of Lord Eglinton in his gold-inlaid armor. presidency of the republic if Louis Phi. But otherwise he seems to have fore. lippe would release him, and in that case gathered chiefly, at least after his escape he would give the king bis parole never from Ham, with the frequenters of that to return to Europe. He had therefore suspected drawing.room into which En. sent for me as a supporter and friend of glish ladies did not enter. By that time Sir Robert Peel, at that time our primo the harum-scarum boy of Rome had minister, to urge Sir Robert to intercede changed into the silent man, with wander. with Louis Philippe to comply with his ing averted eyes and dull manner, who is wishes, promising every possible guar. familiar in the description of his asso. antee for his good faith. The prince was ciates. The Boulogne episode and the de- full of a plan for a new canal in Nicaragua, tention in prison were then a part of his that promised every kind of advantage to experience. It was on the eve of that wild British commerce. As a precedent for exploit that Lord Malmesbury saw him English official interference I was to standing one night with Persigay, after a quote Earl Grey's in favor of Prince Poparty at Lady Blessington's, both wrapped lignac's release in 1830. I assured the in cloaks on the steps of her house. prince that I would do my best; but added "You look like two conspirators,” said the ihat Lord Aberdeen was our foreign sec. diarist, as he passed them, to which Louis retary, and that there was nothing of ro. Napoleon made the dramatic answer, mance in his character. At this time " You may be nearer right than you think.” | Louis Napoleon was deeply engaged in Two days later he had started in a steamer writing the history of artillery, and he took hired for a fortnight, had landed near an hour in making me explain the mean. Boulogne with fifty followers, had marched ing of several technical words in English, to the barracks where the soldiers utterly which he wished translated. He gave me refused to listen to him, had Aed before a full account of his failure at Boulogne, the arrival of the National Guard, had which he declared was entirely owing to been swamped in a life-boat and picked the sudden illness of the officer of the day, up clinging to a buoy a short distance whom he had secured, and who was to from shore. The adventure bad ended I have given up the barracks at once. The more seriously for some of his compan. soldiers bad mostly been gained, and the ions, who were killed after they had sur- prestige of his name in the French army rendered, while others requisitioned the was universal. To prove this, he assured horses of some English spectators and me that the cavalry escort of lancers who got away. His trial had followed imme- accompanied him to Ham made him condiately, exciting "no interest whatever,” | stant gestures of sympathy on the road. though it was generally believed that the He then said, “You see the sentry under sentence would be one of confinement for my window? I do not know whether he life. Then had come the imprisonment, is one of mine or not; if he is he will cross and Lord Malmesbury had visited him at his arms, if not, he will do nothing when the castle of Ham on the Somme when I make a sigo.' He went to the window the prince had been confined five years. and stroked his moustache, but there was “ Early last January," writes Lord Malmes no response until three were relieved, bury in 1845, " he sent M. Ornano to Lon. when the soldier answered by crossing don to ask ine to come and see him on a his arms over his musket. The prince matter of vital importance to himself. I then said, “You see that my partisans are was unable to go till now, and having ob- unknown to me, and so am I to them. tained with some difficulty a permission My power is in an immortal name, and in from M. Guizot to see the prince, I went that only; but I have waited long enough, to Ham on April 20. I found himn little and cannot endure imprisonment any changed, and very much pleased to see an longer.' ... The day after I arrived in old friend fresh from the outer world, and London I saw Sir Robert Peel, and related that world London. As I had only half a my interview and message to him. He day allowed me for the interview, he con seemed to be greatly interested, and cer. fessed that, although his confidence and tainly not averse to apply to the Freoch courage remained unabated, he was weary government in the prince's favor, on bis of his prison, from which he saw no chance conditions, but said he must consult Lord of escaping, as he knew that the French Aberdeen, which of course was inevitable. government gave him opportunities of do. That evening he wrote to me to say that ing so that ihey might shoot him in the Lord Aberdeen would not hear of it.

