marked that it resembled that other nature unrivalled in the history of philibrary known to fame, Mr. Ponto's losophers. “which consisted chiefly of boots.” By

The “ librarians” are of every age a beautiful provision of the law of and disposition, from the gentle matchances, every article in the room has ronly presence which presides over all been ordered by a different person,-of our pleasures, to the grandchild of nine the result it may be said, as of Mr. Bob -a preternaturally sharp boy, who, Sawyer's chorus, in which each gentle under the influences of the place, has man sung the tune he knew best, “ the developed a capacity for annihilating effect was very striking.” The walls are retort only to be equalled among the blue, because one member of the family race of newsboys. To him most of the so fancied; the carpet is green, because remarks are addressed, and his amuseanother possessed, I suppose, an uncon- ment serves as an excuse for any degree scious weakness for grass, an inarticulate of childishness on the part of the love of Nature; and so on, until every adults. For his entertainment pictures law of color and contrast is violated. are drawn-as, for instance, that of the The chairs, tables, and sofas fully sus- Angular Saxon, a man's figure done tain the same principle: whatever is con- entirely in angles and straight lines, sidered unsuitable for any other room is with a square head, from which he was consigned to this; sometimes, I am pronounced to be clearly a blockhead. afraid, in a condition which would sug- For him, also, parodies are improvised gest the theory that we looked upon -as, upon one very cold night, that our library as a hospital for slightly harmless nursery-rhyme, concerning the invalided furniture, or that we believed troubles of poor little Robin Redbreast that chairs, like hearts,

during inclement weather, was suddenly

perverted to a description of the course may break, yet brokenly live on."

of a dissipated young man of the name Here abide banjo and guitar; here won- of Robert, and in this form sung in full ders of whistling and singing are per

chorus: formed; here a gypsy-tent seems always The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow, pitched, and under its shades the family

And what will poor Robin do then, and a few tried friends assemble.

Poor thing? To elect a person even temporarily a

He'll sit in the bar-room, “librarian,” is, in our eyes, the highest And keep himself warum (pure Celtic), compliment we can pay him. The bond And never say “No” to gin-sling, of union is not culture, nor literary

Poor thing! taste; for I am convinced more than Reading, some time ago, an article in one prominent member believes in his the Atlantic Monthly, entitled “Negro secret soul that Solomon's chief claim to Spirituals,” I was reminded of a contribe considered the wisest man lies in the bution of one of the librarians to the fact of his having said that “much

general entertainment Entering one study is a weariness to the flesh.” But evening, he asked if we would like to then such a perfect sense of humor as hear a genuine specimen of African these persons possess—they recognize Psalmody; and, upon our assenting, wit under any disguise; as it were, they gave us the following description of the snuff the battle from afar.

overthrow of King Pharaoh and his One article of faith we all hold-that host, sung to a strange, minor melody, first-class nonsense is rarer, more diffi

half chant, half tune : cult to produce, and, from a conversa

Did'n ole Phay get loss,

Get loss, get loss? tional point of view, more precious than

Did'n ole Phay get loss first-class sense; as we all likewise be

In de Red Sea ? lieve that the man who said, “here Phayo say, I gwine across

In de Red Sea, comes a fool-we must talk sense,” dis

So whip up your horses an'gallop across, played a perception of truth and human

In de Red Sea.


Did'n ole Phay get loss,

The male “librarians,” in common Get loss, get loss ?

with all masculine Bohemians, evidentDid'n ole Pbay get loss In de Red Sea ?

ly believe their thoughts and fancies to Phago say, I gwine along home

have something in their nature analoIn de Red Sca,

gous to the flesh of swine; that they Oh, how I wish I hadn't a-come, In de Red Sea !

are in a crude state-nere pork, as it

were—until, by the influence of smoke, Did'n ole Phay get loss,

they are cured into a consistency corGet loss, get loss! Did'n ole Phay get loss

responding to wholesome and palatable In de Red Sea ?

bacon. Consequently, we might be perHebrews say, We got across now,

manently described as under a cloud. In de Red Sea, At Thy feet we humblie bow,

Not long since, these librarians took In de Red Sea !

under consideration - Tobacco as At first we strongly suspected it had moral agent;” and, starting from Dr. its origin in his fertile brain; but upon Watts' principle, that strict inquiry it was found to be a veri

Satan finds some mischief still table native production, sung constant

For idle hands to do, ly in the colored churches of Baltimore, and familiar to and often performed by proved to their own satisfaction that it the sable inhabitants of our kitchens.

must have accomplished incalculable As such, I present it to that large class good to the human race.

