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she says, “how little reason and judg- rushed in, and Lassalle delivered her ment you have where women are con- daughter back into her hands. “A kiss, cerned.”

a pressure of the hand," she says-"my The only answer the political mes- lover was gone, and I never saw him siah" deigns to give is self-sufficient and again." With all her vanity and frivolity, petulant, and ends by almost openly tell- we cannot help, for the first time, feeling ing her to mind her own business, and a sort of sympathy for poor Helena thus then the pair of worthy lovers make fun left to the mercy of her mother and of the woman, who, whatever her faults father, who proceeded to personal viomay have been, had behaved nobly and lence while conducting her home. She generously to Lassalle, and was at that was there locked in her room, and told moment supporting him with her money. by her enraged parents that she should Helena takes up her photograph and remain a prisoner until she came to her says, “ Your Countess is, God knows, senses. not handsome.'

We find Lassalle at this time writing He laughs, agrees with her, but adds, to the Countess Hatzfeldt as his “best

Twenty years ago she was beautiful ! and only friend," and telling her that he Remember she was born in 1805." was so unhappy that he wept for the

Then she ought to have been in love first time for fifteen years. with Napoleon 1.," is the witty reply. the only one that knows what it means

Lassalle, however, with infinite trou- when I tell you that I, the iron-one, ble, has to explain to his Helena that, writhe under my sufferings like a worm. from a worldly point of view, she must We are afraid, however, that the tears remain friends with the Countess on ac- he shed were rather those of resentment count of the allowance she gives him. and baffled endeavor than those of grief So it is decided that they shall pay and sorrow at the loss of the woman he visit every year.

loved. Meanwhile Helena has to return to He had the consciousness that if he her parents at Geneva, where she found took this affair in humility and with them all in a state of happy excitement resignation, the pride that had kept him on the subject of her sister's engagement strong in so many conflicts would be to Count Kayserling. She took advan- broken, and his belief in his “star" tage of the temporary softness of her extinguished for ever. mother's manner to confess her own en

“Soon," he writes, “shall I go down into gagement to Lassalle, hoping that the

the earth-not through the brutal strength that brilliant choice her sister had made I have so often overcome, but through the would induce them to give consent at boundless treachery, through the unprecedent, least to theirs. But swiftly and sudden- ed inconstancy and frivolity of a woman that I ly did the dark clouds of unhappiness loved above and beyond all things. descend upon her. What now en

Fräulein von Doenniges was hardly sued,” she says, is so terrible, so sad, of the stuff martyrs are made of. Acthat my heart shudders and trembles cording to her own account, she submitwhen I endeavor to recall the memory ted to unheard of persecutions for her of it.” Her mother broke out into a lover's sake, and only yielded after a flood of invectives, and went to fetch long period of resistance. According to her father, who with threatening mien Lassalte's friends, she gave up the cause and trembling voice asked “ what ridi- at once, and consented to sign and write culous story this was about this rascally whatever they told her. Indeed, by democrat?" Fräulein von Doenniges, her own confession, we ascertain that she frightened at the storm she had brought received frequent visits from Yanko von upon herself, fled to take refuge with Racowitza at this period. She calls the Lassalle, and implored him to take her feeling she nourished for her rejected away. He with melodramatic dignity suitor“ objective sympathy ;" we prerefused to do so, and told her to have fer to call it by its true name, heartless patience and he would win her yet, coquetry and instability of character, openly and loyally as his wife. At that especially when we find her engaging moment the excited mother, having dis- herself to the prince, and in a conversacovered her daughter's hiding-place, tion held with iwo friends of Ferdinand's in the presence of her father, formally 31st, conscious to the last, recognizing rejecting the offer of his hand, and word- his friends, and holding the hand of the ing her rejection in the most insulting Countess clasped in his. terms.

