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“ The First Violin" was the spontaneous record of facility of a transformation scene. The author would an experience which had fired and inspired the au- doubtless repudiate the suggestion, but we are comthor's whole nature; while “Probation” is the more pelled to think that his story is as exciting and unprosaic product of a deliberate and conscious choice wholesome in its way as the sensational preaching of an “effective subject " for a story, which might which he so vigorously satirizes. To turn from it to stimulate the author's imagination, indeed, but which a simple and realistic record of every-day life will could hardly touch her feelings very profoundly. affect the reader like sipping gruel after a draught of And this difference tells throughout, to the disad- brandy-and-soda ; and this not because the gruel is vantage of the later story. Myles Heywood is but essentially insipid, but because the palate has been a pallid and impersonal sort of figure in comparison unnaturally and unhealthily stimulated. Yet it must with the picturesque and fascinating Eugen Cour. be admitted that the book asserts itself and compels voisier, and none of the characters in “Probation" attention. There are several situations that are have that intense vitality which gives a sort of ob- wonderfully dramatic and intense ; the portrait of jective realism to those of the earlier story. Nor Thirlmore, the popular preacher, will inevitably set are the circumstances and incidents of the one story readers to searching for the original among several so pleasing as those of the other. The complica- well-known men; and there are two or three farmtions which in "The First Violin" exemplified the house scenes which are as genuine and real as any truth that the course of true love never runs smooth, other faithful transcript from nature. only deepened the romantic charm of the work ; but In complete contrast with the preceding is Mrs. one feels that the agony of a starving people is too Mulock-Craik's “Young Mrs. Jardine,"* a love-story tremendous a fact to form part of the mere machin. of the most correct and conventional type, with a ery of a love-story. We should observe, however, good young man, a very good young lady, a cruel that such faults as we have pointed out are conspicu- mamma and worldly sisters, much interpolated morous only when we compare the story with “ The alizing about “duty” and “right” and “patience" First Violin," which we spoke of at the time of its and “gentlemanliness,” struggles against the slings appearance as a very remarkable beginning for an and arrows of outrageous fortune, and a most satisauthor. Compared with the average of current fic. factory fulfillment of all the requirements of poetic tion, “ Probation " is deserving of very high praise, justice. The story itself descends perilously near the both for its interest as a story and for its skill as a level of commonplace, and, if anything were needed composition.
to drag it down and anchor it there, it is amply supThere is nothing in the new volume of the “No- plied by the illustrations. Of the way in which pic. Name Series" quite so clever as its title,* unless it tures can fetter and vulgarize the imagination instead be the quotation from Coleridge which forms its of aiding it, we have seldom seen a better example. motto: “I once knew a man who had advanced to such a pitch of self-esteem that he never mentioned himself without taking off his hat.” The story itself SOME of the most characteristic portions of the contains many striking passages and several effective “Memoirs of Madame de Rémusat"* having already
situations,” but it bears about the same relation to appeared in this“ Journal,” we are absolved from the a finished work of art that a corduroy road does to duty of describing them in detail ; but, in enjoying a macadamized highway. Of plot, or sequence, or the entertainment which their piquant personalities consistency, there is next to nothing; and at the afford, the reader might easily overlook the fact that close of the book the story simply ends without com- these Memoirs are likely to be reckoned among the ing to a conclusion. The author's idea of novel. most important literary productions of our time. making appears to be that the prime necessity is a Hitherto the Memoirs of Saint-Simon have held number of dramatic incidents or tableaux, which may a unique and special place in literature, and their be flashed upon the reader under the full glare of interest will last as long as any curiosity is felt recalcium lights. Whether these incidents are con- garding the doings of the Grand Monarch and his secutive to each other, or are the natural outgrowth court; but Madame de Rémusat's Memoirs are of what has gone before, is a matter of minor impor. equally frank, equally graphic, and equally pungent, tance; and, in fact, they seem to be arranged upon while they have the advantage of dealing with a perthe principle that the interesting is the unexpected. sonality and an epoch infinitely more picturesque and And so of the characters. Some extreme, unusual, significant. Napoleon has been the subject of an abnormal type is chosen, and then, in order to set it entire literature, and there is probably no figure in off most effectively, it is contrasted with its exact history that has impressed itself so vividly upon the antithesis, which is as extreme and abnormal in the popular imagination ; but, while we have been renother direction. But even this is not stimulating
* Young Mrs. Jardine, A Novel. By the author of enough, and accordingly on every critical occasion these characters are represented as doing the precise Brothers. 16mo, pp. 414.
