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“ We regret to say, that a strong memo

from destruction. A mission so sacred is rial, recently transmitted from the United worthy of a Government which has grudged States, praying our Admiralty to send the and spared nothing for its heroic soldiers Resolute out on a final searching expedi- and sailors in other fields of warfare, and tion, has failed to arouse official sympathy will surely be approved by our gracious with a cause now stirring all England. Queen, who overlooks none of her loyal This is the more surprising as the work subjects suffering and dying for their counwhich remains to be done is extremely try's honor.'— This final and exhausting small, and Arctic experience shows that search is all I seek in behalf of the first the probable risk is slight. The rate of and only martyrs to Arctic discovery in mortality of all the Arctic Expeditions modern times, and it is all I ever intend to since 1818 (exclusive of that of the missing

ask.'Expedition) is less than one and a half per Who can fail to cry God-speed ! Do you cent. Sir Charles Wood, therefore, as the know, though the ointment might have oracle of the Admiralty, has no foundation been sold and given to the poor, it was for saying that he does not feel justified better to waste it upon those precious seet! in exposing to the risks inseparable from such explorations the lives of further offi

MATTHEW ARNOLD, the poet, of whom cers and men. Previous searching expeditions, which were necessarily dispatched Monthly, has been appointed Professor of

we have more than once spoken in the to unknown regions, have, as we have seen, been singularly fortunate in regard is a scholar, a poet, a gentleman, and

Poetry at the University of Oxford. He to the slight mortality, and the proposed worthily sustains the honor of the name Expedition, which will have the advantage he has inherited from his father, Dr. Arnold of being within easy reach of the large

of Rugby, the historian. It is an appointdépôts of stores and provisions at Beechey

ment in which every lover of literature Island and Port Leopold, will certainly

will heartily sympathize. not be attended with greater risk than those which have preceded it. Great scientific interest attaches, moreover, to Lady In our last number we regaled our readFranklin's final search, as it will be carried ers with a savory ballad of '77, and this on in the neighborhood of the North Mag. month we have another, singularly suitnetic Pole. Let us, then, hope that the able for the season, although a little preappeal of Lady Franklin will meet a ready revolutionary. response. 'I have cherished the hope,'

THE REPULSE. says Lady Franklin, in her letter to Lord Palmerston, 'in common with others, that we are not waiting in vain. Should, bow

In 1693, ever, that decision unfortunately throw The Charter of our embryo state upon me the responsibility and the cost of Was deemed a broad, protective shield, sending out a vessel myself, I beg to assure

As potent as a bond of fate.

It bore a front, the like of which your lordship that I shall not shrink either

No proud crusader's ever knew, from that weighty responsibility or from Where desperate blows from haughty foes

Fell harmless as 'the summer dew. the sacrifice of my entire available fortune for the purpose, supported as I am in my

The king, though claiming right divine, convictions by such high authorities as

Must yet succumb to public will: those whose opinions are on record in your

He might be strong, but still would find

That chartered rights were stronger still lordship’s hands, and by the hearty syn- Wherefore, the stern, high-minded men patby of many more.'— Surely, then, I

Who laid fair freedom's corner-stone, may plead that a careful search be made

Were prompt to poril life and limb

Against encroachments from the throne. for any possible survivor ; that the bones of the dead be sought for and gathered So, when the Royal Duke of York together; that their buried records be un

His pompous emissary sent

To take command of all our troops, earthed, or recovered from the hands of And thus the Charter circumvent, the Esquimaux; and above all, that their That parchinent shield was found to wield

A power no duke could set aside, last written words, so precious to their

That never bent to Parliament, bereaved families and friends, be saved And which no king could override.


This fact caused young Connecticut

To battle stoutly for her rights ;
And, when tall Colonel Fletcher came,

He saw some unexpected sights.
Our notions did not square with his,

Which caused an internecine war, That ended only with the flight

Of this ill-starred ambassador.

The heirs of that determined band,

Our Governor's Guards, are living yet; And the same spirit nerves their arms

That nerved the men whom Fletcher met: Bear witness each election day,

When their tight-gaitered legs we see March to the tune their fathers marched,

In 1693.

And yet, pursuant to his wish,

The men were mustered under arms; And stalwart troops they were to see,

With sturdy limbs and horny palms. Their captain, Wadsworth, was a man

Of slender build and modest mien, But who a loftier spirit bore

Than many a belted knight, I ween.

The line was formed. And Bayard then,

In voice sonorous, loud, and clear, Began; but, e'er a page was read,

No word could any listener hear. “ Beat drums !" the irate captain cried,

And drum it was, with right good will, Until one might as well have tried

To hearken in a fulling mill.

