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would have the law punish almost always when it is put in force.

Here are some instances of Wellington's peculiar coolness and presence of mind. Those hunting days, doubtless, kept all the nerves well strung, all the muscles well braced.

Lord Aylmer gave me two striking instances of Lord Wellington's coolness: one, when, in a French, he found a division of our men, under fog in the morning, as he was pursuing the Sir William Erskine, much exposed in advance, and nearly separated from the rest of the army, and the French in a village within a mile of where he was standing. He could see nothing.

Ir we cannot absolutely describe such a book as Mr. Larpent's "Journal" as a work of history, it is assuredly the next thing to it, for it supplies excellent materials of history. We do not know anything more serviceable to the historian than the Journals kept by intelligent English gentlemen attached to the army during an important period of a great cam-But on some prisoners being brought in, and paign. Mr. Larpent joined the head-quarters being asked what French division, and how many of Wellington's army in 1813. He was sent men, were in the village, they, to the dismay of out to fill the important office of judge-advo- every one except Wellington, said that the whole cate-general, and was necessarily brought into French army were there. All he said was, quite frequent communication with the great soldier coolly, "Oh! they are all there, are they? Well, at the head of that varied force. The "Jour-we must mind a little what we are about then.' nal," therefore, is thickly strewn with anec-d'Honore, and when we were waiting in our Another time, soon after the battle of Fuentes dotes of Wellington, very illustrative of the character both of the leader and the man, of his personal habits, and of his conduct in the trying circumstances which often surrounded him throughout the Peninsular campaign. A few of these little snatches of personal anecdote and description we have marked for insertion. There are frequent notices in the "Journal" of Wellington's hunting exploits. The Duke never was a good sportsinan, but we have an idea that something more than amusement was sought on those hunting days. Mr. Larpent says:

the siege of Almeyda, one morning suddenly and position near them to risk an attack, to protect early Lord Aylmer came in to him whilst he was shaving, to tell him the French were all off, and the last cavalry mounting to be gone; the consequence of which movement relieved him entirely, gave him Almeyda, and preserved Portugal. He only took the razor off for one moment, and said Ay, I thought they meant to be off- very well;" and then another shave, just as before, and not another word till he was dressed.

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The following is very delightful. It is characteristic both of poor Craufurd and the Duke.

I have heard a number of anecdotes of Gen

I find, however, it is said that he magnifies the French now and then; sees double as to the number of blue uniforms, and cannot Lord Wellington reads and looks into every-see all the scarlet; but I believe that most men thing. He hunts every other day almost, and in his situation do this more or less. then makes up for it by great diligence and instant decision on the intermediate days. He works until about four o'clock; and then, for an hour or two, parades with any one whom he wants to talk to up and down the little square of Frenada (amidst all the chattering Portu-eral Craufurd. He was very clever and knowguese) in his gray great-coat. ing in his profession, all admit, and led on his division on the day of his death in the most It may be doubted whether he would have gallant style; but Lord Wellington never knew got through so much work, and so well pre-what he would do. served the mens sana in corpore sano, but for remained across a river by himself—that is, those hunting days. Here is another bit of personal description. The idea suggested by Captain is not a pleasant one, for it indicates what is commonly a characteristic of a little mind. The judge-advocate's repudiation

of it is therefore a relief:

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He thinks and acts quite for himself; with me, if he thinks I am right, but not otherwise. I have not, however, found what Captain

told me I should, that Lord Wellington immediately determines against anything that is suggested to him. On the contrary, I think he is reasonable enough, only often a little hasty in ordering trials, when an acquittal must be the consequence. This, I think, does harm, as I

On one occasion he

only with his own division, nearly a whole day after he was called in by Lord Wellington. He said he knew he could defend his position. Wellington, when he came back, only said, "I am glad to see you safe, Craufurd."

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said, "Oh, I was in no danger, I assure you.' "But I was from your conduct," said Wellington. Upon which Craufurd observed, "He is crusty to-day!"'

