poser, a chorus-singer in a second-rate theatre, outcast and excommunicated to the very marrow of my bones. How I admire the success of my parents' efforts to snatch me from the abyss! He helped himself a little by getting pupils on the guitar and flute. It is a curious fact, by the way, that Berlioz's ability to play upon instruments was confined to the guitar, flute, flageolet, and drum; a surprising thing in view of his original and, as many think, colossal compositions; nearly all other great composers have been also remarkable players, like Haydn, Handel, Beethoven, Mozart, Mendelssohn, Bach, Chopin, Liszt, etc. Berlioz worked severely in the days of his poverty and discouragements, and broke down his health for a time; he all but died by a severe attack of some throat affection, saving himself "by one night operating upon his own throat with a pen-knife." His marriage was an instance of his daring and independence in giving to the winds every consideration of groveling prudence, as he thought it, when it crossed the impulses of art or passion. He loved Henriette Smithson, whom he saw as Ophelia at the time when Shakespeare became the idol of a flaming enthusiasm in him. He writes: abides with thee as a very tender memory, more grave, violation of English order — that of The intensity of Berlioz appears in all his writing of every sort, as given in the translator's selections, even in the humorous sketches and letters, which are many and very entertaining. He seems to make the most of everything, from the point of view of effect; but perhaps it was because he saw more than others. His "raptures were not conjured up to serve occasions of poetic pomp" any more than the gentle Cowper's, though a greater contrast can hardly be imagined. His intense emotions were real as far as they went; genuine, if not deep. It is thus he speaks of what he calls a "grotesque virtue that exasperated him: " In the last act of one of M. Scribe's operas Jenny Bell), we see an enchanting young girl submit to the paternal will and marry a fat old fool of a goldsmith, virtuously passing herself off as a flirt to send away a young man she loves struck me as frightful; it put me in a passion. and who tenderly loves her. This catastrophe SO THE THE HUGUENOTS. HE half century, beginning with the accession of Francis I, and ending with the Massacre of the Huguenots, on St. Bartholomew's Day (1515–1572), is the most important in French history, and one of the most dramatic. We do not except the epoch of the French Revolution, because the overthrow of the hopes of religious liberty of France in the sixteenth century was the cause of the temporary success of infidel license in the eighteenth. "Though the ceeding small," and the answer of history to mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exthe horrible massacres of St. Bartholomew's Day is to be found in the equally horrible massacres of the Reign of Terror. The discontent of the people was stifled by Catherine de Medici and the Guises, but not strangled; and the movement toward freedom which, under the guidance of such men as Condé and Admiral Coligny would have been restrained by conscience and the fear of God, under the guidance of Diderot and Berlioz was born Dec. 11, 1803, and died Robespierre, and having gathered headway Miss Smithson met with an accident which March 8, 1869. Mr. Apthorp happily comduring three centuries of increasing despotdebarred her from acting any longer; but ism, were restrained by nothing. The true Berlioz married her (in 1833) "in spite of the pares his figure "for half a century or more in French and European musical life" to the explanation of imperialism in France is to most violent opposition from her family and "grand profile of a wounded eagle.” His last be found in the fact that in the sixteenth his own." The marriage was not happy; but this, and his second marriage, the deaths years were sad. He was the victim of pain- century the best blood of France was either ful disease, of acute disappointment regard-shed as a libation to absolutism, or was of his wives, and the horrible picture of the ing the popular failure of some of his great driven out of the kingdom into exile; and removal of the remains of his first one from works, and of a transparent effort at cynical scarcely enough was saved from the sana condemned cemetery, as he gives it to us, stoicism. He thus ends his autobiography guinary deluge to furnish the kingdom with are sad episodes, over which our brief space-speaking of his friends and adherents: the seed of a new race of lovers of liberty even after all these intervening years. Shakespeare coming upon me thus suddenly struck me as with a thunderbolt. His lightning opened the heaven of art to me with a sublime crash, and lighted up its furthest depths. I recognized true dramatic grandeur, beauty and truth. I measured at the same time the boundless inanity of the notions of Shakespeare that had been spread abroad in France by Voltaire ("that ape of genius, and emissary from the devil to man"), and the pitiful poverty of our old poetry of pedagogues and ragged-school teachers. I saw... I understood. . . I felt . . . that I was alive and must arise