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      Reviews. Le Coup D'Etat De Louis Bonapar...

      n & nd I obey . " But however resolved we may be to carry out asmssage obedience , we are not the less curious , and M . Mallet utjmt question after question to me ; it was for me to inform him s is to the . quality of the passengers he had taken on board . ^ At asaeh of the names already popular , or at any rate known , which ci cited to him , he interrupted me by exclamations of surprise . JyBy degrees hebecame thoughtful , and the conversation dropped . > uSuch was our first interview . I brought away with me , howvever , the assurance that the precise order for departing had not r eyet arrived ; and M . Mallet promised me that , before weighing mauchor , he would think of some means to satisfy our demands . ) iOn my return to the battery , I almost found a solution . M .

      ; hthe admiral-prefect had at last deigned to reply . In his lettter , idaddressed to the representatives of the Loiret and to myself , he irannouneed that all our letters would be sent to the minister of nmar ' me , . who undertook to send them to our families . As to nanswers , he did not know where they could be addressed to , at : eleast it was not on board the Duguesclin . These cutting words ivwere very indecent . In accordance with the turn affairs were staking , we would be at Cayenne long before one of our words ) j of advice could reach our families , and God knows at what spot , a or in what circumstances , we might receive the expression of bl their encouragements , or of their desyaiv . M . the Yice-Admiral I Leblanc recognised us at least as political prisoners , but , from tthe manner in which he executed the . ministerial instructions ,

      ilit could he seen that this was for him a very poor recoini niendation . After weeks of this infernal life on board the Duguesclin , i every day expecting to sail for Cayenne , a change took place n the intentions of the successful criminal . Some only of the prisoners were transported , others were allowed to remain in France under the surviellance of the police , and the others were condemned to expulsion . Durrieu , who had been sent to the Maritime Hospital , at Brest , to get cured of the diseases consequent upon the horrors of the prison-ship , was amongst the latter category , and he chose England for tho place of

      his exile . The exiles departed with the sympathy and the blessings of the whole population . " The indignant crowd , " says Damon , " covered the quais , and courageously expressed , in spite of the numbers of the police present , those vows , whose approaching accomplishment will be a reparation for the oppressed , and a chastisement for the oppressors . The English boat parted slowly before the saddened looks of the spectators . The exiles waved their hats , and cried : 1 Vive la Republique P The same cry echoed along the quais , even to the extremity of the mound . It was at once the sweetest consolation of the adieu , and the surest hope of

      return . " Atrocious as were the crimes of the coup d ' etat in Paris , they were even exceeded in atrocity and cold-blooded cruelty inthe provinces . It should never be forgotten that in precisely the provincial districts of the Republic where Louis Bonaparte ' s strength lay in the election , of December , 1848 , there was made the most determined and unyielding resistance to the coup d ' etat in December , 1851 . Yet , though these Bonapartist peasants of 1848 , were in 1851 shot , imprisoned , transported , or exiled by thousands , Bonaparte boasts

      from these places an almost unanimous approval of his ! acts Was there any proof needed of the falsification of the suffrage on the plebic te , this in itself would show it . It is monstrous to suppose that a population , few of whom had not lost a friend or relation by death , transportation , or exile , would willingly put themselves under the heel of the man by whose orders all these atrocities were perpetrated . Wc will conclude with the following examples of the means by which Louis Bonaparte " saved 11 society , and gained the love and admiration (?) of the provincial population : —

      DECEMBRIST CHIMES IX THE PROVINCES . In the Puy-de-Dome , Lieutenant Despiar , and the Procureur dela Bepublique , Monteil searched in every corner of the mountains for the loyal and courageous Dr . Lachamp , of Thiers . Lachamp was one of those condemned to Cayenne ; for three days he had with five hundred peasants , armed with sythes ancl hastily-forged pikes , kept the police and the troops at bay . After wandering two whole months in the mow and ice , overcome with weariness and rheumatism , he had sought refuge witha poor villager in Ruper . u You will have 200 f ., " said Desiar , to an old farrier , " if you point out his retreat . " " 1 have been a long time in the world , " said the old man , indignantly , " hut this is the first time I have been insulted . You are not

      rich enough , you , or any one else , to buy my conscience ! J > The execrable offer , always accompanied with the ignoble temptation of money , was made to all the assistants , and all replied with the same withering indignation . In despair , Monteil , shaming a beggar , bent beneath the weight of years , and scarcely able to move , cried to him , " Tell us , where is that rascal f" The beggar replied to him , " There are here no rascals but yourselves and those like you . I believe in God , and I pray him to bless M . Lachamp , and every honest man who loves the unfortunate . " They threatened to put him in prison ,