Then it was inquired, whether the for whom every thing connected with the race seems to have such a singular

red man could properly be spoken of as fascination. As a condensed piece of

Lo, the poor Indian; description, it appears to me admirable.

even though he has an "untutored The way in which the event is deline- mind;" though small-pox and the warated by indicating the emotions of the path have borne hardly upon him, when actors is really artistic; and the psy

it is recollected at what an early date chological insight displayed in the sin

tobacco was known to him, and that he gle line,

is still capable of enjoying an unlimited Oh, how I wish I hadn't a-come!

number of pipes. is beyond praise. You feel convinced A suspicion arises in my mind, that that such and such only was the senti- this account of our private Bohemia ment which filled King Pharaoh's soul will chiefly suggest the counterpart of as he saw the watery walls descend. Mr. Pickwick's sensation, when told by

I never take up a newspaper, with its Mr. Peter Magnus that he sometimes, in account of civil commotions, without writing to his friends, signed himself being reminded of a peculiarity of the P. M., afternoon; as it amused them. discoverer of this gem. After fighting “Mr. Pickwick rather envied the ease through the entire war, he never speaks with which Mr. Peter Magnus' friends of the time which has since elapsed were amused.” But this is precisely one except as—“since peace broke out.” of the points I am trying to set forth,

The conversation turning upon the that a capacity for being easily amused license of expression now taken by is really the most enviable of characterwomen both in public and private, one istics. Blessed is the man to whom it of our band inquired, “In what particu- has been given. To him there is no lar do women of the present day resem need to “ Would he were a boy again,” ble St. Paul ?" The entire company

for he carries within him a fountain of replied by simply denying the possibili perpctual youth. Better still, his title ty of such a likeness; but were forced to a private Bohemia is undeniable. to retract when informed that it was In parting, dear reader, I can express " because they speak after the manner no better wish for your happiness, than of men."

that your claim is also secure.


This is his picture! Can it be
That such a perfect child is he-
That dearest of all babes to me,

Our Willie

My own child's child, just one year old !
Do I at length his face behold,
His noble brow, his curls of gold,

Our Willie ?

Yes, these are his young mother's eyes,
Lucid and blue as summer-skies,
Brimming with love that in her lies—

Her Willie !

Out of their depths to me she speaks, Whose heart her mother's heart yet seeksStop! I must kiss those rosy cheeks,

Our Willie !

What! no sweet kiss returned again?
Ah! now comes back the cruel pain-
To seek thy fond embrace in vain,

Our Willie !

. Here but thy beauty's semblance beamsThis is the picture of my dreams, 'Tis not thyself—it only seems

Our Willie !

I touch the dimpled neck and arms-
No start-no infant fear alarms!
Oh, I cannot infold thy charms,

Our Willie !

This portrait gives thee to my eye-
Enraptured, “Come to me !" I cry:
No little arms reach out to try,

Ah, Willie!

This is not what my heart demands-
No! I must feel thee with my hands,
The living touch Love understands,

My Willie!

I long to dimple with my kiss
That baby-flesh-to feel the bliss
of pressing this new charm, and this,

Sweet Willie !

Against my own warm cheek and breast
To hush thy fluttering fears to rest-
To feel once so supremely blest,

Our Willie !

It cannot be! Weeks, months, aye, years
Of fruitless longings, hopes, and fears,
Must pass, ere thou shalt dry my tears,

Ah, Willie!

And yet, kind Father, this forbid !
Love's yearnings thou hast never chid;
Oh ! lift the drooping heart and lid-

Bring Willie!
That longed-for, blessed moment speed
When Love this picture will not need,
But living, breathing, fold indeed

Our Willie !



that old gossip, History, may be trust“NOTHING is new but what is forgot- ed-often devoted hours at a time to ten!” exclaimed that very great philos- the study of furbelows and flounces for opher, the court-milliner of Marie An the adornment of his own royal person, toinette. Old fashions, and old names of his mignons, of the court-ladies, or for them, are forever reviving. Crino of his own quiet, harmless queen. Legline goes back as far as the sixteenth of-mutton sleeves may have originated century. In 1587 we are told of a in this way, in the royal cabinet of mixture of crin et bourre, over which Henri. They were called, at that day, gowns were spread to show off their manches à la gigotte, instead of the greatest amplitude. Perchance the in- gigot of 1840. Hideous these must vention, if followed up to its sources, always have been. But those ancient might even be traced to the profound legs-of-mutton would appear to have calculations of a royal brain, that of been very costly, and something quite Henri III., famous as that sovereign formidable, indeed, recalling the times was for deep reflection and great in- when a full harness of steel was the daily ventive powers, where dress was con garb of gallant knights. A courtly pair cerned. His gentle queen, Louise de of these manches à la gigotte, when out Vaudemont, was generally tricked out of repair, must needs be sent to the king's in a wardrobe of her royal husband's jeweller, requiring his delicate workmancontriving. Monsieur ne reçoit pas: ship. Items of this nature are found reMonsieur compose !

