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      -. sSSSSBSSKwSS SBSSSB sSSaasasaKB jjjne amnseit _ tf «< njs , Pteawt . Atteganat . aaiFatks ; with an JEluci-* 2 S »~ d Analysis of the Bfayirt feeta . ' By ohn

      JjUfPABY Seabie . London : J Chapman . It ia a gre ** * ^ ' S s'S n ° f ' ^ » an ^ one indicative of the coming triumph of our principles , that almost all the men of the age—the men of genial and of literary note—are ranged on our side , fighting under the glorious banner of Democracy . Genius of a healthy growth must become strong enoug h to burst the swadling bands of custom , for it is essentially Democratic and Revolutionary . It is a dest royer of the old , and a creator of the new . Thus "we have Mazzini , Kossutb , Louis Blanc ,

      Oarly le , and Jerrold , and innumerable others—men of thought and of action—all to be found battling in our cause in their various methods , and with their different weapons . The brain-labourers are exactly in the same position as the band-labourers—both are slaves to Capital ; it therefore behoves them to make common cause with us in our struggle , and to become warriors ia the cause of Freedom . They who should be the directors of the world ' s destines , should not have to lick up the crumbs that fall from the table of Mammon ; and we know there are thousands of noble hearts now toiling at the press ; who are with us in sympathy , and it only needs that the present system which fetters them should be destroyed , and

      the pr inciples of Democracy will be advocated from miffions of lips which are now fettered and bound down by ties and feare . Among the noble brotherhood who are working with as , and sympathising with us , tho' be does not proclaim himself a Chartist , we recognise January Searle , or George Searle Phillips , and welcome him as a brother . We have loDg secretly read and admired his writings . He is a writer whom the pe » ple should know moreabout * He is also a poet , ifhe had never written anything beside hia beautiful 'Dream of Liberty ; ' but he has written many thing in verse which will live when louder voices arehnshed and forgotten . The present volume is a re-1

      printfrom the pages of the'Truth Seeker—a magazine conducted conjointly by January Searle and Dr . Lees . It consists of some fine essays not at all in the * Spectator' and * Bambler' style , though they are somewhat rambling . Among the best are those on ' Consolations in Poverty , * the Banquet of the Seven Sages , ' ' Benjamin Franklin , ' and the •* Choice of Books . ' There are some sweet allegories and some capital poetry , and the * Theosophy of the Hindoos , ' which we shall not speak of , at least for the present , for , however uncritical it may appear , weunsophisticatedly confess that we don ' t know anything about it . We quote the following from

      IBS CHOICE OF BOOKS . "Boots are our household gods , and we cannot prize them too highly . They are tee only gods in all the mythologies that are ever beautiful and unchangeable , for they betray no tta " , and love their lovers . I confess myself aa idelator of tbia Literary religion and am grateful for the ble 3 ? ed ministry of books . Among the many things we have to be thankful for as the result of modern discoveries , surely this of printed books is the highest of all , and I for one am so sensible of its merits that I never tbink of the name of Cnttenberg without feelings of reverenceand homage—who does not love John Oattenbergi The man , that with hia leaden types has made the invisible thoughts and itnmaginations of itian ' s mind visible and readable to all -md by

      all , sod secured for the worthy a double immortality ! The birth of this person was an era in the world ' s history . The dawn of printing was the outburst of a new revelation , which in its ultimate nnfol'iings and consequences is alike inconceivable and immeasurable . Formerly tie -ecclesiastics monopolised the literature of the world . They TOre , indeed , in many cases the authors and transcribers of books , and we are indebted to them for the preservation of old learning . Now every mechanic may be the possessor of a library , and have Plato and Socrates as well as Chaucer and the poets for bis companions . I call this a heavenly privilege , > nd the greatest of all known miracles . Plato died above two thousand years ago , yet in . these books he lives and speaks for ever . There is no death to

      thought . I think we should all of U 3 be grateful for books . I do not know how other men feel , but I have so much reverence for these silent and beatiful friends , that I feel tohaveiathemaniicmortal and divine possession , which is more valuable to me than many estates and kingdoms . The noise and babble of men disturb me not in my princely -domain , enriched by the presence of so many high and royal sou ' s . What can our foolish statesmen and long-Tfinded teachers of Ie 33 profane things have to say to me when Socrates speaks , and Shakespeare and MUtOU sings . The choice of books is not the least part of the duty of s scholar- If be would become a man and worthy to deal

      with man-like things , he must readonly the noblest and bravest books—books forged at the heart and fashioned by the intellect of a god-like man . A clever , interesting writer is a clever , interesting fool , and no master for the man 1 apeak of . Oar literature abounds with such persons , and - will abound -with them so long as the public mind remains diseased with this morbid love of "light reading . " We have exchanged the martial tramp of the Commonwealth ' s men for the nimble foot of the lamp-lighter and the thieftaker . It ia difficult to say what books should be read , for men ' s minds differ so much , that what one has a great aptitude for , another would reiect a 3 out of his kin . In this

      respect everyone , for tbe most part , should follow the bent of his own mind . There is a general discipline , however , to which all should submit : history , moral philosophy , a general acquaintance with , the physical sciences , mathematics , grammar , geography , poetry , and the literature of their country , are indispensable to them . For poetry , I think a man should begin with Milton . Tie is the finest epic example we can boast of . And his linguage is the beat and riehest English . 3 otMrs . Heman ? , nor the melodious Thomas Moore—tho two mosiral snuff boxes of poetry—can tune the soul to grand aspirings , or bmld it up to hiah purposes . If you want to be a femaleman , take these grinders of the Muses' shell for your exemplars , but if you would be the God-like man , read . Milton , j fext to Milton I would recommend Shakespeare ; not that I think Shakespeare second to Milton , or to any man living or dead , but because a person read in Milton

      would be lifcel y to appreciate Shakespeare better , and keep nis balance more securely in the presence of that wide , diversified , and universal man . I commend Shakespeare , also , for . his knowledge of life , and his . ieep insight into the aatureand workings of the human heart . lie is the only writer that can set the soul at liberty , and make it sympathise with the lowest , as well as the highest , forms of existence . A student of Shakespeare could not be a bi » ot , a tyrant , a man-hater , or any bad thing , if he would . He ¦ J 111 ™ S ™» d expand in the sunshine of that mighty aeart . Shakespeare is the biographer of humanity . His U . wtions are the deepest philosophy . He did not aim at remits , he achieved them . Unspeakably great was this n » n Shakespeare . Of the elder poet 3—from Chaucer to Mckville , and from Saville to Shakespeare-it is well to have a general knowledge . Chaucer stands first , not only as the father of EajjlisU poetry , but as the richest of those 'Old delineators of character .

