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Thou hast pardoned me, thou faithful We were five who rode out from the God. Lord Jesus, in thee I live, in thee I camp; the first was the King Gustavus die; living or dead I am thine. Lord who is called the Great; two were at once Jesus, strengthen me in this hour. Be despatched to the Fions with orders that faithful, dear soul, till death; soon, soon they were not to press too eagerly after thy Jesus will give thee the crown of life.' the enemy; the fourth was “a great Lord” Raising his head and looking around be (whom, however, the “Narrative "does not said, 'Lord Jesus, support the righteous name, but adds that he was) "ootorious cause; thou knowest that I have a right. throughout all Germany;" and the fifth eous cause, and thou wilt not forsake it.' was Von Hastendorff himself, who re- Then addressing himself to those of his mained with the king the whole time be- own people who lay near him, he said, cause he was “well acquainted with all · Here lies Gustavus Adolphus murdered. the roads." He narrates that while they My daughter shall inherit my kingdom. were riding “a cannon ball came and The mother while she lives will administer struck me as well as my horse. I lost my the government. She is now a widow and leg, and my life was not worth much. my daughter an orphan. Lord Jesus govGustavus hastened forward and when ern the kingdom to thy glory. Lord Jesus about fifty paces distant from where I lay forgive the sins of all these who lie near wounded, I saw a traitor shoot him in the me; those who have been wounded by the head.* The blood at once ran over his enemy relieve from pain and misery, and face so that he could scarcely see, yet he strengthen their hearts and give them fired both his pistols at the traitor, but courage so that they despair not; and failed to hit him. The King staggered when we part from this world give us joy around on his horse about twenty times, and peace in the world to come. For while the traitor sat at some distance God so loved the world that he gave his watching to see how it would end. When only begotten Son that whosoever believthe King could no longer retain his seat, eth in him should not perish but have he dismounted and let his horse go, and everlasting life. Lord Jesus into thy laying himself on the ground, he, in a clear hands I commend my spirit. Thou hast voice commended his soul to God, and pardoned me, thou faithful God. Lord advised all those who lay near him to do Jesus, be merciful to me a sioner. O likewise.

Jesus, Jesus!' These were his last “The traitor, who had seen all this, now words."* came forward and cut and struck at the Von Hastendorff then makes some obKing, and gave him nine wounds. Then servations on the great things that Gus. the King recognizing him, and addressing tavus had done Germany, and how he had him by name, said, "God turn your heart, striven for religion and the fatherland. and forgive you for your evil deeds, even Germany," he says, “may well mouro, as I forgive you!'' To those lying near for here a great hero has fallen." He him he said, See, all ye who have yet ends his narrative as follows: “As I lay life, how I, as a return for my kindness in my distress with pains and lamentations [to this man) am murdered !' Thereupon praying God to help me out of my trouble, the traitor rode away. The King had his there came three individuals riding with sword in his hand. He was covered with great speed." Recogniziog them and blood . . . so that it was scarcely possible guessing what they wanted, he called out, to recognize him. . . . It happened here, ** Gustavus for whom you are looking, lies as David spake, "He who has eaten my near me dead !' Thereupon they began bread has lifted up his foot against me;' to weep and lament. One of them rode for in this manner was the King Gustavus off to bring a surgeon; the others, who treated by the fourth one of the party who remained, were deeply agitated. Soon rode out from the camp."

numbers of people drew near, and lamentThe death of the king is narrated as ing over the king his remains were carried follows: "When he had laid himself upon away." † But, adds Von Hastendorff, “ I the ground, he said, “Lord Jesus, singer was left lying there wounded, and there. hat I am, sustain me, for my grave will fore do not know anything further. ... be here. Lord Jesus, forgive him this This is all true that I have written, beevil deed! Lord Jesus, into thy hands I

• He died at twelve o'clock noon. • This was about nine o'clock.

† This was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

cause I saw everything with my own eyes it, I doubt not. But God is a judge — that ... and that it all so happened as I have I assure you — you murderer and traitor ! " written I attest with my own name.

The Duke of Lauenburg after he re“ HANS VON HASTENDORFF." entered the Austrian service, also changed

his religion and became a Papist; and as At the end of this document there is a General de Peyster (author of a "Life of rough diagram showing the place where Torstenson,” aod other works bearing on Von Hastendorff lay wounded, after he the Thirty Years' War), in a letter on this was shot and lost his'leg, with the relative subject, has remarked, “ he was such a position of the spot where the king was contemptible turncoat, in religion as in murdered. It is to be regretted that in everything else, that this is almost suffi. his “ Narrative " he did not give the names cient to make one form a judgment as to of all the “five who rode out from the his criminality in regard to the murder. camp;” but as Noodt in his “Schleswig It was the opinion of those who, at the Holstein " has stated that he (Von Has- time, were most likely to know the truth ; tendorff) was certainly an eye-witness of and such is my opinion after examining what he described, there can be no reason so many authorities." Few people have to doubt the truth of his statement. The studied the history of the Thirty Years' narrative is also indirectly confirmed by War so thoroughly as General de Peyster, the words of the Apothecary Caparus, who and if anyone is qualified to form an opinembalmed the body of the king. In his ion on the subject at the present day, he report to the Swedish Council, he states is. he found that the king had received nine Perhaps the names of those who accomwounds caused by shot, by cutting, and by panied the king on that memorable mornstabbing. (Von Rango's' “ Gustav Adolf ing, when he left the camp at Lützen, may der Grosse.")

