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draped with black serge, from the midst of which ,ceived a blow from behind, which felled him sensethe guillotine darkly reared itself. As they reached less to the earth. the place of execution, the huge mass of soldiery, which the policy of his murderers had placed around Thy list is no small one, Payan. Thou art the guillotine, opened itself for, and closed upon no wavering friend of Revolution, and goest to thy the carriage, while the legion ranged itself around work right merrily-well, well-every head of the the infantry already assembled. Without the line suspect lopped from the shoulders of the owner of these, the horsemen and artillery were stationed, strengthens the republic ; and the cause of the the muzzles of the guns pointing outward, in order dear innocent people is all that I have at heart.” to keep at a greater distance the populace which “ My list is long, Maximilian, but each one is an had now began to assemble.

enemy of the republic, or of thine.” At the foot of the scaffold, Louis conversed, for • Mind, Payan, mind—I have no enemies; I a few moments, with the Abbé, and then mounting would harm none; 'lis stern necessity that sends the scaffold proceeded, with great composure, to the victim to the glaive, and my heart bleeds that divest himself of his coat and neck-cloth. Walk- it must be my hand which seals their fate. Ah, ing, with a nervous, rapid stride, to the left extre- 'tis a sad and painful task to preserve the liberties mity of the platform, he looked, for a moment, upon of a people.” the armed multitude around him and exclaimed, “Sad, indeed,” interrupted the silvery tones of "Francois, Je meurs innocent; Je pardonne a mes Cauthorn, “and no wonder it brings a pang to the ennemis; Je desire que ma mort soit”

feeling heart of one so tuned to nature's softest “This must not be," muttered Robespierre, “they sympathies. But it must be done, and though we may yet relent.”

weep over our fate, must bow to the mandate of Santerre waved his arm-Louis' last words were necessity." drowned in the roll of drums, and in a moment he “Sad,” growled Payan, “the cursed hypocrites. was laid upon the platform-his neck was upon the They call me bloodthirsty, while they cloak their mark—a gun—the string was touched—the glaive own passion for destruction under the flimsy garb fell, and a headless trunk and trunkless head were of national philanthropy and the plea of necessity." all that remained of Louis.

“And you too, Cauthorn, and the brave St. Just Sick at heart, De Mortier turned from the re- would leave no one as stumbling blocks in the navolting spectacle, and wound his way among the tion's way toward freedom and happiness. But less frequented streets. Passing the Barriere de beware that you destroy not the innocent with the la Madeleine, he turned into Rue de Caumartin, guilty, better that the criminal should escape than when a female shriek attracted his attention to a that one innocent hair be touched." carriage, around which were gathered a dozen des- “ Diable," exclaimed St. Just, “better ten innoperate looking ruffians. The driver lay mangled cent be put out of the way, than one guilty, aye, and bleeding upon the ground, and one, more brutal even one suspect escape.” than the rest, had dragged a young and lovely girl “Swear not, Citizen," responded Robespierre. from the carriage.

“I regret that thy morality is so corrupt. Let Instinctively he rushed to her rescue, and snatch- not the innocent be harmed, but the guilty and the ing her from his grasp, with his clenched fist felled suspect, the same by the way, must die. France the ruffian to the earth.

requires the sacrifice.” “My father-Oh, Charles, save my father, they “ Have you no names to add, Citizen, before you will murder him," but before the words had died sign the lists. I suppose your love of your kind upon his lips, her person was sprinkled with her will make you chary, lest you sacrifice some witless father's brains.

innocent.' Drawing the short Austrian sabre, he had con- "A few, only a few," answered this wholesale cealed beneath his coat, De Mortier prepared to butcher, "and I would that I might spare them; but attempt their retreat. Hard was he pressed, and the good of the republic does not permit, and hastily more than one fell beneath his sabre. One and writing some half a dozen names upon the list, he another had attacked him, and received either death threw the papers back to Payan, and with a wave of or wounds, and he had, in the end, made good his his hand broke up the council.” retreat, had he not been incumbered with the now Waiting till the door had closed and the last inanimate body of Anne.

footstep died upon the ear, he threw himself back “Sacre,” shouted a huge black muzzled fellow, in his cushioned chair and gave utterance to a long “shall we let this one fool a dozen of us,” aiming, sardonic laugh. “Hah!” he chuckled, while his as he spoke, a blow at the noble heart which, had countenance lighted up with ferocious joy, " she it taken effect, would soon have settled the contest. will find death worse than the favors she has desParrying the weapon, he plunged his sabre into the pised. Curses on the villian, Henriot, could I spare side of his antagonist, but at the same moment re- him I would soon give him to the glaive, but he is