and walk. entitles us to draw the veil. Perhaps the most uncommon trait in Berlioz's nature was his indescribable intensity. “His aptitude for the intense is perhaps unparalleled in the history of art." Touching his intensity, in describing the scenes and expressing his feelings relating to his wives, Mr. Apthorp has this passage: O Berlioz, Berlioz! Meseems thy loudly shrieking soul has at last found wherewith to glut its greed of anguish. If paroxysmal grief and æsthetic typhomania do verily exhaust the capacity for sorrow God has implanted in the human breast, then hast thou indeed sounded all the depths of woe. Or is there still a deeper deep, .. There are, moreover, so many kinds of ... To know you has been my joy; I will keep faithfully the dear remembrance of our friendship. As for you, maniacs, stupid bull-dogs and buils, as for you my Guildensterns, my Rozen; cranzes, my lagos, my little Osrics, serpents and insects of all kinds, farewell, my friends; I despise you, and hope not to die before forgetting you. It would be interesting to transcribe illustrations of Berlioz's vigorous imagination, humor, and descriptive power; also some examples of the amazing effect produced at times by his orchestral music; but for these we must refer the reader to Mr. Apthorp's excellent volume. The translation is exceedingly well done as to its English, being fluent and idiomatic, and the author's own language the entrance whereunto was denied thy sorrow- This epoch has another special interest for the American and Protestant reader, in the curious parallel between the Rise of the Huguenots in the sixteenth century and the Rise of Protestantism going on under our eyes in this nineteenth century. Again, to-day, whole villages are turning toward a larger light and liberty, after three centuries of repression; again, the demand for a liberty of worship is formulated, and when happily there is no Sorbonne to deny it; again, there is a demand for a universal education, when there is no Cardinal Lorraine to scout at the rights of the people to the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good an evil. It is not altogether true that persecution never succeeds; it has succeeded in turning back the hands of the clock on the face of when time has at last dulled its keen edge, still and there is one constant, and we think France nearly three centuries; and they begin to move to-day from almost the exact spot in which they were left at the death of Charles IX. fairly makes out his case for Charles IX, of work on an interesting subject than is whom he does not believe to have been often brought before the public in the line accessory to the plans for the assassination of local history. A "bit" it literally is, for of Coligny till after the assassination had the story of this unfortunate Oxford rembeen attempted by the Queen Mother and nant of the Huguenots is so brief, that the had miscarried. The intense remorse of the first settlement was made and abandoned, unhappy boy-king is itself sufficient evidence and a second attempted and given up, bethat he was not the utterly unscrupulous tween the years 1686 and 1705, when the monster that he has been sometimes painted. majority of the body vanished almost as if But we hardly think that he makes out a it had never been. The subject attracted sufficient ground for his mild portraiture of the attention of Rev. Abiel Holmes, who Catherine de Medici. He gives her credit wrote a "memoir" of these French Protestfor less long-headed treachery than has gen-ants; of which his son says that of all his erally been imputed to her; and even is father's historical studies none ever interinclined to think that the massacre, in its ested him so much; and in various historical proportions, ran far beyond her purposes or collections and biographies there have been even her desires. History affords some records of them, more or less brief and characters whose chief uses seems to be to fragmentary. All of this matter Mr. Daniells show how bad human nature can become, has with great painstaking gathered up, has when the soul yields itself up wholly to am- sifted documentary evidence, traced tradibition, without restraining scruple; and such tion to its source as far as possible, identified a character there is good reason to think bounds, availing himself also of certain Catherine to have been. However, Prof. facts which have recently come to light, and Baird's scrupulous fairness toward adversa- conscientiously prepared this exhaustive ries adds to the value of the work as a whole. monograph. He recognizes the iconoclastic excesses of the Huguenots and their influence in provoking murderous passions in their Roman Catholic antagonists; he acknowledges that the punishment of religious heresy was the doctrine of the age, not of the Church of Rome alone. He gives full credit to the spirit of toleration which was manifested by individual Romanists, and even by ecclesiastics. He takes pleasure in narrating, in some detail, the few incidents of chivalry which shine out as stars in a very dark night, amidst the murky clouds of mad passion and ignoble greed and cowardly revenge which make the close of Charles IX's reign