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knees with her head bent forward on the placing it on one side, continued her hopeless ground. Before, however, I had time to plunge flight. But I was now close on her, and having the knife into her back, she rose unexpectedly become desperate with heat and fever, I sprang and made off with a staggering pace, but only on her downwards, risking all, and thrust the to fall prostrate a gunshot farther on. I now knife into her heart. Ah, la pauvre bête! considered there was no danger, and going up to mais je lui aurais fait grâce," said Henri Jesson, the animal, I prepared with confidence to end the one of the guests, who felt compassion for the adventure. It was here I learnt that lesson of poor sow, so tender for a helpless being, even in which I have since realised the importance on the trying moment of her own extremity. "Et many an occasion - namely, to distrust the ap- moi, Messieurs," replied the Count, "qui avais pearances of exhaustion in powerful and dan- perdu deux dents!" And with this the Count gerous animals. On bending over this appar- raised his upper lip, and exhibited the vacant ently dead sow, to ascertain the precise wherea- space once occupied by two front teeth, knocked bouts of her mortal wound, she started up sud- out in his collision with the gentle sow. denly, and dealing me with her head a blow on the mouth that sent me reeling, she bolted off full gallop and left me unconscious on the ground. On recovering the shock, which was a most severe one, I perceived the sow had again relaxed in her pace, and I rushed after her breathing rage and vengeance. Fortunately, a team of bullocks had passed in the interval, and diverted her from the marshes-where I should assuredly have lost her—and at the same time a shepherd and his dog had intercepted her return to the cover. She had consequently struck directly into the high road, which was indeed her only alternative, unless she had faced round in defiance of my drawn and shining knife. I had no time to reload, for though the sow ran limping, her pace was rapid enough to try my utmost wind, and I was compelled at last to drop my piece in order to run more lightly. After some twenty minutes of this exercise, a party of field labourers approached in the opposite direction, and the sow turned off immediately into the open fallows. Here my strength began to fail, but I still held on, encouraged by the sight on one side of some horses feeding, and, on the other, of a straw cottage. These objects seemed to pre-nification, would throw some light on their hisvent the sow from diverging, and I was able to tory. Thus, concerning a leopard with spots on keep her in view for a long distance ahead. She his body as big as pancakes, it is gravely stated had now decidedly the best of it, I being reduced that he is "countercompony of the first and secto a walking pace and she being out of sight. ond." If the reader can solve the mystery inPresently, however, I saw her running back to- volved in that expression he is a much cleverer wards me, having been turned, I presume, by fellow than I am. Again, a porcupine pousset some object which I was too distant to perceive. ting, who has had his quills combed down I thought it was her intention to attack me, in- smooth and sleek, is described as “ gyronny of stead of which she turned off obliquely and fol- eight," which expression is also too crabbed for lowed an open cartway leading to the entrance of my powers of penetration. A lion who seems to a large farm. Here she began to run more stand ill at ease, as though on one leg rather faintly, and I gained upon her sensibly. She than two, presents an enigma somewhat less difthen stopped for an instant, but seemed immedi- ficult; concerning him it is said, "lions gamb ately to recover her strength and proceeded to erased in bend within a boudure," by which I limp on with fresh courage. Another moment understand some accident or other to the anibrought her to the farm-yard, into which she ran mal's leg; gamb means leg, of course, and the without hesitation and I followed close behind erasure, which must be an injury of some kind, her. A pathway through the farm led to low may have been consequent on the brute's having ground visible from the entrance. Into this put his foot into chancery somehow or other, as pathway the sow struck forthwith, and you will seems to me to be intimated by the term "within imagine my horror on perceiving right before her a boudure." In the case of one of the lynxes, I on the ground an infant of tender years, sitting find the expressions made use of to describe him, heedless of all peril, alone at play. The sow ran or it may be something belonging to him, are straight at the child, and I closed my eyes in pain" a bend cotised sa," the purport and propriety as already in fancy I saw it dashed into the air, of which, I am sorry to say, I am not lynx-eyed or killed and mangled on the spot. Not so, gen- enough to discover. tlemen. She took it up most gently, and softly |