be found in the archives at Stockholm, or A possible reason why Von Hastendorff elsewhere in Sweden. As a historical did not give the name of the assassin may fact, it would be interesting to get the be this. The Duke of Lauenburg had disputed point regarding the king's death powerful friends, and any one accusing settled, - if Von Hastendorff's “ Narra. him of having committed the foul deed, tive "is not considered decisive. I am (even supposing that he had been the mis- persuaded that he referred to the Duke of creant), would have done so at the risk of Lauenburg as the "murderer and traitor." his own life. Indeed, in a note to that Although there were several Scottish part of the “Narrative " where it is stated officers with Gustavus at Lützen, it is that the "traitor” gave the king nine rather remarkable that this unfortunate wounds, Von Hastendorff added, “As occasion was the only one, in the course long as I live I shall always regret that I of his German campaign, in which he endare not tell what I witnessed at Lützen gaged the enemy, without the assistance on the 6th of November. I would die for of his Scottish brigade.

JOHN MACKAY.

THE PROFITS OF TREE PLANTING. - A lars better off. To-day they would be two famous admiral used to scatter acorns from hundred thousand dollars better off. Had he his pockets that England might never lack planted ten acres they would be worth at least oaks for shipbuilding. That was the patriotic two million dollars. Had he planted a hun. side of tree planting; here is the pecuniary. dred acres, and all the trees had reached an A certain Tommy Walker, of whom we are average size of three feet in diameter, and told by a Yankee journal, when a child planted there is no reason why they shouldn't, as the four walnut-trees by the roadside opposite his land is fertile and impregnated with lime, father's house, ten miles west of Knoxville. his heirs — and there are only three living He lived to see four walnut-trees grow to a would be worth altogether two hundred milmeasure of four feet in diameter, worth, if lion dollars. If, like Johnny Appleseed, who . properly cut and seasoned, at least four hun. planted thousands of apple-trees in the Northdred dollars each. Had he planted three West, he had planted all the worn-out fields hundred walnuts on an adjoining acre of in Tennessee with walnuts, it would be the ground his heirs, when he died, would have richest State in the Union by far. been one hundred and twenty thousand dol.

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CONTENTS. I. THE POPULAR SONGS OF FRANCE,

Contemporary Review,
II. AUNT ANNE. Part X.,

Temple Bar,
III. CULTURE: ITS MEANING AND ITS USES.
By John Addington Symonds,

New Review,
IV. THE FIRST AND LAST DAYS OF THE BROAD
GAUGE,

Temple Bar,
V. LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON, .

Argosy,
VI. Town LIFE UNDER THE RESTORATION, Gentleman's Magazine,
VII. SIMPSON WILLOUGHBY'S GROOM,

Temple Bar,
VIII. THREE ESSAYETTES. By Coventry Pat-
more,

Fortnightly Review, IX. LORD SHERBROOKE,

Spectator, X. ROBERT LOWE,

Speaker, XI. HAINAN,

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POETRY.
642 | THE LAST DESIRE,
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And leaving nevermore. And must we, henceforth, wholly sever? Let us not weep, then, though we lose the Shall thy laborious jeux-d'esprit

light Sadden our lives no more forever?

That made this earth so bright —

Though all the single sunbeams, one by one, And all thy future wilt thou link With that brave land to which thou goest? | Assured that there, in fulness rich and free,

Be gathered to the sun; Unhappy France! we used to think

They will restored be, She touched, at Sedan, fortune's lowest.

And home, the dearest name that we can And you're made French as easily

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THE LAST DESIRE. And as for us - to our disgrace,

WHEN the time comes for me to die, Your stricture's truth must be conceded :

To-morrow or some other day, Would any but a stupid race

If God should bid me make reply, Have made the fuss about you we did ?

“What would'st thou?" I shall say, Spectator.

W. W.

“O God, thy world was great and fair,

Yet give me to forget it clean,
Nor vex me more with things that were,

And things that might have been!
HOME-SICKNESS.

“ I loved and toiled, throve ill or wellIf I should leave my home, and go away

Lived certain years and murmured not. To pass a year and day

Now grant me in that land to dwell, 'Mid other scenes, should I not early find Where all things are forgot!

That I had left behind
A portion of my life's felicity

“For others, Lord, the purging fires, Which could not follow me?