the darkest in the history of any people; and this ready and cordial recognition of the good in the Roman communion, and the evil in the Huguenot churches makes his indictment of the Pope himself all the more terrible and convincing. There are lessons in this epoch, too, for the student of history, as to the comparative value of resistance and non-resistance in moral and spiritual battles. So long as the Huguenots pursued the policy of non-resistance they were victorious; they steadily and rapidly grew from an insignificant sect to a power that could not be despised. But when they took up the sword, they perished by the sword. Their misfortunes date from the day when they inaugurated the first civil war. They fought, not as patriots like the Netherlanders, for their independence from a foreign domination; nor like the English Puritans, as freemen to maintain the civil rights which they believed were theirs under the constitution of their ancient state; but as Christians for the right to worship God according to the dictates of their own conscience, the most sacred right that belongs to man, but one that is better defended by a patient endurance of wrong than by a valiant resistance to it. Curiously, too, this epoch, important as it is to a right understanding of French or even European history, has not been written upon with any fullness and any adequate reference to the wants of the general reader. We have had no Macaulay or Froude of this period of French history. And though Prof. Baird is neither a Macaulay nor a Froude, he has some merits which neither of those historians possesses. He is far less eloquent than Macaulay; he has less an eye to dramatic effects than Froude; but he is more judicial than either. He writes his history on the ancient not on the modern system. The modern system is to spread all the records before the reader; make no selections and scarcely any abridgements. It turns the reader loose into a library, and leaves him to browse for himself. The consequence is, as in Mr. Froude's miscalled History of England, twelve volumes devoted to fifty years. At this rate it would require a lifetime to read the history of a single people. Prof. Baird, on the contrary, makes his examinations; states briefly the two sides of all the more important questions; gives his own conclusions; and affords such references to authorities that the reader can, if he desires, correct the error, if there be one. In other words, he invites us, not to an historical debate, but to a history. He is very conscientious, possibly at times excessively so. He is a Protestant, and makes no attempt to conceal his Protestant sympathies; but, if we do not misread him, he has had before his mind a constant fear lest he should be misled by his Protestant sympathies, and sometimes stands so straight that he leans a little backwards. He 1 The Rise of the Huguenots in France. By Henry M. Baird. Two volumes. Charles Scribner's Sons. $5.00. Prof. Baird's history is fairly entitled to take its place among the standard histories; in the qualities which are essential to history painstaking accuracy and judicial fairness it is the peer of those of the best historical writers, and is certainly surpassed by none who have undertaken to treat this particular and important epoch; while his style, if rarely eloquent, is never obscure, turbid, bombastic, or tedious, and is sometimes very compact and suggestive. An interesting episode of Huguenot history is found in the second of the volumes before us, which is of "edition limited," and of such modest dimensions that one hundred and sixty-eight pages comprise the entire matter from the kindly and appreciative introduction to the very complete index; but within that space is a more admirable piece 2 The Huguenots in the Nipmuck Country, or Oxford prior to 1713. By George F. Daniells. With an introduction by Oliver Wendell Holmes. Estes & Lauriat. The country of the Nipmuck Indians was in "southern central Massachusetts," a portion of which, in Worcester County almost on the Connecticut frontier, now known as the town of Oxford, was granted to a little band of refugees, who, having fled from France to England after the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, were induced to come here by the representations of Dudley that it was a place "capable of good settlement," being on the route of travel from Boston (the "Bay-Path," which gives the title to one of Dr. Holland's novels), and having land well suited for cultivation hundreds of acres of warm soil on the sheltered meadows. The number of families is supposed to have been about twenty, with their pastor, Boudet; and on the list were the names of Faneuil, Baudoin (Bowdoin), Segourné (Sigourney), and others which have long been honorably known in our history. They were an industrious, refined, and godly people who made their home in this spot in the midst of the wilderness, where they soon built mills and brought their farms under high cultivation, and with characteristic taste laid out gardens, traces of which even now exist after the lapse of one hundred and seventy-five years. "Some parts of the original wall" of their fort remain, though it "is mainly