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better. Had he been sober, he had sent stauncher conveyance and escort he may desire. And now hands to snatch her from her father and bear her you will please give me your passport for myself hither. A single one, placed upon the box, had and suite, and a general order to all persons in the put the fair one in my arms, before she knew mis- country, to extend to me all aid or assistance I may chief was brewing. But the beast must attempt, require, under pain of death.” by force, what had been better done by stratagem, “Very well,” continued De Mortier, “and now, and his ruffians were hardly a match for that young if there is any thing which a fiend like yourself sprig of nobility, De Mortier. Nobility, faugh! holds sacred, may I beg to know what it is ?" how I hate the name. We must make short work Robespierre looked for some moments doubtfully of him. True, his father saved me from starvation- at his querist and then slowly uttered, " The Rebut-but-but-the republic demands his death. public." Our agents will soon have him in their toils, and "The Republic!" retorted his tormentor--there then 'tis easy to trump up some charge against him. thou liest, yet here, swear by thy God, the repubHe shall die. And she ? now, that resistance has lic and thy life, that what has, and will pass beput her out of my grasp, to cheat the dear people tween us, be never mentioned nor recalled to meI must convict her of treason, and send her to feed mory.” the guillotine. Well, this time to-morrow, she will Robespierre took the oath, but the savage lightbe among the dead, and I shall soon find some one ing of his eye warned De Mortier that little deto console me for her loss. I do not want you, pendence was to be placed upon his promise, when Jean, you can retire,” he continued, as a row of the power of breaking it was placed in his hands. book-shelves behind him revolved on a pivot, and “And now, most worthy Citizen, as your mea light step was heard in the apartment.

mory is not always the best imaginable, I have “ 'Tis not Jean, Citizen,” responded a full, manly brought with me a security for your silence. You voice, “but one whose presence you may relish will do me the favor to open your mouth—don't be still less."

afraid, I shall not cut your tongue out. Turning his head, Robespierre beheld the long Drawing some strong leather straps from his light barrel of a pistol within two inches of his pocket, he passed one across the open month of face. He made a motion as if about to rise, but the prisoner, buckling it tightly behind his head checked bimself as the stranger continued- and fastening it to the high back of his chair.

“Move pot, Robespierre, you are in my power; Securing his hands and feet with the others, he a motion, a breath drawn too loud and you are a drew from underneath his coat a large package, dead man--nay, glance not from that bell to the having a long cord pendant from one end; this door. The sound of that bell, could easily be package he fastened to the feet of Robespierre, drowned in the pistol shot which would hurl you connecting the cord with the thongs which coninto eternity, and he who mounts guard at your fined the hands and head, in such manner that the door is not your jacobin sentry. His cup has been slightest motion would tighten it considerably. drugged, and he lies snoring in one corner of the " And now, my good friend, I must bid you good hall, while a better man holds post over the closet morning, but before I do so, permit me to inform of the butcher of France. Rouse yourself and do you, that you have for your footstool a canister of my bidding; and recollect, that one step too far, or the best English gun-powder, which a very slight one word uttered in too loud a key, and Maximi- strain of that cord will render so lively as to send lian Robespierre bas signed his last death-warrant.” you dancing through the roof of the house-a

“Would you murder me?" he exclaimed. “Who very indecorous caper indeed to be cut by so grave are you, and what is your purpose ?"

a state dignitary as yourself.” "I am that De Mortier, whose death you so The prisoner turned a look of impotent agony coolly determined on but just now. I shall do you upon his tormentor, who, after carefully bolting all no harm if you do my bidding, if not, I shall do the the doors of the apartment, struck a single tap world the service of sending you out of it." upon the bell and departed by the same avenue

“What will you,” he stammered ; "any thing, through which he entered. every thing that you require I will do, but oh spare Well done, Francois," exclaimed De Mortier, me! I am not fit to die.”

as he rejoined his accomplice in the street. “You “Coward !" answered his companion. “I will played your part well, and I have been no less sucspare your dog's life ; but here, take this pen and cessful. I left the scoundrel in no pleasant posiwrite," and De Mortier pushed a rolling table to tion, and, in the next four hours, he will live a him.

whole life of agony. Did you ticket his doors, * Write-write-write what ?"

