the army. The house of Hohenzollern have no such party to lean on. Their lower officers will fight for them, it is true; but so impatient are they of a change, that they will also fight against them. The policy of the Court of Berlin is selfish in the extreme. Half a century of that policy has not been lost upon the people; it has made them selfish. The Prussian national defences, though perfect in their kind, can, under existing circumstances, only serve to intimidate. The Court of Berlin has, on the strength of them, a voice in the Council of Kings; its representatives seem to hold a heavy weight, which they may drop into any scale. But this is seeming, and seeming only. The Prussian armies, though ready to shed their blood in the real defence of their country, will be found on trial to be very backward to promote a policy, from which they can expect no good result for themselves, or to defend the throne of a king whom the natives of the Duchies of Cleve, Iulich, Berg, of Westfalia, and of Posen, consider almost as much a foreigner as the King of France. The intrigue, which, according to documents published by Louis Blanc, was being hatched between the Emperor of Russia and the King of France, Charles X., may appear improbable in our days; but it is not impossible. The Courts of Petersburg and Paris had almost agreed on a plan of dividing Prussia in the manner in which Poland had been divided. Russia was to have the Polish and France the Rhenish provinces of Prussia, while Austria was to come in for Silesia. A project of this kind would find the King of Prussia entirely helpless. It is a great question whether the Landwehr of those provinces would risk their lives and property in the cause of a king, who has not realized one of the hopes that were founded upon his accession to the throne. They would remember the old fable of the donkey and its master. But even if they would fight, they would have formidable odds against them, from their being unaccustomed to real matter-of-fact war. A peace of thirty-three years' duration has left Prussia but a few veteran officers who have actually seen a field of battle. Even they have half forgotten what they then did learn. The wars of 1813 to 1815 - the wars of liberation, as they were called at the time, were never great favorites with the kings of Prussia. A pledge was then given, which has since been violated. The old warriors of Leipsig and Waterloo, the men who fought under Gneisenau and Blücher, have been left to starve on miserable pensions. But few of them remain, and those few are not fit for Almost all other nations of Europe have war. Louis Blanc: Histoire de Dix Ans, Vol. I. regiments and armies that have braved the dangers, and know the vicissitudes of battles. England had her Chinese and Indian wars; France had Algiers, and Russia the Balkan and the Caucasus. Prussia alone has an army that has seen no fire, that has had none but prepared bivouacs; an army, whose knowledge of dangers is confined to the casualties of a parade, and whose skill has only been tested by grand reviews. Her soldiers are men of peace; her veterans have grown hectic over the desks of village courts, or their limbs have got cramped by the hard seat of a diligence. On a fine summer's afternoon in 1843, I was a passenger in the diligence between Elberfeld and Hückeswagen. As the carriage was slowly proceeding up the mountain, at whose foot the town of Elberfeld is situated, I heard the report of small cannon from the valley below. "What does this mean?" "They are firing cannon," said the guard, who was sitting by my side; "it is the anniversary of the battle of Waterloo; the more fools they!" He was a fine old man, with snow-white hair. He had a deep scar on his forehead; one of his arms was lame. He wore three orders on his rough blue coat. "You have been in the wars, conducteur?” "I have. I fought from 1807 till 1814. I was of the King's own Hussars; a fine regiment, sir! I have four wounds on my body; the last was a ball, which broke my arm." "But you are a bad Prussian, conducteur. You say the patriots down there, are fools!" "Damn Prussia, sir! But no! I will not curse my country! May God pardon those who make an old man curse on the very day he received his last wound! But they are fools, sir, with their firing. What has the battle of Waterloo done for them! What has it done for us, who fought in that long and cruel war? Here I am, a broken cripple; here I am in my carriage, going my stages, summer and winter, day and night; week-days and Sundays. There is no rest, no sleep, hardly any bread to eat! Could they not spare some gold from the spoils of Napoleon, to feed the invalids who rescued the Prussian crown by their blood and their limbs? Fools! fools! are they who rejoice on this day!" The old man's face was as pale as death, and his thin body trembled with the violence of his passion. He was right; there was no food, no rest, no sleep for him! I have often thought of that Prussian veteran. `Poor old man, he is now at rest!