      We get more knowledge of the life and aims of men in Chaucer ' s time , from his poems , than from any history . He is of a fine , free , and generous nature , and , like all true poets , ia the scourge of the vices of his age . Spencer ¦ should have the next reading , for he is full of rich and Melodious beauty , which no writer before him , or perhaps since , has equalled . The chief dramatists before Shakespeare were , Kyd , Greene , and Marlowe . The best works of Marlowe are his " Faust , " and the " Jen of Malta . " After Shakespeare , and some of them cotemporary with him , were Ben Jonson— " rare old Ben ! " as his companions called him . BaaumontandFktcher , Middleton , Massinger , Hey wood , Ford , and Shirley . There are rare things to be found in rate old Ben , " and Beaumont and Fletcher , in Ford , and the later writings of Philip Masainger . Poor Massinger ]

      His life was consumed by poverty , and he lived and died in obscurity . I cannot call to mind a more melancholy w ? 'ban that which' ia inscribed upon his tomb—™ T 'P f inger , a stranger . " Amongst the innumerable iwL * ? P i e 4 se roe » est in this early period , are George ¦ Herbert and Kol » ert Herrick . I like the nmtical beauty or the one , and the sweet ljrical mnsic of the other . Of we ja te poets , Cowley and Dryden should be read , but Pope wJ ? i ™ ant ? of mine « I hate bi 3 st"ts . His numbers are tt 7 £ ^ nted ' , bntheis not aspired ; his verse readBlike tte grindin g of a barrel-orwn

      hJttl * . wild and wi ** -like beauty of Shelley much ? e'wr . and reverence Keats , who , had he lived , would have CdiriL * n w 5 mpu £ Cow ? « Crabbe » Wordsworth , Sot In * r 7 n " Rogers « **** * B S ™> Akenside , « J » t , and Le , gh Hunt , are all more or less favourites with re . 7 ™ ° » the P ° « of &e passions , and as such will bo It on- « - y ° ? Df ° f both sexe 3 as lonS » literature lasts . SeSil " 5 ° y * * '**»»> in the presence of this * 3 ft 2 * * T ° f ° . d 9 W 0 rth for "Oration , and oSorfe r + £ - ° ° l s odes « than ligten to an It wR 01 ? £ there " D 0 8 U ? h thlD S as foro 5 l ) g the spirit . ^ B «! f ° n ° P ° » P 3 SSI « n . as well as upon thought . « i la

      * ou ot p owp / . ^ j -- —— -- " - »« »~««« s a one paper , tt » e pbUoli pOetry * He ts the f ! ounder of tn * t Induc-• fehted for rt j- wWc { l modern science is so largely inabte for his 8 trr ° Teri ! , ? P" « r - I **» " remark-« a special n'Ll , hls brave c ° minon sense . Palev . f fc lWSiV " , - inatIon of Man . " a" <» Berkeley clo Pfidio schoTr" Toltaire » Roassean , and all the encv-? " * « f aSt y ? cn he read with Profit- As a sum-F ^* " Historlnf modern "KfcPMc ? . 1 commend ^ t . ia SKSi ? Phll 030 PhJ . " in faur vols ., printed by Nation , aR \ he proso work 3 of Milton »» noble ' ™ ttly b « read after tbe British Essayists .

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      m « 5 ? it JW 1 llke - ? ° ? Tayloraud IssaaoBwrow Sf SnnS ^ tt t ?^ rmu'g bo ^ and - w 5 th the exception KSL P "' . ' u $ * zm work of geDi »» belonoing to the Common wealth Era , is John Buhyan ' s "Pilgrim ' s Progress , which is the reprewmtation of the spritual experience of h » age . Of aH books affording instruction and £ K X F ™ ' ° S P hy a ™ the best . And hare we must come to Plutarch , whose lives are as vital as the men were that lived therein . There is nothing like this book in any modern language . These are the Heroes that moved the world in the days of old Greece . Autobiographies , when they are faithful and genuine , are also valuable aids , bibbon has left us a book of this sort , so of Franklin and Kousseau , and now that of Goethe is accessible to us . in a vol . of Bonn ' s Series , just published . For works of Fi t on , Walter Scott ' s writings are the best ; and Bulwer has given a * & book or two , in which ho has shown high skill as « . n artist , although one feels that it is rather a dilettante , than » i inspired hand that paints for us .

      Bulwer is maudlin , sentimental , often immoral , and seldom or never touches the soul ; he is too cold , sceptic , and formal ; his very fire is not hot ; and although one is amused , and is often intensely interested , in his narrative and characters , yet he makes no man the better for his writings . Cooper is a better writer , to my thinking , than Bnl wer . But tho prineo royal of all books in thi 3 ancestry is Fielding ' s "Tom Jones . " It is a bit of real life , and will never die so long as the English language existB . Amongst other works of fiction , I remember to have read with great pleasure , " Roderick Random , " " Tristram Shandy , " the "Don Qaixote " of Cervantes , "Robinson Crusoe , " and "Gil Bias . " As an Essayist , Montaigne is my ideal . Emerson has more spiritual insi ght and reverence , but he lacks the blameless beauty of Montaigne ' s style . Carlyle and Emerson are unquestionabl y the great ' est English thinkers and speakers of tho age . Carlyle ' 8 chief books are bis "French Revolution , " "Sartor * Re-83 rtus , " and his " Oliver Cromwell . ' He hau also

      written five volumes of Essays , a book called " Fast and Present , " beside several translations , and otbe minor works . The " French Revolution " ie a series of vivid pictures of the characters and events of that period . It is not so much & history as a flame-painting . I reverence Carlyle for his genius and ths earnestness of his nature . He is a Poet , a Dramatist , a l'hilosopher , and a Historian . Tho books which he calls " Chartism , " and " Past and Present , " are well deserving to be read , as everything of Carlyle ' a is ; but in these books , which are professedly political , and ia which he paints our miseries with awful Salvator Rosa

      power , he does not suggest remedie 3 . He is a wailing Jeremiah , crying out against the woes , wrongs , crimes , and spiritual death of the people , and exhorts men to got bsok their souls as a remedy for all . The advice is good , if men could only find their souls , or believe that there really were suoh things in existence . Emerson is a very different writer , although it is not uncommon to compare him with Carljle . He w essentially a seer and revealer . I now close these histy ami disjointed remarks which are to be regarded rather as guide-posts on the literary highway than anythin ? else .

