victis over fallen causes, are not edifying:

From Golden Hours. But what are these defects to the good CANDOR VERSUS COURTESY. which he has done? To whom has he not been a salutary teacher ? Kingsley, It is astonishing how very many peoFroude, and Ruskin have sat at his feet, ple there are, who, seemingly unable to and a host of others, scarcely a leading draw a line between deception and retimind of our time excepted, have felt his cence, commonly associate insincerity influence. Wherever, in truth, men have with courtesy, bluntness with honesty, as turned their minds for the last quarter of though the attempt to make things pleasa century to the deep relations of things ant must necessarily involve deceit, as if his spirit has been present to rebuke fri- there were a certain incompatibility bevolity, to awaken courage and hope. No tween truthfulness and consideration for other writer of this generation ever cast the feelings of others. How often do we so potent a spell on the youth of England. hear the remark, "Oh, is a very good They might outgrow him; they might fellow, but I don't quite trust him, he's travel far from the region of his thoughts; too civil by half,” or, “ You must not mind they might learn to see in the teacher of —-'s rough manner, it is only his honest, their early days only the iconoclast whose outspoken way; he cannot help saying work was done. They could never wholly what he thinks." And so, on the strength get outside the circle of his spell, and to of a reputation for honesty, the plain,

up one of his books and read but a blunt man sneers at or ignores the polish page or two was sure to recall a flood of which prevents unpleasant friction, and old memories and influences even as will expects to be allowed to elbow his way the sound of distant bells or a snatch of through life, priding himself upon the a once familiar song. To many he was abrupt utterance of unpleasant truths, always a teacher. He brought ardor and disconcerting some people, irritating and vehemence congenial to their young vexing others, and, by way of asserting hearts, and into them he shot fiery arrows his own individuality, treading without which could never be withdrawn. What compunction upon his neighbor's finest Hazlitt said of Coleridge was true of him feelings, and oftentimes leaving his heavy

he cast a great stone into the pool of footprints upon hearts that are tender, contemporary thought, and the circles sad, or sorrowful. Persons of strong have grown wider and wider. He was will and strong opinions are, perhaps, the early enough in the field to deal the last most prone to this species of self-asserblows to expiring Byronism. It was his tion, being much given to measuring and fortune to be for most educated English- judging everything by their own fixed men the discoverer of the literature of ideas, and to showing an undisguised Germany. In what state did he find lit- contempt for those who differ from them; erary criticism here? What did it not but so far from a blunt, discourteous, become under his hand? How many fault-finding spirit, with a keen eye for heaps of dry bones in history have been blemishes and defects, and a dull apprequickened and made to rise and walk ? hension of merit, being in any way desirHow many skeletons have been clothed able, it only proves a man wanting in one with flesh at his touch? And yet in all of the most necessary of social virtues, his varied activity, from first to last, he viz., sympathy; in every discourteous act was something of the inspired peasant he says practically, “ Your comfort and The waves of London life came up to convenience are of no importance to me, and about him; but they had never over you are a person of no consequence whatwhelmed him or had power to alter him ever,” and naturally enough under this one jot. With all his culture and nearly treatment, resentment is aroused, goodfifty years of residence in the south, he will vanishes, and affection melts away. was to the end substantially unchanged; There would be fewer broken friendships, his ways were his forefathers' ways; his fewer unhappy unions and family quarrels, deepest convictions were akin to theirs; were it not so much the custom amongst and it needed but a little stretch of the intimate friends and relations to neglect imagination to suppose him a fellow the small courtesies of life, to show less worker with Knox or the friend and com- and less mutual deference as they grow panion of Burns.

more and more familiar; it is the foundaJAMES MACDONELL. tion of misery in marriage, and many a