It seems we are all in the wrong about " Toby.” Toby was neither a valet nor a man Friday, but a sailor and adventurer like all others. We have been put right by the following communication from the veritable Toby. It is, indeed, a most perplexing question for ourselves—for how if somebody else should claim to be the original Toby? Nay-how if some other Herman should suddenly claim to be the original Melville! There is no foreseeing the end of such doubts and controversies.


“Silence !" the colonel thundered forth

To the Editor : And straight the drummers ceased their

In the April number of Putnam, I saw an play; Till Bayard raised his voice again,

article on our authors-among others Herman

Melville is spoken of. As I am the veritable When Wadsworth shouted “Drum, I

“Toby” of which he wrote in “ Typee," I say!

would like to correct an error which many “Silence, you rebels !" shrieked the chief

have fallen into respecting myself. I am The dauntless captain answered “drum !" And drumsticks flew till Fletcher ceased,

often spoken of as Melville's valet, his “man

Friday,” etc., and by some as a myth. Now And then the music, too, was dumb.

that I exist is true, and the book “ Typee" is

true, but I was not Herman Melville's valet, The little captain's spunk was up

man Friday, or anything of the sort. I stood While Fletcher's face grew red with rage, on the same footing with Melville. We both To find his aid was baffled thus

shipped as foremast hands on board a whale In reading the initial page.

ship, in one of the whaling ports in Massa“ Stand back!" the fearless soldier cried, chusetts, and from there made the romantic

As Fletcher glared with looks of fury; trip from which he wrote his “ Typee." I “Another word, and this good sword, was his companion from the time of our enterBy Jove! shall let the daylight through ing on board the whaler, until our separation

on the Marquise islands, as related by him.

self in "Typee.” A friendly communication He did stand back; and, hot with wrath,

exists between us, and I presume it is amusTurned on his heel to quit the ground;

ing to him to see “ Toby” spoken of as his

valet. For well he wot the captain's words

Were something more than empty sound. His cocked hat in the distance loomed,

His angry voice sank low and lower, Until his coat-tails disappeared

Amid all the summer reading on green Behind the neighboring tavern door. lawns under spreading trees, there will

hardly be a more exquisitely melodious And thus the chief, who warrant held

and melancholy strain than the love-song From one who royal duke was dubbed,

of George Darley, which we insert for the In presence of a Yankee crowd Was most incontinently snubbed.

benefit of all who are, who will be, or who Discomfited he stalked away,

have been, lovers. Pursued by much derisive laughter, And harbored in his ear a flea

6. Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty Of largest size, for some time after.


Lulled by the faint breezes sighing through In gallant trim the troops moved on,

her hair! With lofty step, to Court-house Square, Sleeps she, and hears not the melancholy Where Captain Wadsworth made a speech numbers That stirred each soldier's heart and hair.

Breathed to my sad lute amid the lonely Then, with three cheers for chartered rights, air?

And three for their unsullied flag, They filed away, as fife and drum

“Down from the high cliffs the rivulet is Struck up the vigorous “ double drag."


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To wind round the willow-banks that lure he ever makes calls, does it because he him from above

likes it. What more vatural than that O, that in tears, from my rocky prison streaming,

Jack Easy, on bis stroll from the Club to I, too, could glide to the bower of my love! the Park, should drop in of an afternoon “AH, where the woodbines, with sleepy arms,

on pretty Mrs. Bellairs in May Fair? The have wound her,

chances are ten to one he will find Mrs. Opes she her eyelids at the dream of my Bellairs at home, for he knows her bours,

lay, Listening, like the dove while the fountains

and wants to see her. And he is certain echo round her,

to come in for a bright face, a pretty mornTo her lost mate's call in the forests far

ing-dress, an elegant little boudoir, and a away!

lively half-hour's gossip--with, perhaps, a “ Come, then, my bird ! for the peace thou cup of tea, at the end of it--Jack has

ever bearest, Still heaven's messenger of comfort to me

treated himself to a pleasure. He called Come, this fond bosom, my faithfulest, my with that object. Mrs. Bellairs will have fairest,

half-a-dozen such calls, this afternoon, Bleeds with its death-wound--but deeper

most of them from her male acquaintance. yet for thee !"