not to be disturbed ?'" " As I dictate. The keeper of the Prison du “ Trust me for that, but did you get the order Chatelet will please deliver to the bearer Anne for her liberation ?" De Reilley-write on sir, why do you stop ?--now, “ Yes, and a passport and order that will not under sentence of death, and afford him whatever'only secure as from molestation, but give us relays


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of horses, or guards, wherever and whenever we over a canister of gun-powder, which a motion need them."

would have ignited. He is worthy of her.” " Then four hours start, and I defy even Black “ And, unless her countenance belies her, she Henriot to catch us; but, even then, they must be deserved no meaner lord,” answered Josephine, old hands at the bellows to match the sharp fel-" he who would wear should win.” lows I have waiting for us."

“ Permit me to welcome you to Paris, Duc,” “How many have you provided ?"

was the greeting of Napoleon, "and may you ne" Jacques and seven others; all good men and ver leave it, except to drive the invader from your true, staunch and well armed; had rather fight native soil." than frolic, and would not back out from Old Nick “I am once more in Paris, Sire, and under haphimself."

pier auspices than when I last visited it. May I Arrived at the Chatelet, the order was closely present to you my bride." scrutinized by the keeper, who, finding all correct, - A bride well worthy such a lord,” responded simply replied, " 'Tis the signature of Robespierre: the future emperor, planting a kiss upon the brow she will be ready in five minutes ; what else do of the blushing fair one—“Nay, Josephine, be not you require at my hands ?"

jealous, I must give you the pleasure of saying to “A close chariot and four swift horses. My or- the Dutchess, that her family estates released from ders are to convey the prisoner from Paris, with all confiscation again call her mistress—while I assure secrecy and despatch. We must be gone in the De Mortier that he is again lord of his own fair time you mention, or the heads of both will be the domain, and may all this world's happiness be theirs. penalty of our delay.”

The favor of Napoleon they shall never want while “ You have hurried him most gloriously, Duc,” | 'tis worth the having." exclaimed Francois, as the keeper hastened to obey "And I can but follow so good an example," the supposed mandate of the dreaded despot. continued Josephine, clasping around the arm of

Pretty well, but we have need of every min- the Dutchess, the rich diamond bracelet taken from ute; an hour's delay might cost us our heads, a her own fair arm. “ The court will ever warmly price I am in no humor for paying just now.

But welcome, and boast its fairest ornament, the here comes the chariot, you must go without and Dutchess De Mortier." see that our speed flags not, while I will share the Richmond, October 21, 1843. interior with the Countess.”

“ You will find the prisoner within and well,” exclaimed the Lieutenant, springing from the coach, "she has been kindly treated, and has not suffered

SONNET-WRITING. from her confinement." “I trust that it may be so," responded De Mor

I love a regular Italian sonnet, tier, " I should regret that Robespierre's vengeance

Full of a rattling rolling sort of rhyme

And sparkling as the skies of that glad clime should fall upon your head," and thus speaking, he Where Petrarch loved and Laura frowned upon it: leaped into the coach, while Francois, taking his And when a master's hand hath labored on it, station upon the box, dashed rapidly into and along The regular recurrence hath a chimne Rue St. Denis until they reached the barriere.

Like the rich ringing inusic of a dime Here they were joined by Jacques and his troop,

Within the purse of one who laie hath won it!

'Tis Love's own proper and imperial dress and at their utmost speed whirled from Paris.

And if you wish to robe him rightly, then
Breathe forth in sonnets all your tenderness!

And it is Wisdom's home too, as ye ken “What a splendid couple,” exclaimed Josephine

Who read, and there'll be readers, more or less, to the first consal, pointing to a noble looking man

Of this, mine own immortal specimen!
Jackson, Miss.

D. H. ROBINSON. who, with a fair, lovely woman leaning upon his arm, advanced slowly along the centre of the brilliant salon, while a buzz of admiration betokened

HEROS IN AMERICA. the sensation they created. " How truly noble he Awake genius of Carlyle and resume thy theme! Anois, with his fine, commanding figure and firm, man- ther Hero demands thy pen! The Hero in America. A ly step-and she seems all that a queen would wish

Dickens, a Bertrand, an Olé Bull, an Essler, a Vieuxtemps

claim iby horage. Awake and join with Willis to deify a to be. Who can they be?"

