No. 881.-20 April, 1861. CONTENTS. Correspondence: To Andrew Johnson, Senator from Tennessee, 1. An Only Son,. 2. Schamyl in Captivity, 3. Ocean Telegraphs, 4. How Dumas wrote "Monte Cristo," 5. Recollections of G. P. R. James, 6. My Adventure in Search of Garibaldi, 7. Seasons with the Sea-Horses, 8. Greatest of all the Plantagenets, 9. Froude's History of England, 10. Life of Mrs. Emily C. Judson, PAGE. 130 Dublin University Magazine, 131 Chambers's Journal, 152 POETRY.-The World's Last Hope, 192. Jack's Valentine, 192. Now, and Then, 192. viewed by a Slave, SHORT ARTICLES.-Recreations of a Country Parson, 151. An Angel upon Earth, 154. A new Vegetable Grease, 158. Edgar A. Poe, 158. Slavery as 158. Decimal Weights and Measures, 161. Naval Fashions, 161. from Pekin, 166. Early Carlylese, 170. Right Use of Books, 170. Jobs, 170. Dwellings for the Poor, 173. Vulgar Applause, 187. Bouligney, 187. NEW BOOKS. Mr. AUTOBIOGRAPHY, LETTERS, AND LITERARY REMAINS OF MRS. PIOZZI (Thrale). Edited with Notes and an introductory account of her Life and Writings. By A. Hayward, Esq., Q.C. Boston: Ticknor and Fields. THE SABLE CLOUD: a Southern Tale, with Northern Comments. By the author of "A Southside View of Slavery." Boston: Ticknor and Fields. THE NATIONAL CONTROVERSY; or, The Voice of the Fathers upon the State of the Country. By Joseph C. Stiles. New York: Rudd & Carleton.-Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee & Co. UNION, SLAVERY, SECESSION. A Letter from Governor R. R. Call, of Florida, to John S. Littell, of Pennsylvania. Philadelphia: C. Sherman & Son. THE SOUTH: a Letter from a Friend in the North. With special reference to the effect of Disunion upon Slavery. Philadelphia: C. Sherman & Son. THE FIVE COTTON STATES, AND NEW YORK; or, Remarks upon the Social and Economical Aspects of the Southern Political Crisis. THE FLAG OF OUR UNION. An Oration in Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania. By Robert Patterson Kane, Esq. Pottsville. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY LITTELL, SON, & CO., BOSTON. VIRGINIA TO THE NORTH. THUS speaks the sovereign Old Dominion FIRST. MOVE NOT A FINGER: 'tis coercion, SECOND. WAIT, till I make my full decision, THIRD. If I declare my ultimatum, ACCEPT MY TERMS, as I shall state 'em. FOURTH. THEN, I'll remain, while I'm inclined to, TO THE HON. ANDREW JOHNSON, SENATOR FROM TENNESSEE. THE spirit in which most of the speakers | in Virginia address the United States, is not unfairly exhibited in the epigrammatic verses, copied above from The New York Commercial Advertiser. How are we to know how far the virus of Calhounism has penetrated, unless we take some action against it? Let such a band of loyal men as I have suggested be formed in every State, and when they have ascertained their own strength let them call upon the Legislatures thereof, to "put the foot down firmly," proclaiming their adherence to "The Union and the Constitution." When we have thus ascertained what is sound, we can let the unsound go,-and proceed anew with the blessing of God, on our way to peace and renewed strength. How different is the attitude of the States which refused to call conventions! It is said that "the woman who deliberates is lost;" and every State which takes into consideration whether it will revolt or no, stains its own character in some degree. "Touch not, taste not, handle not the unclean thing." The people of the United States wait the progress of events with burning vexation, It seems a small thing, and yet it may be though willing to "let patience have her that a very great part of the success of the perfect work," and confidently trusting to doctrine of " State Sovereignty "—and its the administration. But we are anxious to descendant, Secession-has been, owing to be doing something ourselves, and can hardly our not having, in one word, a name for the bear entire inaction while the "confeder-nation like England, France, Spain. ates" are sending their emissaries to propa- I would propose as a name for the politigate treason in the Border States and Territories. To sit still is to allow them to take us at disadvantage. "When bad men conspire, good men should write.” Can we not organize a patriot band of brothers all over the country, whose fundamental principle shall be that our national government is one and indestructible, and that secession is only a new name for treason? How is it that the loyal men of Virginia and some other of the Southern States, speak with bated breath of the revolutionists; and when they would defeat Secession, feel obliged to set up some middle ground instead of the Constitution? All the while they speak in this tone they are drifting away from their duty, and making their hearers familiar with disloyalty. We are mortified at such contingent patriotism. cal brotherhood of private men-the title of Washington Republicans. Under this banner let us gather loyal men of every former denomination. Republicans, Democrats, Whigs, Union-men; holding no man obliged to give up his opinions upon the points which have formerly divided us; and pledged only to support our country as one perfect chrysolite" against the men who are endeavoring to break and destroy it. 66 Your voice in the Senate sounded like a trumpet of defiance to Treason, and it was paralyzed before you! Let us hear it again, brave and faithful Senator! Marshal the patriot hosts, and lead us to the rescue of our insulted nationality! E. LITTELL. Living Age Office, Boston, 3 April, 1861. From The Dublin University Magazine. AN ONLY SON. BY THE AUTHOR OF perhaps, he would, but for a saucy may-fly and a hungry swallow. The may-fly danced ARTIST AND CRAFTS- right in the line of aim; the swallow darted, snapped at and seized her. The gleam of the bird's glossy back dazzled Ned's eye too MAN." CHAPTER I. "CAPITAL! But it wasn't on a live boy's late to check the finger on the trigger. head, though?" "What odds if it had been ? " "All the odds in the world, Ned. Funk makes a fellow's hand shake." 