HERALDIC ANIMALS. Among the wild animals are elephants, lions, tigers, wolves, bears, antelopes, stags, lynxes, porcupines, foxes, and wild boars, not to mention hogs and pigs and piglings innumerable, long-tailed, short-tailed, and curly-tailed. Concerning all these denizens of the forest, the most remarkable thing is the unanimity that reigns among them in regard to one particular matter; what I mean is, that, with an occasional exception in favour of the pigs and piglings, one and all of them stand on their hind legs. Whatever else they do, they are sure to do that; with their fore feet and paws they may push against some shield or hatchment, they may grasp as best they can a dagger or a battle-axe, or flourish their tails aloft and expand their nostrils as if cager for the fight; but under any circumstances they decline to settle down on all fours, so that I am forced to conclude that the position which is natural to their congeners is foreign to them. With regard to some of them there are certain cabalistic expressions used which it is possible, if one could get at their sig

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HAPPY THOUGHTS. By F. C. Burnand. Boston: Roberts Brothers.

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We shrug our shoulders when we meet,
Our garments gather lest we touch;
We will not own that any such
Are more than dust below our feet.
We mutter in 'side-whispered talk,
"How dreadful is this City's sin!"
We in our wealth of warmth within;
They pacing wearily the walk,
With awful eyes, and hungry glare,
Still seeking what they may devour,
With more of horror in an hour
Than we in half a life could bear.
Whose is the greater sin,—or ours,

Or theirs? We are not tried as they, Whose living deaths from day to day Make torture of those even hours, Which gracious Heaven permits to glide

In quiet comfort o'er our heads,
Who, sleeping soft in downy beds,
Regard our easy lot with pride;
As if ourselves that lot had made,

Had gained it by our proper skill,
And Heaven had merely to fulfil
The claims consistent with our grade.
As if, assured of granted grace,

We knew our sins already shriven;
And, holding heritage in Heaven,
But waited to assume our place.
Christians of course, but all our years
Forgetful of our Saviour's law,
Who, when the Magdalen He saw
Washing His feet with bitter tears,

Forgave her sin, and changed her lot,
And raised her up, and bade her go
In peace, and taught us all below
A lesson we have nigh forgot.

And, "always with us," still we find
These ever-present at our side,
Yet from our hearts the truth we hide,
That we and they are Christian-kind.

Ah, that His light would shine again,
To show us where our duty lies,
And wake compassion in our days
Like that which shone from His at Nain!
Churchman's Family Magazine.

THE PROUDEST LADY.

THE Queen is proud on her throne,

And proud are her maids so fine,
But the proudest lady that ever was known,
Is a little lady of mine.

And oh! she flouts me, she flouts me !

And spurns, and scorns, and scouts me !
Though I drop on my knee and sue for grace,
And beg and beseech with the saddest face,
Still ever the same she doubts me.

She is seven by the calendar,
A lily's almost as tall;

But ah! this little lady's by far
The proudest lady of all.

It's her sport and pleasure to flout me!
To spurn, and scorn, and scout me!

But ah! I've a notion it's nought but play,

And that, say what she will and feign what she

may,

She can't well do without me.

When she rides on her nag, away,
By park, and road, and river,
In a little hat, so jaunty and gay,

Oh! then she's prouder than ever!
And oh ! what faces, what faces!
What petulant, pert grimaces!
Why, the very pony prances and winks,
And tosses his head, and plainly thinks

He may ape her airs and graces.
But at times like a pleasant tune,

A sweeter mood o'ertakes her; Oh! then she's sunny as skies of June, And all her pride forsakes her. Oh! she dances around me so fairly! Oh! her laugh rings out so rarely! Oh! she coaxes, and nestles, and purrs, and

pries,

In my puzzled face with her two great eyes,
And owns she loves me dearly.

