affection should rally about a piece of striped bunt- | hills only make the proper line of defense and of demarkation. France would be weaker with the western bank of the river to protect than she is to-day; the only additional towns eastward to which she would ever urge claim, if any were to be urged, would be those of Landau and Saar-Louis.

Of course their two majesties would say something of that uneasy French spirit which breaks out from time to time in a yearning for the Rhine; but what it may have been we can not tell. Of course, too, that Roman question, as possibly involving new struggles upon the Italian borders of Germany, would have its passing appreciation; but what King William said of this we can not tell. We only know that, like a good Protestant, he hates the Pope and loves Germany, and is jealous of Austria. Of course these two monarchs would have somewhat to say of thalers-England and her fleets; but coquettishly very like

not content with consigning the "suspects" to an American "Bastile" without form of trial, was now guilty of the unheard-of tyranny of suppressing journals devoted to pure science! Perhaps the wags suggested-the great Mr. Seward will com

with the North or with the South, lest one way it | talk against a Republican Administration, which, might smack of liberalism, or the other way might favor the possible triumph of revolution; last, her Government, half liberal, wholly British, coyly balancing itself between contending opinions, expressing magniloquent regrets, and steering cautiously, as every British cabinet always has steered, and al-mand the sun and moon to stand still! ways will steer, in whatever channel, whether old or new, promises the largest accession to British wealth and British power.

So absurd a mistake could not float long without correction; a sober second thought would have done it, even if Mr. Motley had not thought the matter worthy of a diplomatic note of emendation.

THIS little causserie brings us pleasantly into the streets of Paris, where, as yet, the autumn leaves have hardly thrown down the first withered token of October. But death is in the air. Only the oth

Of course nobody knows what the Prussian King and the French Emperor talked of. We dare say it was a pleasant visit: the meats we know were good; the palace we know is beautiful; the guests we know were courteous; and with another royal kiss, dropped this time upon the brow of the imperial heir, the King went home, to Dusseldorf, to Berlin, to Kö-er day it was Madame de Solm, a brilliant woman nigsberg, and to the processional mummeries with of manifold accomplishments-young, rich, courted whose story we began. -who last year lighted up her hotel with theatric fêtes, in which she was actress and author, winning plaudits in both rôles, and winning admiration every where: now they make a grand funeral for her.

well.

AT the first announcement of this royal visit the London Times, settling upon it with a warm leader, hatched out a terrific brood of prognostics; and from having been the best abuser of every thing Prussian-anent the Macdonald brawl of last summer- THEN, Rose Cheri, the pretty, arch, accomplished now showed most logically and unmistakably how queen of the Gymnase, who entered into a good story Prussia was in fact very British, and should be the of Scribe's with such heartiness and buoyancy that it best friend of England; and how their good ally the seemed as if it were no story of Scribe's you looked Emperor was a very astute and wily man, who on, but only a bit of Rose Cheri's own life. She demeant always "the Rhine for border," and Prus- serves to have a better word spoken for her than sia should beware of him. But Continentalists ap- could be spoken for most French actresses. There preciate the Times-we are sorry to see America was no badness in her look; and, if rumor may be does not. It gives, to be sure, the best daily read- trusted, none in her life. She wore the face of a ing in the world; the most salient, the most crisp, good, kind, clever woman, that will never beam on the most digestible, the most various. It has ar- the full seats of the Gymnase again. She has playrowy logic; it has marrowy fullness; but it is dog-ed her last part now, and they say she played it matic, bigoted, all-sided, except only-persistently British. It never shows courtesy to men or nations; it satirizes the Emperor at the very time when he is ALPHONSE DUMAS is the name of another dead the guest of the Queen; it sneers at the Prince Roy-one, who almost needs introduction. Not the great al of Prussia while the Prince is courting the Queen's daughter; it criticises English generalship as insolently as it does the Austrian or Italian. More than a score of times within the last ten years it has abused every government in Europe by turns more roundly than it has abused our own in the summer past. The French Emperor, who has come in for a larger share of its contempt and its praises than any other monarch, shows a good sense (larger than Mr. Seward's) in reading it every morning with his breakfast. In nine cases out of ten, on any international topic, it shows the unmistakable drift of the leading and governing opinions of England. Observe, we say the leading and governing opinions; not necessarily the most enlightened or liberal; not always the most Christian or advanced opinions, but the opinions which control national action. For this reason, aside from its cleverness, it carries weight and commands respect. For a man to get angry with a newspaper is a very foolish thing; but for a people to get angry with a newspaper is more foolish still.