'Stop a bit, then, and I'll try again with Tommy Wilmot. Here! Tommy! Tommy!" But when it was explained to Tommy, the gardener's son, that he was to stand blindfold whilst Master Locksley shot a bolt at an apple on his head, he manifested an unaccountable repugnance. In vain was he shown two apples spitted in succession by the marksman's skill: in vain was he made acquainted with the story of the gallant Switzer's boy in vain was an offer made to dispense with the brass ferule on the bolt. Then bribes were tried, a new sixpence and a bag of marbles. Then came hard words: "he was a muff;" "he was a monkey." Lastly, I am sorry to say, came threats, whereat he threw himself upon his back on the turf, kicking and screaming for "Mammy!" "Ugh! the little toad!" said both his tormentors, with the most ingenious indignation. "I have it, though," said the earl, after a pause. "Let's get Mrs. Locksley's big china jar out of the back drawing-room, stick it on a stool with the apple atop. Its no end of funky to shoot at.” It was indeed. Even Ned's recklessness quailed. "A nice boy you are," quoth his lordship; "risk Tommy Wilmot's life or eyes and funk the crockery! Well!" This was more than Ned could stand. Indoors he went, and brought out the jar in one hand, a tall stool in the other. On the lid squatted a grinning dragon with a smooth round pate. Thereon a pippin was then craftily poised, and the earl stepped off the distance at which they had been shooting before. Their weapon was a cross-bow, their bolt of wood tipped with a brass ferule. Ned took aim so steadily that his companion muttered, "He'll do it, now." So, Off went the head of the golden dragon of the dynasty of Ming. "O Ned, Ned, we've been and done it," was the earl's generous exclamation. "I've been and done it, not you, Phil! 99 was Ned's no less generous disclaimer. "I put you up to it and bullied you into it, so the mischief's mine as much as yours: and that I'll stick to. But talk of sticking, Ned, couldn't we stick the vile brute's head on again?" said Philip, transferring, as we all do sometimes, a share of his annoyance to the victim of his misdeed. "Perhaps we could," answered the marksman, ruefully. "It's a good job it wasn't Tommy's eye." "That's the provoking part of it; the obstinate little toad will think he was right to refuse. What are you going for now, Ned ?" 66 Only the cement bottle in mammy's cupboard." Very good cement it was; and, soon set hard, the Ming monster showed his grinders as well as ever. The ingenious earl bethought him of some gold shell in Ned's paint-box, and dapping therewith the line. of fracture made it almost disappear. "Repairs neatly done gratis for parties finding their own cement. The jar's as good as ever, Ned, put it away and there's an end of it." Not so, Ned's uncompromising honesty would not allow it. His father soon after came up the lawn where the boys were still lounging under the cedars. At his approach, Tommy Wilmot, who was hovering about, took to speedy flight. Who could say but some vague charge of complicity might affect and endanger him? The earl, who was peeling a willow wand, was rather startled at hearing Ned begin jar. It's a mercy it aint atoms, I can tell you. But I knocked the monster's head off with a cross-bolt." and the boys' half holiday; we could have "Accident or purpose, Ned? That makes you with the boys alone the first time." all the difference you know." “Well, I shot at it on purpose, but cut the dragon over by accident," and Ned's look drooped at remembering the wantonness of his exploit. "I haven't time to hear it out just now, Ned; you must tell me in my study after tea. Lady Cransdale wants you both up at the house. She told me to send you if I came across you; so be off at once." As they went along, Philip asked of the other, "Do you always tell him things straight out that way, Ned?" Old James, the head groom, touched his hat. "I'd better ride the old brown hunter, my lady, he's as steady as a house." No wonder that Lady Constance had both frame and face instinct with grace and beauty, for all she were as yet a wild slip of a girl. For she was daughter to that beautiful and stately mother, whose motherly beauty widowhood had saddened into a sweet serenity owning a special loveli ness. The children ran in at open windows on the ground floor. Lady Cransdale mounted "To be sure I do. Don't you tell Lady the terrace-steps. There was a marble vase Cransdale every thing?" "Well, I do sometimes. Constance does always. But I say, Ned, will there be much row about this vile beast of a griffin ?” "You're hard on the poor griffin, Phil. He didn't ask to be shot at, yet he didn't object, like Tommy." 