serious and lifelong estrangement has begun, not from want of affection so much



as from lack of that delicate and instinc- what is due to oneself, to remember at tive appreciation of the feelings of others, the same time the respect due to others. which makes a person shrink from saying Why we should always hang our pictures unpleasant things or finding fault unless in the best light possible, and yet be so absolutely obliged, and in any case to inclined to view our neighbors in the avoid wounding the offender's sense of most unfavorable, it is difficult to underdignity, or stirring up within him feelings stand. If a friend is blind in one eye, of opposition and animosity; for although and has a disfiguring scar on the same many persons profess to be above taking side of his face, is it not both to his adoffence at honest censure, and even seem vantage and to ours to look at him in to court criticism, yet it must be very, profile? Many good and well-intentioned very carefully administered not to be un persons are dreadfully afraid of being palatable. Even kind and generous ac- unnecessarily polite, but St. Peter exhorts tions are often so uncouthly performed to courtesy, St. Paul was “all things to as to cause the recipient more pain than all men,” and though there are of course pleasure, while a reproof or denial may occasions when plain speaking is a duty, be so sweetened by courtesy as almost to let us in the name of everything that is do away with any sense of mortification kindly and generous, give, in doing it, as or disappointment. True good breeding little pain as possible. Asin every aspect is always inclined to form a favorable of life and duty, there are rocks on either judgment, and to give others the credit hand to be avoided, but the danger in of being actuated by worthy motives; it excess is not nearly so great as in neglect does not wish, or seem to know, more of courtesy. At the same time good about people than they themselves desire manners are the only oil with which to should be known, but it is always pre- keep the complex machinery of social life pared, when necessary, to take an in- in good working order, to set people at terest in the affairs of others, while self their ease, to draw them nearer together, is not suffered to obtrude unduly; in a and to make them forget what is disasuperior it never reminds an inferior, by greeable. Inconsiderate bluntness, on tone or gesture, of his position ; in an the other hand, roughness of speech and inferior it never apes equality. A show manners (which are but another name for of respect never fails to beget respect. egotism and selfishness), are sure, sooner Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re, should or later, to react on those who habitually be the motto of all who desire to be either practise them, for they possess, more than useful or beloved; the stronger an indi- any other faculty, the knack of making vidual, the more impressive is his gentle enemies. The influence of many good ness, the wiser he is, the more gratifying people is undoubtedly much diminished and complimentary his deference; and in by their want of that courtesy which has a world where there is so much unavoid been well called benevolence in small able discomfort and unhappiness, it is things; however, good manners, self-con. surely every one's duty to cultivate those trol, gentle speech, ready admiration, gracious manners, under whose magic must be, in their best sense, not a mere influence the restless and dissatisfied surface polish, but an index of generous grow more content with themselves and feeling, of unselfishness, and consideratheir surroundings, by which the diffident tion for others; they are the offspring as are encouraged, the invalid is roused and well as the source of good-will, since the interested, the young are inspired with whole nature must grow softer and sweeter self-respect, the old are kept bright and from the constant practice of small selfhopeful; which, in short, beam sunshine sacrifices for the good of others, and in everywhere, and increase a thousandfold proportion as each individual succeeds, the aggregate of human happiness. As not in smothering candor, but in clothing regards the plea that extreme courtesy it with the soft robes of kindliness and must verge upon insincerity, there is no courtesy, will he, while himself approachdishonesty in being civil; it is only car. ing the highest ideal of human goodness, rying into practice the golden rule, to develop in others unsuspected depths of give to every one the best place possible wisdom, generosity, and love. in one's esteem, and while not forgetting

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Hast thou no hope, no hope?
O WILD and woeful wind !

That thy poor, weary pinion thou art flinging Cease for one moment thy complaining dreary, Against the star-paved floor, with echoes ringAnd tell me if thou art not sad and weary,

ing And if thy travel is not long and eerie,

Of angel footsteps and their anthem singing,
O wild and woeful wind !

Hast thou no hope, no hope?
O houseless, homeless wind !

And hast thou never heard
It wrings my heart to hear thy sad lamenting; That sin's wild torch is quenched in blood
Hast thou a wound whose pain knows no re-

atoning, lenting,

And that in days to come creation's groaning Canst never lay thy burden by repenting? Will cease, and rapture fill the place of moan. O houseless, homeless wind !


O, hast thou never heard ?
O sad and mournful wind !
From what wild depths of human pain and

But thou wilt one day hear! Could'st thou those tones of restless anguish For heaven and earth will stand in silent borrow,

wonder, As of a soul that dreams of no to-morrow ?

When love unites what sin hath rent asunder, O sad and mournful wind !

Proclaiming victory in music-thunder,

And thou wilt that day hear.
O solitary wind !
We know not whence thou com'st or whither In Heaven will all be joy,

And there thy wailing, too, will cease forever, When round our homes thy wizard blast thou And thou, perchance, wilt float o'er life's full blowest,

No home, nor shelter, thou, poor pilgrim, And join the melody that ceaseth never,

In Heaven, where all is joy!
O solitary wind!




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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 !

What are they doing up yonder,

Those two in the concave glass ?
Tell me — I long to know
Art thou a wild and weary penance doing,

We speak, we smile, I watch, you know,
Thro' the lone wilderness thy way pursuing,

The dusky light in your dark eyes glow; Chased by the secret of thine own undoing?

I hear the ring in each word you say,

If the tone be mocking, or soft, or gay;
Tell me; I long to know.

But those two, our shadows, they sit up there,
Hast thou no other voice,

The tiny, defined, bright miniature pair ; No words to whisper thy most grievous story,. Of firelight leaps from the hoary ash,

They never alter, unless the flash Where thou did'st lose thine ancient crown of Athwart their rest to pass.

