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not say but, all things considered, Jess looking up in the purple gloom at the quiet might not count on her tea trays forbye. little house and the neighbouring kirk and Jess and the minister hied home to Clov-kirkyard, on which the morning would soon enford, well supported. They had the will- dawn in mid-summer gladness, where her ing convoy of both the young men Sandy light should have shone, and she would have to remain for a month's holidays. He was to liked well to have seen the two lads and the inaugurate his picture, and be a witness lass come home, and to have got her picture to all the parish coming to see and admire by her son's hand, though she had behoved it, and to the minister never tired of showing to admit for once that I had been in the it off till he succeeded in discovering subtle wrong. But who says she's blind? She touches which the painter had never laid on. has gone where faith is sight, and where My hand is closed on my spectacles. Jess they know the end from the beginning, and is bringing in the eggs. She is copying a she has her share of the knowledge. I warleaf from her rose-tree in her work. She rant she sees farther than any of us- - to havhad the first China rose in Clovenford, and ing us all round her again, and her, bonnie she was very ingenious. It is from his Jean Clephane, restored to immortal youth. I mother he takes his talent.' cannot rightly understand how the lass and the wife and mother, can be one and the same; but I am sure it shall be, and that will be perfection. And oh! Jean, woman, when I've sorted and settled the bairns, and done something more for my Master, I will be blythe to go home to my old friend and my young wife.'

But beforehand, when Mr. Stewart and the young people returned late in the summer night to Clovenford, and the latter delayed for a moment at the manse gate to take leave of Birkholm and enter into an appointment with him for the next day, the minister walked up the garden path alone to the door. It is all dark,' he thought,

NOT A BAD HIT AT THE YANKEES.. Rhodes a statue which strided from Nantucket THE Petersburg (Va.) Index, stirred up by to Martha's Vineyard; that Plymouth Rock is the observation that Samuel Adams had a all that is left of the Tower of Babel, and the larger share than Thomas Jefferson in bring- Connecticut River ran through Paradise; that ing on the Revolution, indulges in the follow- Stonington is the sight of Tyre, and Merrimac fast-colors the dies that made that city famous; ing strain of irony, which has the element that the old Temple of Diana at Ephesus was of fun in it an ingredient not often found not burned, but is now Faneuil Hall, and that in Southern outbreaks against the North. Herodotus and Wendell Phillips were the same If the Index will always be as amusing the persons; that the fable of Romulus and his most bigoted descendant of the Puritans will brother being suckled by a wolf (lupus) arose say to it, "Fire away my good fellow. Give from the circumstance that their mother was the us more of the same sort."-Transcript. first Vermonter who looped her dresses; that Mercury was the ancient name of Ben Butler's Our private opinion and belief is that there family, and that like everything else in New are authentic documents now in the library of England, the family had gone on perfecting itYale College- -or they will be there when needed self from the start; that the sun shines six -to prove that Bunker Hill Monument marks hours per diem more on that favored spot than the sight of Babylon the Mighty; that Carthage on any other between the poles; and that Noah's was no more nor less than Portland; Ostrium, family were so much elated at an alliance with Nahant; and Boston, in fact, Athens; that Ho- the Websters of Massachusetts that they got up mer was Professor of Belles-Lettres at Harvard, a dictionary to commemorate that fact; that and Patinorus a member of the Cambridge Yacht St. Patrick was Head-Centre of a Fenian circle Club; that Priscian taught a grammar school at in Bangor, and St. Andrew kept a distillery in Montpelier, and Archimedes was a private tutor Lowell; and finally that the milleniun will beof chemistry in Concord; that St. Peter was a gin in Boston, and will not be allowed to extend Cape Cod fisherman, and St. Matthew a collec- beyond its limits except by a two-thirds vote of ter of the internal revenue at Stonington; that the tax-payers of that heavenly city, excluding Phidias owned a brownstone quarry in Maine, all who have at any time in their most secret and Socrates founded the Atlantic Monthly; thoughts expressed a doubt of the propriety of that the Academia was the walk under the yew hanging Jeff. Davis and General Lee on a sour trees at New Haven, and the Colossus of apple tree.

From Blackwood's Magazine.

CORNELIUS O'DOWD UPON FRANCE, MEX

ICO, AND THE UNITED STATES.

He is not in Mexico to enforce any claims of his own. The Mexicans owed him nothing. As to the farce of being chosen by the nation, of all the exploded humbugs of this age of humbugs the "Plebiscite" is the shabbiest. King George of Greece was the elect of the Greeks! Just as little did the Archduke want Mexico, but this crafty Emperor induced him to go over and try his fortune.

I HAD got at it is not necessary to say how the whole initial roguery of the expedition, and what led the French Government in the first instance to embark on the scheme, and by what means England and Spain got timely information of the extent to which they had been jockeyed, and what led to their withdrawal. How a stockbroking raid led to the establishment of an empire, the Archduke Maximilian being placed on "the direction," as City folk say, just as bubble companies secure a lord, would make an amusing story; and there is just enough I remember once hearing on the wild of feminine influence throughout to give hills of Donegal, where the Scotch element the narrative the true three-volume gusto. is as strong in the people as in Argyleshire, How the despatch of troops was graduated a story of a revenue officer who, strolling to rig the market, and the whole campaign carelessly through the mountains, came upon suited to the exigencies of the "shares," a little shealing with an illicit still at full would astonish those small speculators whose devices have never soared beyond a false telegram and a lying despatch.