The next, too, is very pleasant:

The day before yesterday, Lord Wellington ordered young Fitzclarence to go and bring up two Portuguese companies to the attack. He went. It was close by; but he was highly pleased with the order. When he had given the

instructions, he saw a cherry-tree, and went up to break a bough off and eat the cherries. When Lord Wellington lost his way the other night in the fog (returning to head-quarters), Fitzclarence told Lord Wellington he was sure the road was so-and-so, as they had passed the place where they found the two Portuguese companies. "How do you know that?" quoth Lord Wellington. By that cherry-tree, which I was up just afterwards," was the answer. It amused Lord Wellington much; and yesterday he called to him, with a very grave face, desiring him to go and get some of the cherries, as though it were an important order.

THE LADIES' BATTLE.

Ir is fortunate, just now, that the ocean divides the ladies of England from the ladies of America; for, if they were in closer contact, they might forget the touching theory too often violated in practice, that

Their little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.

Throwing stones is not a pretty pastime for the gentler sex; and we regret to find our favorite, the British female, engaged in peltingeven with philanthropic missiles-our fair been thrown at her, has certainly pitched it unfriend, the American lady, who, if the stone has

We have more than once heard the question discussed as to whether the Duke of Wel-commonly strong in casting it back again. Perlington was ever wounded in action. He was wounded at Orthes. Mr. Larpent says:

It was curious that Lord Wellington and General Alava were close together when struck, and both on the hip, but on different sides, and neither seriously injured, as the surgeon told me who dressed them. Lord W.'s was a bad bruise, and skin broken. I fear his riding so much since has rather made it of more consequence, but hope the two days' halt here will put him in the right way again, as all our prospects here would vanish with that man.

And, further on, the journal-writer gives these particulars. The anecdote is new and interesting:

haps there is much truth in what has been written by one to the other; but the very fact that there is a great deal to be said on both sides renders it advisable for females not to interfere, since, however much there may be to be said, it is certain that a great deal more will be said than necessary, if the female tongue has anything to do with it.

If our advice could be taken, we should recommend the parties to "make it up" at once; and if they would only consent to "kiss and be friends," as the operation cannot be performed in person, we should be most happy to accept

the proxy of the American ladies, empowering us to imprint on the lips of our fair countrywomen the kiss of peace from their sisters across the Atlantic. Should the arrangement be carried

I walked down to the bridge with Lord Wel-out, we shall take measures for issuing orders, lington yesterday, and found him limp a little; holder to the enviable privilege. payable at sight, which will entitle the female - Punch. and he said he was in rather more pain than usual, but it was nothing. At dinner, yesterday, he said he was laughing at General Alava having had a knock, and telling him it was all nonsense- that he was not hurt, &c., when he received this blow, and a worse one, on the same place himself. Alava said it was to punish him for laughing at him.

THE jubilee of the British and Foreign Bible Society has been commemorated this week. A large meeting composed of members of the various religious denominations, the Quakers being especially prominent, was held in Exeter Hall on Tuesday. The chair was occupied by Lord These anecdotes (and many more of the Shaftesbury; on his right sat the Rajah of same kind might be cited) very fairly indicate Coorg, in an Eastern dress, and the Duke of the nature of the pleasant contents of these Bishop of Winchester; and near these, the RevArgyll; on the left, the Earl of Carlisle and the interesting volumes. In one respect they erend Hugh Stowell, the Reverend Dr. Duff, and differ from all the journals of the Peninsular the Reverend Mr. James. From statements campaign which have come before us. Mr. made to the meeting it appears, that since the Larpent was a civilian. He writes as a civil- foundation of the society, fifty years ago, 8000 ian; and, to a certain extent, therefore, we branch societies have been instituted; the Scripsee the progress of the war from a novel point tures have been translated into 148 languages of view. The "Journal" was written merely and dialects, of which 121 had never before been for the perusal of private friends. Indeed, it printed; upwards of 43,000,000 copies had been comprises, we believe, a series of letters to the disseminated, among, it was computed, 600,writer's mother. There is therefore a literal,000,000 of the human race; of the languages inornate truthfulness about it, which brings all the daily incidents of the camp much more clearly before us than if the writer had designed a work of more elaborate construction, and had executed it in a more florid style. On the whole, we think it will be regarded as a very valuable contribution to the history of the Peninsular War.

wards of twenty-five had existed hitherto withinto which these copies had been rendered, upout an alphabet, and merely in an oral form. The sum subscribed amounted to upwards of 70001., and hopes were expressed that it would be run up to nearly 10,0001. There were two donations of 5001. each and three of 1000l. Ou Thursday a jubilee sermon was preached in St. Paul's, by the Archbishop of Canterbury. Spec.