— Douglas Jerrold's Magazine. LOUIS PHILIPPE. It is not a light joy, such as can express itself in vain talk, in bluster, mockery, and "tremendous cheers;" it is a stern, almost sacred joy, that the late news from Paris excite in earnest men. For a long, melancholy series of years past, there has been no event at all to excite in earnest men much other than weariness and disgust. To France least of all had we been looking, of late, for tidings that could elevate or cheer us. Nor is the present terrible occurrence properly great or joyful, as we say it is very sad rather; sad as death, and human misery and sin; yet with a radiance in it like that of stars; sternly beautiful, symbolic of immortality and eternity! | genuine and worthy round him (which existed, too, though wide-scattered, and in modest seclusion rather than flagrant on the house-tops); not by heroic appeal to this, but by easy appeal to what was bad and false and sordid, and to that only, has he endeavoured to reign. What noble thing achieved by him, what noble man called forth into beneficent activity by him, can Louis Philippe look back upon? None. His management has been a cunningly-devised system of iniquity in all its basest shapes. Bribery has flourished; scandalous corruption, till the air was thick with it, and the hearts of men sick. Paltry rhetoricians, parliamentary tonguefencers; mean jobbers, intriguers; every serviceablest form of human greed and low-mind For the poor French people, who by their blood and agony bore him to that high place, what did he accomplish? Penal repression into silence; that, and too literally nothing more. To arm the sordid cupidities of one class against the bitter unreasonable necessities of the other, and to leave it so, he saw no other method. His position was indeed difficult; but he should have called for help from Above, not from Below! Sophist Guizot, Sham-King Louis Philippe, and the host of quacks, of obscene spectral night-edness has this "source of honor" patronised. mares under which France lay writhing, are fled. Burst are the stony jaws of that enchanted, accursed living-tomb; rent suddenly are the leaden wrappages and cerements; from amid the noisome clam and darkness of the grave, bursts forth, thunder-clad, a soul that was not dead, that cannot die! Courage; the righteous gods do still rule this earth. A divine Nemesis, hidden from the base and foolish, known always to the wise and noble, tracks unerringly the footsteps of the evil-doer; who is Nature's own enemy, and the enemy of her eternal laws, whom she cannot pardon. Him no force of policy, or most dexterous contrivance and vulpine energy and faculty, will save: into his own pit he, at last, does assuredly fall, sometimes, as now, in the sight and to the wonder of all men. Alas, in his wide roamings through the world, - and few have had a wider ramble than this man, — he had failed to discover the secret of the world, after all. If this universe be indeed a huge swindle? In that case, supreme swindler will mean sovereign ruler; in that case, — but not in the other! Poor Louis Philippe; his Spanish marriages had just prospered with him, to the disgust of all honorable hearts; in his Spanish marriages he felt that he had at length achieved the topstone which consolidated all, and made the Louis Philippe system (cemented by such bribery mortar, bound by such diplomatic tie-beams) a miracle of architecture, when the solid earth (impatient of such edifices) gave way, and the Eumenides rose, and all was blazing in Alas, that any king, or man, should need to have this oldest truth, older than the world itself, made new to him again, and asserted to be no fable or hearsay, but a very truth and fact, in this frightful manner! To the French nation and their kings it has been very impressively taught, under many forms, by most expensive courses of experiment, for sixty years back; and they, it appears, and we, still require new les-surrection and delirium; and Louis Philippe sons upon it. "drove off in a brougham," or coucou streetcab, "through the barrier of Passy," — towards Night and an avenging doom. Egalité Fils, after a long painful life-voyage, has ended no better than Egalité Père did. It is a tragedy equal to that of the sons of Atreus. Louis Philippe one could pity as well as blame, were not all one's pity concentrated upon the millions who have suffered by his sins. On the French people's side, too, is it not tragical? These wild men in blouses, with their faces and their hearts all blazing in celestial and infernal lightning, with their barricades up, and their fusils in their hands, they are now the grandsons of the Bastillers of '89 and the Septemberers of '92; the fathers fought in 1830, they in 1848 are still fighting. To the third generations it has been bequeathed by the second and the first; by the third generation the immense problem, still to solve, is not deserted, is duly taken up. They also protest, with their heart's blood, against a universe of lies; and say audibly as with the voice of whirlwinds, "In the name