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rank must be assigned to Miss Isabella L. Bird. with dust, but neither shaken nor bruised. It was truly Her delightful book on the Sandwich Islands de. grotesque and humiliating. The bear ran in one direcscribed performances and perils such as few ladies tion, and the horse in another. I hurried after the latter, would care to encounter ; but the collection of let. and twice he stopped until I was close to him, then ters in which she narrates the incidents of “A La. turned round and cantered away. After walking about a dy's Life in the Rocky Mountains”* surpasses in and next my bag, and soon came upon the horse stand

mile in deep dust, I picked up first the saddle-blanket picturesque adventurousness all we can remembering facing me, and shaking all over. I thought I should that is recorded of the achievements of women. La- catch him then, but when I went up to him he turned dy Baker's walk through Africa and Lady Blount's round, threw up his heels several times, rushed off the rides with the Bedouins of the Euphrates were suf- track, galloped in circles, bucking, kicking, and plunging ficiently surprising : but each of these ladies was for some time, and then, throwing up his heels as an act accompanied by her husband and an escort, while of final defiance, went off at full speed in the direction Miss Bird rode and rambled absolutely alone through of Truckee, with the saddle over his shoulders and the eight hundred miles of the most dangerous and dif- great wooden stirrups thumping his sides, while I trudged ficult portion of Western America-crossing almost bag and saddle-blanket.

ignominiously along in the dust, laboriously carrying the impassable mountain-ranges on “blind" trails, trav

I walked for nearly an hour, heated and hungry, when ersing vast reaches of desolate plain, defying the to my joy I saw the ox-team halted across the top of a parching sun and death-bringing snow-storms of the gorge, and one of the teamsters leading the horse toward Rocky Mountain climate, and passing unharmed and

He brought me some water to wash the dust unafraid amid the worst ruffians and desperadoes of from my face, and resaddled the horse, but the animal the frontier.

snorted and plunged for some time before he would let Her adventures began at Truckee, where she had

me mount, and then sidled along in such a nervous and “stopped over" in order to visit Lakes Tahoe and by me to see that I was “all right.” He said that the

scared way that the teamster walked for some distance Donner. Leaving the train at midnight, she discov- woods in the neighborhood of Tahoe had been full of ered on reaching the “hotel " that, as the accommo- brown and grizzly bears for some days, but that no one dation of the town was inadequate to its population was in any danger from them. I took a long gallop be(almost exclusively male), the regular hours of sleep yond the scene of my tumble to quiet the horse, who were not observed, the beds being occupied by re- was most restless and troublesome. lays of sleepers throughout the greater part of the twenty-four hours. Taking her chance with the On the return next day, “ in a deep part of the rest, she found the bed and room assigned to her forest, the horse snorted and reared, and I saw a “quite tumbled-looking.” “Men's coats and sticks cinnamon-colored bear with two cubs cross the track were hanging up, miry boots were littered about, and ahead of me. I tried to keep the horse quiet that a rifle was in one corner. There was no window to the mother might acquit me of any designs upon her the outer air, but I slept soundly, being only once lolloping children, but I was glad when the ungainawakened by an increase of the same din (from the ly, long-haired party crossed the river.” bar-room) in which I had fallen asleep, varied by This was an appropriate beginning of a tour three pistol-shots fired in rapid succession." every stage of which was marked by some equally

Next morning, having hired a horse (equipped exciting—often still more exciting-adventure. In with a Mexican saddle, she always riding astride in spite of the above-described accident, Miss Bird was man-fashion), she set out for Lake Tahoe ; and here a remarkably skillful rider, and she tells later of some is one of her experiences on the road :

wonderful feats of cattle-driving in Estes Park, where After I had ridden about ten miles the road went up a

she spent several weeks. She was among the first steep hill in the forest, turned abruptly, and through the

to ascend Long's Peak, which she did in the comblue gloom of the great pines which rose from the ravine pany of “Rocky Mountain Jim," who was the most in which the river was then hid came glimpses of two notorious ruffian and desperado in all the West, but mountains, about eleven thousand feet in height, whose who was always chivalrous, as he said, “to good wobald gray summits were crowned with pure snow. . men.” She rode six hundred miles in a single tour, The forest was thick, and had an undergrowth of dwarf entirely alone, from Estes Park by Denver and Colospruce and brambles; but, as the horse had become fid- rado Springs, over the mountains of southern Cologety and "scary” on the track, I turned off in the idea rado, and back through South Park—most of the of taking a short cut, and was sitting carelessly, shorten- distance over snow-covered trails which the hardiest ing my stirrup, when a great, dark, hairy beast rose, mountaineers hesitated to venture upon. Several crashing and snorting, out of the jungle just in front of me. I had only a glimpse of him, and thought that my times she was lost ; more than once she was caught imagination had magnified a wild boar, but it was a bear. in blinding snow-storms; on two or three occasions