fiddle. We mean no disrespect to the celebrated Marshall “ The bravest soldier and the sweetest woman Bertrand hy thus naming him ; but holding, as we do, an in the realm," answered Napoleon. “ 'Tis the honest and dignified American to be as high as any man, Duc De Mortier and his Dutchess, the last scion we would have our Citizens meet foreign distingués more of De Reilley's ancient house. He is the brave as their equals only. “Nil Admirari” is our moito and we

would apply it to the Companion of Napoleon, as well as man who tricked Robespierre out of an order for

to all others. We propose the subject then to the Carlyles his bride's reprieve when under sentence of death, of the day and if no other pen takes it up, muy attempt it and left the cut-throat sitting, for six long hours, 'ourselves.- Ed. Mess.

time, splendid palaces succeeded their slight fabrics of reeds EDITOR'S TABLE.

and rushes. The preliminary view of the Aztec Civilization is philosophic, instructive and in parts deeply thrilling.

The mixture of civilization, superstition and cruelly is alHISTORY OF THE CONQUEST OF Mexico, with a prelimi- most unparallelled. The Aztecs were the ancient Mexi

nary view of the Ancient Mexican Civilization, and the cans; and though they had undoubtedly made considerable life of the Conqueror, Hernando Cortés. By William progress in civilization, their temples and streets were H. Prescott, Author of the “History of Ferdinand and gorged with the blood of human sacrifices. The Toltecs, a Isabella.” “Victrices aquilas alium latnrus in orbem.” still more ancient people of Anahuac, did not sacrifice human Lucan, Pharsalia. Lib. V., v. 238. In three volumes. beings. New-York, Harper and Brothers; Drinker and Morris, At the end of each chapter, the author gives an account Richmond, Va.

of the writers upon whom he has chiefly relied. Thus, Only the first volume of this splendid History has reached without interrupting his narrative, he has presented many us; but the whole work has been issued from the Press. beautiful and interesting passages of Literary History, that Cnder the influence of its classic and romantic interest and instruct the reader whilst they give evidence of the dili. of our delight to herald such a production from a Native gence and caution of the Historian. Indeed, candor and pen, we could say much and with enthusiasm upon the sub- care are stamped upon every page. The author debated in ject; but our limits will necessarily restrict our notice. his own mind whether he should conclude his History with Before the appearance of the Work, every one was well the fall of Mexico, or continue the Life of Cortés. He prepared to receive a masterly History; and the universal foresaw that the life of the individual might lose in intetestimony of the press declares that none will be disap- rest when contrasted with the stirring events just related; pointed. The author of the “History of Ferdinand and but he determined to continue it. With this apprehension Isabella” could not fail to captivate every reader, with the in view, that the work would decline in interest, the author story of Mexico and her renowned conqueror. Mr. Pres- had a strong incentive to exert his powers to preserve it coit's first Work not only gave assurance that the one be- and it is said that he has been entirely successful. Indeed, fore us would aitain the highest rank; but the reputation the halo around the renowned conqueror would not so which it gave him made him friends of value and influence, quickly disappear; and, if any individual could prolong the and gained him easy access to the Libraries of States, intense interest, it would be Cortés. Away from Spain, in Prioces, Nobles and Scholars from which alone the splendid a hostile land, with a handful of men, not seven hundred, array of authority and material, with which the work before battling with hundreds of thousands, often opposing and us is peculiarly enriched, could be derived. The American conquering hundreds to one, marching into the beart of unbistorian entered Spain with the highest passport he could known nations, subduing and subjecting them, and lastly bare borne and was loaded with treasures for his contem. conquering the magnificent city of Mexico, though all the plated History. With the advantages which he enjoyed, it while violently opposed by enemies at home, what romance would have been morally impossible for such a writer not can equal it? At one time, the Indians resolved upon his to have brought forth an immortal Work. As yet, our His- destruction and it was estimated that they could afford to torians labor under serious disadvantages, which can not well lose 25,000 men to cause the death of one Spaniaru. be overcome until success gives them fame and throws open to