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      TAe Railway Anecdote Book . W . H . Smith and Son , 136 , Strand , London . Two hundred closely printed , double column pages , containing two thousand anecdotes , for something less then we should have to pay for advertising it . An excellent specimen of cheap literature ! And , although we cannot compete with Brother Jonathan , when he prints Macauley ' a History of England in two numbers of a newspaper at three cents each , we are certainly getting that way . This is just the book for a railway reading—infinitel y better calculated to beguile the tedium of a long journey , than Cocker ' s Arithmetic , which Dr . Johnson chose for that purpose , and quite as inexhaustible . It contains

      seven engravings of well-known authors and charaeters ; among others , Dickens , Brougham , and * Sam Slick . ' Here is an extract from the latter author , illustrative of his peculiar , quiet , rich humour : — HOW TO PHEVESI APPLE-STKAUNG . Our old minister , Joshua hopewell , had an orchard of most particular good fruit , for he was a great hand at buddin , graftin ' , and whatnot , and the orchard ( it was on the south aide of the house ) stretched ri ght up to the road . Well , there were some trees hung over the fence , I never seed such bearers , the apples hung in rape ? , for all the world like strings of onions , and the fruit was beautiful .

      Nobody touched the minister ' s apples , and when other folks lost theirn from the boys , hisnjalways bun" there like bait on & hook , but there never was aomuch asa nibble at then * . So I said to him one day , " Minister , " said I "how on airtb . do you manage to keep your fruit , that ' s so exposed when no one else can ' t do it nohow ? " " Why " says he " they are dreadful prett y fruit , ant they ? " 'I guess " said I , " there ant the like on ' em in all Connecticut ' " " Well , " gaya he , " I'll tell you the secret , but you needn't let on to no one about it . That are row next the fence I grafted it myself ; I took great pains to get the right kind Isent clean up to Roxberry and away down to Squaw-neck Creek . I was afeared he was agoin' to give me day and date for every graft , being a terrible lone-winded man

      in ms stones , so says J , "Iknow that , minister , but how do you preserve them ? " " Why I was agoin' to tell you " said he , " when you stopped me . That are outward row I grafted myself , with the choicest kind I could find , and I succeeded . They are beautiful , but 80 etarnal sour no human soul can eali them . Well , the boys think the ' old minister s grafting has all succeeded about as well as that row , and they sarch no farther . They snicker at mr graftm , and I laugh in my sleeve , I gueaB , attheir penetralion . The true Yankee ' s mode of expression is essentially superlative . His illustrations are akin to Niagara and Chimborazo : —¦ There is sometimes in the American metaphors an energy which is very remarkable « Well , I reckon that , from Ms teeth to his toe-nail , there ' s not a human being of a more conquering nature than General Jackson . " One gentleZl said to me , "I wish I had all hell boiled down to " S jugfc to pour down your throat . " v '

      As a coofer to this , we will quote from memory an instance of Yankee nonchalance , deliciousl y refreshing . An American sauntered into the telegraph office of a city a thousand miles from the place mentioned , and asked how long it would take to transmit a message to Washington . « Ten minutes' was the reply ; I can't wait' was the rejoinder . The following contains wonderful suggestions , and food for reflection . 'What great events from trifling causes spring ' : — °

      SLIGHT CIRCCM 3 TAXCES . Sir Walter Scott , walking one day along the banks of the Yarrow , where Mungo Park was born , saw the traveller throwing stones into the water , and anxiousl y watching the bubbles that succeeded . Scott inquired the object of his Occupation . "I was thinking . " answered Park , BOW often I had thus tried to sound the rivers in Africa , by calculating how long a time had elapsed before the ' bubbles rose to the surface . " It was a alight circumstance , but the traveller ' s safety frequently depended upon it . In a watoh

      , the mainspring forms a small portion of the works ; but it propels and governs the whole . So it is in the machinery of human life : a slight circumstance is permitted by the Bmno Ruler to derange or to alter it ; » giant falls by a PBbble : a girl at the door of an inn changes the fortune of an empire . "If tho nose of Cleopatra had been shorter " said Pascal , in his epigrammatic and brilliant manner , the condition of the world would have been different . " The Mohemedans have a tradition , that w hen their prophet concealed himself in Mount Shur . his Dursuers ™/ nB .

      , ceived by a spiders web , which covered the month of the cave ; Luther might have been a lawyer , had h s friend and companion escaped tne thu ider-storm at Erfurt ; Scotland had wanted her stern reformer , if the appeal of the preacher had not startled him io the chapel of St Andrew ' s Castle ; and if Mr . GrenvlUe had not carried , in 1761 his memorable resolution as to the expediency of char ' « in 2 " certain stamp duties " on the plantations in America , tb ! western world might still have bowed to the British sceptre Th .. % " lgb A neve » ^ been a P ° « if he h 3 d not found the "Faery Queen" in his mother ' s parlour ; Opie might have perished in mute obscurity , if he had not looked over the shoulder of h ! s young companion , Mark Otes . while ho was drawing a butterfly ; Giotto , one of the early Florentine painters , might hare continued a rude shepherd boy if a sheep drawn by him upon a stone had not attracted the notice of Cimabue as he went that way .