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.-No. 468.-7 MAY, 1853.

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SHORT ARTICLES: Ancient and Medieval Kings-Application of a Curious Physiological Discovery, 340; Hunter's Experiments on Animal Grafting — Curious Calculations, 349; Our Savage Customs, 353; Fac-Similes of Old Books - Decimal Currency, 379.

NEW BOOKS: 340; 373.

FADELESS IS A LOVING HEART.

Thou shalt not rob me, thievish Time,
Of all my blessings, all my joy:
I have some jewels in my heart
Which thou art powerless to destroy.
SUNNY eyes may lose their brightness;
Nimble feet forget their lightness;
Pearly teeth may know decay;
Raven tresses turn to gray;
Cheeks be pale, and eyes be dim;
Faint the voice, and weak the limb;
But though youth and strength depart,
Fadeless is a loving heart.

Like the little mountain-flower,
Peeping forth in wintry hour,
When the summer's breath is filed,
And the gaudier flowerets dead;
So when outward charms are gone,
Brighter still doth blossom on,
Despite Time's destroying dart,
The gentle, kindly loving heart.
Wealth and talents will avail
When on life's rough sea we sail;
Yet the wealth may melt like snow,
And the wit no longer glow;

But more smooth we 'll find the sea,
And our course the fairer be,
If our pilot, when we start,
Be a kindly loving heart.

CCCCLXVIII. LIVING AGE. VOL. I.

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Ye in worldly wisdom old
Ye who bow the knee to gold,
Doth this earth as lovely seem
As it did in life's young dream,
Ere the world had crusted o'er,
Feelings good and pure before-
Ere ye sold at Mammon's mart
The best yearnings of the heart?

Grant me, Heaven, my earnest prayer -
Whether life of ease or care
Be the one to me assigned,
That each coming year may find
Loving thoughts and gentle words
Twined within my bosom's chords,
And that age may but impart
Riper freshness to my heart!

GOD BLESS YOU.

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"God bless you!" — kind, familiar words! Before my eyes the letters swim : For

thrilling nature's holiest chords My sight with fond regret grows dim. God bless you! closes up each page

Traced by the well-beloved of yore:
Whose letters still, from youth to age,
That fondly-anxious legend bore.
I heeded not, in earlier days,

The import of that yearning prayer:

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To me 't was but a kindly phrase,

Which household love might freely spare ;
But now that grief strange power affords,
In these love-hallowed scrolls I find
Those earnest, pleading, sacred words,
With all life's tenderness entwined!
Now thou art gone (ah! dark above

Thy gravestone floods the winter rain),
And all the old, sweet household love
Fades into memory's silent pain.
On earth for me no human heart
Again will breathe those words divine :
But, sainted soul! where'er thou art,
Thy angel-pleading still is mine.

ELIZA CRAVEN GREEN.

From Fraser's Magazine. ONE SWALLOW MAKES NO SUMMER." SNOWY blossoms deck the thorn, the birds are on the wing,

Freshly robed is Mother Earth to greet the joyous Spring;

Twining through the distant vale, the glancing stream is seen,

Like a thread of silver, in a garb of Lincoln

green.

Early flowers from out their leaves are peeping, one by one,

Grateful to the golden shower that falls athwart the sun;

Drifts upon the southern breeze the cloud of fleecy white,

'Gainst it, flitting darkly, see the swallow's circling flight;

Bid him welcome home, my child! that herald of the Spring;

Yet believe no single swallow summer's prime shall bring.

Often thus a gleam of hope the trust of youth deceives,

Often thus its fading ray the sanguine spirit grieves ;

Hours of gladness on our path steal ever and

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Look upon the garden-rose, that blooms so fresh and fair,

Shedding beauty on the sward, and fragrance on the air;

Choicest gifts of scent and hue doth Nature on her pour,

Peep within the leaves, a worm is crawling at the oore.

So for us may Wealth and Fame their choicest honors bear,

Still within the bosom lurks the canker-worm of care;

More we covet, more we grasp; yet craving, craving still

Feels the immortal soul a void the mortal cannot fill;

Ever striving, ever looking forward, life is past, All unmarked, till startled by the Autumn's warning blast,

Wildly, like the wakened dreamer, how we gaze

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unwished for, still unmourned, behold them come and go;

Earth is not thy resting-place, thy home is not below.