Ay, the Queen is proud on her throne,
And proud are her maids so fine;

But the proudest lady that ever was known,
Is this little lady of mine.

Good lack! she flouts me, she flouts me !
She spurns, and scorns, and scouts me!
But ah! I've a notion it's nought but play,
And that, say what she will and think what she

may,

She can't well do without me.

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From The Quarterly Review. that the day would come when I should be A Memoir of the Right Hon. Hugh Elliot. obliged to mix diplomacy with every action of

By the Countess of Minto. Edinburgh, my life? There were moments when, dismissing 1868.

the anxieties caused me by these trickeries, We should be sorry to chill the hopes ! burst out laughing to think that I was director cloud the prospects of a distinguished ing the most important interests in concert with and popular class of public servants, but foreign ambassadors and ministers. Behold me

surrounded by the Pope's Nuncio, Monseignor afraid that diplomacy has seen

Giraud, Archbishop of Damas ; the Count of its best days; and that if steam, elec

Marcy Argenteau, Austrian Ambassador ; the tricity, and responsible government have

English Ambassador, Viscount Stormont ; M. not proved its ruin, they are rapidly ac- de Monecnigo ; and all the other great and petty celerating its decline. An ambassador at a members of the diplomatic body. How sly I corrupt or despotic Court, several days' or was with that Moncenigo, who was sly in everyweeks' journey from his own country, had thing. How reserved I was with Lord Storample scope for the display of tact, insight mont, who phlegmatically tried to win me over into character, knowledge of affairs, and to the interests of England. He was eternally even statesmanship. He had to deal with hanging about me. I could not guess the reafavourites, as well as with ministers of state. son of his tiresome assiduity. At last, one fine He had to humour caprices, and watch for day, he told me that his Court desired to give happy moments the mollia tempora fandi me proofs of its good-will, that it contemplated - as well as to draw up prototols or dic-offering me an annual present worthy of it

and me.

“My Lord," I replied, in a severe tate despatches. Instead of telegraphing for instructions, he was obliged to act upon honours with his friendship is rich enough to

tone, “ the woman whom the King of France his own judgment and responsibility on the make presents, and esteems herself sufficiently spur of the occasion, when haply the fate

to receive none !”, of kingdoms depended on the success or failure of an intrigue. It was a mistress,

A pupil in the Chesterfield school would Madame de Pompadour, irritated by some have avoided such a blunder, and this was contemptuous expressions imprudently let the school in which the most renowned didrop by Frederic the Great, that induced plomatists of the eighteenth century were France to join the combination against him brought up. The Prince de Broglie, who in the Seven Years' War; and many simi- dates (and, we think, a little antedates) the lar instances might be adduced in favour of subversive change in diplomacy from the Voltaire's well-known theory of causation French Revolution, speaks thus of its proin history

that great events are brought fessors or practitioners prior to 1789 : about by small things. When empires were

• Their memory was a gallery of living porruled by loose or capricious women, there traits, and their conversation, studded over with were no bounds to the influence which an the most august names, but marked by a disaccomplished and quick-witted man of the creet malignity, resembled that which is often world might exercise; and prior to the carried on in the vestibule about the habitués of French Revolution a Court or Government the château. There is nothing offensive in such controlled by reason, or anything that could a comparison. During a régime under which be called policy, was rather the exception kings represented the entire State, faithful dothan the rule. «Many men, in all nations, mestic service without meanness was a natural long for peace,' says Carlyle, speaking of form of patriotism. A large portion of their 1759; • but there are Three Women at the wandering lives was also spent in the pursuit of top of the world who do not: their wrath, sensuality and elegance, in sumptuous fêtes, various in quality, is great in quantity, and where they were hosts and guests by turns, disasters do the reverse of appeasing.'

wherever they pitched their tents. They gave These three women were Elizabeth of Rus- the signal for pleasure. Strange pastime, it will sia, Maria Theresa, and Madame Pompa- nations. But this judgment would be as super

be said, for the depositaries of the destinies of dour.

ficial as pedantic ; for if their policy was frivomy

friend ! (writes Madame du Barri] lous, their frivolity was still oftener political who would have told me in my fifteenth year These diversions were but an occasion for en.