"John Halifax, Gentleman.” New York: Harper & thing which it could never be conjectured that they + Memoirs of Madame de Rémusat, 1802-1808. With should do, and as changing roles with the fantastic a Preface and Notes by her Grandson, Paul de Rémusat.
Translated from the French by Mrs. Cashel Hoey and * His Majesty, Myself. No-Name Series. Boston: John Lillie. In three volumes. Vol. I. New York: D. Roberts Brothers. 16mo, pp. 299.
Appleton & Co. 8vo, pp. xlviii.-178.
dered more than sufficiently familiar with the emperor ing actors upon the stage of history, Mr. John T. and the general, it has been reserved for Madame de Short, in his “ North Americans of Antiquity,' Rémusat to reveal to us the man. Considering the tempts to penetrate that “ dark backward and abysm hackneyed character of the subject, it would seem of time" which lies behind history itself, and to deimpossible that any new Napoleonana (if we may cipher for us such traces as remain of those ancient coin a word) could possess much freshness or novelty; and vanished peoples who occupied our continent yet we feel, in reading Madame de Rémusat's pages, prior to the advent of Columbus. In spite of the that we have never really known Napoleop before difficulties which attend the effort to elucidate these never succeeded in penetrating beneath that invinci- dark problems, he thinks that “the age of North ble reserve and that theatrical posturing and parad. American antiquity is not all darkness, but on the ing which deceived his most intimate associates at contrary is rapidly growing radiant with light”; and the time, and which have baffled the curiosity of two the constantly increasing interest felt in all archæogenerations of historical inquirers.
logical questions has led him to believe that a work We have already said that Madame de Rémusat embodying the latest information regarding the orihas the advantage of Saint-Simon in the greater in- gin, migrations, and life of the races of American terest and picturesqueness of her subject; and we antiquity "would meet with the favorable attention may add that she has equally the advantage of him of the public and of the specialist in this field.” in her method of treating it. Curiously striking and Perhaps the most distinctive feature of Mr. Short's piquant as many portions of Saint-Simon's Memoirs book, in comparison with others in the same field, is are, there are whole chapters, whole volumes, of them that it is written, as he says, in " the spirit of inquiry with which all save the historical student would rather than of advocacy,” and is “the embodiment cheerfully dispense; but we doubt if Madame de of an honest search for the truth.” Most of the preRémusat will ever find a reader who will wish her vious writers upon ancient America have had some book shorter by even a phrase. The very defects of hypothesis to verify or some theory to defend, and as her style—its lack of that artificial brilliance and a general thing have dealt far more extensively in self-conscious grace which are so highly esteemed by speculation than in fact. Mr. Hubert Howe Banher countrymen—lend only an additional attraction croft was almost the first archäologist who addressed to her Memoirs. The first and indispensable re- himself to the subject in the spirit of impartial critiquirement of such writings is that they should con- cism, and with the tests of severe scientific analysis ; vey the impression of being faithful, accurate, and and Mr. Short has followed loyally in his footsteps, sincere ; and the confidence of the reader is entirely viewing the facts from a somewhat different standwon by the simplicity, the directness, and the un- point, and consequently reaching somewhat differstudied easy flow of Madame de Rémusat's style. ent conclusions. The extent to which they differ in Its very simplicity and ease, indeed, will be apt to their interpretations is the measure of the uncertainty betray the reader into under-estimating the author's which, in spite of the recent activity in archäological art and skill. It is rare that such keen observation inquiry and research, still hangs about the most eleis combined with so impartial a judgment and such mentary questions involved in the problem ; yet that sensitive sympathies; but Madame de Rémusat is there is some ground for Mr. Short's sanguine antici. quite as successful in portraying what she sees as she pations is shown by the fact that, during the few is in seeing and comprehending, and several of her years that have elapsed since the publication of Mr. sketches in the preliminary chapter entitled “Por- Bancroft's work, several of the riddles which had traits and Anecdotes” are worthy of being compared previously baffled the ingenuity of antiquarians have in fidelity if not in finish with any that have been been finally and satisfactorily solved. And if, as Mr. produced by the greatest masters of the art. Short confidently asserts, a key has at last been found
Besides the introductory chapter mentioned above to the Maya hieroglyphics, then there can be no the book contains a prefatory essay of nearly fifty doubt that we are on the eve of discoveries which pages by M. Paul de Rémusat, grandson of the au- will reveal to us at least as much concerning those thor, in which he briefly narrates the life of Madame ancient civilizations and peoples whose relics cover de Rémusat prior to her arrival at court, and sketches our continent as is known of the similar antiquities in the background against which her recollections are of Europe. to be projected. This essay, in spite of its touching Mr. Short's book will be especially acceptable to occasionally upon controversial politics, is eminently the general reader, because it is a summary or comuseful and interesting; and the same may be said of pend of all the knowledge that has been gained conthe notes which the same author has supplied. A cerning prehistoric America, and because it is a sort series of Appendices supplements and illustrates the of index to the works of all previous writers—di. text; and the Memoirs will at once take a high- recting the reader to the precise page and book perhaps the highest-place among those curious and where he may find such further information upon instructive volumes which take us behind the scenes any given topic as he may desire to obtain. In this in the great drama of history and show us the actors latter respect it is less exhaustive than Mr. Bancroft's en famille.