We do not observe that the press has noticed Mr. Presthem the stores of other lands and of magnales otherwise cott's handsome tribute to Mr. Irving and the generous inaccessible. Yet our native writers, like the unrivalled courtesy between them. They were both engaged upon the Franklin, with his kite and simple apparatus, osten open new History of Mexico; and Mr. Prescott modestly fearing to fields of investigation and put forth efforts truly astonishing. enter into competition with Mr. Irving, proposed to relinThere is a dignity and an eminence in the fame of the Histo- quish his purpose ; but Mr. Irving insisted upon yielding Tian most stimulating to a noble ambition and most elevating the field and gallantly has it been occupied. Mr. Prescott's to its conscious possessor. His range of important, usesul style is not very forcible,—but it is clear and classic. It is knowledge is so enlarged, his thought is so strengthened, less ambitious than that of Bancroft ; and far superior to his judgment so purified and balanced and his influence the stately stiffness and turgid monotony of Alison. The upon the leaders in human affairs so firmly fixed. Mr. style of the publication is highly creditable to the publishPrescott's former history has been translated into German, ers and quite delighted us, in these days of double columns, owing partly to F. Von Raumur, who also recommends to eye-sore type, and paper backs. The volumes are ornathe translator to take the present one in hand. Von Rau- mented with portraits of Cortés and Montezuma, and conmur seems to rejoice, with a truly American pride, at the tain maps, which are indispensable to a reader of History. rebuke wbich Mr. Prescott's Works give to the puerile and malicious sneers at American genius and Literary ambition. He very justly remarks," certainly this second Work THE EDUCATION of Mothers; OR, THE CIVILIZATION of Mr. Prescott will possess all the advantages of the first,

OF MANKIND BY WOMEN. By L. Aimé Martin. Being and perhaps surpass it in poetic and romantic interest."

the work to which the prize of the French Academy was Nothing can exceed in “poetic and romantic interest" the

awarded. Translated from the French by Edwin Lee, History of Mexico and the life of Cortés. In every point

Esq.--Author of “The Baths of Germany,” &c. First of view, civil, military, religious, literary, scientific it is

American from the first London Edition, revised from fall of wonder and power, from the very foundation of the

the fourth French Edition, &c. Philadelphia, Lea & city. Its very foundation is fraught with Romance. A

Blanchard, 1843. Drinker & Morris, Richmond, Va. band of migratory wanderers from the North are seeking a

pp. 303-8vo. home about the Lake of Tezcueo. “They there beheld This excellent book developes and ensorces the truth and perched on the stem of a prickly pear, which shot out of wisdom of Madam Campan's celebrated reply 10 Napoleon. the crevice of a rock that was washed by the waves, a · The old systems of Education,” said the Emperor, are royal eagle of extraordinary size and beauty, with a ser- good for nothing ; what is wanting to train up young people pent in his talons and his broad wings opened to the rising properly in France ?" "Mothers,” said Madam Campan. sun." This was taken as an auspicious omen and the Right,” said he, “therein lies a complete system of Edufoundations of Mexico, the Venice of the West, were forth. cation, and it must be your endeavor, Madame, io form with laid by driving piles into the lake. In the course of' mothers who know how to educate their children." We

do not, in this country, suffer under such gross defects in ; shall be ours. “Young girls, young wives, young mothers, Education and in the habits of society as the eloquent au- you hold the sceptre ; in your souls, much more than in thor complains of; but to a great extent bis remarks on the laws of legislators, now repose the futurity of Europe, these subjects apply with equal force to us. The remedy, (America) the world and the destinies of the human race." however, for such evils as do exist is clearly and beautifully pointed out in this work. Educate the boy and you control and direct the man, and thus the nation; but who THE WORKS OF Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by her sis. shall properly educate them, except their mothers. Now,

ter, and an Essay on her genius, by Mrs. Sigourney. In for the good order of society,—the peace and happiness of communities, virtue and duty are far more important than

seven volumes. Vol. I. Philadelphia. Lea and Blangenius and learning--the arts and the sciences. The heart