Ever through thy pilgrimage hold steadfast to the end,

Ever to the promised Heaven let thoughts and wishes tend;

So when death at last shall wrap thy frame in winter's gloom,

Spring eternal on thy soul shall dawn beyond the tomb.

From Chambers' Repository. WRITINGS OF T. B. MACAULAY.

The

lay is the son of Mr. Zackary Macaulay, formerly a West India merchant, and known in public life as the personal friend and coadjuMR. MACAULAY may be considered one of tor of the celebrated Wilberforce. For merthe most successful of modern authors; inas-cantile pursuits, the son does not appear to much as everything he has written has made have had any inclination; but in regard to an impression upon the public, and the popu- popular and political objects, he has inherited larity he enjoys is both extensive and substan- all the zeal, and perhaps more than the judgtial. It is also a popularity that is more ment, of his father. His education, we bethan usually well deserved. His contribu-lieve, was begun at home; efficiently advanced tions to literature belong to the departments under the Rev. Mr. Preston, at Shelford, of criticism, poetry, and history, and upon all in Cambridgeshire'; and subsequently comof them there is the stamp and seal of excel-pleted at Trinity College, Cambridge. He lence. Owing to the expensive form in which was entered at the latter in 1818, and, some his works have hitherto been published, we year later, took his bachelor's degree, in the suspect his readers have been restricted to the ordinary course. In 1819, he obtained the well-conditioned and more cultivated classes; chancellor's medal awarded to compositions but now that some of his most admired es- in English verse. Judging from what he has says are in the course of republication, in said in one of his reviews of prize-poems genthe shape of shilling pamphlets, he is likely erally, it would not seem that he afterwards to be introduced to a multitude of new ap- thought much of this distinction. Speaking preciators, and to acquire thus a large acces- in allusion to Sir Roger Newdigate's restricsion of reputation. For every one who reads tion of such a poem to fifty lines, he pleasMacaulay is sure to be delighted with him, antly commends the regulation : and will be almost certain to study and re- world, we believe, is pretty well agreed,” peruse his pages with increasing relish and says he, "in thinking that the shorter a satisfaction, until their whole interest and prize-poem is, the better." Mr. Macaulay, meaning become matter of familiarity. however, won considerably higher honors, and indeed gained the very highest, in classical departments, which the university could confer. After leaving college, he applied himself to the study of law, and was called to the bar in 1826. Whether he ever intended to practise is not known to us, but it seems likely that his principal object was to gain a more ready introduction into literary and public life. Be this as it may, it is certain that he began very early to apply himself to literature. He was one of the first and ablest among the contributors to Knight's Quarterly Magazine; and in due season gained access to the Edinburgh Review. The article on Milton - the first in the collection of his essays - appeared in that journal in 1827. It has sometimes been spoken of as a finely-finished and even splendid composition; but Macanlay himself has referred to it as being "overloaded with gaudy and ungraceful ornament.” "Written," says he, when the author was fresh from college, it contains scarcely a paragraph such as his matured judgment approves." It was, nevertheless, a performance of great vigor and promise, and instantly raised the writer to a distinguished elevation among his literary contemporaries. His subsequent contributions to the Edinburgh were

There is something of the universal genius in Macaulay. His versatility is great, his manner exceedingly attractive, and the speculations he most delights in are of general and abiding interest. He is possessed of all the endowments and accomplishments which command the attention and respect of nearly all varieties of intelligent and cultivated persons; his stores of learning and information are large and varied; the skill and facility with which he reproduces what he knows, give an air of ease and gracefulness to his writing, such as is seldom witnessed; and the light expertness and pointed vigor of his style are admirably calculated to produce an effective impression. He is a great popularizer of abstruse and recondite investigations. There is nothing he takes in hand that he does not succeed in making his reader comprehend; or, at any rate, the reader must be singularly obtuse and unintelligent if he fails in doing so. He has done much in the way of educating the tastes, the judgments, and the sympathies of his generation.

Before proceeding to an examination of our author's works, it will not be amiss to bring together such biographical particulars as we happen to possess. Thomas Babington Macau

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