The horse sported and plunged violently, as if he would her boots and stockings were frozen on her feet, and go down to the river, and then turned, still plunging, up her feet frozen to the stirrups. It is a truly feminine a steep bank, when, finding that I must come off

, I threw trait that, amid all these perils—and worse from the myself off on the right side, where the ground rose con lawless men among whom she was necessarily thrown siderably, so that I had not far to fall. I got up covered the only thing that seems to have alarmed her was,

* A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains. By Isa- when riding through forests, “the fear of being bella L. Bird. With Illustrations. New York: G. P. frightened at something which may appear from bePutnam's Sons. 12mo, pp. 296.

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It is a creditable and noteworthy fact that, in all comprising the successive coronations and burials of these journeys, made under conditions which might three British sovereigns. Her childhood caught well have excited scandal, Miss Bird met with no- echoes from the victories of the mighty Marlborough, thing but helpfulness and kindness-rough and un- Blenheim, Ramillies, Malplaquet; later, she heard polished, it is true, but none the less hearty and of Dettingen and Fontenoy, Culloden, Preston-Pans ; generous for that reason. She herself says that later still, of the Declaration of Independence and “womanly dignity and manly respect for women the freedom of the American colonies.

Her correare the salt of society in this wild West"; and cer- spondence notes and chronicles in detail the changes, tainly the record of her experiences confirms it. The gradual but vast, which in that epoch of change special reason in her peculiar case was perhaps ex- were transforming the quaint England of the Stuarts plained by the pioneer who told her to go ahead and and the Tudors into the England of our own times, never fear, "for what we Westerners admire in wo- and planting the germs of what we call modem men is pluck; and surely in "pluck" Miss Bird usage, literature, and habits of thought. Original was never deficient. Nor, it should be added, was letters, written in the frankness of family intercourse, she deficient in that womanly dignity and purity during the eighteenth century, could hardly fail to which are recognized and respected by the rudest be interesting; but those of Mrs. Delany and her and most lawless society of the frontier.

correspondents possess the special advantage of beThe letters of which the book is composed were ing written from the inner circle, and they comment addressed to the author's sister at home, and are upon the noteworthy personages of the day with all written in the familiar manner of private correspon- the detail and freshness of familiar acquaintance." dence, though no doubt the idea of publication was This description is in a measure true, but it conall the time in view. Miss Bird's style is probably veys an idea of attractiveness and readableness on a faithful reflex of her character, and is clear, de. the part of the book which the book itself, we are cided, and vigorous, animated without being affect- afraid, will hardly be found to justify. With the ut. edly vivacious, and picturesque without any attempt most willingness to be pleased and entertained, we at fine writing. All through there is a complete un- found the reading of the two stout volumes an un. consciousness on the part of the author that she is deniably tedious task, and long before the end was doing anything very remarkable or extraordinary; reached yielded to the irresistible inclination to and yet it would be difficult to imagine more inter- “ skip.” The plain fact is that these memoirs of esting experiences told in a more interesting manner. Mrs. Delany are characterized by precisely the merits

and defects which we mentioned as pertaining to the

memoirs of Baroness Bunsen. They are interesting The publication last year of the memoirs of and even edifying, for the intimate fidelity with Baroness Bunsen has suggested the republication of

which they portray a singularly fine and noble char. the “Autobiography and Correspondence of Mrs. acter; but the canvas is immeasurably too large for Delany," * which was originally issued in England the subject

, and the portrait itself is blurred and in 1861, but in so expensive and voluminous a form obscured by the vast mass of details. Nor are these that it can hardly be said to have been published, in details of sufficient intrinsic importance to justify the sense of being rendered accessible to the general cheerfully admit that " chops-and-tomato-sauce " rev

the pains bestowed upon their reproduction. We body of readers. Mrs. Delany (Mary Granville) was of the same illustrious family, three generations re

elations are sometimes more significant than any moved, as Baroness Bunsen, and long sustained the

that are likely to be included in set compositions ;

but reputation of being the most elegant and accom

very much the larger part of the correspondence plished woman of her time. She was indeed an ad. contained in these volumes differs in no respect from mirable example of the best and highest type of the the hundreds of homely domestic epistles which are grande dame; and no less an authority than Ed. to-day exchanged between intimate family connec

tions and friends, and which no one would ever dream mund Burke said of her, “She is not only the woman of fashion in her own age, she is the highest- of publishing. Even admitting that certain of the bred woman in the world, and the woman of fashion details which they contain are interesting as showing of all ages.”