      The following , and last quotation , is of great interest to us . The persons mentioned do not figure in our mind as the « raw-head-and-blood y-bones' which they assume in the compiler ' s . Strange , that he does not see whal a plea for the real kindliness of their human nature he is recording , even while denouncing them as monsters ! How long is this miserable misrepresentation of the men of the If fencll Eevolution and theirmo ives to be tolerated ? Away with sucha hollow "t ° l *™™> l It is only done

      I ^^ r to frighten the world out of its wits at the name of 'Revolution , ' and give them a pretext for crushing Freedom The crimes of dJ ^ J Z . ^ been darker and bloodier than those of outraged slaves ! More men have been massacred secretly bv the miscreant Napoleon in Paris alone than evei ' suffered in the famous ' September Massacre- ' vet the one is blazoned forth wit h all the horrors and terrors of imagmation-the other is hushed arid iriuffu'd up m secrecy and silence ;—

      PET AX lMAtS , One often sees persons of rough natures and unfeeling hearts bestow extraordinary attention up , favoarite an > mals . The French Revolutionists presei S Se StrSdinny instances of this anomalous affection Citizen Couthon a Hercules marine , fondled and invariably carried in his bosom , even to the Convention , a little spaniel , as a vent for the exuberant sensibilities which overflowed hW affectionate heavt . This tenderness for Some pet animal was by no means pecalmr to Couthon : it seemed rather & common fashion with the gentle butchers of the Revolution . M . George Daval informs us that Chaumettehadariaviatfy , to which he devoted his harmless leisure ; the murderous Pournier carried on hia shoulders a pretty little spattie ' l , attached by a silver chain ; Panis bestowed the simplicity of his affections upon two gold pheasants and jjafat , who

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      - ¦ - ———sss?—lfonRnotabHte . one of the 300 , 000 heads he demanded reared doves ] Apropos of the Spaniel of Couth ™ Suva ! ffirm us an amuamg . aneodoto of Serjent , not . one of the east relentless agents of the massacre of September A lady came to implore bis protection for one of her relation * confined in the Abbey . He scarcely deigned to 2 elk to he . As she retired in despair , she trod By aceiiW . ?*« the pavr of his favourite epaniel . Serjent , Sing round enraged-and furious , exolaimed , " Madame , have £ , £ humanity ? ' y " We shall draw largely on this book for our column of Waifs and Stray » . '

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      The ' Socialists since February . ' By 11 . Bregjux Paris . l ' Such is the title of a book recentl y published in Paris which contains some brief , but animated , sketches of the chiefs of French Socialism . The author is an avowed enemy to Socialism ; therefore wo must not expect his likenesses to be perfectl y faithful thev are not . Ho sees nothing in Pierre Leroux—a man of the largest heart , noblest intellect , aud purest social fuUb , but 8 cepticiam , always doubt ; whereas he is / a man of thei most boundless faith to those who know him , but it is not in present systems and tbings as they are . « If he has any failing' gays his friends , ' it is in his having two much faith »'

      Again , of M . Louis Blanc—the greatest French historian , and author of the •• Organisation of Labour ' - ^ M . Bregnat affects to speak as a mere Saint-Simo nian journalist . Hia « History of Ten Years is onlv a ' pamphlet filled with documents . ' Of Louis Blanc , personally , he says , 'in his smilo there is something wild and cruel ; A strange firo is discernable in the soft clear glance of that man ' M Bregnat is but a poor phyisiognomist . Those of our readers who have seen and conversed with M Louis Blanc will agree with us , when we say there is something , peculiarl y sweet in hia Binile-a beautiful child-like simplicity ! And , aa for his eyes ! there is a strange fire in them , M . Bregmt ! the hallowed fire of genius .

      Speaking of Lows Blanc in' 48 , M . Bregnat says more than any other , he had prepared long beforehand the storm of February ; and he was very popular among the workmen ; each of his words were applauded ; each of his promises circulated as a certainty among the facinated people . Ibis orator , whose aspect was so juvenile , became the idol of all ; his eloquence , so bitter against the bow geoise , was honeyed and golden for the poor , and he , feeling his power , surrounded himself smilingly with that multitude , as with the folds of a mantle . He was muting the occasion which should throw tho dictatorship into his grasp ; but he failed-he only S ° ? i ? £ B 0 WJ nl misery' NajvM . Bregnut :

      J- . ; M . Louis Blauc might have been dictator ; or almost any thing he liked , if he had accomplished the wishes of those 400 , 000 artizans who in April 1848 so alarmed the recreants of the Provisional Government , by defiling through the streets of Paris ; but ho scorned to use the force and tyranny necessary to the Dictator ! and he only hesitated to proclaim the Republic of h s aspirations , Democratic and Social , fearing the mass of the people mi ght not bo educated up to it , as subsequent circumstances proved , and for him the only triumph was the triumph of Ideas . Of

      Barbes , that true martyr , high of heart , holy in purpose ,, and of unconquerable soul , M . Bregnat informs us that he has been a martyr for the Republic ; under the Monarchy he has been condemned to death b y the Court of Peers . His days have been sorrowfully passed in the hnmid shadows of dungeons . The Republic restored him to liberty and life . His Brow wore that painful pallor which is contracted in prison ; his sunken eyes drooping with melancholy told involuntaril y of tho desolation of his career ! Barbes , a generous heart , was loved by all who kaew him ; the people , who saw in him a victim of tyranny

      one of their crucified apostles , were devoted to him with their entire soul . Here ave three very brief notices of Sobrier , who was the assistant of . Caussidiere at tbe Prefecture of Police , in 1848 ; of the writer , orator , and philosopher , Easpail ; and of Cabet , the Communist .

      SOBRIER . Sobrier though young , had been successful in obtaining an immense popularity among the revolutionary party . He was an ardent and adventurous spirit . From the earliest hour of the Revolution , he had lodged in a palace of the Ruede Itivoli . and had surrounded himself with apretorian guard , distinguished for its wild and eccentric habits and behaviour . His Montagnards , adorned with red colours , armed with those irregular weapons which' insurrection

      alone knows where to find , waa at that time one of . the terrors of Para . Strange thing 3 were related concerning this palace in the Palace do Rivoli . Ic was known that Sobrier s guard occu pied its leisure hours in making cartridges , and in gathering arms together for the day of insurrection . Under the- provisional government , the influence of Sobrier had been powerful . He had had a large share in the distribution of government patronage . He was at the bead of one of the moat resolute clubs which had determined to take up arms on the first occasion .