a confused mass, three or four feet high, overgrown with wild grapevines and bushes, among which may be seen cinnamon roses, currants, and asparagus, believed to be relics of the garden which flourished in the vicinity at the time of the occupation." After a few years of possession, the Indians appeared, says a petition to the Honorable Council setting forth the state of affairs, and then disasters came, and terror took such hold upon these exiles from a land where they had experienced the horrors of Tradition says that early in the morning of the day of their departure - each family having bade adieu to its plantation and home-they assembled at the church, where they had a season of worship. They afterwards repaired to the burying-ground to take leave of the graves of departed friends, and then, in a procession, moved onward over the rough forest road to Boston. ence, Ail bloodshed, that they gathered up their most ening of inspired thought, religious experi- But most original of all are the power which valuable things and fled. and Divine influence. There is an he displayed in the creation of the new historical growth, and in this, no less than in faith, and the singular cast of his self-conthe development of nature, providential guid- sciousness. ance may be seen. The very selection of the books which form our canon was clearly the work not of the human will, but of the Divine. The progress, order, unity of purpose, which the Old Testament presents, cannot be explained apart from an underlying law which the writers or collectors of the separate parts could not have discovered or invented. Advancing, then, to a higher question, the author rejects the positive and the idealistic theories of history, and views the whole course of events as a Divinely-appointed method of educating the race. As a part of this Divine method the Bible finds its place. A part of them returned with others a few years later, but soon once more abandoned the undertaking, and the territory was in 1713 granted to English settlers. Of the Huguenot families only about ten can now be traced, and the few biographies which are given are pathetic in their brevity. It is a short and touching story, invested with a wonderful charm. The careful, restrained As he never stood in surprise before his own miracles, so he does not seem to have gazed in wonder into his own soul. The most wonderful the mysteries of creation meet in our own conthing in the world to every man is himself. sciousness of self. But while men marvelled at him, and most strange things were happening in Jerusalem, this Man possessed himself in perfect faith, in calm, serene self-knowledge; even from boyhood living his wonderful life as naturally, as spontaneously, as simply, as a child in his father's house. This unbroken and undoubt ing "Yea" of Jesus' self-consciousness manifests itself throughout his teaching. His doctrine is never a question and weary doubt: it is an uninterrupted affirmation. On the other side over against the uniqueness of Jesus stands the naturalness and style in which it is written is worthy of all The truths successively revealed were pro-harmony of his life. In this lies the cred praise. A plan of the settlement, and abundant footnotes and addenda, help to make the narrative clearer; and the mechan be hoped that the suggestion in the preface gressive forces in history. They were dis- ibility of the Gospels. Each marvelous event, a miracle impossible to accept if it ical part of the book is excellent. It is to needed; neither too soon to be understood, stood alone, fits perfectly into its place, and The moral leadership directed ever to a In his life, too, are found the culmination of nor too late to lead the national thought. by its adaptation gives proof of its truth. Messianic goal is the peculiar mark of the the doctrine before revealed, and the suBible. There is a plain progress in the un will be carried out, in the continuance of the work, completing the history of Oxford, of which this forms the invaluable preliminary folding of doctrine, and this progress, like preme revelation of God to man. The chapter, giving as it does, besides its more legitimate work, a résumé of the Indian occupancy and the movements which led to the first colony. OLD FAITHS IN NEW LIGHT.* HE book which bears this title impresses THE the reader from the first as the work of a candid, able, and earnest mind; of one who is convinced of the importance of the that which Herbert Spencer notes in nature, history of the world was arranged with his coming in view; take his life from the centuries, and the unity of design is lost. In Toward him the evolution of the race has him, too, the ascent of life finds its climax. turned, and the human heart has ever voiced in one way or another its longing for his perfect manhood. He fulfills the past and creates the future. In the last two chapters of the book the question he treats, and who seeks to find more clear, and bear witness to a super-author discusses the relation of an unseen amid the shifting sands of modern discussion a firm foothold for himself and for others also. In the history of the relations of religion and science he distinguishes three