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that name; while a popular and ridiculous tra- voyage; in a word, that such an episode should dition makes his birth to occur thirteen months be considered less an imagination of the poet after his father's death.
than a falsehood of the historian. Tarrey has followed this tradition in his his- Those of a contrary opinion can reply that tory of Louis XIV., in which truth, sense, and it is not only permitted to the poet to alter hisstyle, are equally wanting.
tory in those facts which are not principal 9 His confidant, Mornay, etc. Duplessis Mor- facis, but that it is impossible not to do so; nay, the most virtuous and influential of the that never in the world are events so disposed Protestant party, was born at Buy, November by chance as to make of them an epic poem 5, 1544. He was thoroughly master of the Lat- without any change; that there is no more in and Greek languages, and of the Hebrew, so cause for scruple in a poem than in a tragedy, far as it could be known, which at that time in which changes are carried to a far greater was wonderful in a gentleman. He served his extent; that if an author is too servilely atreligion and his king both by his sword and his tached to history, he will fall into the error of pen. It was he who was sent by Henry to Eliz- | Lucan, whose work is more like a gazette in abeth, Queen of England. He had no instruc- verse than a poem. To be sure, it would be tions but a blank with the royal signature. ridiculous to transpose the principal events, He succeeded almost in every negotiation, be- which depended on each other, - to place the cause he was a true politician and not an in- battle of Ivry before that of Coutras, or of St. triguer. His letters are said to be written with Bartholemew before that of the barricades; but much force and wisdom.
Henry may be made to pass secretly into EngWhen Henry IV. changed his religion, Mor- land, without this voyage, of which the Parinay severely reproached him, and left the court. sians are themselves supposed to be ignorant, He was called the Pope of the Huguenots.” changing in any wise the course of historical All that is suid of him in this poem accords events. These same readers, who are shocked with his character in history.
at his making a journey of a few leagues, The reason that induced the author to choose would not be surprised at his going to Guienne, Mornay was, that to him only belongs the char- which is four times as far. If Virgil brought acter of philosopher thus developed in Canto Æneas into Italy, who never went there; if he VIII. :
made him in love with Dido, who lived three
hundred years after him, we may, without “With courage undaunted, tho' to battle a foe, scruple, suppose an interview between Henry He looks death in the face, while he strikes not IV. and Queen Elizabeth, who held each other a blow."
in great esteem, and who had so great a desire And again in Canto VI. :-
to see each other. It will be said that Virgil
spoke of times very remote; that is true; but “His philosophy follows where his honor pre- those events, remote as they were in antiquity, cedes,
were well known. The Iliad and the history of Condemos war by his words, but supports by Carthage were as familiar to the Romans as the his deeds.';
most recent histories are to us; and it should
be permitted to a French poet to deceive the 10 And equally Pompey, etc. Julius Cæsar reader by a few leagues as for Virgil to deceive being in Epirus, in the city of Apollonia, at them by three hundred years. In short, this this day called Ceres, left it in secret, and em. mixture of fable with truth is acknowledged barkes on the little river Bulinn, then called and followed, not only in poems, but in all rothe Anius. He went alone, during the night, mances. They are filled with adventures which in a bark of twelve oars, to look for troops form no part of the history, but which is not that were in the kingdom of Naples. He ex. falsified by them. It is sufficient, to establish perienced a furious tempest. (See Plutarch).
this voyage of Henry into England, lo have 1 Where Westminster echoes, etc. It is at
taken advantage of a period when history has Westminster that the English Parliament as.
pot given him other occupations. It is certain, semble. It requires the vote of the Lords and then, that Henry, after the death of the Guises, Commons, and the king's assent to make laws. coulú have taken this voyage, which would oc
12 The lower the Conqueror, etc. The Tower cupy at most fourteen days, and might be acof London is an old castle, built near the complished in eight. Moreover, this episode is Thames by William the Conqueror.
the more probable, since Queen Elizabeth actu. 13 As a soldier, and not as ambassador, etc. ally sent over to Henry, six months afterwards, Those who object to this supposed voy ge of four thousand English. Further it may be reHenry IV. w Eugland may say that it does not marked, that Henry IV., the hero of this poem, seem right thus to mix falsehood with truth in is the only one who could give a correct history so recent a history; that those learı d in the of the French court, and Elizabeth the only one history of France will be shoc
who couid listen to it. In short, it is only üê.
cumstances giving rise to the first Sunday
school : By Minnie s, Davis.