chard, 1844. Drinker and Morris, Richmond, Va. is chiefly to be educated, and it is susceptible of deep and This is another of the Ladies Cabinet Series of which lasting impressions long ere the child leaves its mother's we have already spoken. The value of the works emcaress. The mother, then, may, must give the heart its braced in this Series and the neat style, in which they are first impulses and directions. Unless her own soul be pure published, must commend them especially to those for whom and lofty, what surety is there that her children will be vir- they are intended. Oh! that they had other backs-in short, tuous and honorable? Hence, educate the mothers. And were bound. It grieves us much to see their yellow brightyet this means, educate every child; for the boy, when the ness vanishing beneath our fingers. Even the fair hands of husband, will influence the wise, and the girl will become the Ladies can scarcely preserve it. In their virgin dress the mother. Most truthfully does Aimé Martin speak of they appear as inviting as a newly coined guinea. The methe noble husband forming his devoted companion to be chanique of a book is no trite affair, and, (always saving the the mother of his children. Education must be divided paper backs,) the style, form and type of Mrs. Hemans' into three branches, physical, intellectual and moral, apply. works are nicely adapted to the rare treasures which they ing respectively to the development and shaping of the contain. The Essay of Mrs. Sigourney is just and enthupowers and principles of body, mind and soul. The phy. siastic; but appears labored; and lacks that energy and sical might, with advantage, be entrusted to the bandit, or force of analysis, which the genius of the Poetess might the savage; the intellectual might advance rapidly under well call forth. The Monody, by the same authoress, loses an atheist, a debauchee, or a well-studied demon; but there some of its interest after reading the essay, because of the must be something of a divinity to preside over the training close resemblance between the two, in many of the leading of the immortal soul. There is no disparagement of the ideas. Yet, these two productions of the gifted American, first two branches of education ;-they are insisted upon will justly be regarded as valuable additions to the work. as vastly important; but the last is indispensable: it The Memoir, hy the sister of the Poetess, does not lay alone prepares mankind for their destiny even on earth. claim to any high literary merit; and was written to give a Maternal love and Religion, the vivysying power which juster idea of the character of its subject, than the meagre Rousseau needed, will infuse the wholesome principles materials that had been presented to the public were calcu. into the youthful soul,-then, the more vigorous the body lated to afford. Mrs. Hemans strongly deprecated the puband the more expanded the intellect, the higher career of lication of her letters. She might have known that it was great and good and bright will their possessor run. impossible to deny this to the “generous public,” or at

The didactic character of the work is much relieved by least to rescue them from the qui vive Literary speculators its apt illustrations, its enthusiasm and its originality. It and Magazine caterers. The Dublin University Magazine is a work that should be read, pondered and practised. It soon published some of them, which in part called forth the abounds with choice aphorisms and gems of itue philoso- present Memoir. Indeed, the Poetess seems not to have phy, which should be treasured in the beart. In the rage been ambitious of Fame from her writings. “Fame," said which many have at this day for social regeneration, they she, “can afford only reflected delight to a woman." Her make a grand mistake by working with and upon masses, maiden name was Felicia Dorothea Beoune. Her father phalanxes and the like. They can not succeed. The was an eminent merchant of Liverpool, where she was born world is made of atoms; Temples are built of bricks, one on the 25 Sept., 1793. Failing in business, he moved into by one, and of plastic mortar, which must be used before Wales to Gwrych, “ a large old mansion, close to the sea it hardens. Nations are formed of individuals; and to and shut in by a pictnresque range of mountains.” “Here operate upon the individual, you must take the twig whilst she imbibed that intense love of Nature, which ever afterit is tender. The worldly wisdom of associated man can wards haunted her like a passion.” The misfortunes and do little, or nothing: but the influence of true religion, domestic sorrows to which she was subjected saddened her which falone is virtue, ministered by maternal love in the song; but gave to it deeper fervor and that tone of pious temple of the youthful heart, can and will regenerate the resignation, which is so elevating to the soul. Her heart world. Herein, too, is the foundation of the nation's Li- was the home of Love; though she was separated from her berty. “The mother's milk shall be the milk of Liberty.” husband. Her devotion to her mother was so pure and In that cradle may lie the embryo hero of centuries; then strong, that her Fame gave her most delight because it train him for such. Whilst this thought should stimulate illumined a mother's smiles. The Memoir could not bot be the education of mothers, it should incite mothers to the highly interesting—of such a child of song, inspired and education of their sons. As Mrs. Sigourney has very beau- inspiring, so proudly eminent and necessarily introduced tifully said, “when the mother is rocking the cradle she into such refined Literary associations. The lively spirit may have her hand upon the ark of a nation's safety." The of her letters and several Literary Jeux d'esprit is in biography of every great and good man abounds in exalted striking contrast with the prevailing tone of her Muse. praises of his mother, to whom his excellence is invariably And in L. E. L., whose young heart seems to have been ascribed. This sentiment a few years since sought a suita- blighted by some hidden and unblessed Love, the same conble manifestation in the erection of a monument, in the trast is remarkable. In later years, Mrs. Hemans entirely town of Fredericksburg, to“ Mary, the mother of Wash- discarded, even in her letters, the sprightly style, in which ington." Simple, but volumes speaking inscription! That she once excelled. Of her Poems the volume before us half risen structure stands in expressive reproach; but yet, contains only “ England and Spain;" and "Wallace's invo. there are many far more enduring monuments in honor of cation to Bruce." the “Mother of Washington.” The author's parting words

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