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knees with her head bent forward on the placing it on one side, continued her hopeless ground. Before, however, I had time to plunge flight. But I was now close on her, and having the knife into her back, she rose unexpectedly become desperate with heat and fever, I sprang and made off with a staggering pace, but only on her downwards, risking all, and thrust the to fall prostrate a gunshot farther on. I now knife into her heart. Ah, la pauvre bête ! considered there was no danger, and going up to mais je lui aurais fait grâce,” said Henri Jesson, the animal, I prepared with confidence to end the one of the guests, who felt compassion for the adventure. It was here I learnt that lesson of poor sow, so tender for a helpless being, even in which I have since realised the importance on the trying moment of her own extremity. “ Et many an occasion namely, to distrust the ap- moi, Messieurs," replied the Count, “ qui avais penrances of exhaustion in powerful and dan- perdu deux dents !” And with this the Count gerous animals. On bending over this appar- raised his upper lip, and exhibited the vacant ently lead sow, to ascertain the precise wherea- space once occupied by two front teeth, knocked bouts of her mortal wound, she started up sud-out in his collision with the gentle sow.
St. Paul's. denly, and dealing me with her head a blow on the mouth that sent me reeling, she bolted off full gallop and left me unconscious on the
HERALDIC ANIMALS. — Among the wild aniground. On recovering the shock, which was mals are elephants, lions, tigers, wolves, bears, å most severe one, I perceived the sow had again antelopes, stags, lynxes, porcupines, foxes, and relaxed in her pace, and I rushed after her wild boars, not to mention hogs and pigs and breathing rage and vengeance. Fortunately, a piglings innumerable, long-tailed, short-tailed, team of bullocks had passed in the interval, and and curly-tailed. Concerning all these denizens diverted her from the marshes — where I should of the forest, the most remarkable thing is the assuredly have lost her — and at the same time a unanimity that reigns among them in regard to shepherd and his dog had intercepted her return one particular matter; what I mean is, that, to the cover. She had consequently struck di- with an occasional exception in favour of the rectly into the high road, which was indeed her pigs and piglings, ove and all of them stand on only alternative, unless she had faced round in their hind legs. Whatever else they do, they are detiance of my drawn and shining knife. I had 'sure to do that; with their fore feet and paws no time to reload, for though the sow ran limp- they may push against some shield or hatehment, ing, her puce was rapid enough to try my ut- they may grasp as best they can a dagger or : most wind, and I was compelled at last to drop battle-axe, or flourish their tails aloft ani espan my piece in order to run more lightly. After their nostrils as if eager for the fight; but under some twenty minutes of this exercise, a party of any circumstances they decline to settle down on field labourers approached in the opposite direc- all fours, so that I am forced to conclude that the tion, and the sow turned off immediately into the position which is natural to their congeners is open fallows. Here my strength began to fail, foreign to them. With regard to some of them but I still held on, encouraged by the sight on there are certain cabalistic expressions used one side of some horses feeding, and, on the other, which it is possible, if one could get at their sig. of a straw cottage. These objects seemed to pre- nification, would throw some light on their hisvent the sow from diverging, and I was able to tory. Thus, concerning a leopard with spots on keep her in view for a long distance ahead. She his body as big as pancakes, it is gravely stated had now decidedly the best of it, I being reduced that he is “countercompony of the first and secto a walking pace and she being out of sight. ond.” If the reader can solve the mystery inPres ntly, however, I saw her running back to- volved in that expression he is a much cleverer wards me, having been turned, I presume, by fellow than I am. Again, a porcupine poussetsorne object which I was too distant to perceive. ting, who has had his quills combed down I thought it was her intention to attack me, in- smooth and sleek, is described as “
gyronny of stead of which she turned off obliquely and fol- eight,” which expression is also too crabbed for lowed an open cartway leading to the entrance of my powers of penetration. A lion who seems to a large farm. Here she began to run more stand ill at ease, as though on one leg rather frintly, and I gained upon her sensibly. She than two, presents an enigma somewhat less difthen stopped for an instant, but seemed immedi- ficult; concerning him it is said, “ lions gamb ately to recover her strength and proceeded to erased in bend within a boudure,” by which I limp on with fresh courage. Another moment understand some accident or other to the anibrought her to the farm-yard, into which she ran mal's leg ; gamb means leg, of course, and the without hesitation and i followed close behind erasure, which must be an injury of some kind, her. A pathway through the farm led to low may have been consequent on the brute's having ground visible from the entrance. Into this put his foot into chancery somehow or other, as pathway the sow struck forthwith, and you will seems to me to be intimated by the term “ within imagine my horror on perceiving right before her
a boudure." In the case of one of the lynxes, I on the ground an infant of tender years, sitting find the expressions made use of to describe him, heerlless of all peril, alone at play. The sow ran or it may be something belonging to him, are straight at the child, and I closed my eyes in pain a bend cotised sa,” the purport and propriety as already in funcy I saw it dashed into the air, of which, I am sorry to say, I am not lynx-eyed or killed and mangled on the spot. Not so, gen- enough to discover. tlemen. She took it up most gently, and softly i
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“ ALWAYS WITH US."
