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of holiday books, but its unusually rich and tasteful usually early age of eighteen he received his appointbinding, and its truly exquisite illustrations, would ment of lieutenant. Promotion in the navy is nedoubtless render it a graceful and acceptable me- cessarily slow during peace, and it was not until mento of the gift-making season. The pictures, in- 1842, when he was already forty-one years old, that deed, are so copious and so admirable as to relegate Farragut obtained a commission as commander; and the text to a somewhat subordinate position, the au- but for the civil war this was the highest grade to thor's simple and direct but rather home-spun style which he could have hoped to attain. Long before being a scarcely appropriate vehicle for such pomp of this, however, he had shown that he possessed exornamentation. Colonel Waring is always judicious actly those qualities which are requisite in a great and sensible, with a special aptitude for those details emergency; and when in January, 1862, the naval which interest the “practical man”; and he has expedition against New Orleans was organized, he written an animated and no doubt perfectly accurate was selected as the officer best fitted to conduct it to account of his travels in the Tyrol, in Venice, and a successful issue. in the lake region of Italy and Switzerland. But he Much the larger part of the earlier portion of the has the practical man's contempt for fine writing, biography is composed of selections from a journal and his usual way of dealing with a particularly im- which Farragut began to keep when only fourteen or pressive or picturesque scene is to say that it would fifteen years of age ; and all this part of the narrabe hopeless for him to attempt to describe what an tive is extremely fresh and interesting. Few things artist in words would describe, or has described, so of the kind in naval literature are more graphic and much better, but that he enjoyed it as much as one realistic than the description of the cruise of the who might be more voluble about it. The pictures, Essex in the Pacific, and of her heroic defense however, compensate for all such deficiencies in the against the combined attack of the Phæbe and the text; and the book as a whole has this advantage Cherub; and the later entries give us a very close over most holiday books—that it will maintain its view of life on board a man-of-war. The chapters, interest all the year round.

constituting the bulk of the work, which describe in detail Farragut's achievements during the civil war, are hardly so interesting to the general reader

as the earlier narrative; but they are carefully and Few books in our military biography are more accurately written, and they cover the most memreadable than “ The Life and Letters of Admiral orable period in the history of our navy Farragut," * and the men whose life and deeds were equally deserving of record are probably fewer still. The career of Admiral Farragut extended over nearly the entire period of the existence of the THE second volume of the series “ Classical Writ. American navy. As a boy he served in the War of ers” is a monograph on Euripides by Professor J. P. 1812 ; as a youth he participated in those Mediter. Mahaffy, A. M. As was explained in our notice ranean cruises which first made the United States of the first volume (“Milton "), this series is designed known to Europe as a great naval power; and in the primarily for use in schools and to meet the wants full maturity of his years and powers he directed the of special students, and elegance of expression and most important of those brilliant naval operations originality of view are less aimed at than the systewhich contributed so largely to the overthrow of the matic and thorough presentation of facts which have Southern Confederacy.

stood the test of criticism. Judged by this standard, The early life of Farragut was full of adventure Professor Mahaffy's monograph is a praiseworthy and romance. By his father's side he was descended and practically usesul work. It is less interesting from a good Spanish family, whose record can be to the general reader, perhaps, than Mr. Stopford traced back to the fifteenth century; and his mother Brooke's similar volume on Milton ; but the student was a North Carolinian. At the age of eight he was will find in it all that he needs to know of the man adopted by Commodore David Porter, who had re- Euripides, of the times in which he lived and the ceived kindnesses at the hands of Farragut's family circumstances under which he wrote, of his distinwhile in New Orleans; and when little more than guishing characteristics as a dramatist and poet, and nine years old was appointed midshipman in the of the history and fortunes of his works. Especially navy. In this capacity he accompanied Commodore valuable, not merely to the student of Euripides, Porter in his famous cruise in the Pacific Ocean, and but to all students of the golden age of Greek poeserved as captain's aide in the terrible fight of the try, is a chronological table of Euripides's life and Essex with the British ships Phæbe and Cherub. times, giving a political and a literary and artistic His professional precocity was such that at the age chronicle in parallel columns. of thirteen he was intrusted by the Commodore with ... Under the title of “Gems of Thought," * the temporary command of a vessel ; and at the un

* Gems of Thought : Being a Collection of more * The Life of David Glasgow Farragut, First Admi- than a Thousand Choice Selections, or Aphorisms, from ral of the United States Navy. Embodying his Journal nearly Four Hundred and Fifty Different Authors, and and Letters. By his Son, Loyall Farragut. With Por- on One Hundred and Forty Different Subjects. Comtraits, Maps, and Illustrations. New York: D. Apple- piled by Charles Northend, A. M. New York : D. Apton & Co. 8vo, pp. 586.

pleton & Co.

