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cided support, not only of the German gest of their Recollections' as this Prince. Press in general, among which the Rheinische Written with no apparent purpose of proZeitung has spoken out most clearly, but ducing effect, or even with the design of even of the Liberal Austrian Press. It might be expected that the fate of Maximilian would induce Austrian journals to be rather severe against the Mexican Republic. But the fact is that papers like the Neue Freie Presse of Vienna, a Liberal organ of the most extensive circulation, and one which exercises great influence even beyond the frontiers of Austria, acknowledge in the strongest terms that the procedure of the Mexican Government is the only one which it could possibly take without dereliction of national dignity. We speak of articles that have appeared since the reply to Mr. Kinglake's interpellation was given by Lord Stanley. Now, when the Austrian Press maintains such views, we think the English Government might make the first step towards a reconciliation without fear for its own dignity. In the interest of trade and commerce the re-establishment of a regular intercourse ought not to be delayed any longer.
publication, the literary merit of the work is very considerable. We meet with descriptions which are vivid, reflections which are simple but ardent, and an acquaintance with several branches of art which, perhaps, the majority of readers had hardly been fed to expect from Maximilian. We should say, for example, that Naples has seldom been better described, nor Pisa, Pompeii, Lucca, Baice, and Capri. Those who have visited these places will recognise at once that no unskilled or unfamiliar hand has touched these modest yet artistic pictures. But the author seems especially to delight in describing works of art, and to excel in the description. After wandering through the Pitti gallery at Florence, he notes down in his diary, with regard to a picture of the First Napoleon, whose soul the artist had depicted as in hell:
The Pisans recognise with delight the head of Napoleon in hell in one of them, and this is but natural; it is characteristic of mankind to condemn the hated fallen enemy, and to rejoice over his disgrace; one does not risk anything by it, for he has become harmless. As long as the Pisan hell-figure was called Roi d'Italie, there was not gold enough to be found to represent the nimbus In his apotheosis; but the god of the day fell from the heavens, and the holy light was converted into the glow of hell. Sic transit
And, again, in speaking of the necessary influence of religious belief on art, he says:
Constantinople had fallen before the sword of Mohammed. Græco-Byzantine art and philoso
IN the Midsummer of 1851, Maximilian started on his first sea-voyage. "I was glad," he says, "to realise my much-longed-gloria mundi. for desire. Accompanied by several acquaintances, I put off from the dearly-loved shore of Africa. This moment was one of great excitement to me, for it was the first time I confided myself to the sea for a long phy and the rich sciences of the East found a trip. We dashed rapidly through the waves, home in Italy, through the luxurious spirit of and already, at about a quarter past seven the Medici, which in its turn conferred splen(July 30th), amidst the strains of the na-dour on their new dynasty. The tiara was tional hymn, we went on board the frigate Novara, our future floating palace, of which the name itself was a good omen to every Austrian."
Throughout the first volume of these 'Recollections' we are treated only to the visits of the Prince to Italy, Andalusia, and Granada. Nothing of a political kind is found in this volume in the way of reference, opinion, or incident. It is simply a most interesting record, a diary," of Maximilian's pleasure-trip in days when the shadows of his future throne could cast no gloom on his imagination; but when, surrounded by his friends, he opened his heart to free enjoyment and his mind to intelligent observation. Few tourists, if we may apply the word to such a traveller, have contributed to the press so admirable a di
borne by a Medici, and the hitherto forgotten treasures of Rome were wedded to Greek recollections, which brought forth a new epoch in art, the Mythologico-Christian. The Lord's Supper was celebrated in the Temple: Venus got the same court-rank as the God-mother. It was in harmony with such a state of things to blend the customs of antiquity with those of modern times, and call this philosophy. But from this resulted an unsatisfied Ideal. Men discovered that the gods of antiquity only represented men; and the pride of the senses which took possession of the heart, and laid in it the first produced great things in art and science, themselves to be a kind of divinity, needing no germ of atheism. The very princes believed longer to be afraid of the old God. They nursed religion only as a convenient state institution for their subjects. In France Francis I. was the chief supporter of the worship of the Syrens,
round which he attempted to throw n nimbus | and busts of the King." We can appreciate by the arts of Italy. Catherine di Medici was the satirical remark of Maximilian on this too zealous in the service of Aphrodite, and Louis odd conjuncture: “I do not like to see, XIV. Jupiterised himself entirely: A vanity during a monarch's lifetime, monuments that coull be satisfied, vanity and the apotheosis everywhere erected to him, out of base of sensuality, became the philosophy of rulers.
flattery." These ideas soon descended to the people, and
In the second part of the introductory volwere fed by their rulers and celebrated in their songs, and finally had their chief representative ume we find our traveller in Andalusin; and, in Voltaire. France sared Italy partly by con
at first, a minute description of the Cathecentrating these ideas in herself"; but she had to dral of Seville, and, afterwards, one of the pay for this glory with her blood. The tombs of Cathedral of Granada, occupy considerable the Medici produce thoughts of a very cold and space. Then we take a sudden leap into a terrible kind.
wholly different kind of entertainment; and We find but passing allusions in this vol- we wish that space would permit us to tranume to any of the royal persons whom mod- of a genuine bull-figlit, which the Prince
scribe at length a magnificent description ern revolutions rendered illustrious, at least
had the fortune (or ill-fortune) to witness, by circumstance if not in character. At
for the first time in his life, at Seville. But Naples Maximilian met King Ferdinand, of whom perhaps he might be supposed to be giving his after-thoughts, some of which thinking when, in another part of his diary, will at least be easily comprehended by he wrote: “ It is only when a man either does deeds, or resists a progressive devel- every English reader. How the feelings
of opment, that his name is noted down in
a man can be changed,” says the Prince,
“in the books of Clio."
so short a space as a quarter of an hour!