was the answer corded in royal archives of expenditure. given by the porter of one of the great It would seem that these sleeves were Parisian men-milliners of our own day, stretched over a complicated and exin answer to an application for admit- pensive frame of light wirework, which tance, at his Hôtel in the Chaussée needed expert fingers to put together D'Antin; some new device in the out when out of order. line, or some new combination of col While ladies wore these manches à la oring, of chapeau, or cache-peigne, was gigotte on their shoulders, courtly galfloating through his mind, and must be lants had their haut-de-chausses enlarged seized and brought to successful com by a device of the same kind, still larger. pleteness ere the happy idea had van An exquisite of that day measured five ished. The chamberlains of Henri III. or six feet about the hips, the protumight often have given the same an berance tapering down to the knee, at swer to ambassadors and counsellors : which point the leg appeared of its “ Le roi compose ! " His Majesty—if natural size.

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something quite superior to the later As early as 1662 Paris was already fiacre of the streets of Paris; they were provided with that convenience we are provided with steps, which let down, accustomed to consider as quite modern, like other good carriages of the time. -the omnibus of large towns. And it The success of the enterprise was at was no less a person than the great first very great. The sister of Pascal, Pascal, the author of the Pensées and Madame Périer, writing to M. Arnauld the Lettres Provinciales, to whom the de Pomponne, March 21, 1662, says: citizens owed the useful idea. The “ The plan has been so successful, that Duke de Roannès, a friend of Pascal, from the first morning the coaches were was the patron of the enterprise, and well filled. Even women went in them. provided the means of carrying it out. In the afternoon there was such a crowd Here, assuredly, was a promising begin- that one could not get near them; and ning. For a time the plan was highly it has been the same ever since.” Like a successful. Three noble partners—if good sister, as she was, and proud of her such commercial phrase be applicable brother's success, Madame Périer adds -obtained from King Louis XIV. a later : “I heard blessings poured on the royal grant of monopoly for the un- head of the founder of an enterprise so dertaking; they were the Duke de advantageous, and so useful to the pubRoannès, the Marquis de Crenau, and lic." the Marquis de Sourches. A great re

Great indeed was the success. Ere ligious philosopher, a courtly duke, and long every important street in Paris had two of those perfumed marquises of petitioned to be included in the route Versailles so riddled by the witty ridi- of the “sixpenny-coaches.” A second cule of Molière, were thus the founders line was soon opened, by royal ordonof the omnibus! The grant of the king nance as usual, between the Place Rowas dated February 7th, 1662. A month yale and the well-known church of St. later—Saturday, March 18th, at seven Roch, in the Rue St. Honoré-one of o'clock in the morning—the new car- the most profitable lines of the modern riages were in motion, “ running," as Parisian omnibus to-day. Other routes the king's ordonnance expresses it, “ like were opened. The number of the coaches the coaches travelling in the country, was increased. Every thing looked prosmaking daily trips in Paris between the perous. The plan was succeeding to addifferent parts of the city.”

miration. Pascal might well feel gratiThe route lay between the Porte St. fied at the result of his benevolent plan. Antoine and the Palace of the Luxem- The perfumed marquises were doubtless bourg, to and fro. There were at first charmed with the prospect of the golden seven of these coaches, each carrying louis to be added to their coffers. Sudsix or eight passengers very comfort- denly the aspect of things changed. Afably. The coachmen wore blue coats, ter so good a beginning, at the end of with the arms of the king and those another twelvemonth the “sixpennyof the city of Paris on the breast. The coaches" had entirely disappeared from numbers were marked on the coach- the streets of Paris. The enterprise failed panels by golden fleur-de-lis. The in the end. The death of Pascal occurprice of fare was five sous, equivalent ring about that time, was, idly enough, to six sous to-day; and the vehicles supposed by some to have caused this were called carrosses à cinq sous, from

failure. The real cause appears simple this fact. By law, the coachman was enough to us to-day. The spirit of arisforbidden to change large coin, and tocracy, getting the better of common thus delay the passengers. Every one sense, ruined the omnibus of 1662. The must come “fip" in hand. We are not spirit of democracy has, many a time told whether this suggestion originated since that day, worked mischief by in the mathematical head of Pascal, or the same forgetfulness. And yet, withnot. The new coaches must have been out common sense, neither “sixpenny

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