      RASPAIL . A distinguished author , an able orator , Ra « pail made use of these two instruments to attract public opinion to himself , and to direct it . His journal , the "Friend of the People , became one of the most popular in Paris , his club x > ne of the most frequented . Raspailis a pacific reformer ; the only revolutionary force which lie recognises , is the force of ideas , ideas which neither cannon nor dungeon boltsi can hinder m their outbursts , when their hour has

      arrived . He does not trouble himself to know whether that hour is near or not . lie knows that progress is slow , that the man of to-day , an atom Io 3 t in creation , is carried away in the whirlwind of the present without being able to attempt more than human weakness can accomplish . As a medical man , he had long meditated on the mvBterieB of this world ; as a learned man , he had f athomed the depths of social science , and found nothing therein but vanity and pride . '

      CABBT . Cabet is the son of a workman , but his parcn ( sg . dreamed of a higher destiny , for him , and made him a lawyer . The Revolution of July made the son of tho artizan into a deputy . 1 he town of Dijon chose him for its representative He has written a history of the French Revolution in four large volumea , and vindicated the maligned characters of Saint Just , Marat , and Robespierre . This was his first production ; his object was to circulate democratic ideaB among the people , and to restore the memories of 1793 . In writing the History of the Revolution the son of the workman of Dijon asked himself why all this blood had been shed , and what was the ideal toward which the Terrorists of the first Revolution marched ? What n-a s tbe secret purpose of those energetic men ? That purpose wns equality notonly before the law but before the future . It was Communism . These thoughts led Cabet to write his " Voyage en Icarie . -. *•*¦

      We quote a few of M . Bregnah ' s words about Blanqui , the man who of all others saw that a fresh Revolution was necessary before the reactionists could band their forces to crush the work men , as in the bloody days of June : —

      BUXQUI Is ILe true type of the conspirator . II 13 hair which the damp and tn confinement of dungeons , has turned grey , makes more striking the sombre eneriy of his angular countenance , furrowed by deep wrinkles . His is a nature restless and volcanic . Under the appearance of a precocious old age , one discerns a soul of lire always young , always untameable . Tho life of Bhnqui has been gloomy and mysterious . It lias been passed in the midst of secret societies and of conspiracies . All the seditious movement * in the reign of Louis Philippe , have had ai , their head , or in some way mixed up with them , this sinister figure , for whom to conspire is to live , for whom life means to gamble in revolutions . Auguste Blanqui is a Republican of a very old date . His political convictions remount at least to 1830 . He iormed a part of that ardent generation that tried to create a Republic after the Revolution of July , and who failing , then set themselves to dream of another Revolu-ion , and of another Republic .

      Our mention of these men must necessarily be meagre ; but we are glad to hear their names , even from the li ps of an enemy . Proud and noble names worthy of the people ' s love . Their owners are all in prison or in exile , expiating their political convictions , and suffering for their love of the motherland . Ah ! truly , persecution and martyrdom are the natural inheritance of all who fight in the vanguard of Humanity ! Thus has it been through all the ages ~ tbtlS 5 s } t in . CtHV Tha liannin n * —1 . thus is it to- The heroic to

      any . ones wno come save the world must toil on throug h' dreary days of pain and darksome nights of misery ; toll < ind battle on for the success of a cherished principle , tire high reward and fruition of which rpay not be reaped for ages . They must labour ceaselessly for a world which repays them with scorn and sneer , the mouldy crust , and the dungeon-cell . O ! that the \ Veak ' might support the strong ! O ! that our words could reach you , noble martyrs , in the prison and the land of yuu , iiuuie martyrs , in me prison and the land of 1

      bondage ! If the common soldierin the ranks of Democracy might utter the familiar word to the glo r rious chiefs , * e would say , — ' Coufage , great hearts ; be of pood cheer , and let not the faith die within you . Yet a little while , and the strong am of Revolution shall btirat your bonds , and open your prison doors . ' The time for action comes . What ! shall a few madmen , in the insolence of their impious lust , be allowed g dash out the image of God from the worn fiijee of Humanity , and put their signet in its stead ? Shall they be permitted to turn this beautiful wor ^ into a

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      hou 8 &of , 8 laughte&and .. Qf . m ourninff- ? jj n « 1 The time approaches , O , ye peoples ! for wt « V suffer . Thinkofthe , raffi ^ hood ofLaot / an 1 ? t ^ d » to ^^ Jik . anrf a ^^^ preying on the heart of the chained Titan tIkJ ' and strike for Freedom ! Think of your ' ZE ' sleeping in their bloody graves , and strike for Fre ? doml Think of your champions in prison andis- ' exile , and strike for Freedom ! Think WwSJrS hearts , the helpless babes , the desolated homes and strike ,. strike home , for freedom ! '

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      PUBLICATIONS UECBIYED . Memoirs of Exlraordincu-y Popular Delusions Bv Onm Mack at . } ^ juiilbs Hungarian Grammar . By Sigibuund Wekkt late « s ; ; camp to Kossuth . Trelawny Blunders , 6 , CharingSs ? TkHdore Hook . A Sketch . Murray , Albemarle-street ' Mmdus Dramatics . A fibjft j . Lacy , Wellington Wot , ^ " ^^ iT ^ I ^ J ^ T ^ 1 Manin and Venice . By Avatois db la Porqr Pi .. - Amyot . ' ian 3 : Poems by Loxiis Napoleon . Illustrated by II ft tt ; ,, Bogue , Fleet-street . ' e Zingra the Qipsey . By Annbtttb Marie Mahurd Rm , t ledge and Co ., 2 , Pawing don-atreet ,

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      THE COUNTESS OF RUDOLSTADT . [ Segue ! to " Comuelo . " ] By Qrorok Sand . fbvbr dreams . Consuelo had been a week in prison . In composing and practising music , the time passed pleasantly enough . Still , as her chamber was very warm , and as the rampart on which s ! ie walked was constantly swept by a freezing wind , Bhe had an attack of hoarseness precisely on the day when the king proposed to have her re-appear before the publio . But as she little cared for suoh temporary freedom she did not treat her cold with that oaution and solicitude which a singer usually beatows on that preoious organ , her throat . She did not refrain from her walk , and the result was an attack of feverislinesa , which lasted for several nights . Sho then experienced a little phenomenon which

      everybody is acquainted with . Fever brings to the brain of each individual nn illusion more or teas painful . Some imagine that the an « le formed by tho walls of the apartment approaches them , gradually contracting until it crushes their head . Littlo by little they feel the angle unclose , enlarge , leave them free , return to its place , to come back again , and unclose anew , continually recommencing the same alternation of torture and relief . Others take their bed for a wave , which raises them , carries them even to the ceiling , lets them fall to raise them again , and thus obstinately tosses them up and down . The narrator of this true history , experiences fever under the strange form of a great black shadow , which be sees depicted horizontally upona brilliant surface , in the midst of which he is placed This blot of shadow , floating upon an imaginary plane is in a continual motion of con traction and dilation . It enlarges until itentirely covers the brilliant surface , and immediately it diminishes and