66 upon the balustrade, with heavy handles. Clasping one of these with both her hands, she leant her cheek upon them, and looked out wistfully, first upon the landscape, then heavenward. "Ah, Philip dear," she sighed, “I wonder can you see the children now? Do you Well, but what will your father do to still halve the care of them with me?" you for breaking him ?” "Not knowing can't say. But if I catch it, it's a case of serve me right. The jar is mammy's and she'd have been monstrous sorry to have it smashed. Holloa! what's that? Your mother and Lady Constance on the walk, with the new pony! along, Phil, and bother the griffin till after tea!" Cut By and by the trample of skittish hoofs were heard upon the gravel. The boys looked up and bowed to her with chivalroug grace. Lady Constance cried, "See how I have him in hand, mamma!" But she was too prudent to look off Selim's ears as yet. The countess smiled to see them go,-a sweet smile and bright. She stood too high for any of them to have seen that its brightness sparkled through tear-drops. The precise details of Ned's confessional conference that evening with his father have not been handed down. The penance imposed included, apparently, satisfaction to Tommy Wilmot's injured feelings, for he laid out a bright sixpence next day in "candy-rock" and toffy, and was in possession of a bag of marbles envied by the whole village school. CHAPTER II. BARREN of its chief blessedness is the boyhood of him that has no mother. But Edward Locksley's boyhood had been blessed with almost a double mother-love. Lady Cransdale had more than half adopted him to sonship. There was hereditary bond of friendship and esteem between the house of Cranleigh and the Locksleys. The grandfathers of the two boys who played under the cedars had tightened it. They were brother soldiers in one regiment during the American War of Independence. Either had contracted close obligation to the other for life or liberty in the vicissitudes of that adventurous struggle. John, Earl of Cransdale, then Viscount Cransmere, left the army before the outbreak of the ensuing great continental wars. His friend, Edward Locksley, followed the profession of arms until the day of Corunna. There he fell, in command of a regiment of Light Infantry, under the eyes of his noble chief, doomed to death on the selfsame day. His brother soldier did more than a brother's part for his children. Young Robert Locksley, our Edward's father, owed, in great measure, to the earl the completion of his school career, his entrance at the university, and his early admission to a post of confidence and wealth. He had been now for years under the elder lord, and then under his son, the late Earl Philip, manager of the Cransdale estates, intimate counsellor and friend of all at Cransdale Park. "In his position, dear. How so? The Cransdale agency must be an excellent thing, I fancy." "Excellent, indeed; but still precarious. Any day a quarrel with the earl, you know, or with the guardians, should a life drop and a minority ensue, eh?" "Well, to be sure, I never thought of that. And, as you say, a quarrel or a change of dynasty: but Lucy Burkitt is Lucy Locksley now. A dear good little girl she always was, and I had a vast respect for her grandfather, the late archdeacon; and I shall drive over to the Lodge and call on Tuesday." And Mrs. Mapes, of Maperley, did call. So did Sir Henry and Lady Hebblethwaite. So did the Very Rev. the Dean of St. Ivo and his wife. So did some greater and some lesser personages than these, until the social position of the Locksleys was indisputably and most honorably defined. Their Edward was born in the same week as Lord Cransdale's heir, and both babies were christened on the same day. The earl, who stood godfather to little Ned, would say, laughingly, that he and Phil were twins, Earl Philip had been a statesman, and and often brought one on each arm to be had filled important offices abroad. "I could hardly have gone upon that Indian governorship," he used to say, "if I had not had Locksley to leave here in my place. But with him here, I believe the country gained by my turning absentee." Robert Locksley made a wise choice when he chose the old rector's daughter, Lucy Burkitt, to his wife. "Meek-hearted Lucy" was her distinctive title in her own family. She was pretty; she was gentle; she was tender; a true helpmeet for him every way. Knowing, for instance, better than he could, all the folk on the estates, among whom she was born and bred. Gently born and gently bred, moreover; for she was county-family, too, and the dames of the loftiest county magnates need not disown her. "What a comfort," said Lady Hebblethwaite, at the manor-house, Sir Henry's wife, to Mrs. Mapes, of Maperley, "to have the old archdeacon's granddaughter at the Lodge, at Cransdale. The Locksleys, too, were always gentle folk, and the late colonel a distinguished soldier. But I had my fears lest Robert, in his peculiar position, might look us out some vulgar rich woman." nursed as such by his countess. Lady Constance, in the full dignity of some two years' seniority, called them both "ickle baby brothers." She herself had first seen the light in the Government House of an Indian presidency, whence a change of Cabinet at home recalled her parents some months before the birth of Philip. Edward Locksley proved to be an only child, so the earl insisted upon his being playmate with his own children. One governess taught the three at first; later, there was one tutor for the two boys. 66 Kate," said the earl, some time before his death, "Kate, let the boys grow up together. Philip will want a brother. Locksley will make a man of his own boy if any father can. And if they grow up as brothers, he will be a kind of father, of course, to poor Phil. You are a woman of women, Katy dear; but a boy wants a man's hold over him." Her dying husband's wish became to her a sacred law. The Lodge, as the Locksleys' dwelling-place was called, stood not far from the great house, and within the precincts of its park, The boys had rooms |