The ladies purse their lips, when Mrs. Bell

airs is mentioned. She is too agreeable. Punch is the wittiest and freshest

She has flung off the ceremonies, and recritic of society in our literature. It

fuses to perform the penances of society. is the type of the best of the contem

Her dinners are unpretending and proporporary novels of society. To read it,

tioned to her kitchen and her establishment. from week to week, is like turning over

She does not swell her household with the portfolio of studies from wbich the

green-grocers, or have her entrées from the authors are going to paint their great pastry-cook’s. When you call, as I have novels. Lately we find something so

said, you find her at home. She has arapposite to American “society” as well as

ranged her house and ways for enjoyment, to English, that we quote it, for its good and not as if for the discharge of a painful humor and sharp, just sarcasm, for the be

duty. Hence, perhaps, the undeniable nefit of all sufferers by this dreadful social

fact, that she counts, in her circle, three institution of “calling :'

bachelors for one wedded-pair. The mar“MR. Punch--What holds society to

ried couples you do meet at her house are gether? Mutual services, acts of kindness

apt to be young ones, and of the unceredone in moments of need or sorrow, self

monious or off-band kind, who take life as interest, the pleasure of conversation, the if it concerned themselves more than their love of scandal, weariness of ourselves, en

neighbors. joyment of the company of others, or mere

" Women, too, have their non-penal instinctive gregariousness?

calls. When two young ladies for ex“None of these, so far as I can gather ample_dear friends-meet to exchange from my experiences as a married man,

patterns or experiences—to talk over the and a London householder. Society here

triumphs and trials of last night's ballseems to me to be built up of pasteboard

to compare notes as to husbands, and a veritable house of cards.

house-keeping--to bewail the backslidings “ Nine-tenths of the social intercourse

of butlers, the contrariness of cooks, or of this metropolis appears to be carried on the high-flyings of housemaids, I do not either as a solemn and costly ceremonial, doubt that they really enjoy themselves. or as a dreary penance.

I can readily imagine two vicious old “Dinners, routs, balls, breakfasts--wed- maids, keenly relishing a good 'goinat ding and others--belong to the first, or cere- the reputation or cricumstances of their monial order of social rites.

friends. I can conceive their bitter pleas“Calling is the principal form of social ure in tearing to pieces some fair young penance. It is against this penance I wish fame--or in routing out some grim skeleto pour out my feelings.

ton from its closet in the house of a com“It is only married men who know at mon acquaintance ; or in letting loose what cost of time, 'money, and temper from its bag some cat, likely to run about this penance is performed. A bachelor's freely, and to bite and scratch a great calls are seldom penal. Your bachelor, if many people in the neighborhood.

“There is enjoyment in a call on an himself in Gothic characters as difficult to artist in bis studio, provided you know decipher as the directions to strangers in him well enough to rummage his port- the New Houses of Parliament. folios, or turn his canvases from the wall “But what is the meauing of this pack while he continues at work. Unless you of pasteboard from the Juggernauts ? are on these terms with him, you have no Why has Mr. Juggernaut left two cards, business to interrupt an artist, except on and Mrs. Juggernaut two cards, and Miss invitation, and on ceremonial or penal Juggernaut two cards, and Mr. Frederick occasions ; as, for instance, when Podgers, Juggernaut two cards ? And why are A. R. A., has expressed in writing the they all turned up at one corner? The pleasure it will give him to see you for in- Juggernauts are the most determined doers spection of his pictures intended for the of social penance I know. This shower of Academy on the 3rd, 4th, or 5th of April. cards is meant to represent a visit from That is one of the penal performances. If every individual member of their family you go, you must make one of a shoal of

to every individual member of mine. Well, people, who flock into the place on each if it have saved us from an affliction of other's heels the whole day through, most the Juggernauts in person, let us be thankof them knowing nothing of art. The ful. These pasteboard proxies are blessed few who do, are de barred by politeness inventions, after all. There could be only from speaking their mind on the works one thing better: to get rid of the printed before them, where they cannot honestly pasteboard-even as we have got rid of approve; but they are all pouring out the the human buckram it represents. Why same commonplaces of compliment to call upon each other--O my brethren and Podgers's face, and venturing on shys' of sisters—you who bore me—you whom I criticism whenever the poor man's back is bore--even in pasteboard! Why not drop turned, while poor Podgers is beaming

it altogether--and live apart? People about, full of himself, feeding on honey who care for each other will find time and and butter, and believing all the com- opportunity to meet, I will answer for it. pliments sincere in spite of his better Why should those who do not pine in judgment--80 sweet is praise—till the

a self-inflicted and superfluous suffering ? Times comes out, the day after the Private

Think what you are exposing yourselves View, and omits all mention of Podgers,

and me to. I or my wife might be at or damns him with faint praise, or cuts

home when you call. We might all have bim up, perbaps, root and branch.

to endure half-an-hour of each other-“ But the real penance of penances is constrained, unhappy half-hour, of baffled that social performance called leaving attempts at keeping our mask from slipping cards.' Erery day, when I come home on one side, and showing the yawns, and from my office, I find my hall-table littered flat melancholy behind them. with these pieces of pasteboard. There is