Forgave her sin, and changed her lot, Ou, Charity, of virtues first
And raised her up, and bade her go Oh, holy prompting of the heart,
In peace, and taught us all below That bids us choose the better part,
A lesson we have nigh forgot. But most in Heaven's mercy trust !
And, " always with us,” still we find For mercy every night we pray;
These ever-present at our side, We daily ask that Heaven's decree
Yet from our hearts the truth we hide, May lightly fall on us, as we
That we and they are Christian-kind. Our duty to our fellows pay.
Ah, that His light would shine again, But in our daily life we see
To show us where our duty lies, Great Sin that stalks around us still,
And wake compassion in our days And yet we show nor way nor will
Like that which shone from His at Nain !
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THE PROUDEST LADY.
THE Queen is proud on her throne, God's images in kindred clay?
And proud are her maids so fine, Like Cain, we ask that question still — But the proudest lady that ever was known, “Our brother's keeper how are we?”
Is a little lady of mine. And though we murder not as he,
And oh ! she flouts me, she flouts me ! Our Abels by neglect we kill.
And spurns, and scorns, and scouts me! The City's alleys, foul and damp,
Though I drop on my knee and sue for grace, Show sights to give the angels awe,
And beg and beseech with the saddest face,
Still ever the same she doubts me.
A lily's almost as tall;
But ah ! this little lady's by far Yet our fraternal hearts are dumb,
The proudest lady of all. And feel no pulse of foster-birth.
It's her sport and pleasure to flout me!
To spurn, and scorn, and scout me! We shrug our shoulders when we meet,
But ab ! I've a notion it's nought but play,
And that, say what she will and feign what she
She can't well do without me. We mutter in 'side-whispered talk,
When she rides on her nag, away, “ How dreadful is this City's sin !” We- in our wealth of warmth within;
By park, and road, and river,
In a little hat, so jaunty and gay, They — pacing wearily the walk,
Oh ! then she's prouder than ever ! With awful eyes, and hungry glare,
And oh ! what faces, what faces ! Still seeking what they may devour, What petulant, pert grimaces ! With more of horror in an hour
Why, the very pony prances and winks, Than we in half a life could bear.
And tosses his head, and plainly thinks Whose is the greater sin,
He may ape her airs and graces.
or ours, Or theirs ? We are not tried as they, But at times like a pleasant tune, Whose living deaths from day to day
A sweeter mood o'ertakes her; Make torture of those even hours,
Oh! then she's sunny as skies of June, Which gracious Heaven permits to glide
And all her pride forsakes her. In quiet comfort o'er our heads,
Oh ! she dances around me so fairly ! Who, sleeping soft in downy beds,
Oh ! her laugh rings out so rarely ! Regard our easy lot with pride;
Oh ! she coaxes, and nestles, and purrs, and
pries, As if ourselves that lot had made,
In my puzzled face with her two great eyes,
And owns she loves me dearly.