He stated that a deputation bad Who can tell how this decision of the arrived froin Ecuador offering him the noble lord may influence future history?"

cer.

From Belgravia. ling has survived in spite of adverse legis. FRENCH DUELLING.

lation, and is exceedingly popular in

France down to the present day. The When it ceased to be the fashion to law of civilized nations has, however, wear swords in the last century, pistols always been dead against it. In 1999 the were soon substituted for personal en Parliament of Paris went so far as to decounters. This made duelling far less clare every duellist a rebel to his Majesty; amusing, more dangerous, and propor. nevertheless, in the first eighteen years of tionally less popular. The duel in En. Heori Quatre's reign no fewer than four gland received practically its coup de thousand gentlemen are said to have pere grâce with the new Articles of War of ished in duels, and Henri himself re1844, which discredited the practice in the marked, when Creyin challenged Don army by offering gentlemen facilities for Philip of Savoy, “ If I had not been the public explanation, apology, or arbitration king 'I would have been your second." in the presence of their commanding offi- Our ambassador, Lord Herbert, at the

But previous to this “the duel of court of Louis XIII. wrote home that he satisfaction " had assumed the most pre- hardly ever met a French gentleman of posterous forms. Parties agreed to draw repute who had not either killed his man lots for pistols and to fight, the one with or meant to do so! and this in spite of a loaded, the other with an unloaded laws so severe that the two greatest duel. weapon. This affair of honor (?) was lists of the age, the Count de Boutteville always at short distances and “point and the Marquis de Beuron, were both blank," and the loser was usually killed. beheaded, being taken in flagrante delic. Another plan was to go into a dark room to. Louis XIV. published another severe together and commence firing. There is edict in 1679, and had the courage to a beautiful and pathetic story told of two enforce it. The practice was checked for men, the one a "kind” man and the other a time, but it received a new impulse a “timid” man, who found themselves after the close of the Napoleonic wars. unhappily bound to fight, and chose the The dulness of Louis Philippe's reign dark-room duel. The kind man had to and the dissoluteness of Louis Napoleon's fire first, and, not wishing to hurt his ad- both fostered duelling. The present“ opversary, groped his way to the chimney, portunist” republic bids fair to outbid piece, and, placing the muzzle of his pistol both. You can hardly take up a French straight up the chimney, pulled the trig. newspaper without reading an account of ger, when, to his consternation, with a various duels. Like the suicides in Paris, frightful yell down came his adversary the and the railway assaults in England, du“timid” man, who had selected that fatal els form a regular and much appreciated hiding-place. Another grotesque form item of French daily news. It is difficult was the “medical duel,” one swallowing to think of M. de Girardin's shooting dead a pill made of bread, the other swallow. poor Armand Carell — the most brilliant ing one made of poison. When matters young journalist in France — without imhad reached this point, public opinion not patience and disgust, or to read of M. unnaturally took a turn for the better, and Rochefort's exploit the other day without resolved to stand by the old obsolete law a smile. The shaking hands in the most against duelling, whilst enacting oew bye: cordial way with M. Rochefort, the comlaws for the army, which of course reacted pliments on his swordsmanship, what time powerfully, with a sort of professional the blood flowed from an ugly wound, authority, upon the practice of bellicose inflicted by him as he was mopping bis civilians.

own neck, are all so many little French The duel was originally a mere trial of points (of honor?) which we are sure his might, like our prize fight; it was so used challenger, Captain Fournier, was delight. by armies and nations, as in the case of ed to see noticed in the papers. No doubt David and Goliath, or as when Charles every billiard-room and café in Paris V. challenged Charlemagne to single com- gloated over the details, and the heroes, bat. But in mediæval times it got to be Rochefort and Fournier, were duly fêted also used as a test of right, the feeling of and dined together as soon as their rea judicial trial by ordeal entering into the spective wounds were sufficiently healed. struggle between two persons, each claim. Meanwhile John Bull reads the tale and ing right on his side. The judicial trial grunts out loud, “The whole thing is a by ordeal was abandoned in the reigo of brutal farce and the principals' are so Elizabeth, but the practice of private duelo | better than a couple of asses."