Alexandre; but a far away cousin, and a good type of those earnest, hopeful poets, who think themselves born for literary work, who never despair, who write poems that are rejected, who write poems that are published, who never succeed, who never know why, who write to the last, and who die in harness. How many such; not in Paris only!

M. THIERS brings his great epic of the Consulate and Empire toward a close. The nineteenth volume is before the public; swift in its march of events, highly colored, dramatic, French. The central figure of the hero appears in the grand part of the Elban exile. His quick eye following over sea the miserable errors that are breaking down the supports of the Restoration; and his proud heart yearning toward the fair land that he loves and prizes "comme une maitresse." And so, the eagles that were the companions in his glory, sailing from steeple to steeple, and from town to town, led back his steps, an easy conqueror, to the capital. Flatteries and submission wait upon him, while the weak king has fled; and he assumes again the new burden of power. But a grave sadness is in the story, which is the shadow of the coming fall. No French step approaches the battle-ground of Waterloo but it startles mournful recollections. The brilliant charges, the elan, the waves of flashing steel surge vainly

IN the Academy of Sciences, a day or two since, M. Faye announced, with some particularity, that he had received a notification from the conductor of the American Astronomical Journal that the issue of that paper would thenceforth be suspended on account of the war. The next day's journals, how-round the imperturbable and unmoving ranks of the ever, represented that the astronomical paper in question had been suppressed by the United States authorities. Whereupon there chanced very harsh

Saxon. It is a field of defeat. They may gild the dome of the Invalides that arches over the great tomb bright as they will, yet the thought of the

solitary grave, with its weird willow, at St. Helena, | the Emperor promises large appropriations for the haunts the memory of a Frenchman.

THE little flurry occasioned by the increased price of bread has passed by; and it is probable that owing to the increase of the stock of grain, by enormous foreign purchases, which are now arriving freely, there will be no occasion for its renewal. Work is proceeding with more than the usual activity upon the newly-opened parks and thoroughfares, as well as upon the palaces of the Tuileries and Elysées Bourbon.

purpose of remedying this condition. The best engineering talent is to be employed, and the hill countries of Lamousin, of Languedoc, and of Brittany, are at length to have the advantage of capital thoroughfares, kept in the best possible condition by the state.

It is hoped, furthermore, that this direction of the public funds will promote in the agricultural districts that love of rural pursuits which is found to be lamentably on the wane. To such an extent is this true, that in many departments it is exceedingly difficult to find capable laborers for the effective tillage of the soil, or for the securing of the harvests. The great works which have been in progress in the capital, and the construction of railways, by offer of higher wages, have drawn away very much of the muscle of the country, and the indulgences of a city life have corrupted the simple tastes of the old peasantry. It is felt that the permanent health of the nation demands, if possible, a reflux of this great tide city-ward back again to the country. The communal roads under an improved condition, it is believed, will contribute to this end, by establishing easier and more prompt communication with the great centres of trade, and assuring a readier market.

To the same end the Government is favoring, in every practicable way, the re-establishment of old country families, who by their presence and patronage, for a part of the year at least, may serve to stay the unrest of the peasants, and quicken interest in their homes.

WHILE speaking of the city improvements in Paris, it is worthy of mention that the largest expenditures have gone to promote the health and comfort of the poorer classes. The narrow alleys and courts which carried pestilential miasma in them have given place to wide streets, abundance of air, and health-giving fountains. The opening of the Park Monceaux gave at once a magnificent garden to the enjoyment of the tens of thousands who live in the neighborhood of the Batignolle; and it is related with becoming pride, how fifty thousand persons, mostly of the humbler classes, tramped over it all day long upon the occasion of its opening, without doing damage to the amount of fifty francs to either flowers, walks, or shrubbery. The square about the old tower of Jacquerie, in the midst of the poor people of Les Halles, cost the municipality two millions of francs, and is enjoyed only by the poor. The wood of Vincennes gives a park only second to the Bois de Boulogne to the close quarters of St. Antoine; and in the neighborhood of the Conservatoire des Métiers has been opened a public square, which, of a pleasant afternoon, can hardly be entered by a late visitor for the throngs of women and children. Trees are planted with a view to the absorption of noxious gases, and minute scientific inquiries have been instituted by the Government with a view to ascertain what varieties will most contribute to the public health, and under what conditions their action will be most effective. With the exception of the private garden of the Tuileries and of the Elysées Bourbon, the public are not denied free admission to any considerable grounds in the city. There are no "locked up" squares as in London-enjoyable only by those possessing a key through purchase. Again, while the public improvements in London have been, Even the feuilletonistes, who in the good gone and continue to be, mostly at the west end, thus days of the top-knot, bourgeois King Louis, scarce profiting those already who had free air and health-left their city escritoires for so much of shaven counful exercise at command, the municipal changes in Paris, although accomplished by arbitrary power, have contributed to the well-being of the most needy and helpless of the population.