On entering, I felt uneasy, and very uncomA tall strong man, with short cropped hair fortable; and now a mania for the bloody and beard, and with a laced three-cornered hat, spectacle possessed me.” And again : "The received us ; my good genius whispered to me spectator's nature is soon changed; his orithat it was the King. Indeed, it must have ginal nature is awakened; wild passion been a higher revelation, for I had imagined gains the mastery, and he is annoyed when King Ferdinand to be a different man. His fig- the bull does not succeed in his deadly ure still floated before me indistinctly, as I saw him fifteen years ago in Vienna, when he was a
thrust, when phases of the fight are not young man of twenty-six years of age. Now, to steeped deep enough in blood.” All this be sure, he was forty-one, but, from his appear- one can perfectly comprehend ; but there ance, one would have taken him for a man con- follows a passage which will shock the tensiderably above fifty ; so much has the destroying der susceptibilities of not a few of those dispower of the South and the influence of the years cerning critics who draw a very wide disof revolution worked upon him. Later, when Itinction between taking a personal and hazhad an opportunity of examining him more ardous part in cruel sport, and merely assistclosely, I recognised the features of his youth, ing as a neutral spectator at a risk incurred but his fine black hair had turned grey and his by others : fice had become wrinkled. He wore the rather plain uniform of one of his regiments of Grena
I love such festivals, in which the original nadiers, which he prefers, I was told, to all others ture of man comes out in its truth ; and much since the revolution. The riband of the Aus- prefer them to the enervating, immoral entertrian Order of St. Stephen was hanging over his tainments of other luxurious and degenerate shoulder. He received me in the most friendly countries. Here bulls perish, there heart and manner, and conducted me directly to the Queen. soul sink in a weak, sentimental frivolity. I do
not deny it, I love the olden time ! not that of Elsewhere he describes the eldest son of the last century, where, amidst hair-powder and the King, the present Francis II., who was insipid idyls, men glided over a false paradise then but fifteen years of age.
down the yawning abyss. No! the time of our young man is very timid; which may arise ancestors, when chivalrous feeling was developed partly from the manner in which he is edu- in the tournaments, when vigorous women did cated. He is kept out of the world that he not ask for their smelling-bottle at every drop
of blood, nor feigned a swoon, when the wild may remain child-like.” A curious obscrvation also is to be found, about this date, and not as now, behind barricades ; this was a
boar and bear were hunted in the open forest, to the effect that two things struck Maxi- vigorous time which brought forth strong chil. milian principally during his visit to the dren. What remains to us of this heritage of docks and arsenal of Naples — “ the great the manly amusements of cur fathers? Perhaps profusion of galley-slaves, dressed in red, the hunt? No! We call ourselves hunters, but who meet you on all sides, rattling their we send from a secure distance a killing bullet heavy chains, and the numberless portraits into the half-tamed boars. It is only war, which
philanthropy cannot abolish, notwithstanding promenade in the shrubbery of the park like a their thirty years' exertions; and two sports ghost of his former self. In all matters of art have been preserved in two nations, which have the English are far behindhand : with them, not yet degenerated. The first sport is the fox- comfort and the practical are the principal things hunt in England, in which man exposes himself aimed at; art is not understood by them: it is to dangers worthy of himself, nor recoils before just the opposite with the Italians, who are so any obstacle ; and if it be said that it is useless enthusiastic“ per le belle arti," that they, for to risk one's life for useless purposes, I may an- art's sake, freeze like tailors in their giant palswer, I believe that those who shun unnecessary aces under fresco-painted ceilings ; Germans and dangers will not find the courage to meet inev- French alone succeed in uniting the two. itable ones.