Mr. Charles Northend has brought together a col- from lullabys and nursery rhymes to selections from lection of more than a thousand selections from the old English ballads, and fills a large and hand. nearly four hundred and fifty authors, classified somely printed volume. All the old favorites are under a hundred and forty different heads, from there, together with many new pieces which deserve “Abstinence" (which had better have been called to become favorites; but in his desire to secure comTemperance) to “Zeal.” The selections are all prehensiveness, the editor appears to have dispensed brief, and for the most part moral and didactic, and, with any theory of selection or standard of merit. while some of them are gems of the purest water, Everything in verse that referred to children or others are a very inferior quality of paste. The au- dealt with child-life has been gathered in, and a thor's reading appears to have been curiously limited considerable portion of the volume is children's in range, nearly all the more modern passages be. poetry only in the sense that none but children ing taken from sermons or theological works, while could be induced to regard it as poetry. under“ Heroes,” Carlyle, the great apostle of hero- .... Few things in the way of fiction that have worship, who has written more fine things about appeared in “Harper's Half-Hour Series" are so heroes and heroism than all other writers combined, good as Mr. Barnet Phillips's novelette “Burning is not even mentioned. No doubt, however, the their Ships."

."* It is a piquant and animated story of book will be found useful where a more copious American life, with some good character-drawing on collection would only repel.

a miniature scale, and written in a crisp and vivacious ... The incomparable Chronicles of Froissart style, which affords a pleasure quite independent of have been the great storehouse from which nearly the interest felt in the narrative itself. ... Under all later writers have drawn their stories of chivalry the title of “Sealed Orders and Other Stories," + and adventure, and are themselves not less fascinat. Miss Elizabeth Stuart Phelps has gathered nearly a ing to-day than when they charmed the court circles score of the short stories and sketches which she has of Edward III. of England and King John of contributed to the various magazines since the apFrance five hundred years ago. Unfortunately, how- pearance of her last collection. They show much ever, like so many other good and interesting books, ingenuity of invention, and a surprisingly uniform they have long been crowded aside by the fleeting level of merit; but there is none, we think, quite so generations of ephemeral literature, and have been original and forceful as some of her earlier stories. the occasional reward of a literary knight-errantry ...“A Gentle Belle," I by Christian Reid, is a lovescarcely less daring than that which Sir John him- story of a pleasing if somewhat conventional kind, in self records. In “The Boy's Froissart," * Mr. Sid. which it is duly exemplified that the course of true ney Lanier has undertaken the pleasant task of ren- love never does run smooth, but that the virtues and dering this famous work acceptable to the class of vices are duly rewarded in the end. . . . Additional readers by whom its peculiar fascination will be best volumes in the “ New Plutarch" series, which started enjoyed. By eliminating the drier descriptive pas- off so grotesquely with Mr. Leland's “ Life of Linsages and the somewhat tedious dialogues of the ori- coln,” are “ Judas Maccabæus,” s by Claude Reignier ginal work, and by rearranging what remains, he Conder, R. E., and “Gaspard de Coligny,” | by Wal. has produced a version which is much briefer than ter Besant, M. A. The story of Judas Maccabæus the original, and more intelligible, while retaining forms one of the most important episodes in Jewish all its spirit, and fire, and romance. His own in- history, "if only," as the author says, “because it troduction to the volume is very good, though he explains how the nation first developed that peculiar would have done well to bear in mind Dickens's phase of character which marked it at the time when earnest protest against "writing down” to any class Christianity was given to the world.” The life of of readers ; and the illustrations are remarkably vig- Admiral Coligny, the martyr of St. Bartholomew's orous and animated.

day, affords the opportunity for describing that great ... Encouraged by the success of his general catastrophe which proved to be the death-blow of anthology, Mr. Henry T. Coates has compiled a the French Reformation, and which constitutes the “Children's Book of Poetry," + which he is perhaps most lurid page in the annals of the Church. correct in claiming to be the most comprehensive collection of the kind that has yet been made. It

* Harper's Half-Hour Series. Burning their Ships. contains upward of five hundred poems, ranging By Barnet Phillips. New York: Harper & Brothers.