During this time Helen's sufferings If those foolish, abrupt, incredibly heart

and anxiety were indescribable. less words,” she writes in these memoirs, “which were later put in my mouth, were

I heard those around me whispering, ‘he really made by me, they can only be excused

is suffering tortures, they have given him by my excited and intense repulsion toward

opium.' Three days passed in this suspense, Rüstow (one of Lassalle's friends); and on

until at ten o'clock on the morning of the third, going to my room I determined to write to

Yanko entered my room, and begged me to Haenle that evening, and tell him that I was

come with him into the garden, saying that he

had something important to tell me. When as faithful as ever to Lassalle, and that I wished him to tell him so, when Yanko came to me,

we got there, he turned, pale and frightened, knelt down, and said softly, 'It is no use ;

and said, 'Lassalle is dead.' Haenle has left for Munich.' • Gone ?' I

“At first I did not breathe, but as be resaid. "Yes; and Lassalle has challenged your

peated it, the certainty forced itself on my father to fight !' Lassalle ! the declared enemy

mind, and I was only able to stammer out,

* Leave me,' and then sank almost unconscious of duelling! He on whom I have always depended. A chaos of doubt and despair de

on the nearest seat, as if I myself were struck scended on my soul. I was beside myself.

down by a mortal illness. I did not recover

from the shock for months-indeed, the effects The actress, accustomed all her life to of it lasted for years. My first sensation was

an impulse of hatred against Yanko; but at mock jewelry, paint-pots, and tinsel,

last a sort of pity overcame this feeling. My is at last awakened out of her artificiality resentment toward my parents, however, inand falseness to the stern realities sur- creased in intensity; and, glad to escape from rounding her, the shadow of sorrow and

their influence, I married Racowitza six months death already falls on her perjured, cow

afterward, and nursed him with devotion and

care until his death, which soon followed." ardly soul. Her father refused to fight, and left precipitately for Berne, and on And for such a woman was a life that the poor, much-despised Yanko fell the at one time had been full of energy and responsibility of defending his lady- promise, thrown away. love's honor.

I declare that I myself have caused “I felt sure Yanko, who had accepted Las

Ferdinand Lassalle." salle's challenge, would be killed, for he had was found written on a slip of paper, in absolutely never held a weapon in his hand, the breast-pocket of the wounded man, his delicate health having obliged him to ab

and there is no doubt that by his arrostain from anything of the kind, while Lassalle was a well-known shot, but I hardly even felt gance and vanity he had brought about pity for him, my only friend. My one idea the events that terminated so fatally. was to get to Ferdinand. I would have tram- There is something touching, knowing pled them all under foot to run away with my

the real facts of the case, to see the sort lover."

of worship which has been bestowed This from a woman who had formally


this new messiah ” by some of renounced him three days before. his countrymen. “Todtenfeieren," or “That night I made all the necessary pre

commemoration services, were instituted parations for my intended flight, burnt all com- in his honor, at which he was talked of promising letters, put a few things into a hand- as the “ Mighty Titan, who never died, bag, and put on two dresses, one over the who freed us from darkness and error, other, so as to be prepared for several days' absence.

who brought light into the wilderness of

our times,” etc. “ Many of the workWe all of us know the rest.

ing men,

Becker adds,“ believed that The duel took place with pistols on Lassalle had died for them, and surthe 28th of August, 1864, at Carrouge, rounded his memory with the halo of near Geneva.

martyrdom.” Racowitza fired first : Lassalle fell He did not, alas, live to see one single mortally wounded, and in spite of all thought or theory for which he had the medical skill that was called in, he worked and longed become a reality. never rallied, and after lying for three His grave lay at the entrance of a bloody days in frightful agony–which the doc- path, along which New Germany has tors endeavored, ineffectually, to relieve passed “ with tempestuous steps. with morphia-he passed away on the

He had started with dreams of the

my end.