Captain Dexter claims to be the only In the month of June, for the first surviving scholar of the first Sundaytime, I had the pleasure of meeting with school ever established in this country, him who is known through a wide circle which was gathered by Mr. Slater, the of friends by the affectionate title of first cotton-spinner in the United States,
Grandpa Dexter.” Many readers of in his private residence in Pawtucket, the Repository will know at once to whom R. I., September 15, 1799. The school I refer, and greet the name with joy, consisted of seven boys, operatives in the while strangers will doubtless feel obliged mill; and the library, at the beginning, for a brief sketch of one so worthy of comprised three spelling-books. These gratitude and honor.
boys, on a Sunday morning, were overThere is always difficulty and embar- heard by Mr. Slater in a discussion about rassment in speaking with due propriety of going half a mile to steal apples, in which the living; but when a player in life's project young Dexter could not join; and changeful drama steps aside forever from the employer invited them into his house, the theatre of action, it is easy to judge rebuking them for their evil intentions, of his merit and value ; for at the touch supplied them with fruit, and then and of death all disguises and embellishments there set up the Sunday-school flag, unbecome transparent, or vanish away. der whose folds now march some four milSometimes death tears off the royal pur- lions in our land. When a little boy, Dexple from earth's petted idols, or quite de- ter promised his mother that he would thrones them; again it crowns with glory never taste intoxicating liquors; and he and almost deifies some humble seeker now declares that a drop has never passed after pearls of wisdom or of love. his lips, nor a particle of tobacco ever
Yet there are lives so simple and con- defiled his breath. Up to this day, he is sistent, so directly in the line of duty a zealous laborer in and for Sundayand common sense that the blindest can schools, having missed but a single Sununderstand. There are happy ones, Heav- day (and that by illness) in nineteen en's own elect, I think, who taste frui- years. At the ripe age of seventy-seven tion even here; who behold the tiny years, he seems in perfect health, and seeds they have planted," watered, and scarcely knows what it is to be tired. nourished, grown to mighty trees whose Almost every day, tokens come to him of verdant, spreading branches droop heavily the blessed harvests which are gathered with fruit, a thousand times more precious in from his labors of love in former and fairer to the eye than the golden ap- years." ples of Hesperides.
It is difficult to realize that the SundayIn speaking of a life thus blest in pur- school dates from so recent a period, pose and fulfilment, feelings of delicacy when we find its branches all over our constrain me, and the consciousness that land, from the northern to the southern enthusiasm must be kept in check, lest limits, and from Atlantic's to Pacific's florid tinting mar the purity of the pic- shore. The children and youth of our ture. Thus humbly, yet feeling honored republic are gathered, for religious inby the privilege, I present "Grandpa struction, into magnificent temples, into Dexter " to the reader.
simple chapels, into public halls, into
one teacher, and a library consisting of interest has never flagged; he has used three Webster's Spelling-books! Look at unsparingly his time and talents, his inthat picture, and then at the institution fluence and wealth, for the upbuilding of as it appears to-day, and doubt, if you the Sunday-school. can, the progress and future perfect de- It was a pleasure to hear Mr. Dexter velopment of humanity.