* The North Americans of Antiquity. Their Origin,
Migrations, and Type of Civilization considered. By WHILE Madame de Rémusat contents herself with John T. Short. New York: Harper & Brothers. 8vo, lifting the veil which obscures our view of the lead. pp. 544.
great work; but for that very reason it will better biographies of one hundred and twenty-five of the answer the purposes of those readers whose opportu. most eminent Christians of all countries and denomnities are restricted to the better known and more inations from the days of the successors of the Aposaccessible authorities. Its special value for students tles to the present time. The bulk of the work is lies in the fact that it brings together the results of translated from a similar collection in German, edthose investigations which have been prosecuted with ited by Dr. Ferdinand Piper, and written by eminent unprecedented ardor during the past four or five German, French, and English scholars ; but Dr. years, and which have been unusually fruitful. The Maccracken, the American editor, has added biogcliff-dwellings of the West and the ruins at Aztec raphies of thirty Americans of the various denominaSprings open up new problems to the American tions, and also of the most famous missionaries in archæologist, and wonderful progress has been made foreign lands. The American lives, like the Euroin the accumulation of data regarding the ancient pean, are written by eminent scholars; and the book Mound-builders. Most of this later information has as a whole is a valuable contribution to that somebeen gathered by Mr. Short from the Smithsonian what meager department of theological literature Reports, the Reports of the Geological and Geo- which is equally interesting and edifying to the whole graphical Survey of the Territories, the proceedings body of Christian readers. of scientific societies, private memoirs, and other
Mr. Towle has shown excellent judgment sources little known and not easy of access.
in selecting the subjects for his “ Young Folks' The author's method of treatment is systematic Heroes of History.” The first two volumes were and thorough, and his style is simple but clear and devoted respectively to Vasco de Gama and Pizarro, picturesque. The volume is copiously and admirably and have been noticed in previous numbers. The illustrated, with many cuts not previously seen in subject of the third volume is “Magellan, or the books of the kind.
First Voyage round the World,”* and it tells the story of one of the most famous expeditions in the
history of maritime discovery. “No voyage,” says The latest addition to “English Men of Let. the author, “could be imagined into which every ters” is “ John Milton,” by Professor Mark Pattic feature of romance and adventure, of narrow escape son.* The author remarks at the outset that of and brilliant achievement, could be more crowded Milton we know more personal details than of any than was that of Magellan from the port of Cadiz man of letters of the seventeenth century, and that to the island clusters of Australasia.” And the life in Professor Masson's “Life of Milton" we have and character of Magellan himself were in other the most exhaustive biography that was ever com- respects worthy of the renown which this great feat piled of any Englishman. My excuse," he adds, secured for him. Unlike most of the daring ad. “sor attempting to write of Milton after Mr. Masson venturers of his age, his ambition led him to prefer is that his life is in six volumes octavo, with a total a career of peaceful and beneficent achievement to of some four to five thousand pages. The present one of bloodshed and conquest; and the story of his outline is written for a different class of readers life is as wholesome as it is picturesque and enterthose, namely, who can not afford to know more of taining. Milton than can be told in some two hundred and . . Another series of books which may be de. fifty pages.” The work with which Professor Patti- scribed as thoroughly wholesome literature for the son's will most naturally be compared is Mr. Stop- young, whether boys or girls, is “Famous American ford Brooke's little monograph on Milton in the se- Indians,” by Edward Eggleston and Lillie Eggleston ries of “ Classical Writers," and the two really com. Seelye. The two volumes of this series that have plement each other. Professor Pattison is fuller in been sent us—“ Pocahontas" | and “ Brant and Red biographical details ; Mr. Brooke offers more of in- Jacket"-possess all the attractiveness of romance terpretative criticism and commentary. Of Milton's with much of the instructiveness of regular history. life and minor writings the reader will learn most
The aim of the authors is not so much to detach the from Professor Pattison ; but, as a guide to the study romantic incidents from history as to make the early or reading of Milton's great poetical masterpieces, history of our country interesting to the general read. Mr. Brooke is incomparably more helpful and ade. er by treating it in a simple, graphic, and picturesque quate.
