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ness. Every system tends to produce men Having referred again to the fact that the in its own image, who will defend it to the social degradation of woman is traceable to last; and the living ideas or needs, however her physical weakness in ages of war, we urgent, must long be ruled by sceptres held take this place to affirm that she can be in the hands of skeletons. We may yet justly excluded from any other sphere of study with profit, as we did in 1832, the life only by a degree of natural incompehistory of the proud city of Old Sarum. tence similar to that which incapacitated her On that hill stood the grand old cathedral for war. and the castle from which Roman and Saxon and Dane and Norman had successively ruled south-western England. An age of incessant warfare, made by the struggles of races, had decided that the city should be built on that hill. But when the first days of comparative peace came, the people of Old Sarum looked upon the green and smiling valley of the Avon near them, and said, Why should we be perched upon this hill P The yearning for the valley increased, until about six centuries ago the whole city went down into the valley, and a single generation saw the first stone of Salisbury laid and the last inhabitant leave Old Sarum. For several centuries now not even the outlines of the ancient city could be traced in the dust. And yet up to 1832, Old Sarum continued to send two members to parliament, as in the reign of Edward III. The two members were elected under an old tree, where in the presence of the sheep and grass the bailiff read the Bribery Act, proclaimed the elections, and so on. Thus did Old Sarum continue to make laws for England centuries after it had utterly disappeared from the earth, with the military exigencies which had built it. Something has been done toward abolishing the rotten boroughs of politics; but how many moral and intellectual Old Sarums are there which have crumbled with the conditions that produced them, but still manage to wield power and make laws for the living? Are not our universities really the rotten boroughs of monkish ages?
An English journal, in a late article on the enfranchisement of woman, claimed that her inability to be a soldier was the seal of Nature to her present inferiority of position. The able editor was perhaps unconscious of the extreme antiquity of his opinion, which was the echo of that of the first savage who ever knocked his child on the head because it was a female, and therefore unfit for the one object of life-warfare. An age in which war was the one interest produced that editor's idea as it built Sarum on a hill; but what meaning has it for an age that has abandoned the fortified crags for the green valleys of peaceful life? Government is not now a War Council. It concerns the every-day relations and the homes of men, women, and children; of education, art and religion.
A stone that is fit for the wall is not left in the way, says the proverb; and Nature is too cunning a builder to put into the wall the stone that is unfit. If women are unable to help men in the court, the college, the government, there need be no restrictive laws to keep them out of these. But these things cannot be decided by prejudice. Women must be permitted to unfold their faculties freely, and their level must be determined by their real abilities and disabilities not those arbitrarily assigned them by man. And thus far, we claim, the only occupations for which she has been shown unfit are those which are doomed to pass away, and which intelligent and good men everywhere are seeking to abolish. Woman, it is granted, is unfit for war; but who does not hope that war is passing away for ever? We are anxious to keep women out of the region of the mobviolence, partizan rancours, and intrigues, attendant upon elections; but what good citizen does not wish to purge politics of these base accompaniments? A French writer, Madame Sirault, has said, "Every career from which woman is steadily repulsed by man is, by this fact alone, marked with the seal of death. The very repulse stigmatizes it. Man may not be conscious of what he does; but the career which is too vile for a woman to enter has already outlived all chance of reform, and must perish with its abuses." Her statement is true. And our trade, laws, politics, will then alone be sufficiently ennobled in the eyes of just and wise men, when a pure woman may mingle with them without danger or shame. It is significant that reformers are glad to accept the aid of woman in their organizations; she is not out of place in their ideal societies. Her equality refers to happier and purer eras, as her oppressions refer to ages of bloodshed, tainted trade, and corrupt politics.
God said, "It is not good that man should be alone: I will make him an help meet for him. Then made he a woman, and brought her unto the man." So spoke the human instinct in ancient times. But presently man concluded that he knew better; and said, in the market, in the college, in public affairs, man shall be alone. And even in the home he determined that woman should enter at first only as a slave, and to the last only as an inferior.
theless, through her own ability and his he would very soon find a propriety in feneeds, woman gradually obtained in fact, male physicians. And the most respectable though never in law, a preponderant power merchant would be found citing Portia, if in the homes of civilized society. Now with a law-case involving 10,0001. he fully compare this one sphere in which her equal- believed that a certain female barrister ity is practically recognized, and her influence most felt, with any of those in which man has resolved that it is good for him to be alone. Compare a refined English home with English politics, diplomacy, litigation, colleges, international relations; and who does not feel that the latter are some centuries behind the former in civility and beauty? There is a taint of grossness or barbarism upon every department of the world from which woman is excluded; and every home in England writes upon our public affairs, "It is not good for man to be alone."