      to shoot him , or run him through with their sabres , and he only escaped by reason of his extreme age . But the poor tavernkeeper was arrested for his crime of devotion and hospitality ; he is now at Latnbessa , at Neuvy , where the physlemi , Charles Cony , had given the signal of resistance , the Republicans only yielded after many cruel losses , to forces twenty times superior . The soldiers of the perjurer thus celebrated their easy victory . A baker , Alexander Dugue , lay weltering in his blood , struck with four balls . The soldiers perceived him , ran to him and amused themselves—I can find no other word—in presence

      of their officers , hy piercing him with their bayonets . They hoped to drag from him complaints and lamentations . Dugue uttered but one cry— " Vive la Republique ! " The rage of his tormentors increased ; they continued pricking him with their bayonets , but without despatching him . The amazed populace claimed his body ; it was refused . They resolved that inhis dying moment she should writhe upon the ground before all , presenting as a spectacle his death rattle and his last convulsions . And during this time , do you know what they did , these conquerors ? They drank the wine of the victim , jesting at his martyrdom

      They got drunk at the house of his young wife , who had fainted ! Blood before the wine ! It was , at least , a variation of the orgies and massacres of the capital . At Paris , it was wine before blood 1 Another citizen , a proprietor , named Chavanc , is discovered in his own house . A second time they make a sort of piercing and dissecting him with their sabres . His hands , which tried to shield his wounds , were nothing but shreds and pieces when the steel entered his heart and intestines ! An old man of seventy had two of his sons—two children—amongst the defenders of the constitution . The soldiers could not find the father ; they massacred the old man ! In this same town of l & euvy , a citizen , Theme , returns home on the 9 th of Decern ,

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      ^ er , alone and without arms He is seized bound to a tree , and shot , in the presence of the authorities of Cosne , who commanded and expedited the execution . His wife , who had already attired herself in mourning , went to embrace him before his death , amidst outrages and the most odious sarcasms . When lie was quite dead , the drunken soldiers threw him on a hand-barrow , and wheeled him away , insulting his remains , and spitting in his face . I stop ; I think I have said enough

      for Europe to judge and condemn . If I wished to fill a whole volume with atrocities and crimes , I should only have to choose amongst the facts I possess by twenties . But no , I must leave them to the horror they inspire in every nook and corner of France where they have been accomplished , and where their remembrance will not be lost , I hope . Out of respect for Europe and history , I must not contribute to extinguish , beyond the narrow limits of their departments , the hideous local celebrity of the executioners . The immense and complicated crime of December has a name , moreover , for Europe and for history —It is called Louis Bonaparte !

      62 The Star Of Fkiijttlxjivi. September ...

      62 THE STAR OF FKiijttlxJivi . September 4 , 1852 .

      The Magazines Fob September. " Magazine ...

      THE MAGAZINES FOB SEPTEMBER . " Magazine day ' . "—what a charm the words once had ! It was a monthly era in our existence , and eagerly did we anticipate the intellectual feast of dainty fare , snuffing the smell of new paper afar off , and deeming it sweeter than the fragrance of morning flowers . Those were the clays when magazine literature flourished in all its meridian glory . When glorious old Christopher North was in his prime , and was wont to let loose upon us such golden floods of eloquence in those unparalleled criticisms of his in the pages of " Old Ebony . " When , with the combined strength of Cariyle and

      Thackeray , and Magiim , and rattling , rollicking , racy , roystoring " Oliver Yorke , " Frazer was potent enough to make a reputation from whom it chose to exalt , as in the case of Harrison Ainsworth , of whom it is said the } ' lauded into notoriety at the instance of Lockhart , who suggested that they should try and see how far the public 'would be gulled by them , and how far they could make a celebrity , where none was deserved . Those were the days when jolly " Bon Gaultier" illuminated the pages of Tail with his exquisite parodies and tumultuous mirthfulhc ss . Alas ! the change ' twixt now

      ancl then ! It ' s drcarv work to wade throneli the nino-a' / infis ancl men ! It s dreary work to wade through the magazines now . Old Ebony seldom wears a smile of mirth , or a ridiancc of genius . It would seem to be going the way of tho old "protection . " Now and then the " veteran Christopher kindles into somewhat of tho olden fire and splendour , but the flashes emitted by the mountain are few and far between . Frazer lias little to . commend it in general ; Kingsicy keeps

      it alive with his vigour and freshness ; his grand pictorial writing , and fine touches of characterization ; and sometimes from some other hand wc meet with a delightful article . Tho Dublin University is not altogether devoid of life . Tait lias done no great things yet under its new editor . Altogether , there is a general dearth of talent in magazine literature . Blackwood for this month contains a fine criticism on Milton ' s 1