epochs. The first is that of conflict, marked both in the attack and the defence by bitter partisan clamor; the second, that of compromise, prolific and ingenious, but not natural evolution. Turning next to the scientific teaching of the Bible, the author discovers in the first chapter of Genesis the disclosure of three fundamental truths, "the spiritual origin of all material phenomena," the specification of three distinct moments of Divine activity, the creation of matter, life, mind, and the wholly satisfactory, attempts at a reconcilia- continuity or development implied in the tion; the third, that of "critical review and judicial reconstruction." This last era, the author believes, is now fairly begun, and to this his book unquestionably belongs. In the one word evolution he recognizes a revolutionary call to modern thought; and with a bold, but always reverent, spirit he seeks to apply the principle of development to the Christian system of faith. The Bible is naturally the first subject to be discussed. The Old Testament he readily admits grew out of the life of the Hebrew race, and three currents of thought are found in its pages, "the prophetic teaching, the priestly lore, and the reflective wisdom of the wise among the people." But with these distinctive elements, and after all allowance has been made for the peculiarities of the individual writers also, there is evidently a widening and deepOld Faiths in New Light. By Newman Smythe. Charles Scribner's Sons. $1.50. creative process. Whatever errors may have come from the limitations to which Herbert Spencer, having by most laborious toil gained the summit of this nineteenth century wisdom, looks about him to see a rayless horizon and the approach of universal night. Yet beyond that horizon may lie, he thinks, the possibility of another dawn. The Christian revelator, likethat which lies beyond time, and which transcends wise, sees the night coming, but also the day. The possibility of science is his sure hope of knowledge. He, too, sees the cloud and the darkness; but he has a larger vision of the spirit, and the sunshine is eternal. "There shall be no night there." is assured that the cloud is of the moment, and The style of the author, as these slight mination of history in Christ. In the first T. C. PEASE. The Literary World. BOSTON, JANUARY 3, 1880. The brain is the best and most reliable memoran- British Kings and Queens. Alfred, William tions of popular speech, make them of high dum book, it is always at hand, use enlarges its capacity and increases its usefulness and reliability, World. public, is as follows: I. Founders of Em-betical glossary, in which Latin (and occasionally and no one can read it but its owner.-W. A. HOVEY: "CAUSERIE." OUR INDEX. THE present issue carries to all subscribers the title-page and index to the Literary World for 1879, its tenth volume. For the preparation of this index, the journal is again indebted to its life-long friend and unwearied helper, Mr. J. H. Woods, of Jacksonville, Illinois. We need only to point to this index to exhibit at a glance the wealth of material which a year's series of the paper in its present form supplies. The enlargement and enrichment of its contents are evident at once; and if any subscriber feels that he has not had his money's worth, let him now speak, or forever after remain a subscriber. To those of our readers who do not preserve a file of the Literary World, such an elaborate and exhaustive index as this may seem a waste of labor and space; but to those who do, its value will need no emphasis from us; and the number of such is steadily increasing. Only this very day, a subscriber almost from the outset has ex UNIQUE. VI. Hermit-philosopher by habit grown, pressed to us his very great regret that W he did not preserve his early papers as he has the later. He is beginning to find that such a journal as this has become, for reference if for nothing more, simply invaluable, we might almost say indispensable. Various answers might be given to this question, according to the various classifications and combinations of which this series of books is capable. One plan would be to read them chronologically, fixing their several dates, and letting the books follow in regular order. Another plan would be to read them in groups, according to their respective countries; the Roman biographies by themselves, the French by themselves, and so on. A third classification, and one which has been adopted by the publishers, we believe, as respects the form in which the books are now offered to the THE EPINAL MS. E have received through the kind agency of Mr. F. J. Furnivall the following interesting announcement: guinea ($5.00), but smaller amounts will be thankfully received. It is hoped that enough may be raised to print copies enough to enable the subscribers to have one or two each, and give the two societies a copy for each of their members. MR. HIGGINSON'S "SHORT STUDIES OF AMERICAN AUTHORS."