For ourselves we are not, in this matter, so much concerned for "woman's rights" as for the rights of mankind. We believe that the enfranchisement of woman would be the greatest contribution toward carrying the civilization of the home into the rank wilderness of Statecraft; that the laws would be more just, wars more rare, and the relations of nation with nation less snarling and selfish, if they were not so unmitigatedly male. We believe that those who come after us will regard us as having been very stupid in going on from age to age with our repulsive social routine, our hard selfish politics, with their venality and general ugliness, while all around us lay unutilized the vast resources of moral feeling and refining power in the heart and brain of woman. We believe that man is only half living in so much of this world as woman is excluded from; that he is only half seeing truth, only half discovering the laws and the beauty surrounding him, because one of his eyes with a subtle light of its own is closed in the ignorance of woman.
could infallibly gain his cause. Therefore, the thorough education of women, — their admission to every advantage for training possessed by man, -seems to us the parent of all other reforms. Let there be the river, it will not fail to find its channel, and the right path to the sea. Let women be known to have faculties available for definite work, and the sentimental will have to sigh over her deserted " 'sphere" in vain. It was long before female physicians were heard of about 1745-that a woman in good society in New York, a Mrs. Lester, was known to have great surgical skill and medical knowledge, and in the course of thirty-four years she was called to attend 1300 important cases. A woman became chief calculator of lunar tables at Washington, because when Congress made an ap propriation for a Nautical Almanac she offered the most accurate work. Neither of these women failed to receive due applause from society. Mrs. Dall's excellent work is a cyclopædia of facts which show that woman's sphere will always be widened enough to include anything she can actually contribute to society. But her credentials must be verified, to use Margaret Fuller's phrase, by good work. We believe, therefore, that the first thing of all to claim for her is the right of education, the right, that is, to be put in possession of the implements for her work. And experience has shown that this will not be fairly done until women are admitted to the same studies, in the same universities, with men. In every female college in the world studies are expurgated, qualified, selected, accommodated, to suit some preconceived nonsensical theory about But whether this creed be true or not, it woman's mind or woman's sphere. Thus will never be recognized in the organization she is shackled to begin with, and then held of society until women have shown their up to illustrate her inability to keep step ability to help the world materially in all with man. If a thing be true, a woman these directions. As it is the rule of the has, in her ability to learn it, the right to British Constitution to admit classes to learn it; and in depriving her of a particupower only when there is more danger in lar study, man may be withholding the parkeeping them out than in admitting them, ticular ray of heat or light under which her so it will for a long time be the rule with special ability would unfold. It is a deep our commercial Anglo-Saxon man to make wrong that ages which held that women had changes only when they improve the col- no souls, or made them slaves, or fashumn of profits and diminish that of loss. ionable toys, - or consecrated them to We have not the least faith that our solid nunneries, should still be represented in men will suffer a sentiment to come between our laws, institutions, and colleges; and it them and a solid advantage. If the most is adding insult to the injury, when the maconservative man in England had consump-chinery into which we place her turns out tion or epilepsy, and really believed that a "the girl of the period," to hold her up to certain woman could completely cure him, the scorn of the world as the best thing that
woman has become in the noon of the nine- | pulse, tenderness, and moral promptings, teenth century. It comes to this: having grow into tawdry sentimentalism when shut by force taken possession of the means of out from their fit arena, when untrained to education, men turn to cast shame on wo- emulate a brother's active life. Coolness, men that they are left outside! The fact is, forethought, and strength, grow into cunthe Egyptians believe that woman has no ning, rapacity, and tyranny, when uninflusoul; the English believe she has no rea- enced by that gentler element of your nason; the wretched Ailmehs on the Nile ture which God has placed by your side." are produced by one theory, and female In the home we have succeeded, in civifrivolity in some and ruin in other classes lized communities, in overruling to some are the fatal leaf and blossom of the other. extent this horrible divorce. The next step These Roman and Salic laws upon which is to overrule it in the larger home where our modern society is based are really de- human minds are nurtured and trained for crees of divorce between man and woman, life- the school. And from these the sabetween their mutually supplementary pow-cred reuniting influence shall surely extend ers. As Mrs. Dall has well said: "Im- | through all the departments of human life.