      , narrows , comes to be no more than a line drawn out like a thread , after which it extends anew , to be developed- and attenuated without ceasing . This vision would have nothing disagrenble for tho droamer , if , from a diseased feeling , quite difficult to be understood b y another , he did not imagine himself to be that dark reflec tion of an unknown objest , floating without rest upon an arena burned by the rays of an invisible sun ; to such an extent , that wlisin the imaginary shadow contracts , it seems to him that hu being diminishes and elongates until it becomes the 3 hadow of a hair ; while , when it dilates , he feels his substance equally dilate until it represents the shadow of a mountain enveloping a valley . But there is in this dream neither mountain nor valley . -There is nothing hut the reflection of an opaque body producing- upon a reflection of the sun the same effect as the black pupil of the cat in its transparent iris , and this hallucination , which is not accompanied with sleep , becomes the strangest anguish

      . We could mention a person , who when in a fever , sees the ceiling falling every moment j and another , who thinks he becomes a globe floating in spaco ; a third , who takes the side of his bed for a preoipicei and thinks he is always going to fall to the left ; while a fourth feels always drawn to tho right . But each reader could furnish his observation * and phenomena from his own experience ; which would not settle iho question , nor expliiin any better than we can , wh y each individual , during hia whole life , or , at least , dunnga long series of years , falls continually at night into a certain dream which is his own and not another ' s , and undergoes , at each attack of fever , a certain hallucination whiob . presents to him always the same characteristics and the same kind of anguish ,

      As to our heroine , the hallucination whioh the fever caused inJier must naturally be of a musical character , and re ate to her organs of hearing ; She therefore fell again into-the dream which sho had when wide awake , or , at least , half awake , the first night she had passed in prison , Then she imagined she heard- the plaintive and eloquent tones of Albert ' s violin ; sometimes loud and distinct sg Ik ln ^" * wer , ° 1 Q her chamber , sometimes faint M though they came , from ehehorison . There was something painful in this fluctuation in the intensity of imajnnary rounds . When the vibrations appeared to approach her , Conauelo was conscious of a feeling of terror ¦} when they seemed to burst forth it was with a vigour which seemed to overwhelm the invalid . Then the sound crew feebler , yet she felt but little relief ; for tho fatigue of listening . wittt an , ever-inoreasing attention to a melody lost m space , soon caused her a species of swoon , durin » which she could hear no sound .

      But the incessant return of fcho harmonious gust brought with it a shivering horror and a blast of insupportable heat , as if the vigorous stroke of the supernatural bow had enkindled the atmosphere , by unehaiain « the storm around her .. ° L 2 ff"We muat postpones till next week tho further continuation of this Romance , to make room for the extraordinary story of Caspar Hahseii . } -

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      CASPAR HAUSER , THE HEREDITARY PRINCE OF BADEN . A TRUE STORY OF CRIME AND MYSTERY . In 1833 Messrs . Simpkin and Marshall published a life of Caspar Hauser . It was a translation of the account drawn up from legal documents , b y Anselm von Feuerbach , the criminal judge , and one of the very commissioners appointed in Bavaria to inquire , into tho facts connected witli the life , discovery , and murder of Hauser . The Earl of Stanhope ateo published a book , in which he professed to . have discovered that Hauser was nn imposter . So far , however , from Iris being an imposter , all the circumstances of his life would lead us to believe that ho was really heir to the dukedom of Baden .

      Kaspar , or Caspar Hauser , the Nuremberg foundling , was observe 1 0 : 1 the evening of Whit-Monday , the 26 th of May , 1823 , standing against the wall in tho Unsclilitt market-place . The citizen , an inhabitant of tho marketplace , who first observed him , was struck by his singular appearance . It was that Of a peasant youth ; clad in the peasant costume , and holding in his hand a letter addressed to the captain of the fourth squadron 0 ' the sixth regiment of light horse , lying there . Being conducted to him bv this goodcitizen , and questioned by him who and what ho " was it became evident that he was almost wholly incapable of speech , was- thoroughly ignorant of everything in life , and strange in his behaviour . To all questions he answered 'From Regensburg , " or" Johxuoai * nit , " in the dialect of Bavaria , I don t know ; " and yet on pen and ink being put before him , he wrote m a tolerably legible band , his namo , "Kaspar Hauser . " All endeavours to draw from him , however , whence he oame , where he had lived , or any other matter connected with himself wevo vain . IIo appeared to be from sixteen to seventeen vears nf n » e . n «

      waa Of midifjo size , broad shouldered , and of a perfect regulanty of build . His skin was white and fine , his limbs were delicatel y moulded , his hands small and beautifully formed ; . and his feet , whioh were as soft in texture and finely Bhaped as his hands , bore not the slightest trace of having been ^ ompressed in shoes . . He showed tho utmost abhorrence of all food or drink , except dry bread and water . His speech was confined to a very few words or sentences '" . ol , , B »*» rian . dmteet , as' Emtaudhn , wit met Valla II i ' m-i . ! w 1 sI > tobo a trooper , as my father was . " llq exhibited the most utter unacquaintnnce with tbe comlnonest objects and most daily a p . arar . ces of nature , » nd a total indifference to tho comforts and necessities of life . In his wretched dress « found a handkerchief marked mi t t . a a 30 ln , P ° cket a minuwript Catholic Ffh ^ h S" f "I ? , 0 f the letter whioh he had brought III hi » hand professed to be a poor labourer , and tho father «« t £ ' nn d i l Bld « l » t tlie « oy hnd been left by his unknown mother at his door ; that he had tinkon him in .