of all the gods, we will not have it so! We will die rather; we and our sons and grandsons, as our fathers and grandfathers have done. Take thought of it, therefore, what our first transcendent French Revolution did mean; for your own sake and for ours, take thought, and discover it, and accomplish it, for accomplished it shall and must be, and peace or rest is not in the world till then!" "The throne was carried out by armed men in blouses; was dragged along the streets and at last smashed into small pieces," say the Journals. Into small pieces: let it be elaborately broken, pains be taken that of it there remain nothing:"Begone, thou wretched upholstery phantasm; descend thou to the abysses, to the cesspools, spurned of all men; thou art not the thing we required to heal us of our unbearable miseries; not thou, it must be something other than thou!" So ends the "Throne of the Barricades;" and so it right well deserved to end. Thrones founded on iniquity, on hypocrisy, and the appeal to human baseness, cannot end otherwise. When Napoleon, the armed Soldier of Democracy, as he has been called,-who at one time had discerned well that lies were unbelievable, that nations and persons ought to strip themselves of lies, that it was better even to go bare than "clothed with curses" by way of garment; — when Napoleon, drunk with more victory than he could carry, was about deserting this true faith, and attaching himself to Popes and Kaisers, and other entities of the chimerical kind; and in particular had made an immense explosion of magnificence at Notre-Dame, to celebrate his Concordat ("the cow-pox of relig‐ ion," la vaccine de la religion, as he himself privately named it), he said to Augereau, the Fencing-master who had become Field-Marshal, “ Is it not magnificent?" "Yes, very much so,” answered Augereau: "to complete it, there wanted only some shadow of the half million men who have been shot dead to put an end to all that." "All fictions are now ended," said M. Lamartine at the Hotel de Ville. May the gods grant it. Something other and better, for the French and for us, might then try, were it but afar off, to begin! - Examiner. COLLECTANEA. LANDOR'S DEDICATION OF HIS "HELLENICS" before us? If we take the best of rulers under TO POPE PIUS IX. Never until now, most holy father! did I hope or desire to offer my homage to any potentate on earth; and now I offer it only to the highest of them all. There was a time when the cultivators of literature were permitted and expected to bring the fruit of their labor to the Vatican. Not only was incense welcome there, but even the humblest produce of the poorest soil. Verbenam, pueri, ponite thuraque. If those better days are returning, without what was bad or exceptionable in them, the glory is due entirely to your holiness. You have restored to Italy hope and happiness; to the rest of the world hope only. But a single word from your prophetic lips, a single motion of your earthembracing arm, will overturn the firmest seats of iniquity and oppression. The word must be spoken; the arm must wave. What do we see, our survey, we find selfishness and frivolity: if we extend the view, ingratitude, disregard of honor, contempt of honesty, breach of promises: one step yet beyond, and there is cold-blooded idiocy, stabbing the nobles at home, spurning the people everywhere, and voiding its corrosive slaver in the fair face of Italy. It is better to look no farther, else our eyes must be riveted on frozen seas of blood superfused with blood fresh flowing. The same ferocious animal leaves the impression of its broad and heavy foot on the snow of the Arctic circle and of the Caucasus. And is this indeed all that Europe has brought forth, after such long and painful throes? Has she endured her Murats, her Robespierres, her Buonapartes, for this? God inflicted on the latter of these wretches his two greatest curses: uncontrolled power and perverted intellect; and they were twisted together to make a scourge for a nation which revelled in every crime, but above all in cruelty. It was insufficient. She is now undergoing from a weaker hand a more ignominious punishment, pursued by the derision of Europe. To save her honor, she pretended to admire the courage that decimated her children to save her honor, she now pretends to admire the wisdom that imprisons them. Cunning is not wisdom; prevarication is not policy; and (novel as the notion is, it is equally true) armies are not strength: Acre and Waterloo show it, and the flames of the Kremlin and the solitudes of Fontainebleau. One honest man, one wise man, one peaceful man, commands a hundred millions, without a baton and without a charger. He wants no fortress to protect him: he stands higher than any citadel can raise him, brightly conspicuous to the most distant nations, God's servant by election, God's image by beWalter Savage Landor. neficence. The celebrated collection of coins universally known as the Pembroke collection (formed early in the last century by the Earl of Pembroke), has been announced