style ; and they have achieved their aim very sucA work upon which much labor has been cessfully. expended, and which ought to prove edifying to a American Writers, by Henry Mitchell Maccracken, D. D. very large circle of readers, is “Lives of the Lead. New York : Phillips & Hunt. 8vo, pp. 873. ers of our Church Universal,” + containing brief * Young Folks' Heroes of History. Magellan, or the
First Voyage round the World. By George M. Towle. * English Men of Letters. Edited by John Morley. Boston: Lee & Shepard. 16mo, pp. 281. Illustrated. John Milton. By Mark Pattison. New York: Harper + Pocahontas : Including an Account of the Early Set& Brothers. 16mo, pp. 215.
tlement of Virginia and the Adventures of Captain John + Lives of the Leaders of our Church Universal, Smith.-Brant and Red Jacket : Including an Account of from the Days of the Successors of the Apostles to the the Early Wars of the Six Nations, and the Border War. Present Time. The Lives by European Writers from fare of the Revolution. By Edward Eggleston and Lilthe German, as edited by Dr. Ferdinand Piper. Now lie Eggleston Seelye. New York : Dodd, Mead & Co. translated into English, and edited, with added Lives by 16mo, pp. 310, 370. Illustrated.
was five years old when M. Gütler, my father's 1.
banker, brought me to you. Speaking no lanM ARTHA! Your little princess has reached guage but Arabic, I was for a whole week so
Marseilles ! Alas, dearest, scarcely a day thoroughly obstinate and untamable that the poor has flown, and I am already so far away! It baroness, in despair, seriously thought of sendseems almost a century since we parted, and I ing me back to my native pyramids. Thanks feel so lonely. After our cruel separation at the to you, however, I was subdued, and Bell transstation, it is unnecessary to tell you that, despite formed me into a little creature-I will not say my pretended courage, you had no sooner left reasonable, but at least civilized. In your home the car than I burst into tears, and wept as if I was too happy to regret my own. Do you remy heart would break. While I thus indulged member the morning when my old Arab promy grief, poor Bell, in the methodical manner fessor, who came daily to converse with me in which is her second nature, busied herself in ar- my own tongue, observed that I was nearly ranging our traveling-luggage, and silently let grown ; and the astonishment with which we the crisis pass. An overwhelming sense of lone- learned that the customs of my country required liness oppressed me. Torn so suddenly from that girls should be shut up in the harems before those I loved, it seemed as if all the ties which the age of twelve? I was then fifteen. attached me to earth were uprooted; and with You threw yourself on my neck crying, “ Then my desolation was mixed a vague terror. Can they have forgotten you!" this unknown family that recall me make me for- Martha, I had hoped they always would forget the one I lose, and with whom I have been get me. Though so grieved, I wept myself to so happy? From my earliest recollection I have sleep; but even in slumber my distress continued, known only your home, and, although destiny car- and the break of day found me still engrossed ries me to Egypt, my heart will dwell with you with my sad reminiscences. One of those lovely alone. I will always in memory remain in that October suns, that we so loved under our shady dear house and great garden, filled with our trees, shone through my windows, recalling our dreams; and one half of me will always be with journey together last year over this same road, your dear mother and yourself.
in going to Nice, and sweet memories rushed in “ Bell,” I cried, " you will never leave me?” crowds to my heart, dimming my eyes. and seizing her hands I sobbed aloud.