18mo, pp. 120.

† Sealed Orders and Other Stories. By Elizabeth * The Boy's Froissart: Being Sir John Froissart's Stuart Phelps. Boston: Houghton, Osgood & Co. Chronicles of Adventure, Battle, and Custom, in Eng 16mo, pp. 345. land, France, Spain, etc. Edited for Boys with an In- IA Gentle Belle : A Novel. By Christian Reid. troduction by Sidney Lanier, Illustrated by Alfred New York: D. Appleton & Co. 8vo, PP. 142. Kappes. New York : Charles Scribner's Sons, 8vo, $ Judas Maccabæus, and the Jewish War of IndePp. 422.

pendence. By Claude Reignier Conder, R. E. New + The Children's Book of Poetry : carefully selected York: G. P. Putnam's Sons. 16mo, pp. 218. from the Best and most Popular Writers for Children. | Gaspard de Coligny (Marquis de Chatillon). By By Henry T. Coates. Illustrated with nearly 200 En- Walter Besant, M. A. New York: G. P. Putnam's gravings. Philadelphia : Porter & Coates. 8vo, pp. 525. Sons. 16mo, pp. 232.

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never having been mistaken. Madame Corneuil

said to her triumphantly: THE 'HE next afternoon the Count de Penneville “I congratulate you upon your penetration.

went to the Hôtel Gibbon, hoping to see You said that Monsieur de Miraval was entirely his uncle there, but he did not find him. He gained over to our side. It turns out that all left his card with a few words to express his his kindness did not even reach the first princiregret at having taken his drive for naught, and ples of civility. He came as a spy, and he has to tell him that Madame Véretz and daughter gone back at once to report to Madame de Pennewould be happy to see the Marquis de Miraval ville. We shall soon hear from him, and the at breakfast on the following day. The Marquis news will not be very pleasant. I am quite sure sent him his reply in the evening: he said that he that you did not know how to behave with him, was not well, and begged his nephew to excuse and said something which compromises us.” him to the ladies, whose kind attention touched “Is that the way I am in the habit of doing, him deeply. Uneasy about his uncle's health, my dear?" answered Madame Véretz. “I conHorace went in the morning, contrary to all his fess that such conduct surprises me. It is conhabitual custom, to inquire for him. This time trary to all my notions of the customs of nations. also the nest was empty, and the Count had both Before going to war, a gentleman should declare the regret at having lost his steps for nothing, it. This monster has concealed his game well.” and the pleasure of concluding that the invalid You have always been blindly confident.” must be well again.

“And yet evil tongues persist that I am a Urged by Madame Corneuil, he wrote to con- successful mancuvring mother. Do not overvey to him another invitation to breakfast. The whelm me, my darling ; what distresses me is Marquis replied by special dispatch that he had that an inheritance of two hundred thousand just decided to return to Paris

, and was much livres' income does not grow on every bush." grieved that he had not even time enough to bid “You think of nothing but the inheritance. them good-by.

That may well be questioned; but there is some This sudden and unexpected departure ex- dark plot going on, of which we shall soon see cited the pension Vallaud greatly. They talked the results. This old fellow is going to play of it for a full hour by the clock, and they some trick of his own upon us." talked of it on the days following. Monsieur de “Let us wait awhile,” said Madame Véretz; Penneville was the first to get over his surprise. “it needs heavy cannon to take fortresses. Say “Come what may,” thought he, “I am firm as a what you like, we may sleep at our ease in our rock," and he would soon have begun to link beds." of something else. The mother and daughter Three days after, Madame Véretz, unknown were less philosophical. Madame Véretz was to her daughter, went out very early to do her own painfully surprised, and keenly disturbed at hav- marketing, and, on her return, entered stealthily ing been so mistaken, for she prided herself upon into the apartment of the Count de Penneville,


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opened the door of his study, and with hand “I have another one still. You are not of the upon the latch said to him:

same age." • Do you want to know something, my pretty “She is seventeen months, two weeks, and bluebird ? Monsieur de Miraval has not left three days older than I. Is that worth talking Lausanne. I just met him crossing the Place about?" Saint-François."