relate, with glistening eyes, incidents of With my thoughts of “Grandpa Dex- his early labors, and to see his honestter," I had always associated the attri- hearted gladness in the present condition butes of age. I looked for the bowed of the Sunday-school. Though an ardent form, the silvery hair, the mild, dim eye. Universalist, Mr. Dexter is no selfish secI expected to hear a voice whose music tarist. In a nature like his, bigotry can was tremulous with weakness, and to be find no place to take root. hold a countenance in which every soft- Said he, “I have my own particular ened, shadowy line told of “passing Sunday-school, which I love, and work in ; away.” Imagine, then, my surprise and but I often visit those of other churches. pleasure at meeting the young, old I am interested in them all, of every deman.” “Grandpa Dexter” stood before nomination, and pray that they may prosme, erect and vigorous. I felt the grasp of per, they are such good things, you know ! his firm hand; I looked into his fresh Yes, I love 'em all. Why, even the countenance, and the light of his beaming Catholic children run after me in the eye fell warmly upon me; and his cheery street, and call me "Grandpa Dexter'! voice went to my very heart, for the and not long since, when I visited their words it uttered were the benediction of school, I was invited to speak to the a friend.
scholars. Such a thing is quite unheard This was “Grandpa Dexter,” young of, — a Protestant and a Universalist adwith his seventy-seven years upon his dressing a Catholic Sunday-school!” head, and seeming the very embodiment I remarked upon my surprise at seeing of happiness and good-will.
him look so young. He laughed pleasThat Mr. Dexter was a member of the antly, and related a little experience with first Sunday-school is itself of little evident relish. It was this: importance; but that fact, in connec- A man who had been in boyhood a tion with his course in life, has linked member of Mr. Dexter's Sunday-school, his name inseparably with the precious after long years' absence, returned to Sunday-school. As soon as he had ac- Pawtucket. He learned that his old quired the rudiments of an education, he benefactor was yet living, and went to see established a Sunday-school himself, and him. Grandpa Dexter” chanced to be taught the ignorant operatives reading, working in the grounds about his house. writing, and a little arithmetic. The The stranger approached and inquired for Sunday-school was, for quite a time, like Mr. Dexter. a common day-school, for the instruction “I am he,” said our friend. of the ignorant. As he advanced toward “Ah,” said the stranger, “but I wish manhood, his interest deepened, and he to see the old gentleman." more fully realized the vast importance I don't think you'll be apt to find an of the work of the Sunday-school. About older than I, by the name of Dexter,
By Mrs. Helen Rich.
About four years ago, Mr. Dexter and
THE ROSE-BUD. his life-companion celebrated their “Gol
(After the German.) den Wedding," - a rare privilege, which they both appreciated and fully enjoyed. Their children, grandchildren, kindred, A TINY bud, that blushing laid and friends were present, including all
Its cheek upon a soft brown braid, the clergymen of the place, and the Cath- Would whisper of a loving lip, olic Fathers.
And plead its honey-dew to sip. A few days after, Mr. Dexter met an
At length a trembling hand unbound old Irish woman in the street. “ Grand
The bud that shed such perfume round; pa Dexter," she said, “ye had a fine time
A sigh (ah! was it born of woe?)— at yur house the other day?”.
A kiss said “Little traitor, go !” 1. Yes." "Ye had a goldin weddin'?"
KING EYAMBA'S COACH. “Yes." i Father and Father
In his book on Western Africa, Mr. there ?"
Hutchinson gives a description of the " Yes, of course; I couldn't have a
Kalabar River. golden wedding without them.”
Up this stream, at Duketown, lived The old woman's face shone with an King Eyamba, in an iron house, consistecstasy of fervor as she cried, “ The Lord ing of two stories and an attic, manufacbless ye, Grandpa Dexter, and I'll pray tured in Liverpool, and erected upon for ye always ! "
mangrove posts about six feet high. That tells the story. Our friend has Eyamba had insisted upon having an a warm place in many hearts,
and English carriage; but horses being unyhy? Because his own great, kindly known in his country, the people were heart takes in its embrace the whole compelled to coin a new appellation, and brotherhood of man. Oh, this is a re
therefore styled them the white man's nown worth living and laboring for, - a
With admirable consistency, the place in grateful, loving hearts! What coach was next christened the white man's can dazzling Fame offer in comparison ? cow-house. Eyamba, however, having Hearts are immortal; but storied marble procured a wheeled vehicle, could not find is only dust.