the changes which have come over the face of so The editor of the American edition of the “ Auto- ciety between Mrs. Delany's time and our own ; yet, biography and Correspondence"—which has been

even so, nothing can be gained by the incessant “ revised to reasonable limits"—thus enumerates the repetition of minutiæ which do not even possess the several features of interest which the volumes pre

merit of presenting the same facts in a new or fresh sent: “The long life of Mrs. Delany comprised

aspect. nearly a century of English history. Born in 1700,

Miss Woolsey, the American editor, “begs leave fourteen years before the death of Queen Anne, she to say" that in her revision she has omitted nothing lived far into the reign of George III., an interval of real interest or value to the narrative, “the ex.

cluded portions being in almost all cases letters of * The Autobiography and Correspondence of Mrs. insignificant interest or small bearing on the biogDelany. Revised from Lady Llanover's Edition, and raphy, and foot-notes of a genealogical character, edited by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey. Boston : Roberts which possess little meaning or attraction to the more Brothers. 2 vols. 12mo, pp. 465: 499.

distant public for which this work is intended." A



more appropriate apology would have been for not which we mentioned at the outset as characterizing having exercised her editorial prerogative more dis- the book. If one should read the first half of it criminatingly. As they stand now, save for the and then leave off, his feeling would be that the small circle of family relations for which they were author had the power to do anything; and, after originally designed, the Memoirs are fully four times reading the whole of it, the feeling is that he would too long

have the power to achieve the very highest in novelwriting if his taste and discretion were only equal

to his imaginative grasp and vigor, and to his comWhen called upon to describe Julian Haw- mand of language. thorne's new novel, “ Sebastian Strome," * the word

In respect of style, and in a certain ease and conwhich rises most naturally to the lips is "power"; fidence and grace of manner, “Sebastian Strome" it is a work of remarkable power, force, and vigor, is a marked advance upon any of Mr. Hawthorne's both in conception and in execution. While con

previous works.

“ Bressant" is still the most pleasscious of this, however, from the beginning to the ing of his stories, and the promise of that remains end of the story, the reader will be apt to lay it aside

as yet unfulfilled ; but, in spite of all their faults, with a feeling of disappointment—with a feeling that the later novels have shown a distinct growth in the power is misdirected and misapplied. Though imaginative vigor and in technical mastery of the a much more finished and artistic production, “Se

literary art. bastian Strome" has very nearly the same faults as “Garth," Mr. Hawthorne's previous story. Each starts out with the promise of being a really great

The little book of poems by William Young, novel; each seems to secure a commanding outlook from which the translations from the French of M. upon those infinite horizons of the mind which ren- Coppée, given on a preceding page of this number, der the study of man so interesting to other men; were taken, contains also some original verse of a and both, it must be confessed, fail signally to fulfill very pleasing character. * The translated poems, it the promise of the beginning. “Garth" failed be- will have been observed, are mostly of a reflective, cause the author was unable to fuse and smelt the serious, and even tragic cast; but, when singing in rich but crude ore which he had heaped together for his own proper voice, Mr. Young's preference seems his use. “Sebastian Strome” fails, not because of to be for playful and whimsical poetic conceits, with any deficiency of artistic power on the author's part, a gayety and sparkle which bring them almost withbut from a defect that is more radical still—a defect in the definition of vers de société. Here is a little of taste. Mr. Hawthorne probably knew that the poem which strikes us as very good, and which will story, as planned, must necessarily prove a very serve to illustrate this feature of the volume's conpainful one; but we doubt very much if he had any tents: conception of the extreme repulsiveness which its

BOTH. latter half would have for the average mind and She was the laziest little woman taste. We doubt this because the lesson and value

That ever set a mortal crazy ; of the story depend wholly upon our sympathies

'Twas marvelous how my erring spirit being retained for the leading characters in their

Could be subdued by one so lazy. truly tragic situation, and by the constant assump

To monosyllables addicted,

To use all else exceeding loath, tion on the part of the author that such sympathy

Asked which of two things she preferred, exists ; yet the incidents are so managed that we are

She only murmured, “ Both !” gradually brought to distrust and dislike-almost to despise—the whole group of characters, and to lose

It is no paradox to say so: our faith in the reality of feelings on our sympathy

Her every movement was repose;

As on a summer day the ocean with which the whole effect of the situation depends.