      ana orougntr mm up secretl y , teaching him reading writ-Bvarian IraS ^ Y ^ *« * " »**! £ ^ , from the Bavarian 1 frontiers , but the place not named Within it jffi * J ' P ! Wli { t « be fro ? So Jtor- » d 6 n SSmifTUfW ™ ' * W Z th » t tho boy was born mitnrK , & ? Jr ? ¦ . 1812 } thiit hi 3 m ° t » er iris a poor rfier in'Sttfh i " ° ? ^ Uim - ™* h 8 father a ' sol-4 wr m theOt . 1 , rwiment « r ligbh horse . . n , dead . That tS ^ mt ^ SJ ¦ A ** " **" - ' ^^^^ m ^ s ^^ i ^^ m tm years . It was lew likel y that any poor labourer in Ruch ot this Kind , for so , many years , ami tVnn L J , L , \\ v < . nni

      BaKH ^^^ ss sssvas a EfesltT" * 8 t 6 ry ' t * ^** * - * theory ' . ftt ? IE ? t ^ ™? ° Une to the P ° lic ? h ? S ii « * W * ft * . faHid » and he was treated WSS ^ fe J "" T / fonlaqmo unknown place . * ? iS&" " .- - i ! ffas 5 xctfed regarding fti ' m , as soon a » the oSso was knfctfh , aftj 3 $ Bttr&n > iH&m'der eatfe ' -

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      cially exerted : hfmrolf to penetrate the mystery wbioh surrounded him . The result of much inquiry , partly from himself , and partly from circumstantial evidence , was that he had been kept from his childhood in a dark subteri ranean plaoo , where he could riot once stretch himself properly , it was so small , and there ho had remained , clad only in a shirt and trowaers , and fed on bread and water . Occasionall y he found himself attacked with very heavy sleep , and on awaking from these peculiar sleeps ho found that nis clothes had been changed , his nails cut and the place ? h t " c * ftan ° d ou * - & ' ' y amusement wns playing with two wooden horsos . For some time , however , before hn » Cap ^ off t 0 Nuremberg tho man who " tended him , out wnoae face he never saw , had come frequentl y into his «? £ •« . w ? bted hitn ver i ' mucl 1 - nnd had ^ "gntuim to ' Vwb be ? soldier as ''' a fi'tlie' 1 h ! 1 ( 1 6 een : lha * he wasfiom Iiegensbei-E : ami «« T . I ™'* fcn « w " At . l ^ ntrth

      carviJX « ? . ? . always called him , came ono night , ? ffh . fal ° f his du "seon , made him try to walk , on Nuremberg Cd > and Bt iast "fought him to the gate of ^ ilPSrS S " T'i 3 s ? sasy ^ ia : t u : rust Walking occasioned Mm t ! Lai , „„ I Mt T ? could not hoar tho light , but beS iXtm ^ JtiL'T mutton of the bones and muscles of his K demons rued that ho had Mtoall his life long . At first hB | Lnni )!« Whatever of tho qualities of thing , , nor of dis ™ & was delighted with the fl , me of a onndle , a . d put hfs finS ? into it . At the police office he exhibited no Hmptoml ? f interest or alarm . Tho sound of bells made W ? Z £ » do ? SSnv ' Snl'' "" 18 b 6 ing b ° aten " " hil " ' ° " From the pol . ee offije he was removed to tho prison for vagabonds and beggars . Hero the keeper at first recarded

      mm as an impO 3 lor , but soon fouwl him actually to he in the state of a little child ; and the jailer ' s children played with him , and taught him to speak . * * lhe public curiosity regarding him ami hia story j ? rew and numbers flocke . l from all sides to see him . They fou ght him toys . Von Feuorbach visited him after ha naa ueen considerabl y more than a month in Nuremburg , w ^ f . hl 3 r ° 0 " > stuck all over with prints and pictures rinli .. 1 * , givcn him ' and motie y » Pla . vthir . s 3 . and nnnl-1 y ' '" J b ° '" 8 Ular O 1 ' der > Wllich e >' ery * W- " <> pacivea up , and unpacked , and arranged every mornimr . I ' Wlwncdthat tho peopla tcand him ; that he had head-aohes . winch he had never known in his cell . " linn i !? n , h y h ? * as released r''oni the prison , and toZZli thocaro J of Profewor Daamcr , who undertook bv thl m ™ » * aBd educatc him : nnd » " * dt > r wna issue'l 2 , m ™ BS " - !" tM that lie 3 hould not bo interrupted by any move visitors . Hero beinjr shown a beautiful nrosnent hodbackiM teiroi

      3 , \ : » JT * . > . wlicn aft « - so hf S r ? T spoak ' an ( 1 was asklJi 1 whyhe did been n » r in , Tt ^ " W °° den 8 httUop aecmed to have fnronf 1 be roh 18 c - ' s P a « ered all over with different colour * His sense of smell Wa 3 most acute , and SSin ! " " S rc ! l , ta ony . ^ could not hoar to pass turoueu or near a churchyard , bceauio tho effluvia , unperceived b y others , affected him with horror . He waa ffii ? « r ' atld altachei 1 hiinself ffith «' u ' " > 3 t affection to Professor and Mrs . Daumer . JP ^ r 17 lh f Ootobei " ll 0 wtl * foun # ( J bleeding , and insensible , from a dreadful wound in tho forehr ad ? inaceU ur . lie was supposed to he dwui hut . ho fin . iiiu ra * nvaraA

      and stated that "tho man" had entered the h 6 use ia tho absence of the family , having his face blacked , and had 7 X ? r ™ u r 5 lnt 0 ' he oeUar hc could notte » - In his delirium he had often said , " Man come-don ' t kill ™» fL n '? T'n " ~ do no ono anvthing . Man , I love you . too . Don ' t lull—why mnn kill ?" Strict official inquiry Wil 8 made into tho circumstances , but no further light was thrown upon them , jtwasevi *' dent , however , that some diabolical mystery hung over him . There were powerful enemies somewhere , and it wa * now evident that thej had taken alarm . The public curiosity had spread fir and wide tho fnmo of this strange youth , and-it was evident that he might yet recollect things which mi ght lead to a detection of hia origin . Amongst those who now became deeply interested in him was Lord Stanhopo , who undertook th-Twhole charge of his education , and removed him to Anspacl * . Here he was placed for awhile as clerk ii \ the registrar ' s office of the Court of Appeal ; and he was ouietlv nerforminr hia

      duties when Lord Stanhope be » aii to talk of adopting him and bringing him to England . This most probnb y sealed Ins fate ; for one evening , December 14 , 1833 . hs ho was returning from tho office , . 1 stranger accosted him in tho street , and on pretence of giving him news from Lord Stanhope , and intelli gence regarding his origin , induced him to accompany him into the castle gardens , where ho suddenly stabbed him in the left side . Hauaer had strength enough to reach home , and to utter a few indistinct words , when he fainted . The police were instantly summoned , hut before they arrived Kaspar Hauser was dead . No trace of the murderer could be found .