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No. 2118.- January 24, 1885.

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Vol. CLXIV.

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CONTENTS.
• I. RECOLLECTIONS OF MARK PATTISON, Temple Bar,
II. THE NEW MANAGER,

Good Words,
III. THE BLACK DEATH IN EAST ANGLIA, Nineteenth Century,
IV. WILD SAFING. A Sketch from the Russian
Baltic,

Belgravia,
V. THE CROWN OF THORNS THAT BUDDED, Contemporary Review, .
VI. THE CHARACTER AND THE POETRY
MADAME DE SEVIGNE,

British Quarterly Review,
VII. THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN,

Scottish Review, VIII. SOME INDIAN HERBS AND POISONS,

Chambers' Journal,

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MY DREAM-LOVE.

Through the green-roofed aisles we went, THROUGH the sweet early morning doth she

Passing with a careful tread,

For beside our happy feet come, When, dim with dew, and tremulous with Purple orchis raised its head; sleep,

And behind, the bluebells hung, The scented flowers give out their sweetest

Fading now like ghosts at morn, sighs;

Here and there a white one bent,
When nature wakes, and standing peaceful,

Like a "maiden all forlorn."
dumb,
Upon the hill-top, knows not if to weep, From the bank across our way
Or smile upon us from the changeful skies.

Ragged robin Haunted red,

And athwart a narrow trench Sweet dream-love that I never see when day

Feathery (erns their shadows spread. Drives all our finer thoughts from earth in Fair white campion from the hedge haste,

Raised its starry petals chaste,
Lest they should be entangled by the world, And the fragile speedwell blue
I would not have thee 'mid this misery stay,

Bade us on our journey haste.
I would not have thee of my life's cup taste,
Nor would I that thy sweets were all un-
furled.

Haste? For why? We sought the pool

Where the water-lilies bloom, Thou art mine own, when night's worst hours

And we found it ere the night, have fled,

Hidden in a leafy gloom; And faint with fighting phantoms do I lie,

All around like sentinels Waiting for that the dawn shall truly bring

Yellow iris stood on guard, Thy sweet calm eyes that tears may never shed,

Keeping o'er the virgin queens Thy pretty hands that touch me silently,

Ever faithful watch and ward. Thine arms that fold me like some angel's wing!

Like pale queens the lilies white

On their leafy couches lay, What does it matter that thou canst not tell

Where no wanton hand could reach, Of all thou know'st, nor whisper of thy bliss,

No disloyal foot could stray. Or kiss ine on the lips that speak thy praise ?

Lovingly we bade adieu Words – sweetest words could only break the

To each golden-hearted queen, spell;

And stepped out to where the heath Thou canst not now betray me with a kiss,

Laughed to heaven in robe of green. So leaving me in sorrow all thy days. Thou art my own ; mine only; none can share, Here we gathered treasure trove Thy touch, thy presence, none may hear thy Evebright, milkwort, cuckoo-shoes voice,

Till our baskets, overfull, Nor twine thine hair, nor press thy small Many a precious bud must lose; white hand.

Till the sunset glory fell 'Tis but to me thou art so wondrous fair,

On the blossoms in our hand, 'Tis but my heart that thou dost bid rejoice, And, with lingering glances, we 'Tis but beside me thou canst take thy stand. Bade farewell to Fairyland.

Chambers' Journal. FLORENCE TYLEE.
I will be true to thee, mine own, my dream;
With thee once more I tread the ways of old,

And wander at the dawning, mid the hills.
For, after all, our lives are what they seem,
'Tis fancy's wand that turns their grey to gold.
So real art thou, that ail my dream hours fills.
All The Year Round.

SONG OF THE SNOW.
Far up in the depths of the sky,
In the loft of the zenith on high,
Under the top of the dome,

Is the feathery snow's high home,
FAIRYLAND IN MIDSUMMER.