Poor little thing," whispered Bell, suspectIn my utter desolation I was amazed at the ing something of this. I let my head fall on her thoughtlessness in which I had so long lived. shoulder, and she soothingly spoke of you, of Life had been so sweet in your home that you hope, of the future, of the happiness I should had seemed like a true sister, and your mother's feel when you came to visit me in Egypt. As I affection, almost as deep as that she bore you, doubted if your mother would ever come so far, always made me feel like one of your own family. she suggested that it might be your bridal excurWhy, indeed, should I have distressed myself sion. So hasten, dearest; lose no time in getabout the future? All I know of myself is, that ting married-and come. When we reached I was born in Cairo, a princess, and rich; that I Marseilles, we went to the same hotel, and had
the identical apartments we occupied together. involved, my imagination, which you always Alas! how lonely I did feel! I was chilled to think extravagant, would recognize the resemthe heart. All was over for me; I had lost you, blance. What am I to find out there? I try to and the future loomed dark and desolate.
picture that father whom I have never seen ; The vessel was not to sail until the next that country which only seems to offer one admorning, so Bell, to divert my mind, took me vantage-heat-for I am always as cold as a round the town. A very sharp altercation dis- dead fish. I try to jest, my poor Martha, but at agreeably marked our promenade. It was the heart I tremble, and that word " forgotten,” that first disagreement between us. I went to a flor- in your tenderness you one day uttered, is it not ist to purchase some camellia-plants and dwarf the painful disclosure of long indifference, or bananas, and ordered them to be expressed to some misfortune to which I have no key? Paris, to you.
Bell led me out of the green- Do not scold. Your last little lecture is still house.
remembered. It is, that reasons or circum“A bouquet,” she said to me, as we passed stances are more compulsory than inclination. If along; "a thousand francs for flowers. We my father separated from his daughter, it was must be economical, Miriam. Egypt is bank- because it was necessary; if he now recalls her, rupt.”
it is because the obstacle to her return is reYou know me well enough to understand moved. All this may be very true, but what what my outburst was at this unlooked for pru- of that? You know I am not gifted by nature dence; but I had my way, and you shall have with that passive submission which yields blindly
and unquestioningly. I must inquire into things. We continued our walk, and I scolded Bell, My brain will be active in spite of me. Must I who did not seem to mind it in the least. In a own it ? At this moment when I am going to half hour I was so weary that she stopped a car- rejoin my family, my feelings are those of agony. riage.
I am terrified. Yes, I am terrified at the un“It is marvelous," I said, "that you do not known! I picture my father cold, severe, hostile compel me to walk--to economize.'”
even to this daughter reared so far away from “ You are not accustomed to walk,” she an- him. Why should he love me? He does not swered, “and a carriage is necessary for you. know me; and, besides, what bond unites us to God forbid that I should ever deprive you of ne- each other? The thought of my mother alone cessary things !"
would console me; but I well know that my " It is also necessary for me to afford plea- mother is dead, for she would not have abansures to my friends."
doned me. She pressed both my hands in hers. “Dar- Come, dearest, marry quickly, because I wish ling,” she said. But this caress did not mollify it, and you never refuse me anything. Then you
can come and seek me, and we can consult toAfter dinner, where I behaved very crossly, gether with your husband, whether I shall keep as soon as the servant left the room, she rose you with me, or you shall carry me off with you. with that quiet smile which gives her the ap- Divide with your mother my tenderest love. pearance of irritating wisdom, and unfolded that
II. unlucky letter, the cause of all my trouble.
I scornfully threw it aside, but, without being I HAVE seen my father! He is good, tender, in the least disconcerted, she picked it up and and charming—and I love him! read aloud :
My arrival at Chimilah was a bewilderment
a dream, and I write you from the Palace of a “DEAR M. GUTLER: I beg you will send Thousand and One Nights. And yet Egypt is my daughter home to me by the first steamer. ruined ! But I see, if I do not tell you my adMy superintendent will only pay half your ac- ventures connectedly, you will think I am crazy. count, for I have no more money at present. After writing my letter from Marseilles I Egypt is ruined !"
went to rest, as we had to rise very early the
next morning to take the Alexandria boat. I How dull this hotel seems without you! will pass over the night, which, as usual with me, Curled up in the corner of the fireplace, in an was one of unbroken sleep. I will not describe easy-chair, I dream of Egypt. . . . Am I not the scene in the morning : Bell forcibly tore me like one of those children we sometimes read of, out of bed and dressed me. The account of our who, deserted for the best part of a lifetime, are voyage will not interest you any more than the at length hunted up and recalled, like a package portraits of Madame Panafy, the wife of the most deposited and forgotten in the interval? This is important banker of Cairo, and her two daughcertainly a romance, and, if my heart were not ters, with hanging, disheveled hair. It must