" I hope your figures are right. I know your "That is impossible !” answered he, drop- strict exactness in all kinds of calculation. But ping his pen.

this woman is very mature in character, and you “ Perhaps it impossible, but it is more true will be a child all your life. It might be said of than impossible," said she, rushing off.

you as of the Bishop of Avranches, “When will Horace went forthwith to the Hôtel Gibbon, his reverence get through his studies ?' If you and was no more successful than before. He were in business, diplomacy, or politics, I should returned in the evening, and his perseverance say, 'Marry that phænix; your future will be sewas at last rewarded. He was overjoyed to see cure.' But it would be ridiculous for a perpetual Monsieur de Miraval assisting his digestion by scholar to marry Madame Corneuil. You flatter smoking a cigar on the terrace of the hotel. yourself that you are inspiring her with your own

“Well, uncle," said he, “I thought you had tastes and your enthusiasms, which only fill her gone?"

with indulgent compassion. You bore her with “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak," your talk about Manetho; but, as she has many answered the Marquis. “Lausanne is such a talents, one of them is that of sleeping without delightful town that I had not the courage to showing it." tear myself away."

“Have you finished, dear uncle ?” “Condescend to explain."

“My sweet friend, I will spare you the rest." “Come up into my room,” interrupted he; “Do you think that I would take the trouble “we can talk better there."

to reply?" As soon as they entered it, the Marquis threw "I will dispense with that; I am fully conhimself into a chair, murmuring, “ Oh, how tired vinced.” I am !” then he offered an easy-chair to his “ Have you written to my

mother?" nephew, who said to him:

“Not yet; I do not know what to write. I "Once for all, let us understand each other. am greatly embarrassed." Friend or enemy?"

• If you remember, you gave me your word “ Let us make a distinction. Friend of the of honor as an uncle and a gentleman that you dear fellow before me, but a determined enemy, would do nothing without my knowledge." a sworn enemy, and a mortal enemy to his mar- "Upon my word of honor, both as uncle and riage."

as a gentleman, you may see my letters. Come So Madame Corneuil was not so fortunate again in two days, at this same hour, because I as to please you?" resumed Horace, in a tone do not come in until dinner-time. I will show of bitter irony.

you my scrawls." "Quite the contrary," said the Marquis, sud- “ Now we understand each other," answered denly becoming excited. “You did not say enough Horace; “it is war, but an honorable war.” that was good about that woman. There is only And he took leave of his uncle without shakone word suitable-she is adorable."

ing hands, so deeply did he take to heart the im“But uncle, if that is so—"

pertinent insinuations of Monsieur de Miraval ; Adorable, I say it again; but not at all but on his way back he soon began to find them suited to you. And, to begin with, you think rather more amusing than impertinent. He endyou love her—you do not love her.”

ed by rehearsing them to himself laughingly, and “ Be kind enough to prove that.”

he also laughingly repeated them to Madame “No, you do not love her. You see her Corneuil, to whom he gave a minutely faithful through the medium of your mutual remem- and exact account of his visit at the Hôtel Gibbrances of travel, through the medium of the bon. His sincerity was rewarded by a most endelight you took in explaining the tomb of Ti to chanting smile and many evidences of lovely and her. You see her through Egypt and the Pha- delightful tenderness. As in the arbor, a radiant raohs. From the summits of the pyramids, forty brow was bent forward as if to meet his lips. centuries have looked down upon your betrothal, It is not true that there is no kiss like the first. and that is why your love is so dear to you. It The second filled Horace with such sweet intoxiis a pure mirage of the desert! Leave out Egypt, cation that he could not work the rest of the day leave out Ti, breathe on the rest, and nothing without abstraction. He was busy in rememremains."

bering it. " If that is your only objection-"