Ay, the Queen is proud on her throne,
And proud are her maids so fine; We knew our sins already shriven;
But the proudest lady that ever was known,
Is this little lady of mine. And, holding heritage in Heaven,
Good lack ! she flouts me, she fouts me! But waited to assume our place.
She spurns, and scorns, and scouts me! Christians of course, but all our years But ah! I've a notion it's nought but play, Forgetful of our Suviour's law,
And that, say what she will and think what she Who, when the Magdalen He saw
may, Washing His fect with bitter tears,
She can't well do without me.
From The Quarterly Review. that the day would come when I should be A Memoir of the Right Hon. Hugh Elliot. obliged to mix diplomacy with every action of
By the Countess of Minto. Edinburgh, my life? There were moments when, dismissing 1868.
the apxieties caused me by these trickeries, We should be sorry to chill the hopes ! burst out laughing to think that I was director cloud the prospects of a distinguished ing the most important interests in concert with and popular class of public servants, but foreign ambassadors and ministers. Behold me
surrounded by the Pope's Nuncio, Monseignor are afraid that diplomacy has seen its best days; and that if steam, elec- Marcy Argenteau, Austrian Ambassador ; the
Giraud, Archbishop of Damas ; the Count of tricity, and responsible government have English Ambassador, Viscount Stormont ; M. not proved its ruin, they are rapidly ac- de Monecnigo ; and all the other great and petty celerating its decline. An ambassador at a members of the diplomatic body. How sly I corrupt or despotic Court, several days' or was with that Moncenigo, who was sly in everyweeks' journey from his own country, had thing. How reserved I was with Lord Storample scope for the display of tact, insight mont, who phlegmatically tried to win me over into character, knowledge of affairs, and to the interests of England. He was eternally even statesmanship. He had to deal with hanging about me. I could not guess the reafavourites, as well as with ministers of state. son of his tiresome assiduity. At last, one fine He had to humour caprices, and watch for day, he told me that his Court desired to give happy moments the mollia tempora fandi me proofs of its good-will
, that it contemplated — as well as to draw up prototols or dic-offering me an annual present worthy of it
and me. tate despatches. Instead of telegraphing
“My Lord,” I replied, in a severe
tone, for instructions, he was obliged to act upon honours with his friendship is rich enough to
“ the woman whom the King of France his own judgment and responsibility on the
make presents, and esteems herself sufficiently spur of the occasion, when haply the fate
to receive none !”, of kingdoms depended on the success or failure of an intrigue. It was a mistress, A pupil in the Chesterfield school would Madame de Pompadour, irritated by some have avoided such a blunder, and this was conteinptuous expressions imprudently let the school in which the most renowned didrop by Frederic the Great, that induced plomatists of the eighteenth century were France to join the combination against him brought up. The Prince de Broglie, who in the Seven Years' War; and many simi- dates (and, we think, a little antedates) the lar instances might be adduced in favour of subversive change in diplomacy from the Voltaire's well-known theory of causation French Revolution, speaks thus of its proin history — that great events are brought fessors or practitioners prior to 1789:about by small things. When empires were
• Their memory was a gallery of living porruled by loose or capricious women, there ' traits, and their conversation, studded over with were no bounds to the influence which an the most august names, but marked by a disaccomplished and quick-witted man of the creet malignity, resembled that which is often world might exercise; and prior to the carried on in the vestibule about the habitués of French Revolution a Court or Government the château. There is nothing offensive in such controlled by reason, or anything that could a comparison. During a régime under which be called policy, was rather the exception kings represented the entire State, faithful dothan the rule. Many men, in all nations, mestic service without meanness was a natural long for peace,' says Carlyle, speaking of form of patriotism. A large portion of their 1759; but there are Three Women at the wandering lives was also spent in the pursuit of top of the world who do not: their wrath, sensuality and elegance, in sumptuous fêtes, various in quality, is great in quantity, and where they were hosts and guests by turns, disasters do the reverse of appeasing.'