- Mr. Higginson's work in this volume is perhaps of too delicate and refined a character to permit its application to a more extended scale of composition. A comprehensive literary history completed in this style would be a work of genius as well as a creation of art. But if the exquisite mosaics which are the fruit of minute instinctive and almost unconscious touches can be made little use of in great architectural designs, they have a beauty of their own which is none the less delightful and precious.-N. Y. Tribune. World Biographics. Mrs. L. B. Walford. It was said on the appearance of her first complete book, Mr. Smith; "THE EPINAL MS., which has been sent over a Part of His Life, which was published about to England, by the permission of the French five years ago, that the "L. B. Walford" on the Government, for the use of Mr. Henry Sweet, title page was a nom-de-plume, as the author was a in the preparation of his edition of the whole sister of the unfortunate Sir James Colquhoun, of body of fore-Alfred texts, for the Early English Luss, who had been drowned in Loch Lomond Text Society, is one of the most precious that shortly before. This was not the case, Mrs. exists. It is in language unquestionably the old- Walford being the daughter of the late baronet's est extant monument of our language, and even next brother (who is now heir presumptive to the if there may be fragments of equal antiquity, title and estates), and in 1869 she was married to they cannot be compared in importance with this Mr. Alfred Saunders Walford, a member of an MS. of twenty-eight folio pages, written in triple old Essex family, and now settled in Cheshire columns. It is, at the same time, of the highest near Liverpool. She thus writes under her own palæographical interest, being a beautiful exam- married name, Lucy Bethia Walford. Beginple of the oldest Celtic-English hand. Indeed, ning early to write, her first short tale appeared as an example of the oldest half-cursive as op- in the Sunday Magazine (edited then by the late posed to uncial writing, it is almost unique, and Dr. Guthrie), and was entitled "The Merchant's shows many features which are not to be found Sermon." This was in 1869, and in the following elsewhere. There is distinct evidence, both year it was reprinted and enclosed in a small structural and linguistic, to show that this MS. volume with three others. Mr. Smith; a Part is older than the half-uncial Corpus glossary, of His Life next appeared, in the autumn of 1874, which is universally assigned to the beginning of published by the well-known firm of Wm. Blackthe eighth-century, so that there is nothing to wood & Sons. It was followed by Pauline prevent our MS. being as old as the middle of (which first run through Blackwood's Magazine) the seventh-century, although, unfortunately, our in 1877, and lastly by Cousins in the present year. materials are too scanty to enable us to form an Shorter sketches also have from time to time appeared in Blackwood, and have been reprinted absolutely decided opinion. "The proposed publication of this MS. by in the new series of the Tales from Blackwood. means of photolithography will, therefore, be a Tales of a more religious tendency have come valuable contribution to the settling of all these out during the past year in Life and Work, a linguistic and palæographical problems, while it religious magazine with an enormous circulation. will preserve a precious monument of English In her writings Mrs. Walford aims to fill the antiquity from all risk of being lost or destroyed. gap between literature of a directly profitable The MS. is, as regards its matter, an alpha- or instructive nature, and trash. Valuable and 66 excellent books there is no lack of at the present day, but light, wholesome, and amusing reading is not so easily to be had. The love of field sports and capacity for describing them, to be found in Mrs. Walford's writings, may be traced to her father being the well-known author of The Moor and the Loch, a standard book on such subjects, while her four brothers are also ardent sportsmen. Water-color drawing is a favorite indoor pursuit of hers, and she exhibits occasionally in different academies, but the calls of authorship, society, hospitality, and home duties (Mrs. Walford has four young children) do not leave much time for this or other arts. A new novel is however now in hand, and divers short sketches will appear throughout the coming year. TABLE TALK. Backwards. One sense in which this word is employed by many English writers sug gests to me, at least, a ludicrous ambiguity. Not that the writer, when respectably supported by usage and the lexicographers, is necessarily bound to give heed to stupid inferences on the part of the public. "When I appear unintelligible," says Coleridge, "the deficiency is in the N these letters, nearly all of which were the manner in which matrimonial alliances written by Mrs. Delany herself, is told were made in England in that day, having the story of a life which extended over more regard to "settlement in life" than a long and eventful period. Born in 1700, any other consideration. After seven years while William was on the throne of England, she was released by his death; and her she survived the three succeeding sovereigns experience seems to have given her such and lived far into the reign of George the caution that although suitors appeared one Third, dying in 