The loves re-knit, the crown, the palm; And if, when the allotted time had passed,

For me, the death of all desires I turned my steps at last

In everlasting calm.” To enter at the old familiar door

Academy.

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Of kindly home once more,
Might I not learn that what my heart had

sought,

With back-returning thought,
Was missing still — in home's securest spot -

TINTAGEL.
And I could find it not?

Low is laid Arthur's head, Might I not vainly wander to and fro,

Unknown earth above him mounded; Seeking again to know

By him sleep his splendid knights, That fond completeness of felicity

With whose names the world resounded. Which could not follow me

Ruined glories ! flown delights! Ah yes ! — and if a longing soul in heaven Sunk 'mid rumors of old

wars ! Frée passport might be given

Where they revelled, deep they sleep,
To come again, and tread earth's weary soil By the wild Atlantic shores.

With feet unused to toil
To leave the converse of eternity,

On Tintagel's fortressed walls,
And linger lovingly

Proudly built, the loud sea scorning; O'er earth's poor haunts, the playground of Pale the moving moonlight falls;

Through their rents the wind goes mourning.
Whose smiles were dimmed with tears, See ye, knights, your ancient home,
So would it find that nothing here below Chafed, and spoiled, and fallen asunder ?
Was what it used to know,

Hear ye now, as then of old,
That all the peace which memory had cast Waters rolled and wrathsul foam,
Around the cherished past,

Where the waves, beneath your graves,
All the familiar kindly home delight

Snow themselves abroad in thunder ? Had vanished from it quite :

Academy.

LAURENCE BINYON.

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From The Contemporary Review. of French song and story have been made THE POPULAR SONGS OF FRANCE.

in the last twelve years by earnest stuLa France - danse, says

the old na

dents who are forever working in the tional proverb; and for herself she lays same field. There are not only the folk. claim to be a singing nation too.

lorists, studying by rule and by compari.

son, accomplished in their own and other A tout venant

sciences. There are also many miods, Je chantais, ne vous déplaise

neither very studious nor scientific, which was the motto chosen by M. Julien Tier- defy all the possible mistakes, the risks sot for his Academy travail, which took run by the unioitiated, and are irresistibly the Bordin prize in 1885, and has since attracted by the charm of the subject. So been expanded by its author into an ac- the history and geography of stories, of count as complete as modern knowledge songs, of popular music, becomes better can make it, of French popular song and known every day, the knowledge growing melody, from the earliest period of French by degrees, helped on by different hands, history to the present day. A more fas till it displays itself in such a thoroughcinating study can hardly be imagined. going book as this of M. Tiersot's —"HisIt touches all facts of public and private toire de la Chanson Populaire en France.” interest; it penetrates into the life of the It is better to say at once that M. Tierpeople, their loves and hates, their reli- sot does not treat the songs of his country gion, superstition, daily labor, customs from the point of view of a folk-lorist. and traditions of every kind. There is He is not so much interested in what they not a nation on earth in whích all these teach bim of the character and life of the things have not at one time or another people, their favorite doctrines and tradifound their way into story and song, and tions, as in their own history and develhistorians, as well as men of other sci- opment, music and song together. There ences, have long found out with the folk. is little or no comparison, in the wider lorists that to know the genius of a peo sense, to be found in his book; and this ple they must study it here, where it is, of course, one great element in the scifreely and unconsciously shows its true ence of folk-lore; but the folk-lorists character. In Mr. Andrew Lang's opin- would be poorly off without such pioneers ion - if he still agrees with a paper he as this, to make a special and thorough wrote some years ago on the “Folk-lore study of each different country. Those of France" - French songs and stories students who have devoted themselves to come out from this study in a less advan- the study of stories and songs to be found tageous light than those of most other in the various provinces of France, or to countries. He finds “a good deal of bab. be traced back to various events in past bling gaiety, some trace of dreary super centuries, or of some special character, stition, much love of the spring and of the such as M. de la Villemarqué in Brittany, songs of birds, scattered memories of the M. de Puymaigre in the Pays Messin, M. oppression of the ancien régime, and now Leroux de Lincy, and others, have again and again, an accent of deeper melancholy been pioneers for such a book as this of and weariness of labor . . . a somewhat M. Tiersot's, which, however, seems so sterile fancy, a certain vulgarity, a mor- full of original research that it cannot be dant humor, and a grain of incredulity." said to owe its existence entirely to any

All this does not sound satisfying, and former works on the subject. The local also suggests that Mr. Lang's peasants and provincial collections are many, all have been studied since the Revolution ; more or less valuable. This book, as far as a present picture of the peasants them as we know, is the first, or at least the selves, it is in some measure true. But fullest general history and description, of very much greater discoveries in the land the popular songs of France.

Far back in antiquity the history begins. Histoire de la Chanson Populaire en FrancePod Poetry and music come together to infant Julien Tiersot. Paris : E. Plon, Nourrit et Cie. 1889.

dations in the form of song. A higher

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