      " Paradise Lost , by Professor Wilson , the man pre-eminently filled to take the altitude , and appreciate the qualities of the . great patriot as the . poet . " Hypatia , " the new tale by Kingsicy goes on sparkingly in Frazer , and there is an interesting paper on " Neglected French Authors" in this magazine . Chamfort is the author expatiated upon . From his " Thoughts and Maxims" we select the following : — " After he had learned the details of the Battle of Ramillies , Louis XIV . exclaimed , God Almighty has then forgotten all that I hare done for him . "

      " ihe most rational word that has been said on the questions of celibacy and marriage is this : Whatever decision you take you'll repent it . Fontenelle , in his latter days , regretted he had not married . He forgot ninety-five years passed in careless indilfcrane ? . " Colburn ' s New Monthly has nothing of unusual interest . There is a lengthy paper on D'Orsay , with a number of letters of the celebrity , which , whatever they may say for him as a scientific man , yet fail to place his character in a more loveable point of view . The following note to a paper by Kelly Kennyou , is curious : —

      HANDS AND FEET , The description of physical formations given in the text are generally received personal peculiarities of Norman extraction , and nothing is more generally accepted than that tho small hand and foot are the characteristics of gentle blood . This opinion is not unmixed with error . Small hands and feet were common to the whole race of horsemen , and not to their chiefs alone . They are Scandinavian peculiarities . The museums in

      some of the northern capitals in Europe , possess swords used in the time of the sea- kings , which have handles so small as only to admit hands of a very diminutive size , and these swords were the weapons of the hardy bands who accompanied their leaders as half-pirates , half-soldiers . From such historic records as we possess , the Norsemen were of agile figure ; yet we are also told of certain Saxons who were of equally elegant proportions . When Harold , son of Goodwin , was at William the Norman ' s court , he was admired for his fine figure , and they might have It

      thought him Norman . should be remembered , too , that at the Conquest many of the low station emigrated to England , and on their arrival assumed the importance of squires and nobles , who , in their own country had really been grooms and lackeys , and they had doubtedly the peculiarities in question . It is a fact , equally true , that the Saxon nobility had large hands and feet ; and Bulwer says that these characteristics may yet be traced amongst some of our oldest noble families who are now directly sprung from the ancient Saxon blood . Large hands and feet are common to the Teutonic tribes , and as the ancient Saxons were Teutonic , this physical distinction has been transmitted

      through many centuries . An ingenious writer has lately written elaborately on the formation of the human hands , and has classified the various conformations common to particular races . The Celtic are more elegant , having long taper fingers , and that shape is associated with an imaginative mind , hence possessed by the highest order of poets and artists . The broad palm , short , obtuse , truncated fingers , are Teutonic , which he

      terms the spatula conformation . It is the spatula form which is common to the Anglo-Saxon race , to that race which , by a strange chance of Providence , is peopleing the earth and spreading its language and religion from Cape Horn to the northermost region—from the sunny banks of the Ganges to the immense valley of the Mississippi ; and , says the chirologist the spatula hand is associated with all that energy and enterprise common to the Saxon blood . l

      The Magazines Fob September. " Magazine ...

      Teat has a middling variety of middling articles w select the following from a " Day with a Lion : "— " e

      WANTED A CHANGE OP SITUATION BY ONE WHO Mie , ^^ ll \ ft ENOUGH OP IT . J " I gave myself up as lost , as a matter of course n i was kneeling there , I just said , ' God help my poor " S as * children , ' and waited for the lion to spring . He came up 81 ° '' l ^ slackening his pace by degrees , and at last , when lie was T twelve feet off , he stopped , and sat clown jon the ground like * looking me full in the face . I sat down also , and looked at ?^' in return , fixing my eyes upon him and staring as hard as Vc i When I was at school , I had read that the lower animals f ' not endure the steady gaze of a man ; and although I c-i ° ' say that my experience had ever confirmed this opinion ' h ' ^ curred to me to make the trial with the lion . But ]' , n don't think it had much effect upon him . Now and the ] would shut his eyes , or look round to one side or tho J ? i iw 4 Uti ii L i

      - -. ,., „„ „ u n ~ . > . „ , ~ i— a -VL r . ° « er . but that was all . Presently he lay down , with his paws d ¦ , up under him , and his head resting upon the ground ' exi ? like a cat watching for a mouse . At the same time he h occasionally licking his lips , as though he had just fmishcT meal . I saw at once what the rascal ' s intention was . He \ just been feasting on some animal he had killed , and was I thungry . But he had made up his mind to have me for his re" meal ; and , as lions like their food fresh killed , the scoiind ' was keeping me until he had digested his breakfast . W ^ l that an agreeable predicament for a christian man ? Then r sat for hours . I tried to load my gun , but at the first motion f made the old scoundrel lifted his head and growled , as much to say , " None of that , my boy , or if you do ' Tr r i a .