      It is no wonder that a fate so melancholy upon a life so strange should rouse the public mind to an extraordinary degree . It was felt that the eyes of those who , for some unknown purpose , but as clearly from most important grounds , had thus treated this unfortunate youth—who had inflicted on him a treatment which Professor Feue * . baob atjled " a crime against the life of a soul "—had never been removed from him . It was evident that no ordinary persons , and no ordinary fears , were concerned . It became the subject of deep popular inquiry ; and the public knowledge of certain strange events in a certain high quarter led graduall y to a conviction which now exists with a wide and deep effect on the popular mind in Germany .

      These things have made Caspar Hauser the very Perlrin Warbeck of Germany . That he had , however , a moro real claim to a lofty origin is strongly attested by tbe secret firmness which tho faith in his right to the title indicated ' in the heading of our article , is hold by a vast body , not only of tho people , but of tho most intelligent classes in Germany ; and still more so by the active and rigid vigilance with which nil publications , all talk , and evon all whispers of thia faith in Ihden are suppressed . Let but a copy of the book or pamphlet be sent in the most secret manner into any town of Baden , aud the police is instantl y on the track of it ; letters are intercepted in the post that mention it , and questions on tho subject in ordinary conversation are touched with , alarm . A little volume by Joseph Heirrich Gamier proves tho truth of the conviction , that Caspar Hauser Wl \ 8 royally born . Thia book gave , and still gives , the government of Baden the greatest uneasiness .

      The portraits of Caspar Hauser , which wero very like in feature to the reigning family , were also destroyed ; and all conversation on the subject was compelled to he . carried on in secret . , Au inquiry was instituted by tho Court of Bavaria , which went on for some time under the management of tho acute and celebrated Feu « rbnch , but was abruptly terminated with the announcement that , " There are eivelcs of human society into which the arm of justice dares not penetrate . " Lord Stanhope , who bad professed such interest in Hauser while living , at his death was

      invited to the Court at Carlsruhe , and speedily professed that he looked upon the whole history of Hauser as a hoax , and that ho had been the dupe of an impostor . Wot so with the persevering Feuerbach . He pursued the mystery with indefatigable scrutiny and ardour , and , it is Bald , made somo very important discomies , which he would have laid before tho world ; but , doubtless , the eyes tbat had watched over Caspar llauser were upon him . He died suddenly , as has been the case with almost every one in Germany , rash enough to trouble themselves in the matter . There exists little doubt

      in our minds that Caspar llauser was the real Hereditary Prince of Bad qn . He was in tho way to tho Throne , and fell—another victim , immolated at the ' footstool of ambition —another crime of State—to bo added to that long , dark , and bloody record of Kingcraft ' s atrocities . It seems clear enough that tho ? e who doomed Caspar Hauser to his cruel confinement , had calculated that he would never be able to tell the tale ; but , when it was discovered that he could speak , and that publio curiosity was exsited respecting him he was pursued and murtfereil .

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      The Worm ) as it is . —The World , as we said , already stands convicted to this younat soul of being , an untrue and unblessed world ; its ni ^ h dignitaries , many of them phantasms and playera ' -masks ; its worthships and wor . ships unworshipful : from Dan to Beersheha , a mad world , my masters . Truly , Jn all limes and places , the young ardent soul that enters on this world with heroic purpose , with veraciouB insi ght , and th « yet unclouded inspiration of the Almighty , which haa given ua our intelligence , will find this world a very mad one , why else is fiK , with his little outfit of . heroism anil inspirations , come hither into i » , except to make it dili gently a little saner ? of him there would have been no need had it been quite sane . If you want to" make sudden fortunes hi it , and achieve the temporary hallelujah of fliink&ya for yourself , renouncing lhe perennial esteem' of wise menif vou can

      be-, lieve that the end of chief man is to co'lect about him a bigger heap of gold than ever before ; in' a shorter time than ever before ' , you will find it a most , handsome and everyway ftirthersoroe , blessed and felicitous world . But for any other human aim I think you nyjty find it not furthemme . It yon , m any wa y , ask practically , how a noble life is to be led in it , you will be luckier thah . Stiiling or I , if you git any credible answer , or find airyma'de road whatever . Yo \ vt heatts qu e stion , if it be of tba ' l sort , most things and person ^ , will answer with a ' libiisense . " Noble Jife is in Drury-lane ( tlieatre ) , and wears yellow bo ' otj . You foot , compose yourself to your pudding . ' Surely in / these times , \( ever in any , the young heroic soul entering on tifei So . ' opulent , full of sunny hop- , of noble valour and divine iu'tfcption , ' i * tragical as well as beautiful to ' vis . » -Carly les ' * ' Jtye $ Sterling . . ' _ ' . ' ' ^'

      ^ " Tiik Lost Romance . —A novel by AlexaudveDvMa ' s , - lM * singularly disappeared from the world . It . was entitled " La"Sab 6 l » ' ot 911 Fills , " and the Btory is report to' h * ve been founded upon facts , in which the son ot . the novelist bbr&apart . The wi'fa . of a ftussiiui noble , of very high rank , having been carried off from her husband while re ' - sidiug at a French watering place , by Monsieur D > thk Saltly is reported tb have been secretly seiz -d . within tl 9 territory of Prance , and conveyed by agents of a ve ' ty hicn powfer to Russia . The novel in question , describing under fictitious names these events , has been suppreased by tUe same secet and _ irresistible- agency which effected the ITS th 9 frailone > a ^ Bo * it copy of tW Voofcb' -tft

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), May 1, 1852, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1676/page/3/