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which give piquancy to private correspondence or memoirs: that the old school are practically extinct already; and that consequently a real service to historical and biographical literature is rendered by any one who rescues from oblivion an active and varied diplomatic career of the olden time. Such a career cannot fail to illustrate the manners and morals as well as the political annals of the period; and such a career

countering on the pacific territory of a salon, in the midst of songs, flowers, and festivity, the rival of the eve become the doubtful friend of the morning; to observe him when off his guard in the whirl of dissipation, and by the charm of private relations to soften the too rude conduct, and deaden the too clashing contact, of public interests. Besides, what ease in sustaining the weight of the heaviest affairs! what art in untying the knots! What reserve, exempt from restraint in the laisser-aller of a trifling or animated conversation! What strategy hid- pre-eminently fitted to amuse and instruct, den under the mask of good-humour! What is now before us in A Memoir of the finesse in insinuation! What vivacity in the Right Hon. Hugh Elliot,' by the Countess repartee! Entrusted to these light hands, the of Minto. stormy communication of nations retained to the very eve of armed conflict, and resumed on the very morrow of battle, the character of graceful amenity befitting the commerce of men of high rank and similar education.'*

The subject of this memoir was by no means a model diplomatist. Some of his best as well as his exceptionable qualities were ill-suited to the vocation. He was high-spirited, impulsive, and imprudent, as

He adds, with something like a sigh of well as clear-sighted, sagacious, and quick

regret:

Our generation has seen the wrecks of this artificial and brilliant group, to which the Restoration of 1815 brought back some days of transitory éclat. The spectacle was curious, and I like to recall the memory of it, more especially now that this product of another age of

the world has been buried forever under successive layers of revolutions.'

In the course of a valuable paper on The Diplomatic Service,' Sir Henry Bulwer plausibly contends that the result of the alteration should be increased care in the choice of our diplomatic agents, and a marked improvement in their character:

The affairs which were lispingly discussed in the lady's chamber are now seriously debated in the representative assembly; and the secrets timidly uttered round the fauteuil of the Minister are publicly printed in the daily papers. The nation is no longer circumscribed within the limits of a Court. It is necessary, then, that diplomacy should become acquainted with the nation itself.'

This raises a grave and difficult question upon which we are not at present disposed to enter. The sole point to which we wish to direct attention is that the new school rarely requiring, will rarely be chosen for, the personal qualities which create interest or be frequently placed in circumstances * La Diplomatie et Le Droit Nouveau.' Par Al

bert de Broglie. Paris, 1868.

witted. His self-indulgent habits, with his incurable irregularity, formed a grave drawback to his imperturbable presence of mind, his chivalrous courage, his varied acquirements, his ready wit, his powers of conversation, and his admitted charm of manner. But if this sort of man occasionally gets into difficulties by overstepping the conven

tional line, he has also methods of his own for getting out of them; and his biography, besides being the more interesting in itself, is so much the better adapted for placing in broad relief the peculiarities of the Courts to which he was successively accredited.

His character being of this composite sort, the duty of evolving and portraying it has fortunately been undertaken by a granddaughter who has inherited its brightest points, is on a par with him in fancy, feeling, and accomplishments, can follow him in his most discursive flights, and appreciate him in his most erratic moods. Her materials, independent of family traditions and reminiscences, consist of two portions or classes of correspondence: the first, composed of letters written by or relating to Mr. Elliot; the second, of letters private and official, written to him at dif ferent periods. These fill several volumes, and the nicest discrimination was required in dealing with them; but not only are the selections made with excellent judgment and unimpeachable good taste,they are pointed by reflections, and connected by

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