CROMWELL AND THE CAVALIERS.-It was in the night his coffin was dug up at Westminster, the Abbey the Cavaliers believed Cromwell's and carted off to the Red Lion Inn at Holborn, body to lie; but this is not our legend, for we to be hung the next day on the Tyburn gibbet, think we know where he really is. The author the body was secretly removed, another substiof "The History of England during the Reigns tuted in its place, and the real corpse of the of the Royal House of Stuart " says that a gen- Protector buried in what is now the centre of tlewoman who attended the Protector during his Red Lion-square-exactly where the obelisk last illness told him that the day after his death used to be, and as nearly as possible on the site his friends, fearing the malice and insults of the of the little black, dismal summer-house that Cavaliers if they ever regained power, wrapped now stands there. The legend, true or untrue, in lead the body so sacred to all good Puritans; has hallowed the spot for ever. The Cavaliers two of his nearest relations and a guard of sol- wasted their cruelty. On June the 14th, immediers then put it on board a barge and carried it diately after the Restoration, the waxen effigy of below bridge, and at night sank it under the Cromwell-the one we have described as lying quiet waters in the deepest part of the Thames. in state-was hung by a rope to the bars of a But neither is this our legend. The author of window of the Jewel Office at Whitehall, amid "The Compleat History of England," again, the derision of the fickle mob. On December relates a still more reliable tradition, which he the 8th, the Lords concurred with the Commons derived from the son of Barkstead the regicide, in ordering the bodies (carcases they called them) a gentleman then still living, and to be met with of Cromwell, Ireton, Bradshaw, and Pride to be at Richards' Coffee House, within Temple Bar. dug up, carried on hurdles to Tyburn, there to The story was this: - His father was Lieutenant be hung in their coffins, and afterwards to be of the Tower, and one of Cromwell's special con- buried under the gibbet. The rough disinterfidants. During Cromwell's last illness, Bark- ment took place on January the 26th. That stead one day desired to know where his friend was Saturday night; on Monday night the bod wished to be buried; the Protector answered, ies were carted to the Red Lion Inn in Holborn, where he had obtained the greatest victory and and the next day drawn on sledges to Tyburn, glory, on the field of Naseby, and as near as amid the curses and acclamations of the same possible to the spot where the heat of the action people who had so often greeted the victorious had been. One midnight, soon after his death, Protector. The bodies were pulled out of their the body was embalmed and placed in a leaden coffins in the Tyburn fields, and hung upon the coffin, and was put into a hearse. This hearse, triple tree. At sunset they were taken down, Barkstead the narrator- then a boy of fifteen - the heads cut off, and the trunks buried in a says he helped to escort down to Northampton- deep hole under the gallows. The next day the shire. On arriving at Naseby, they found a common hangman (Jack Ketch himself, we begrave nine feet deep already dug, the mould lieve) stuck the heads on poles, and set them on carefully heaped on one side, and the green sods the top of Westminster Hall, Bradshaw in the on the other. The coffin was then lowered, the middle, Ireton on one side, and Cromwell on the mould replaced, the residue carted away, and other. An embalmed head, said to be that of the turf laid down again with care and precis- Cromwell, is still preserved by a London antiion. Soon after, the field was ploughed up and quarian. Let us hope that our legend is true, sown for three or four years successively with and that there still, under the sooty summercorn. But our own legend, which we have hith-house, rest the honored bones of the great Pro-` erto kept so carefully secret, is asserted with tector. The very possibility of the truth of such equal firmness, and rests on still more reliable a legend will surely consecrate that slip of dingy testimony. It is reported, and is still believed garden-ground as long as London remains the by many, that either soon after his death, or on centre of the world's civilization. VOL. XI. 458
From The Spectator.
RUN TO EARTH.*
(whose vulgarity, by the way, as described in the novel, is wholly out of accordance with the position they occupy), marries the baronet, is made a widow in a few weeks through Carrington's devices, devotes herself to purposes of revenge, and discovers at last that she is the stolen child of a lady of title and distantly connected with her husband's family.