perfection of social organization which either the wish to make the pretended was to bring about the Golden Age, confession an apology ; or the passion dreamed of by philosophers and poets, that possesses some women to get thembut “the key to effective life is unity of selves talked about in any way, and life," Mr. Morley says, " and unity of which is thus expressed by a witty life means, more than anything else, the Frenchman, “ Nous nous soucions plus unity of our human relations. Is not qu'on parle de nous, que comment on every incentive and every concession to en parle." vagrant appetites a force that enwraps a There is little doubt that she never man in gratification of self-severs him intended to marry Ferdinand Lassalle, from duty to others, and so becomes a and simply listened to his passionate force of dissolution and dispersion ?" avowals of love because it flattered her But, after all, is it just or reasonable to vanity to think that one of the most reconfine ourselves to the observation of markable men of the day was at her the faults and foibles of a truly great feet. But immediately she had to suffer soul ? Let us rather judge him in his any persecution for his sake, she gave real power and strength by these words, him up without effort or regret. taken from his own drama of " Frantz She had been the “Golden Fox," the von Sickingen :"

object of adoration of “this Jew," as

she calls him ; she had gazed at the Look not to earth, Balthazar, look above.

moon and watched the stars in his comIn deepest need does man's whole energy First show itself. Then from his struggling

pany, and sounded all the notes on the soul

keyboard of the tender passion ; but All earth-born doubts which drag him down directly he wanted to marry her, she are chased,

threw him over without a moment's And, then, from out the shipwreck's scattered spars,

compunction, and six months after his And from the ruins of its vain deceit,

death married Yanko von Racowitza. The spirit rises purified and great

We do not think we need say more to Toward the Eternal, which doth ever lurk prove the truth of her own words, in Within the nobler, better part of man, which she states that several years beAnd, setting down the sum of all his life, He shakes the burden off his valiant breast,

fore she met Lassalle she had lost the And rushes forth to fight where duty calls." power of discriminating between right But what is our opinion of the woman Let her pass away into the insignifiwho has published these confessions ? cance from which the ill-fated love of a There are only two motives which can noteworthy man had for an instant induce the performance of such a work called her.— Temple Bar.

and wrong.


O wild and woeful wind !
Cease for one moment thy complaining dreary,
And tell me if thou art not sad and weary,
And if thy travel is not long and eerie-

O wild and woeful wind !

O houseless, homeless wind !
It wrings my heart to hear thy sad lamenting ;
Hast thou a wound whose pain knows no relenting,
Canst never lay thy burden by repenting ?-

O houseless, homeless wind !

O sad and mournful wind !
From what wild depths of human pain and sorrow
Could'st thou those tones of restless anguish borrow,
As of a soul that dreams of no to-morrow ?

O sad and mournful wind !

O solitary wind !
We know not whence thou com'st or whither goest,
When round our homes thy wizard blast thou hlowest,
No home, nor shelter, thou, poor pilgrim, knowest-

O solitary wind !

Most melancholy wind !
Is thine a requiem o'er the dead and dying,
Or art thou some despairing spirit sighing
O'er a lost Paradise behind thee lying ?-

Most melancholy wind !
Tell me

-- I long to know-
Art thou a wild and weary penance doing,
Through the lone wilderness thy way pursuing,
Chased by the secret of thine own undoing ? -

Tell me; I long to know.

Hast thou no other voice,
No words to whisper thy most grievous story,
Where thou didst lose thine ancient crown of glory,
Ere thou wert banished to these deserts hoary ? -

Hast thou no other voice ?

Oh! thou art fierce and wild !
Thy nightly chariot through the black skies lashing,
The cloud-shapes round the mountain-summits dashing,
The waves of ocean round the wrecked bark crashing-

Oh! thou art fierce and wild !

Yet, art thou full of woe; Perchance, thou wert Earth's angel

, when was lighted Sin's lurid torch, and all her bowers were blighted, Thy poor heart by that awful shock benighted

Thou art so full of woe.

Hast thou no hope, no hope ?
That thy poor, weary pinion thou art Ainging
Against the star-paved floor, with echoes ringing
Of angel footsteps and their anthem singing-

Hast thou no hope, no hope ?