The second sport is the bull-fight in Spain ; a true popular festival of the olden Certainly the Prince was a very observant time. It is true that they excite the passions, traveller, and a very lively writer. He was the inherent savageness of man, but so also they not one of those whom he himself describes do his strength, and whoever takes an enthusi- with deep contempt, “who believe themastic part in these scenes will not lack interest | selves in duty bound to travel; but think it for other things, and at least will not perish bad style in the highest degree to find inthrough apathy. In the Spanish people there is terest in anything interesting, or to get atstill a proud chivalry, and, notwithstanding the tracted, still less excited, by anything beausport transmitted to them by their forefathers, tiful.” It is refreshing to read the warm the Spaniards are devout and charitable. Everything has its season, and their variety is the high- generous language in which he suffers himest charm of human life.
self to express his admiration and attach
ment to his home and friends. He might A description, from an Austrian point of be prophetically describing his own disasview, of English dinners and English habits, trous future, when, alone almost in a strange will be found in the “ Visit to Gibraltar," land, he poured out his sorrows to his own of which incomparable fortress the Prince heart, and found relief in death. “I felt observes, with truth as well as irony: “How very sad, for it was the first time that I had glorious for England's proud sons, to find not been with my brother on this happy day," in all their voyages, at every turning point - his birthday. And then he proceeds to of their wide sea-roads, a bomb-proof hotel! describe his loneliness, in language which, They can everywhere find their countrymen, at least to us, is full of mournful meaning: and everywhere can sing under the blessed shade of their banner, "Rule Britannia !'" I was alone, quite alone in strange seas, He laughs at the “ Humourously executed under another sky ; besides, I thought so long statue of Elliot, the stubborn defender of and so deeply of one of my beloved at home, Gibraltar;" nor is he
about whom my heart was anxious, that I was to English art:
in one of those forlorn dispositions of mind in
which man feels a sort of sweet despair and longs With an immense old-fashioned hat on his for home. My family had made me too happy large head, the hair of which ended in a pigtail, at home; but it is well that such a life should with legs like a broomstick, the gilt keys of the have an end, and these heavy hours are a bitter fortress in his right hand, the old hero seems to but wholesome medicine.
“A GUARDIAN," writing from Hitchin to the lated in connection with the “ Jewish Blind,” & Times on the question of vagrancy, attributes charity wbich, as its name indicates, has been its increase to the leniency of the magistrates: raised for the support of the blind among the and to prove his point cites two cases, the latter Jews. Sir Benjamin Phillips, the president of of which is certainly novel. It was that of a this institution, has been informed that a woman woman who had in her possession thirty-seven who had been stone-blind for about eight years shillings, and a skilfully constructed straw baby, had recently recovered the perfect use of her eyeby means of which she excited compassion. Per- sight. It appears that, during a thunder-storm haps the worthy magistrates let the woman off that prevailed some weeks since, she became sudfrom admiration of her ingenuity.
denly aware, as she expressed it, of “ a glimmer London Review. of light," and from that time to the present her
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A SUMMER-NOON IN TOWN.
And young souls still must weep and part,
And old ones yearn for a sleep of heart;
For Time ingulfs our life's dreams one by one,
As Earth the setting sun!
And yet, as slowly home in that still night
We went, oft pausing, betwixt shadowy woods,
Lo! in the twilight clear the Vesper-star
“Our sun is down, and yet Love's star is shinFresh’ning the noontide hour with murmurs
She smiled, and press'd my arm, - and we went cool !
home. There is a light step in that Summer dell Ah! then how sweet she look'd, The gentle rustling of a silken dress;
There 'neath the Planet, -as her eyes, suffused, And pausing in still loveliness,
Beam'd back the radiance of Love's starry Sweet eyes look dreamily into the brook.
home! How would they look Were mine to meet them in the mirroring
O Sunshine! making all things glad wave ?
As if thou wert the god of this fair world! If, coming up unseen, I could but peep
How is it that we prize Over her shoulder, and delighted trace
All bright things most when they seem near to Bright on the pool the sunshine of her face?
die? Would she not startle with a troubled splendour, What light so loved as that of setting suns — As oft I've seen it breaking from her eyes,
What rose so dear as the bright summer's last? Like the soft wild-fire of the summer-rrights;
And Love, which else had borne itself in calm, And, turning, smile and let my arm go round Grows madness as it nears the last adieu! her,
Ah me! so slow to learn this world's ruleAnd we be happy for one bright brief hour! The Heart must be content, although not full!
“Thou hast made us for Thyself: and the heart To where the Orb sank 'neath the far-off hills.
never resteth till it findeth rest in Thee." - St. The golden light lay round us on the slope, Augustine. Fast ebbing upwards on the hill behind, Chased by the rising flood of twilight shadow.
MADE for Thyself, O God ! Below, lay slumbering woods and darkening Made to shew forth Thy wisdom, grace, and
Made for Thy love, Thy service, Thy delight; dells, – And in the air, and everywhere,
might; The hush of solitude and coming Night.
Made for Thy praise, whom veiled archangels
laud ! And so we stood, with interlacing arms, And watched the bright Orb sinking
O strange and glorious thought, that we may be Slow — slow — but ebbing, waning ever
A joy to Thee ! Inexorable! irresistible!
Yet the heart turns away Not all the strength, we felt, of all on Earth
From this grand destiny of bliss, and deems Could for one moment its glad light prolong!
'Twas made for its poor self for passing dreams! It touched the low range of the western hills,
Chasing illusions melting day by day, And on the far horizon seem'd to rest
Till for ourselves we read on this world's best,
“ This is not rest !”
Our hearts are filled.
(Would it were shared by all the weary world !)
'Neath shadowing banner of His love unfurled,
And know God's rest!