wherever they pitched their tents. They gave These three women were Elizabeth of Rus the signal for pleasure. Strange pastime, it will sia, Maria Theresa, and Madame Pompa- nations. But this judgment would be as super
be said, for the depositaries of the destinies of dour.
ficial as pedantic ; for if their policy was frivo*Ah, my friend ! [writes Madame du Barri] lous, their frivolity was still oftener political who would have told me in my fifteenth year These diversions were but an occasion for en.
countering on the pacific territory of a salon, in which give piquancy to private corresponthe midst of songs, flowers, and festivity, the dence or memoirs : that the old school are rival of the eve become the doubtful friend of praetically extinct already; and that consethe morning ; to observe him when off his quently a real service to historical and biguard in the whirl of dissipation, and by the ographical literature is rendered by any one charm of private relations to soften the too rude who rescues from oblivion an active and vaconduct, and denilen the too clashing contact, ried diplomatic career of the olden time. of public interests. Besides, what ease in sus. Such a career cannot fail to illustrate the taining the weight of the heaviest affairs ! what art in untying the knots ! What reserve, exempt annals of the period; and such a career
manners and morals as well as the political from restraint in the laisser-aller of a trifling or animated conversation! What strategy hid- pre-eminently fitted to amuse and instruct, den under the mask of good-huinour ! What is now before us in ‘A Memoir of the finesse in insinuation! What vivacity in the Right Hon. Hugh Elliot,' by the Countess repartee! Entrusted to these light hands, the of Minto. stormy communication of nations retained to The subject of this memoir was by no the very eve of armed conflict, and resumed on means a model diplomatist. Some of his the very morrow of battle, the character of best as well as his exceptionable qualities graceful amenity befitting the commerce of men were ill-suited to the vocation. of high rank and similar education.'*
high-spirited, impulsive, and imprudent, as He adds, with something like a sigh of well as clear-sighted, sagacious, and quick
witted. His self-indulgent habits, with his regret:
incurable irregularity, formed a grave draw• Our generation has seen the wrecks of this back to his imperturbable presence of mind, artificial and brilliant group, to which the Res- his chivalrous courage, his varied acquiretoration of 1815 brought back some days of ments, his ready wit, his powers of convertransitory éclat. The spectacle was curious, sation, and his admitted charm of manner. and I like to recall the memory of it, more es. But if this sort of man occasionally gets pecially now that this product of another age of the world has been buried forever under suc- tional line, he has also methods of his own
into difficulties by overstepping the convencessive layers of revolutions.'
for getting out of them; and his biography, In the course of a valuable paper on besides being the more interesting in itself, • The Diplomatic Service,' Sir Henry Bul- is so much the better adapted for placing in wer plausibly contends that the result of broad relief the peculiarities of the Courts the alteration should be increased care in to which he was successively accredited. the choice of our diplomatic agents, and a His character being of this composite marked improvement in their character:- sort, the duty of evolving and portraying
• The affairs which were lispingly discussed it bas fortunately been undertaken by a in the lady's chamber are now seriously debated granddaughter who has inherited its brightin the representative assembly ; and the secrets est points, is on a par with him in fancy, timidly uttered round the fauteuil of the Minis- feeling, and accomplishments, can follow ter are publicly printed in the daily papers. him in his most discursive flights, and apThe nation is no longer circumscribed within the preciate him in his most erratic moods. limits of a Court. It is necessary, then, that Her materials, independent of fainily tradidiplomcy should become acquainted with the tions and reminiscences, consist of two nation itself.'
portions or classes of correspondence: the This raises a grave and difficult question first, composed of letters written by or reupon which we are not at present disposed lating to Mr. Elliot; the second, of letters to enter. The sole point to which we wish private and official, written to him at difto direct attention is that the new school ferent periods. These fill several volumes, rarely requiring, will rarely be chosen for, and the nicest discrimination was required the personal qualities which create interest in dealing with them; but not only are the or be frequently placed in circumstances selections made with excellent judgment
* La Diplomatie et Le Droit Nouveau. Par Al- and unimpeachable good taste, – they are bert de Broglie. Paris, 1868.
pointed by reflections, and connected by