His surprises were not over. Upon going

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the next day but one to the rendezvous appointed confide your secrets to my mother? Have you by his uncle, he learned that Monsieur de Mira- in your pocket the scrawl of a letter which you val had left the evening before, and this time for were to show me?” good. No one could tell where he had gone. The Marquis answered neither yes nor no. He had paid his bill, and left the hotel without He walked up and down the room, cursing the further explanation. Did the Marquis suspect' rain which prevented everything, and every now that his inconsistent and whimsical behavior was and then he returned to the barometer, which he troubling greatly the heart of an adorable wo- tapped obstinately in hope that it might indicate man, and even disturbing her nightly repose? fair weather. Then in the midst of a lamentaMadame Corneuil was again overcome by these tion he took his hat and rushed out as brusquely perplexities, which told upon her disposition. as he had entered, in spite of his nephew's efforts Madame Véretz had hard work to defend her- to keep him to breakfast. self, although, to tell the truth, she was not in The next day, being Sunday, it did not rain, the least to blame.

thanks to Heaven, but it made up for it by blow“ Bah!” said Horace to them. “We distress ing very hard. The lake, lashed by the breeze, ourselves altogether too much about all this. was no longer itself; it had the appearance of What is the use of tormenting ourselves and an angry ocean. The Marquis returned at the bothering our heads about it? Let us not sus- same hour, looking as cross and as disturbed as pect dark mysteries where there are none at all. on the previous day, swearing against the wind I had not seen my uncle before for two years. as energetically as he had protested against the Perhaps, fresh as he seems, the approach of age rain. He could talk of nothing else, and again may make itself felt; perhaps he may not have tapped the barometer, but this time he wished to all his wits. He used always to know exactly make it fall. what he wanted, now he knows that no longer. “The stupid thing has gone up too high!” I am distressed about it, for I love him dearly; growled he. and, if he is losing his mind, I freely forgive him “It probably did not understand exactly what all the outrageous things he said to me."

you wanted it to do," said Horace. He did not know what to think when, at the I am in no mood for joking,” answered he, end of a week, one morning when it was pouring “and am going out.” hard, he saw Monsieur de Miraval enter his In vain Horace tried to keep him; he reached study, looking sober and melancholy, with cloud- the door and stairway, whither his nephew foled brow and lusterless eye.

lowed him, and then, taking his arm, said that “Where did you come from, uncle?" ex- he was determined to accompany him back to claimed he.

his hotel. He hoped that on his way thither he “Where should I come from if not from my might make him talk of something besides the hotel,” answered the Marquis.

wind. They had not gone fifty steps when they “But you left it a week ago.”

saw a carriage coming at full speed, as if to get "I mean the Hôtel Beau-Rivage, at the bor- out of the storm, and in it were Madame Véretz ders of the lake at Ouchy, the port of Lausanne, and her daughter. The ladies were returning where I settled myself, after I became dissatisfied from mass at Lausanne, where it has been celewith the Hôtel Gibbon."

brated ever since there has been a Catholic church

a “I know very well,” said Horace, “ that the on the Riponne. Hôtel Beau-Rivage is at Ouchy, neither am I ig- Just as they were about to cross, Madame norant of the fact that Ouchy is the port of Lau- Véretz, who was always on the lookout, gave an sanne. But I do not know why you changed order to the coachman, and the carriage stopped your quarters without letting me know."

short. Horace took care not to let go his uncle's “Excuse me, boy-I am so busy."

arm, and obliged him to halt. Evidently the “At what?”

charm at once began to act again, for as he drew “That is my secret.”

near the open door of the carriage, and the Mar" I am sorry for it, uncle, but your secret does quis encountered the glances of Madame Cornot make you happy. Where is all your brilliant neuil, his countenance fell. He bowed awkgayety? You seem as sober to me to-day as wardly, muttered a few words utterly devoid a prison-lock. Can you be tormented by re- of sense or any pretensions thereto, then, freemorse?"

ing himself from his nephew's grasp, he made “Where do you get the idea that I have re- another bow, and, turning his back upon them, morse? This cursed rain troubles me. Look at disappeared. that lake ; it is rough and ugly. Does it always He grows more and more inexplicable," rain hereabouts? Have you a barometer?" said Madame Véretz. "I begin to think his con

“Here is one at your service. Pray, do you science troubles him.”

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