shot was then fired at two huntarget. The plates were fastened directly to dred yards range. This ponderous missile what in an iron frigate would be its outer not only made a very deep dent where it skin, which, in the case of the target, was struck, but bulged the whole target in, shakrepresented by wrought iron three-quarters ing all the plates loose, and breaking some of an inch thick. From the side of this were of the screws which held them. Still, howrib girders much of the same kind as the iron ever, no plate gave way under these tremenribs of a frigate would be. These were half dous visitations, nor had any of them been an inch thick by about eleven inches deep detached. The last shot fired was with a and eighteen apart, with stout angle irons hundred-pounder, at eight hundred yards, fastening them to the outer skin. From in- and the effect of this was final. By the side this skin the rivets were let into the force of the concussion the upper plate, plate like topped screws, penetrating a little with one of the centre small ones, was commore than half-way through the five-inch ar- pletely detached, and came crashing down, mor plate. The iron used in this target was leaving those that still remained in a very of the very best kind, and the whole of its shaky and precarious condition. It was, workmanship was admirable and substan- however, considered by all on the ground to tial to the last degree, as the tests showed. have withstood the rude assaults it had reFirst, a flat-headed steel shot, about one ceived in a most extraordinary manner. The pound in weight, was fired against it to test screws held on to the very last, and a great the quality of the iron. This made only a deal longer than any one expected, while the dent of from a quarter to one-third of an plates, though, of course, much battered and inch in depth. Two of Armstrong's forty-defaced, were not only not broken, but pound shell, filled with sand, were next dis- showed no symptoms of becoming so. On charged point-blank at a distance of one hun- the whole, therefore, it was considered that dred yards. They also dented the iron to the resistance offered by a target built on

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