for sale. It contains many very rare coins, Greek, Roman, and English, most of them in beautiful preservation. Many of these are much wanted by the British Museum, who had intended to purchase largely, and especially to obtain a splendid silver coin of Tryphon, of which but three are known. It is however with great surprise we hear a report that the Museum trustees have declined to apply for the necessary funds to obtain these much wanted objects of art. The whole of the Continent and of English collectors will be purchasers. Thus, for a few paltry hundred pounds, we are in danger of losing these valuable curiosities of art. It would be, upon a smaller scale, the old contemptible economy which dispersed the drawings of Sir Thomas Lawrence, and disgraced the nation in the eyes of the connoisseurs of Europe. We have since been too willing to give for a miserable fragment of these drawings what at one time would have purchased the whole wonderful collection. In relation to coins it is to be remembered, that it is not simply as objects of art they possess value, but as materials of history. They are indications of date, titles, places, the state of arts, the weight and purity of metal, and are indeed as necessary to the historian as the rarest contemporary records. We do trust that the trustees of the British Museum will be induced to reconsider their determination. SHORT REVIEWS AND NOTICES. A HAND-BOOK OF THE HISTORY OF THE SPANISH AND FRENCH SCHOOLS OF PAINTING. By SIR EDMUND HEAD, Bart. Murray. This very agreeable little volume is intended as a sequel to Kugler's Hand-books of Painting, from which not alone the Spanish but the French and English schools are excluded (treated so summarily, that is, as to be tantamount to exclusion). Sir Edmund Head is versed in the best book authorities, has a good personal acquaintance with the Spanish masters, and understands the art. His volume is an excellent supplement to Ford's Hand-Book of Spain, completing, in a very essential particular, that very masterly book. His notices of the French school are carefully compiled from good writers, though they have fewer marks of personal relish and observation in them. Sir Edmund cares as little for Watteau, it is clear, as for David; but as a historical sketch of French Art, this part of the book is striking and full of interest. Altogether we can heartily recommend Sir Edmund Head's labors to the lover, and, let us add, to the purchaser of pictures. So little progress has the practical knowledge of Spanish art made in this country hitherto, that last year at Christie's, in the height of the season, an undoubted Velasquez fetched thirteen guineas, all the dealers in London being assembled in the room! We could not give a better proof of how much such a book as this was wanted. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME: WITH "IVRY" AND "THE ARMADA." BY THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY. New edition. Longman and Co. We rejoice to welcome another and cheaper edition of Mr. Macaulay's spirited Lays. Two earlier fragments in a similar style of ballad composition, not unfamiliar to Mr. Macaulay's admirers, are also for the first time appended. They have the eager flow of verse, the animation and power of thought, the resistless grasp on the reader's fancy and attention, which distinguished the Lays. Both have the "sound of the trumpet." Yet it admits of doubt whether Ivry and The Armada are properly introduced here. Horatius Cocles and Henry of Navarre, though both of heroic stuff, are of somewhat incongruous texture; and the armada watch-fires would better have lighted up a new volume of more modern Lays. But we might have had long to wait for this, and so the objection is a churlish one. Very few readers will join in it, we dare say. They will accept what Mr. Macaulay gives them, and be thankful. Cours d'Horticulture; par A. Poiteau. Tom. I. Paris, 1847. $1. Histoire de l'Eglise Vaudoise depuis son origine et des Vaudois du Piémont jusqu'à nos jours; par Ant. Monastier. 2 Vols. Paris, $2.50. Etudes historiques sur le célibat ecclesiastique et sur la confession sacramentelle contre les nouvelles attaques de l'hérésie et de la philosophie, par l'abbé Pernet. Paris, $1.50. De la destination des pyramides d'Egypte, par M. Fél. Bogaerts. Anvers. Histoire de Thucydide. Trad. du grec. par Levesque. 2 Vols. Paris, $1.50. 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New Developments in Household Art, France and the Revolution of 1830, COLLECTANEA. A Warning from Egypt, Walter Savage Landor, Examiner, Landor's Dedication of His "Hellenics" Literary and Scientific Intelligence,- Short Reviews and Notices, The Daguerreotype is published semi-monthly, for the Proprietors, by Tappan, Whittemore & Mason, Booksellers and Publishers, No. 114 Washington street, Boston, to whom orders for the work may be sent, and by whom they will receive prompt attention. To agents who will interest themselves in extending the circulation of the work, liberal commissions will be given. |