We have but glanced at some of the more prominent incidents of the novel, which the author is no doubt justified in calling "a sensational story, pure and simple." She quotes also an observation made by "one of the most accomplished reviewers of the day" (Mr. Lewes, we believe), to the effect that in criticizing stories there should be some discrimination of the kind of interest attempted, and that the critic should not demand from the writer qualities incompatible with or utterly disregarded by his method. The interest aimed at in Run to Earth is simply sensational, and we are ready to grant that in that aim the author has been successful. She has made up a tale utterly without probability, without characterization, without thought, without humour, pathos, or poetry, without one of the charms, in short, which delight us in the great masters of fiction, a tale which has no use in the world beyond that of stimulating an unwholesome curiosity, and supplying fitting aliment to a vulgar sort of mental dissipation. This is the kind of success achieved by the writers of sensational fiction, and the same kind of distinction may be justly awarded to the novel before us. It fulfils its purpose, but the critic may be permitted to ask whether such a purpose is worth fulfilling?
"RUN TO EARTH" is an extraordinary specimen of sensational fiction. The author has, if possible, excelled herself, she has beaten all her rivals, she has forever obscured the fame of those wonderful fiction-writers, beloved of errand-boys and shop-girls, who deal in revenge and murder, jealousy and hatred, who treat the wildest and most diabolical actions as ordinary occurrences, who convert men into ghouls and women into harpies, who can transform with a stroke of the pen a beggar into a princess, and an English gentleman into a Thug. If the first object of the novelist be to excite a morbid curiosity, if blood and poisoning and intrigue, the most hateful passions, the vilest actions, form the best ingredients of fiction, then it must be owned that no one has mixed them together more skilfully than Miss Braddon. Her admirers, and they are many, will assuredly not be disappointed with this fiction. We can promise them a murder, a seduction, a suicide, and the conversion of a streetsinger into a fashionable young lady before they have read a hundred pages of the story. A little further on they will be introduced to a surgeon known as Victor Carrington, but who is in reality an exiled French nobleman, "a creature without a conscience, without a heart," who wears a mask of metal with glass eyes, accomplishes an outrageous plot and an incredible murder in the first volume, a plot still more outrageous and a murder only possible in fiction in the second volume, and very nearly commits another murder in the third. Then the readers of this marvellous novel will be taken to a mysterious gambling house at Fulham, with a secret room in which rouge-et-noir is played. The house is kept by Madame Durski, a lonely and beautiful THE COMPOSITION OF LAVA.- The lava thrown woman, who lures fools to their destruction, is out by Mount Vesuvius during the present erupherself a slave to opium, and yet, strange to say, tion has been subjected to analysis by an Italian is one of the most respectable people in the nar- chemist, and found to contain the following ingre rative. This lady's affianced lover accuses her dients: Silica, 39 parts; lime, 18; alumina, 14; of endeavouring to poison him, whereupon Ma- magnesia, 3; protoxide of iron, 13; potash, 1; dame Durski, "luckless, hopeless, heartbroken,' soda, 10; water, 2. The specimen, therefore, takes an overdose of her favourite " compound," closely resembled the common glass seen in wine and disappears from the scene. This is but one bottles. Lava, though varying considerably in sensational incident among many. We have a colour and solidity or friability, and occasionally sailor accusing his honest father-in-law of mur-containing little groups of crystalline minerals, der, a husband accusing his wife of adultery, the disappearance of a baby heiress who lives in a castle and who is protected by a great iron door, the achievements of a London detective, and the ignominious failures of a husband hunter. Marvellous, too, are the adventures of the heroine, who sings in low public houses at Wapping, is said to be the child of a wretch whom she
knows to be a murderer, is picked out of the gutter by a baronet worth £40,000 a year, is transferred to "a thoroughly aristocratic seminary, presided over by two maiden sisters"
Run to Earth. A Novel. By the author of Lady Audley's Secret. 3 vols. London: Ward, Locke, and Tyler. 1868.
would seem to be a sort of rough natural glass or earthenware mainly produced from sand, chalk, clay, and similar common earthy substances.