It is there that garments of white
SHALL I tell you how one day

Are suddenly made in the height Into Fairyland we went ?

And dropped on the sorrowing throng Fairy folk were all about,

Who cry to the Lord “ How long ? Filling us with glad content ;

And heads that are bowed and old For we came as worshipper

Grow white as the sheep of the fold Into Nature's temple grand,

As crowns of the purified throng And the fairies welcome such

Who reign with the Lord — how long : With the freedom of the land.

Transcript.

TIMOTHY OTIS PAINE

From Temple Bar. when he was severe, the utterance accomRECOLLECTIONS OF MARK PATTISON.

panyiog the “stony glare,” would become The following record does not claim to harsh and nasal; and there were some present a complete picture of Mark Patti. who, as they expressed it, had only heard son. It tells of his relations with one of the rector “snarl." Once, but only once, the few among the younger members of so far as I can remember, was a “snarl” the university who, of late years, had the given to me. It was when I had, at the good fortune to be able to call him their end of the scholarship examination, been friend, and it may possibly, from its par summoned to the common-room, where all ticular point of view, throw. some fresh the college authorities were in conclave light on his character and personality, to assembled to examine the selected candithe better understanding of which it is my dates viva voce. I had read out a set sen. sole desire here to contribute.

tence of Livy, and was pondering on the

best way of turning an idiom, when the I first saw Pattison one October morn. silence was broken by a nasal “Trans. ing seven years ago, when, with forty or late !” which roused me from my reflec. fifty others, I presented myself in the hall tions, and made me plunge, without fur. of Lincoln College as a candidate for a ther delay, in medias res. Jn stature, scholarship. Each candidate had to pro Pattison might have been slightly above vide himself with certificates of good con- the middle height, had he walked erect; duct; and Pattison's first remark to me was but the spare figure was bent, and, in re. provoked by the sight of a bundle of some pose, his head often rested on his chest. half-dozen of these certificates, with which His step, however, was surprisingly quick I had armed myself to meet all contingen. and elastic, and his gait retained, Dearly cies. Taking them from me, and turning to the last, something of almost youthful them over with a half-puzzled, half-amused wiriness and vigor. look, he said, “What! All this?” I could My next meeting with Pattison was not help being struck at once with the also purely official. I had to call upon him, rector's appearance, with those remarka. after my election, to have the conditions ble features that I had many opportunities under which my scholarship was held exof studying during the ensuing years. plained to me, and to be assigned as pupil He was at that time sixty.four. His face to one of the college tutors. I found was pale with the pale cast of thought, him, with the tutors, in his study on the and the deep lines with which it was ground-foor of the rector's lodyings. marked were the result rather of hard The walls of the room were covered with thinking than of age. The thin, reddish books, and the two windows, in front of moustache and beard, and the short, one of which was his writing.table, looked slightly curling brown hair, showed little out upon the quadrangle, with the hall or no trace of grey; but the somewhat and library. On the mantelpiece, in a sunken mouth, with the consequent con- small frame, was a photograph of John vergence of nose and chin, helped to give Henry Newman. After I had listened 10 the face an aged appearance. This the rector's explanations, I hazarded a few served, however, to bring into prominence questions as to some of the domestic arthe singular brightness of the grey eye, rangements of college life. The rector which, whether "glittering," as it has referred to either one or the other of the been well described, with the light of some tutors, each of whom, in turn, referred to fresh thought, or fixed, as it occasionally his colleague, thus giving me an early was, in the compassionless rigidity of a impression, which I have not been able to

stony glare,” or mild, almost melting at forget, of the unwillingness of the Oxford times, with sympathy, was always deep man to commit himself. After that about and searching, and must be regarded as a week elapsed, when one day the rector's his most striking feature. His voice, in Flemish servant came up to my attic, to unconstrained conversation, was soft and ask, with the rector's compliments, wheth. pleasant; but in official intercourse, or er I would take a walk with him to.morrow,