Slumbers, the while it ebbs and flows. The story is deeply, intensely interesting from be

Yet was there latent fire; her nature ginning to end—this is its conspicuous and great

That of the panther, not the sloth. merit; but toward the last it is less the interest

I asked her once, which she resembled : which comes from enlisted sympathies than the sort She only murmured, “Both !” of reluctant fascination with which one contemplates the commission of a crime. The regeneration of

Her person-well, 'twas simply perfect, man through sin is one of those mysterious problems

Matching the graces of her mind;

To perfect face and form she added which always have possessed and always will possess

A keen perception, taste refined. the profoundest interest ; but the method by which But when I challenged her to tell me, it is to be worked out has seldom been rendered What I knew not myself in troth, more dubious and forbidding than in “Sebastian Whether her wit or beauty charmed me, Strome."

She only murmured, “ Both !” It should be added that none of these defects,

Provoked at last at never hitting radical as they are, destroy the impression of power

This lazy little woman's point, # Sebastian Strome. A Novel. By Julian Hawthorne. (Appletons' Library of American Fiction.) * Gottlob et cetera. By William Young. London : New York : D. Appleton & Co. 8vo. Pp. 195.

C. Kegan Paul & Co. 16mo. Pp. 128.

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I scanned her armor, and discovered

edition of the Physiology and Pathology of Mind.' Haply therein one open joint.

was published in the year 1867, and the second edition In careless tone I asked her, knowing

in the year following. A third edition of the first Her word was binding as an oath,

part was published in the year 1876 as a separate trea. “Shall love, or friendship, be between us ? " She smiled, and murmured, " Both !"

tise on the “ Physiology of Mind.” In the order of time and development this volume on the Pathology of Mind' is therefore a third edition of the second

part ; but in substance it is a new work, having been In the great work of popularizing science, as it recast throughout, largely added to, and almost enis called, perhaps no book has rendered more effec- tirely rewritten.” Among the new material added tive service in times past than Johnston's "Chemistry are chapters on “Dreaming” and on "Somnambuof Common Life," and a still longer career of use. lism and its Allied States," covering those abnormal fulness will doubtless be secured to it by the prepa- mental phenomena which are exhibited in dreams, ration of a new edition, revised and brought down hypnotism, ecstasy, catalepsy, and like states. The to the present time. * Written at a period when valuable chapters on the “Causation and Prevention chemical science was almost in its infancy, and be- of Insanity" are also to a great extent new, while fore the general public had been prepared for the those on the symptoms and treatment of mental elaborate expositions which are greedily devoured disease have been largely expanded and improved. now, the original work deliberately ignored many The book has been from its earliest publication a important and interesting topics, while the progress standard and authority in its field ; and in its pres. of discovery has rendered obsolete much of what it ent shape its value has been very greatly increased. did contain. In spite of these defects, however, it .... The repertory of amateur actors will be has as yet found no equal among the many books of considerably increased by the collection of “Comea similar character which its success called forth, dies for Amateur Acting," which Mr. J. Brander and it steadily maintains its preëminence in the pop- Matthews has edited, with a prefatory note, for Apular scientific literature of the day. For this reason, pletons' New Handy-Volume Series. There are six no changes would be likely to be acceptable which pieces in the collection, each in one act, and all except radically altered the character of the work ; and it one translated or adapted from the French, with such is gratifying to know that, in preparing the new edi- changes as will render them better fitted to please an tion for the press, the editor has scrupulously re- American audience. The excepted play is an enspected Professor Johnston's matter, method, and tirely original little comedietta, by Julian Magnus style. “Only such corrections,” he says, “and such and H. C. Bunner, who have also assisted in transomissions have been made as the progress of science lating the other plays. Mr. Matthews's prefatory demanded, while the additions which I have intro- note is pungent as well as practical, though it is duced are confined to subjects congenial to the origi- hardly adapted, we should imagine, to increase the nal plan of the book, and such as will, I hope, prove enthusiasm for “amateur theatricals.” useful in filling up a few blanks in the sketch.” In

The practice, long familiar with us, of making his changes and additions, the editor has writing " campaign biographies” of political leaders had the opportunity of consulting Professor John. on the eve of any great political struggle seems to ston's private and corrected copy of his book, and be gaining a foothold even in conservative England. also of incorporating many fresh details which the Several “lives" of Lord Beaconsfield have recently Professor had gathered ; and there can be no doubt appeared, and now a voluminous record of Mr. Gladthat the result of his revision has greatly enhanced stone's services is opportunely placed before the pubthe usefulness of a work which well deserves to be lic just at the moment when voters are about to be kept up to the most advanced stages of the science called upon to decide the respective claims of him which it expounds.