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tionize the present mode of collecting and sup It is thought the change will revoluplying news to the provincial dailies. Under the new system a leader-writer will be able to telegraph a late article for about 5s.
AN ILLUMINATING FLASH.
AFTER the crisis of a storm has passed, a company of persons become very lively, and have an additional feeling of home. They had withdrawn into the inner music saloon, whose vaulted ceiling, brilliantly lighted up, had even a festive appearance. Half way up the walls of the room four balconies projected, and in the centre was the grand piano. On one side was a circular seat, upon an elevated platform, where Bella was sitting with the happy justice's wife on the right, and the forester's wife on the left.
The young girls were promenading arm in arm through the saloon, and Pranken, full of his jokes, accompanied them; he carried in his hand a rose out of Lina's wreath; when Clodwig and Eric joined the circle, with the mayor, the young people came up to them.
Bella asked the major whether the work upon the castle, which Herr Sonnencamp had begun to rebuild, was still continued. The mayor nodded; he always nodded several times before he spoke, as if carefully arranging beforehand what he should say.
He asserted very confidently that they would find a spring in the castle court-yard. Clodwig begged him to preserve carefully every relic of the middle ages and the Roman period, and promised soon to go himself, and superintend the excavations. The head-forester jestingly observed, "Herr Sonnencamp," everybody called him Herr, but with a peculiar accent, as if they wished no further acquaintance with him, "Herr Sonnencamp will probably now give his name to the restored castle."
When Herr Sonnencamp's name was mentioned, it seemed as if a dam had been carried away, and the conversation rushed in headlong from all quarters.
"Herr Sonnencamp has a deal of understanding," said the school-director, "but Molière maliciously observes, that the rich man's understanding is in his pocket."
The apothecary added, Herr Sonnencamp loves to represent himself as an incorrigible sinner, in the hope that nobody will believe him; but people do believe him."
Then she gave it to be understood that the old established families could not be too strict in receiving foreign intruders.
In a somewhat forced humor, Bella joked about the long nails of Frau Ceres; but her lips trembled when Clodwig said very sharply, "Among the Indians long nails take the place of family descent, and the one perhaps is as good as the other."
All were amazed when Clodwig spoke so disparagingly of the nobility. He seemed displeased at the detracting remarks upon the Sonnencamp family; he was above all meanness, and everything small and invidious was as offensive to him as a disagreeable odor. Turning to Eric, he said, "Herr Sonnencamp, the present subject of the conversation, is the owner of many millions. To acquire such immense wealth is an evidence of strength; or, I should rather say, to acquire great wealth shows greatvigor; to keep it requires great wisdom; and to use it well is a virtue and an art." He paused, and as no one spoke, he continued, Riches have a certain title to respect; riches, especially one's own acquisition, are an evidence of activity and service. Far easier does it appear to me to be a prince, than to be a man of such excessive wealth. Such an accumulation of power is apt to make men arbitrary; a very wealthy man lives in an atmosphere saturated, as it were, with the consciousness of supreme power, and ceases to be an individual personality, and the whole world assumes to him the aspect of a price-current list. Have you ever met such a man?"
Before Eric could reply, Pranken roughly broke in, "Captain Dournay wishes to become the tutor of the young Sonnencamp." All eyes were directed towards Eric; he was regarded as if he had been suddenly transformed, and clad in a beggar's garment. The men nodded to each other and shrugged their shoulders; a man engaging in a private employment, and such an employment too, had lost all title to consideration. The ladies looked at him compassionately. Eric saw nothing of all this. He did not know what Pranken meant by this surprising revelation; he felt that he must make some reply, but knew not what to say.
A painful pause followed Pranken's communication. Clodwig had placed his hands upon his lips, that had become very pale. At last he said, "Such an appointment will contribute to your honor, and to the honor and good fortune of Herr Sonnencamp."
Eric caught the names Herr Sonnencamp, Frau Ceres, Manna, Roland, Frau Perini; it was like the chirping of birds in the woods, all sounds mingled together, and no one melody distinctly heard. The wife of the justice, with a significant glance towards Pranken, said, “Men like the major and Herr von Pranken can take up at once such mysterious, interloping people from abroad, but ladies must be more reserved." Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Mass.
Eric felt a broad hand laid upon his shoulder, and on looking round he gazed into the smiling countenance of the major,