The chateaux whose courts were overgrown with weeds are in process of repair. The plantations are revived. A new taste for field-sports is promoted. The streams are stocked, under the direction of Paris savans, with new tribes of fish. Fashion declares stoutly against autumn in Paris. The Emperor is at Compeigne. Walewski gives fêtes at his charming estate of Etiolles. Vichy, Plombières, Pau, and Aix, are full. The Countess of Perigny has a score of guests at her chateau of Charamande. And the Prince Napoleon, just now back from his swift Atlantic trip of the summer, goes to his farm near Villegenis, where a Scotch bailiff, and sleek Ayrshire cattle, and consummate drainage, almost cheat one into the belief that the soil is British soil, and the landlord a Bedford or a Derby.

try as blesses the eye in the meadows of St. Cloud, now take their two months' vacation at Caudebec, watching the tide; at Harfleur, watching the sea and the sails; at Pau, scrambling on the mountains; at Biarritz, waiting the Empress; or in Savoy, WITH the same rare sagacity that has distin- surveying the new addenda of the Empire. If these guished his expenditures hitherto, the Emperor Na-things do not show an incline toward decentralizapoleon is now turning his attention to the improve- tion of power, they at least indicate very surely a ment of the smaller country roads of France. It is great decentralization of taste. argued, and very justly, that while the immense impetus which has been given to railway develop- APROPOS of the Prince Napoleon, whom we just ment in the Empire has quickened the trade of now named, he has made his report to the Emperor special localities and added largely to the public of his American reception, of his impressions of our wealth, yet the benefit will not fully accrue to re- new Cabinet, of his night at Manassas, and of his tired districts unless easy transportation is insured judgment of the two parties at issue. What may to the great lines of communication. It is a nota- be the Imperial action upon this report, or what ble fact that even in England the price of land has complexion the report may wear, only the wildest retrograded in certain localities, from the fact that guesses tell, thus far. Of what is certain, these they are relatively at a greater distance from good facts may be safely counted; first, that before the markets than before the days of railway communi-year closes the French will have a powerful fleet in the cation. The same is doubly true in France; and Gulf of Mexico; second, that no sovereign in Europe

deplores the existing American controversy more Fahrenheit, and sufficient for the ordinary supply of than the Emperor of France; third, that in view of a population of half a million of people. Judge if the discontents at Lyons, and shortened exportations the new well of Passy may not be counted a wonof silk, under the Morrill Tariff, French sympathy with the North is far less than at the beginning; fourth, that France will in no case attempt to break the established blockade, except in conjunction with the fleets of England and of Spain; and fifth, that she will enter into no such combination, except the distress in the manufacturing centres, incident to a short supply of cotton, and the shortened demand for French fabrics, shall show imminent danger of revolutionary outbreak.

Or lesser mention we note the chess championship of Mr. Paulsen. Without altogether making good the place of Mr. Morphy, his play attracts much attention. Mr. Buckle (of the Civilization), an adroit amateur, was lately one of many witnesses to a blindfold contest of Paulsen's against ten of the best players of London. Commencing at early evening, the contest was ended shortly after midnight with the following result: Mr. Paulsen gained two, lost three, and five were declared drawn. Mr. Staunton was not one of the combatants; nor does it appear, although the Shakspeare labor is now off his hands, that he is willing to imperil his reputation by a trial with Mr. Paulsen.

THE Haworth Rectory, where "Jane Eyre" was written, has been made vacant by the death of Mr. Nichols, the husband of the distinguished authoress. The low stone house, with its weird wastes of heather stretching round, must make a melancholy home for what family may come. Always the gray house and the heather fields will be haunted gloriously by the great shadows of the genius that once brooded over them.