And hast thou never heard
That Sin's wild torch is quenched in blood atoning,
And that in days to come Creation's groaning
Will cease, and rapture fill the place of moaning-

Oh! hast thou never heard ?

But thou wilt one day hear!
For Heaven and Earth will stand in silent wonder,
When Love unites what Sin hath rent asunder,
Proclaiming victory in music-thunder-

And thou wilt that day hear.

In Heaven will all be joy,
And there thy wailing, too, will cease for ever,
And thou, perchance, wilt float o'er Life's full river,
And join the melody that ceaseth never
In Heaven, where all is joy!

The Spectator.




Among the methods of social reform use more than a fraction of the whole in which are comparatively easy of accom- any one year. But a library of five or plishment and sure in action may be ten thousand volumes opened free to the placed the establishment of Free Public population of a town may be used a Libraries. Already, indeed, this work thousand times as much. It is a strikhas been carried into effect in a consid- ing case of what I propose to call the erable number of towns, and has passed principle of the multiplication of utility, a quite beyond the experimental stage. In principle which lies at the base of some Manchester, Birmingham, Liverpool, of the most important processes of poand some other great towns where such litical economy, including the division of libraries have already existed for many labor. years, there is but one opinion about The extent to which this multiplicathem. Perhaps it might better be said tion of utility is carried in the case of that they are ceasing to be matter of free lending libraries is quite remarkopinion at all, and are classed with town able. During the first year that the halls, police courts, prisons, and poor- Birmingham Free Library was in opere houses as necessary adjuncts of our ation, every book in the library was stage of civilisation. Several great issued on an average seventeen times, towns, including, the greatest of all and the periodical literature was actually towns, great London itself, are yet turned over about fifty times.* In the nearly, if not quite, devoid of rate-sup- “ Transactions of the First · Annual ported libraries. As to towns of me- Meeting of the Library Association dium and minor magnitude, it is the ex- (p. 77), Mr. Yates, of the Leeds Public ception to find them provided with such Library, has given an account of the an obvious requisite. Under these cir- stock and issues of his libraries. In the cumstances, it will not be superfluous to Central Library the average turn-overreview the results which have already that is to say, the average number of been achieved under William Ewart's times that each book was used-was Free Libraries Act, and to form some about eighteen times in 1873, gradually estimate of the reasons which may be falling to about twelve times. In the urged in favor of or against the system branch libraries it was eight in 1873, of providing literature at the public cost. falling to four and a half. This fall in

The main raison d'étre of free public the turn-over is, however, entirely due libraries, as indeed of public museums, to the increase in the stock of books, art-galleries, parks, halls, public clocks, the total numbers of issues having largely and many other kinds of public works, increased. The general account of all is the enormous increase of utility which the free libraries, as given in a Parliais thereby acquired for the community mentary Paper-namely, a “ Further at a trifling cost. If a beautiful picture Return concerning the Free Libraries be hung in the dining-room of a private Acts" (No. 277, 1877)--shows that each house, it may perhaps be gazed at by a volume in the lending libraries of corfew guests a score or two of times in the porate towns is used on an average 6.55 year. Its real utility is too often that in the year, and in the reference libraries of ministering to the selfish pride of its 2.65 times ; in other than corporate owner. If it be hung in the National places the numbers are 5.92 and 3.81. Gallery, it will be enjoyed by hundreds In Scotland there is a curious inversion ; of thousands of persons, whose glances, the books of the lending libraries being it need hardly be said, do not tend to used on an average 5.58 times, and wear out the canvas. The same prin- those of the reference libraries as much ciple applies to books in common owner- as 9.22 times. The numbers of volumes ship. If a man possesses a library of a few thousand volumes, by far the greater Edward C. Osborne ? " Transactions of the

* The Free Library of Birmingham. By part of them must lie for years untouched Social Science Association." London Meetupon the shelves ; he cannot possibly ing, 1862, p. 786.

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