1788. She was of the after another, they were rejected, and so ancient English family of Granville, and "passed out of the story;" and she remained was connected with others of noble blood, a widow till the age of forty-three, conductand from first to last her associations were ing herself with remarkable discretion and with some of the most distinguished persons prudence for one in her peculiar circumAmong her correspondents stances and exposed position in society. and acquaintances were such noted individ- Her second marriage was to Dr. Delany, uals as Dean Swift, Horace Walpole, Ed- afterwards Dean of Doun, and her new mund Burke, the Montagues, Frances Bur- home was in Ireland, where she was as ney, Handel, and Hogarth; and toward the happy in this relation as her former one had close of her life she enjoyed the intimate been wretched. This excellent man once friendship of the King and of Queen Char- wrote a "portrait" of her under a fictitious lotte. As she wrote often and freely to her name, and a few passages taken from it will sister, and afterwards to her niece and to show how she looked to his eyes : others, of the scenes she witnessed at court, the coronations and balls, the gossip of the of her time. She was nobly descended and most advantageously educated. . early initiated in every art, with elegance and erudition, that could form her reader;" a precious piece of dogmatism which town about men and women who figure in into a fine lady, a good woman, and a good finds its parallel in Godeau's still more direct But how is it as regards the use of the adverb backwards, noted in the following instances? history, and gave descriptions of the famous houses where she visited, and accounts of the costumes, manners, amusements, and employments of her friends, her letters present such a picture of that period as one rarely sees. And they were thought of sufWearied at last, Mrs. Thornton Hunt suddenly ficient interest to warrant their publication exclaimed, “Oh, dear, let us turn round and in England some years ago in a costly walk backward," by which she meant beating a re-edition. They have now been brought fortreat to some of her friends' hospitalities.-F. H. Grundy's Reminiscences of Leigh Hunt and His Family.-Appletons' Journal, August, 1879. He sent a messenger to the king of Aromaia, named Topiowary, who came the next day before noon, on foot, from his house, and returned the same evening, being twenty-eight miles backwards and forwards, though himself was one hundred and ten years of age.- Oldys' Life of Sir Walter Raleigh. Washington said to his father he would come early, and was seen walking backward and forward, looking at his watch.- Life of Haydon, edited by Tom Taylor. Vol. II, p. 480. He As I (Jefferson) was going to the President's one day, I met Hamilton in the street. walked me backwards and forwards before the President's door for half an hour.- Irving's Life of Washington, Vol. V, p. 68. She was walking backwards and forwards up and down in her room.— Olympia; a Romance by R. E. Francillon, Chap. V. Backwards not forwards must we steer.- Ex ward in a revised form for American readers, Mary Granville-the name by which we tracts from Dean Stanley. Loring & Co.'s Bos-downe. She describes him as she first saw ton Bulletin, August, 1879. him, and as he was when she had become I expected to have seen somebody with the *The Autobiography and Correspondence of Mrs. Delany. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey. Roberts Brothers. 2 vols. Christian... Her walk was graceful beyond Mrs. Delany survived her second and true husband twenty years; and the remainder of her life was passed chiefly between the home of her life-long friend, the Duchess of Portland, and her own house in London; until, on the death of that lady, the King and Queen presented her with a house, close by the Castle at Windsor, out of regard to her merits, and that "they might have her for a near neighbor." She was then eighty-five years old; and a fortnight after taking possession, she writes to a friend: Truly I found nothing wanting, as it is as pleasant and commodious as I could wish it to be, with a very pretty garden, which joins that of the Queen's Lodge. The next morning Her Majesty sent one of her ladies to know "how I had rested?" and "how I was in health?" and "whether her coming would not be troublesome?" She came about 2 o'clock. I was lame, and, therefore, could not go down, as I ought to have done, to the door; but Her Majesty came She repeated in the strongest up stairs.. terms her wish, and the King's, that I should be me; that they waived all ceremony, and desired as easy and happy as they could possibly make to come to me like friends. The Queen also delivered me a paper from the King; it contained the first quarter of £300 per annum, which His Majesty allows me out of his own privy purse. Their Majesties have drank tea with me five times and the Princesses three. To the last she was ministered to by new friends who had gathered around her as the old ones were taken from her by death, and she retained her freshness of feeling and consideration for others. If space allowed, it would be pleasant to copy passages show |