and his rival. It is only just to say, however, that .... Another book which is, in a sense, a new Mr. Barnett Smith's “Life of the Right Hon. W. edition of a well-known and highly valued scientific E. Gladstone”* is of far higher quality than the treatise, is Dr. Henry Maudsley's “Pathology of average of political biography with us. Save for the Mind";t but in this case the changes introduced constraint which an author must necessarily place · are so great that the new edition is practically a new upon himself when writing of a living man, the work work. The relation which the present work bears is adequate and trustworthy as well as useful ; and, to the original upon which it is based is thus ex. being based largely upon the speeches and writings plained by Dr. Maudsley in his preface: “The first of Mr. Gladstone, it has enough of personal flavor

to make it interesting. One point worthy of special * The Chemistry of Common Life. By the late recognition is that it is written in a praiseworthy James F. W. Johnston, M. A., F. R. S. S. A New spirit of fairness and decorum. Mr. Smith is a LibEdition, revised and brought down to the Present eral and an admirer of Mr. Gladstone; but he is not Time. By Arthur Herbert Church, M. A. New York :

so blinded by political bigotry that he can rot perD. Appleton & Co. izmo. Pp. 592.

ceive the ability or good faith of his opponents. + The Pathology of Mind. Being the Third Edition of the Second Part of “The Physiology and Pathology of Mind," recast, enlarged, and rewritten. By Henry * The Life of the Right Hon. William Ewart Glal. Maudsley, M. D. New York: D. Appleton & Co. stone, M. P. By George Barnett Smith. With Por12mo, pp. 580.

traits. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. Svo, pp. 516.


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should be the cause of having this unhappy man, X.

who doubtless believes himself in safety, deWELL! yes! My romance

was folly. You nounced! Discreet as Ali is, to wall up the win

. do not imagine, I suppose, my terrible dow he had to send people; perhaps they have preacher, that I am not ready to own it, and that seen him! It is so easy to lodge information! the wicked turn of my volatile nature does not if my fatal imprudence has betrayed him! For appear to me now as a very imprudent trick. I three days I have not been to Adilah's, and horam still alarmed; but, luckily, Prince Charming rible apprehensions besiege me momently. I is in ignorance. I was so well concealed that tremble, as at the approach of a crisis. I could a perfect incognito protects me. What suspi- never be consoled if I should be the cause of cion could a solitary promenader have but that misfortune to him. it was one of those accidents the cause of which could not be fathomed? As he passed, a sprig What I dreaded has happened. Yesterday of jasmine fell at his feet—that was all. The my brother came to see me, and you may supwalled window, a whisper of the wind among pose that, though I was quaking, I concealed my the palm - trees, will waft him an adieu. As alarm, and tried to question him with as much for me, I have enough on hand, I assure you, indifference as I could command. The return with this great marriage question, to occupy all of Hassan is no longer a secret : they know he my thoughts. A Turkish wedding, my dear; is in concealment in Cairo. I was distracted. only think of it! Before it, in view of my bad My brother has a heart, but he belongs to this education, my father, contrary to all precedent, Arab court, where a man dreads compromising will grant me the inestimable satisfaction of a himself. I can not, then, depend upon him to previous interview, when I shall hear-extreme warn the unhappy exile. Besides, will Hassan, happiness the voice of my intended husband if he is the rash, proud man Ali considers him, before the wedding day. After that all will be ever consent to obey an order or yield to fear? concluded. You can conceive that this alluring A wild idea flashed into my brain ; I would perspective makes me ponder, and I will venture a write, and send it to him immediately. Write to word with my father to hasten his great scheme. a man—a stranger-one unknown! Yet should Here—"what is written is written "—I await- I not pay for my heedless mistake by performing yielding, in spite of myself, to the idea of fatali- one of those duties which, though the laws do not ty, which seems to impregnate the air of the make binding, are none the less sacred to an upharem like some subtile perfume—the slavery to right, honest conscience ? Alas! what could I which we are compelled to submit. This bond- do? Powerless as I am, was I not compelled to age takes you, annihilates you—I know not by let things work their own accomplishment? Yet, what strange power, swallows up your volition, when discouraged I tried to be resigned, a reand makes you live indifferent to the present bellious feeling prevented me. It seemed to me hour, which is precisely like that of yesterday, and that I was guilty-guilty of not doing anything; will be the same to-morrow. I am still troubled guilty in being silent! The struggle was a long by a thought which savors of remorse, at the one. At one moment my pity conquered my foolish act of which the memory remains. If I scruples; at another, my scruples deadened my


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