      persisted , it was clear that he would have been upon me W . 1 the powder was in the barrel . Re was a huge old felloS think the largest lion I ever saw . Once a troop of zebras cai ^ suddenly by us . The lion rose to his feet in an instant , ' tiirM half round , and looked at them ; but I suppose the cmminlr rascal reflected that a bird inthe hand is worth two in the hv ? for he turned back and lay down again , grumbling and stavinw harder than ever at me , as though he ineant to sav < Y ™ „ , ° harder than ever at me , as though he meant to say' You °

      , , S " . my fine fellow , I have lost a zebra through you , ' and now I mean to make sure of you . " At last the night came . The I ' m lay quiet in a shaggy mass a lew yards from me . I knew tint he was wide-awake , and that he distinctly saw every motion ' ] made . Occasionally I could see his eyes turned towards mo shining like fwo coals of fire . My last hope was now thot \ r remaining perfectly silent and motionless , I might tire him out him from

      or keep attacking me until something happened The night was chilly ; everything around me was as silent is % grave . I had been forty-eight hours without food or sleen ' I dont think I conldhave held out in that condition through ' tho night . It w » s too much for human nature . Two or ° thre ^ hours after dark lis lifted his haac ! and looked at me , and } w >^ to growl . ' Now , ' thought I , ' the thus is come . ' He roscTon his feet and growled louder , all the while looking at me as thought . I braced myself up for a struggle , with my ffluVni my left hand and my hand handkerchief in my rio-hfc . ] had i

      notion of endeavouring to thrust the gun crosswise into his mouth , and then getting my right hand down his thropt It was a poor chance , but I ineant to die game . But in a few minutes , the lion , to my surprize , became quiet again and sit down ; he did not lie down as before , but kept his he ^ d stretched forwards me , like a cat intently examining some object . At length lie got up , then crouched , and I saw ° clearlv that he was getting ready for a spring . At that moment ' l

      heard a loud veil behind me . and saw mrft ™ + ! -. ;„™ „ ,. ; i ' heard a loud yell behind me , and saw every thing around me lighted up by a blaze of fire . The yell was kept up for a minute or two , and all at once somebody , looking as though his he < ranc sdouiders were in a blaze , came running in between mo anli the lion . The brute gave a tremendous roar , more in frWit than in

      anger , and went bounding off into the darkness ° Itwas Apollo with the fire . The blaze , had gone out but th * little fellow had two or three lighted brands in each hand , and was flourishing them aoout his head , and dancing and whirhV round , m a frantic way , like a littlo demon , though to me hist then , he seemed more than an angel of light . " ° ' *

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      • T ? , ^ S ^ V * Ciadcle * g hs " Travels in South America , ' we find the following opinion of the Brazilians , as to the cause and origin of the blackness of the skins of the Ncm-oes as far at least as tradition goes . The lower orders of Brazilians consider the Negroes to be the most inferior in the scale

      of human beings , and their belief as to their original formation . is not a little singular . At the time , say they , of the creation t of Adam , oatan looked on , and formed a man of clay , hut he- coming disgusted at the blackness of everything he touched . , he determined to wash the being of his creation white in the b river Jordan ; on his Hearing the river , its waters retired , leav- - ing barely time to push the black man on the wet sand , which li touching the soles of his feet , and the palms of his hands , accounts for the whiteness of those parts . The devil , in a state . e ot irrigation , struck his creation on the nose , by which the Hat-1-ness of tnat organ was accomplished . The Negro then heggechd for mercy and humbly represented that no blame could h attached to him , upon which his satanic majestysomewhat

      pacwi-, fied patted him on the head , and by the heat of his hands cJrle & fi the hair m the way it is seen in the present day . Such is thchc fanciful idea of the Brazilians respecting the origin of the blackck race . ° °

      THE BAY OF WOMAN . It was the dewy morning of the world It was the spring-tide of the human race : A gold and green-ringed spotted snake was curl'd Around an infant ' s neck in fond embrace ; J he full-maned lion lay beside the lamb ; A fire-eyed tawny panther in green bowers Was to a milk-white fawn the foster-dam—Ancl woman gathered Eden ' s odorous flowers . It was the scorching noon-day of our star , not tropic summer suns oppressed the earth ; 1 he beams of chivalrylike lances far

      , Gleanvd o'er the battle-field of blood and deartha no knight lay gasping through his steel-barred helm-Uie squire lay white in death and stern in pride-1 he king had fied his saddle , and his realm-• wit woman watched her true-love knight beside .

      It was the purple evening of the world ; w , e mn time there shall be blessed light ; f , ? J ood-red Dannw by fair Peace was furled , And Brotherhood ' s clasped hands with rings were brig % h Men s homes were beautiful and rich and high , And earth was bloomy through her grassy leas , And over all there was a solemn sky—And woman sat with children on her knees .

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    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Sept. 4, 1852, page 14, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns2_04091852/page/14/