“ Then this penance is not merely paina physiognomy about them. Take the ful in itself. It costs time and money. newly-married card, for instance, on which “One morning in every three weeks or Mr. and Mrs. Coobiddy always figure in 80, I find my wife at her writing-table, couples, a sort of connubial four-poster struggling with the Red-Book and the Map among the pack ; or Captain Blunderbore's of London. She is making out her lists of card--the most tiny and lady-like square calls, she tells me. These lists are in of glazed pasteboard, with letters so small, duplicate. One is for her own guidance, they almost require the help of a magnify. the other for the driver of the Brougham, ing glass to make them out; or Lady

which is hired for the day's penance. Mangelwurzel's solid and substantial ticket, There is a sovereign for that, including heavy as her ladyship’s jointure, the letters the tip to the driver. Of course, she square as her bank account, and as firmly can't be expected to make her calls in a impressed on the paper as her ladyship’s cab. dignity and importance on her mind. Here “I once, out of curiosity, accompanied is the pasteboard representative of lively my unbappy wife on one of these penal Mrs. Marabout-limp, light, spider-charac- rounds of hers. I never saw more suffertered, engraved in Paris; and here ing, of various kinds, condensed into six mediævally-minded Mr. Pyxon has stamped hours. First, there is the consideration of


the route-by what line the greatest num- ""God bless her!' rapped out my wife. ber of calls could be got through in the The footman thought the ejaculation one least time, with the greatest economy of of pious affection. Under this impression ground. This settled with the driver, be- he might well look astonished. Had he gins the painful process itself, in Tyburnia understood the words in their true sense -let us say-or Belgravia, or the regions as an utterance of thankfulness that his around Bedford Square—if one dare own mistress was out of the way–he would, to acquaintances in that quarter,

probably, have said · Amen,' for Mrs. B.'s

hand is heavy on her household. I have ! Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.'

never joined my wife in a day of visiting“You reach No. 1 on your list: a pull always paying bills for lots of cards, and

penance since that morning. But I am at the check-string : ten to one the driver

the Brougham forms a serious item in our has overshot the door: he turns round :

quarterly accounts. descends: knocks: the door is opened :

“But after all it is not so much the •Mrs. Harris not at home'--of course : your

waste of money and time that irritates one cards are dropped : drive on to No. 2:

as the hollowness of the business. If these driver has a difficulty about the street:

lying pasteboards must be deposited, why this you discuss and finally settle with him

not dispatch them by post, like tradesthrough the front window: drive a hun

men's circulars? I hear that some fine dred yards : check-string again : knock:

ladies do send round their maids on this door opened: not at home : card dropped

I applaud them for it. I have as before : then on to No. 3 : and so the

serious thoughts of insisting on my wife's weary routine goes on from one o'clock

employing the crossing-sweeper-who does till six. Of course, there are episodes of

our confidential errands extraordinary--to peculiar dreariness. Sometimes Mrs. Har

deliver her cards. He is a most trustris is at home, and being at home, has

worthy man, and would be thankful neglected to say that she is not. If you

for the day's work, for which he might have rasbly asked the formal question,

be fitted out respectably in one of my old you must go in, and the pasteboard per

suits. formance is turned into the real penance of a bona fide call. Or your coachman is

“This groan, I feel, ought, by rights, to stupid, and keeps turning up wrong streets:

have come not from me, but from my wife. or cannot read, and invariably stops at the

It is the poor women, especially, who have to do this penance.

But we men suffer wrong numbers : or is obstinate, and has a theory of his own as to the order in which

from it in twenty ways, besides the direct the houses on your list are to be taken,

ones of money out of pocket, and a wife's and so forth.

time abstracted from home and home “The worst of all, as I have already

duties. The huge lie it embodies works said, is when the people called upon hap

all through society. This pasteboard pen to be at home. This chance has to be acquaintance invites and is invited. To faced at every house, and adds seriously

it I owe the splendid dullness of many to the day's unhappiness. I shall not soon

dinners every season--the heat and weariforget my wife's face of consternation ness of many crushes under the name of when, on dropping her cards at the address

drums, routs, concerts, and so forth--the of our dreary old friend, Mrs. Boreham, necessity of bowing and smiling to, and prowho is at once deaf, curious, and ill-na- fessing a sort of interest in the concerns of tured-the servant who took the cards,

hundreds of people I don't care a rap for. instead of shutting the door as usual, ad

Tnanks to it, in short, I perform an uncountvanced to the carriage--Good Gracious!'

ed number of journeys in that prison-van I exclaimed my wife, in a voice of dismay,

have already alluded to, in whose stilling She's at home!'

cells we most of us pass so much of our “Mrs. Boreham at home ? she inquired unhappy lives, on our way, self-condemned the next moment, with the blandest smile. that we are, to hard labor on the Social

“No, ma'am,' was the answer ; but Tread-mill. she told me to say, if you called, she was 6. When shall we have the courage to przt going to Brighton for a month.'

down this instrument of torture, as we have

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