"if I were to die ten times over, I should never make you cry half so much as I have made you laugh."

THE FIRST RECORD OF CORPORAL PUNISHMENT. MY DEAR EDITOR,-You city-folk, who live next door to shops where you can get any thing at a moment's notice, can not appreciate the inconveniences to which we country-people are liable. All that I had to say about Professor Bush, etc., could have been written on a half sheet of note-paper; yet for the want of this I was obliged to send you an unfinished note. One thing and another has prevented me from completing it, and I am mortified to find that you have printed the fragment which I sent you. I will now briefly finish it.

I was going to tell you what Mr. Bush said about Doctor Cox. I think you knew the Professor, as he was called, though I imagine his Hebrew Professorship in the University involved neither duties nor emolument. A more thoroughly conscientious man never lived. Up to middle age, and I think beyond, he was theologically orthodox, and his learning and abilities assured him a prominent place in his denomination. At length he began to doubt on various points, and withdrawing from his clerical functions betook himself to writing; finally, as you know, he became a Swedenborgian.

When I first knew him he was in the middle stage of his career. I was then occasionally employed as

were printed. One day a package of his copy was missing; and I was obliged to go to his room to inform him of the loss. I wish I could describe that room. Walls, floor, windows, every thing were full of books, covered thickly with dust. The Professor sat at a little desk, with a sort of circular book-case around it, containing such books as he needed for constant reference. He was not in the least angry at the loss of his copy, but undertook to re-write it; a labor, I do not doubt, of a fortnight.

For our next month's pages we put over opportu-Proof-reader" in the printing-office where his works nity to tell how the great serf-emancipation problem is working itself out in Russia; how Warsaw is still threatful and full of dangerous mourners; how Turkey is putting all her Ottoman valor to the test for the conquest of the Christian mountaineers of Montenegro; how Austria finds graver struggle than ever with her disobedient Hungarians; how Cialdini, having swept out the brigands of Calabria, gives place to the General della Marmora; how Florence has bloomed out in festivities over the inauguration of an Industrial Palace; how the Pope, like Giant Dagon sitting at his cave's mouth, still mumbles the old bones, and will not go; how Spain, with a wonderful recuperation of energy, is pushing forward men and ships for a new conquest of her old Cortéz domain; how the roses and the chestnuts are mak- We were printing a volume of Poems. You know ing the October fields fragrant with strange flowers; that when a printer takes out a portion of "copy" how the European year is marching to its close with, he writes his name on each leaf; these names are murmurs of storm, and clash of swords, and din of transcribed on each page of proof, to show who set artillery, and the untimely bloom of gardens.

Editor's Drawer.

ADDISON said that Cheerfulness is the best

Speaking of Proof-readers brings to mind a score of anecdotes which I would like to write out; but I must not do so here, as they would interrupt what I have to say about Professor Bush. I will, however, put down one.

it up.
It happened that the printers engaged on
this volume were Good, Scott, Poor, and French,
whose names, of course, were written on the proofs
sent to the author. One day he came into the office
in great tribulation.

"I notice," said he, "that some critical remark Hymn to the Divinity. And a merry heart, is appended to almost every one of my poems. I with a good conscience, is a constant song of praise. don't know who writes them, but I can not agree To be vexed with every little care that comes is with him. Some are called 'good,' but they are no folly, and it would be wiser and better to laugh at better than those marked 'poor,' in my opinion, or all the ills of life than be forever in the dumps in that of literary friends whom I have consulted. and tears. There was some philosophy in Jones of Again, 'Scott' is written against others, intimating, Boston, who took a caning in the street without a I suppose, that they are borrowed from Sir Walter word of complaint or resistance, and when he was Scott. Now I have carefully read through all of reproached for his patience, he said, "I never med- Scott's poems, for this special purpose; and I assert dle with what passes behind my back." Titus said that there is not the remotest resemblance between that he lost a day if one passed by without his hay- them and any one of mine. Then some are said to ing a hearty laugh. The pilgrims at Mecca consider be 'French. Now I do not understand that lanit so essential a part of their devotion, that they guage at all, and so could not, if I would, plagiarizo call upon their Prophet to preserve them from sad from it. I am glad to avail myself of any just critfaces. "Ah!" cried Rabelais, with an honest pride,icism; but these are so unfair that I must ask that as his friends were weeping around his death-bed, they be discontinued."