Ere thou wert banished to these deserts

Who has sate there before us ?
Hast thou no other voice ?

When these faded tapestries shone,

Bright from the dead hands' patient toil
O, thou art fierce and wild !

(May Christ the parted souls assoil), Thy nightly chariot through the black skies When the storied panes glowed fresh and rich, lashing,

New set in yon window's carven niche, The cloud-shapes round the mountain summits And the knightly heads and the golden curls dashing,

Of the old past, peopled with boys and girls, The waves of ocean round the wrecked bark Gleamed there in the days long gone.

O, thou art fierce and wild !

Well, they are asleep with their shadows,

We live, love, say it, mine own!
Yet, art thou full of woe.

Will you give me your little hand to hold ? Perchance, thou wert earth's angel, when was Will you let me try it, this hoop of gold? lighted

Will you smile, sweet eyes, and soft red lips? Sin's lurid torch, and all her bowers were Will you seal in the hearth-light's warm eclipse blighted,

The lover's pledge and the lover's vow?
Thy poor heart by that awful shock benight. See, what a pretty picture now,

On the mirror's face is shown !
Thou art so full of woe.

All The Year Round.

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From The Nineteenth Century. French literature has been suminarized LA ROCHEFOUCAULD.

as follows by a master:EVERYBODY has at one time or another

Critics [he says) and especially foreigners, quoted La Rochefoucauld; some with half who in these latter days have judged our two apology, as though the light shed by his literary centuries most severely, agree in the “ Maxims were an evil glamor from the acknowledgment that what dominated in them, enemy of mankind. But no classical what reflected them in countless ways, what writer of modern times is so little known gave them their chief ornament and glory, was and so much the creature of hearsay. His the spirit of conversation and society, under“Maxims,” about which he took infinite standing of the world and of men, quick and care, have been until these latter days ludicrous, exquisite delicacy of feeling, the

fine apprehension of the seemly and of the most shamefully treated in France; and

grace, the edge, the polish to be attained in in England we have added to the falsifica

speech. And virtually there indeed — with tion of the French text by a set of trans. reservations which will occur to everybody, lations the most villanous that have ever and two or three names such as Bossuet and been perpetrated. The result is that phi- Montesquieu which we put aside — there, up losophers refute and rhetoricians rail at to about 1789, is the distinctive character, the La Rochefoucauld without knowing much feature marking out French literature from about him, and certainly without knowing among the literatures of Europe. what were his genuine doctrines.


These are the terms in which SainteLondon one may hunt through all the Beuve begins to outline his portrait of second-hand book-shops for a day without Madame de Sévigné, who must rank with being able to procure a single English the highest in any literature pervaded by copy of the “ Maxims,” or any passable the spirit of biography, of society, and of edition of them in French; and that tells conversation. They are of equal value to a good deal of the oblivion into which the indicate the position of La Rochefoucauld celebrated author has fallen, at least in in the world of letters. His way was not this country, through the unfaithfulness her way, but they are both incomparable of bis editors and translators. Indeed, — she in letters, he in maxims. And alfor the most part, when people quote La though her letters fill a score of large Rochefoucauld, it is not because they volumes, while his maxims occupy little have taken the trouble to read his little more than a hundred small pages, he has book as he issued it, but because they probably packed into his short sentences have culled from other books, or bave as much of the life and movement of his gathered in conversation, half a dozen day as the lady has in her long, rambling, sentences which cleave to the memory. and ever delightful effusions. La RocheThe volume, as he put it forth, is not to foucauld was himself one of the greatest be found in English at all, save in trans- personages of the most splendid period of lations which are a travesty, and very French society. He was the most briloften reverse the meaning in the most liant talker and the most polished gentle. ludicrous manner. As for the fate of the man of his time. No one had studied work in France, it has been so singular, more curiously than he the arts of society, when we take into account the splendor the sources of conduct, the entanglements of the author's reputation, that it cannot of accident, and the meshes of conversaescape our inquiries; and in truth it is tion. His maxims are the most perfect only by unravelling it that we can fairly crystallizations of the thoughts and fashdistinguish the true La Rochefoucauld ions and secret influences amid which he from the fictitious one of common report. stirred. One of his short sentences conThat unravelling is to come; but first of veys the outcome of an hour's voluble all, and to give it the importance which is talk, or distils to its drop of meaning all due to it, let us glance at the position of the worth of an intrigue and all the gaiety La Rochefoucauld, and fix a few points in of a season. If it be true, as Saintehis career as a writer, as a moralist, and Beuve says, that up to the Revolution,

French literature is to be considered in

as a man.

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