a road in his kingdom; and therefore, Let us echo the Irish woman's prayer, having levelled a space of a few yards, - "God bless Grandpa Dexter ! May
was accustomed to have the carriage he live to see the institution he so loves drawn before him by a number of slaves, and cherishes magnified and perfected, whilst he walked after it, with his shinwith its largest promise more than fulfill- ing brass crown upon his head, and an ed. May he celebrate his diamond wed- immense party-colored parasol held aloft ding in honor and joy! And at last, at by a strong-armed man. This monarch last, when his spirit has gone to be a acquainted Mr. Hutchinson with his delearner in that upper school,
is where sire to see Wellington and Napoleon, Christ himself doth rule,” may his man- ' that he might show his pre-eminence tle fall upon some kindred soul. When over them. He was accustomed to sign his body reposes, still and calm, beneath himself, • King of all Black Men." We the emerald sod, may there ever be fresh have here a curious insight into indigeflowers upon his grave, placed there by nous African society.” the hands of little children!
The scholar is more encumbered by
the consciousness of what he lacks than God's work is freedom. Freedom is by the wealth of his acquisitions; and dear to his heart. He wishes to make the saint is so busy with what is yet reman's will free, and at the same time quired that he has little time to count wishes it to be pure, majestic, and holy. what has been achieved.
A SOLDIER'S FUNERAL,
we know it makes no difference to them
where the useless casket lies, since the By Mrs. E. L. S.
jewel has been transferred to the skies; It is the first warm, springlike day we we know that those who lived to weep have had this season, and the sunshine has felt all the pain of the loneliness and nequickened buds of promise into life with glect they cannot remedy. marvellous rapidity, and is especially We have heard of those whose hearts beautiful in its typical signification of bled with a deeper grief than over a nethe spring-time of the soul, after the win- glected grave. They, trammelled with a ter of death.
cruel creed, grieved over the soul; for They have buried him, a soldier, they could not believe the Good Father to me a nameless man, and the sun- good enough to accept their unregenershine lighted up the poplar box, draped ated sons. As though the fountains of with the stars and stripes of the old flag infinite love were not deep and wide he loved so well, with a tinting surpassing enough to accept all, and make the sinful the highest polish of the mahogany cas- pure! This love, or goodness, that is ket. It was well that God's beautiful down deep in the hearts of all his creasunshine glorified his last of earth! tures, is often choked up with the sins of
His comrades, his captain, and colonel, this world; but in the world to come, all attended his body to its last resting. there are no sins to hinder it from explace behind the little rude church. The panding and making the impure clean. solemn strains of the Dead March, the Would that all the grieving ones could reversed arms of his comrades, and the commit their soldiers to Christ's keeping, slow
pace of all, were all as respectful as who will suffer no greater ills to befail he or his friends could have wished. And them than are incidental to this life. Let no doubt his captain or coinrade will your tears flow to do honor to the heroic write to his mother, sister, or sweetheart, dead, who as surely die for their country to-night, of his sickness and death, and when in hospitals as though on the field that 46 every attention was shown him of battle under the enemy's guns. When while living, and to his memory when you distrust God's power and will to save dead.” And those grieving, sad ones will then, you doubt his goodness and disgather all the consolation to be desired honor them! Requiescat in pace, unfrom such assurances. But wasn't it known one! hard that, though buried with honors” in a grave to himself, while so many sleep in unknown heaps in the trenches, none Jesus Christ is the reflection of the of those dear ones were with him in his divine love. There is nothing tender in last sickness. to comfort his homesick him who blessed little children, — there is heart with the sight of a female face of nothing lovely in him who walked so his own kindred, or hold his wasted hand kindly among the sorrows and wrongs of as he crossed the shadowy path that leads humanity, — there is nothing that attracts from earth to heaven, so that with his us to the heart of him who sat at last sense of earthly touch might be one the marriage-feast in Cana, who min