The Yankees just then had their hands full. They had fully as much fighting to do as was good for them, and so all they said. was, "Wait a while. There's a considerable reckoning to be settled when we shall have a little leisure score that item amongst the rest."

work. He had barely time to look around through the empty dwelling, where casks of the forbidden spirit were ranged about, and bethink him of the dangerous position he was in, when a tall, gaunt, semi-nak

presented himself at the door. "Did any one see ye come in?" asked he calmly. "No," said the gauger, with the eagerness of a man anxious to give a gratifying assurance -"no." "Then nobody shall see ye go out!" was the terrible rejoinder.

There is, one must own, something grand in the notion of importing the pomp and circumstance of glorious war into the Stocked figure, with an old cutlass in his hand, Exchange, and "Bearing" the market with a battalion of infantry. Such was the origin of this Mexican affair. A number of imperial followers had been speculating in that precarious land. They had taken largely to Mexicans not meaning thereby to the interesting natives of that country, but to the " scrip so called. They were sufficiently powerful to induce the Government to press their claims, and when ultimately refused satisfaction, to issue what we would in Ireland call a "distress warrant." Off they went with a strong party to enforce this, and enforce it they did, pretty much, too, as if the scene were Ireland!

There was a great row, a number of people hurt, and an amount of property destroyed that would have paid the French claims ten times over; but as this is always the consequence of "taking the law," nobody minded it. It was necessary, however, for the due fulfilment of the demands of France, that measures should be taken with regard to the future; that is, some species of authority-something that looked legal -must be established in the land, to recover accruing liabilities. To this end the Emperor sent over the Austrian Archduke, and settled him there as the MAN IN POS

SESSION.

This is exactly and precisely what he represents. He is the "man in possession."

This is what the Mexican affair is probably coming to. It would be easy enough for an old dynasty, a time-honoured Government, to retrace its steps, and actually make confession of a mistaken policy. If it suited Austrian policy to relinquish Venetia to-morrow, she could retire without the most minute stain upon her honour. There is not in all Europe probably one who would dare to ascribe the step to unworthy or discreditable motives. If Prussia, or rather M. Bismarck, were to disgorge the duchies of Schleswig-Holstein, and express contrition for an unjust act of spoliation, people would begin to think the better of Prussia. The question however is, Can Louis Napoleon afford this? The policy of an adventurer has this hard condition attached to it, it must never be wrong. The adventurer is like the unlicensed practitioner: when his patient dies he can be tried for manslaughter.

Nalla vestigia retrorsum " is the motto Over the Tuileries, so long as the wolf lives there. His hold upon the French people is, that since he has been at their head they have bullied Europe. From the helpless insigni

is limited to the fact-here at last the great bully of Europe has met his match! Here is a young athletic daring fellow ready to go into the ring with that finished pugilist that none of us have courage to fight, and who, even with the gloves on, doubles us up in a fashion far from agreeable.

ficance of the position they occupied under cannot submit to; my whole consideration Louis Philippe, they have risen to be the first power of the world. Part of this they have acquired by hard knocks, and a large part by mere menace. Frenchmen will forgive a great deal to him who makes them formidable to every other people. It was only when the prestige of the first Napoleon began to decline in this respect that men fell off in their allegiance to him. You may curtail liberty in France, hamper daily life with restrictive laws, and tie down enterprise by enactments; you may torture trade with petty regulations, and reduce the press to insignificance. All these will be borne so long as Frenchmen feel that they are the terror of Europe, and that there is not a Cabinet on the Continent that does not tremble at their name.

An insult to this sentiment is what they will not bear, and woe to him who would expose them to it! The question then is, Can the Emperor retire from Mexico without incurring this stain? I do not think that in the present case the Americans will employ any unnecessary or unseemly rudeness. They will treat France with a deference they would not accord to us. I make no complaint of that; I even see a certain fairness in it. They will not, in all probability, be very exacting as to the day or the hour, but yet, with Yankee tenacity, I think I hear them saying, "Yes, sir, you've got to go. Yes, sir, that's a fact."

America dares to hold language to France that all Europe combined would not utter. There's no denying it; there's no qualifying it. If we had a Continental coalition to-morrow, we could not venture to say what America has just said. What Minister of Russia, or England, or Austria would say to the French Emperor. "We were thinking of something else when you slipped into Savoy and Nice the other day; now that our hands are free, you'll have to go back again." We are famous for brave words in our Foreign Office, but does any one expect that such a message as this will ever issue from Whitehall?

We would no more provoke the Tuileries by an insolent despatch than we would go into one of Van Amburgh's cages and kick the lion. It has become a sort of European superstition that France can beat every one, and I am downright grateful to the Americans that they don't believe it.

I never knew I liked America so well till I began to speculate on this war. I never suspected that there really was that tie of kindred which journalists disparage by that A more insufferable piece of insolent false adulation they deal in. I hate all the pretension cannot be imagined than what cant of "cousinship," but call them our own is called the Monroe doctrine. That my bone and blood; speak of them as a people next door neighbour should not live in a cer- who have the same leading traits as ourtain style lest the servants in my house selves - sturdy, determined, untiring, unshould become dissatisfied, is too gross an yielding-taking their share of hard knocks absurdity to be entertained. That whatever to-day with a fixed resolve to repay them rules I prescribe for my family should be to-morrow; in a word, of that stuff that adopted by every one who resides in the makes right trusty friends and very terrible same street, is somewhat overbearing; and enemies. Regard them in this light, and say yet, with all this, I declare I am all for the if a war should break out between them and Yankee in this Mexican row. It is not the France, what side you would like to back. justice of the case I want to think of. It is I say, America. I'd lay my head on the is not whether France has right on her side, sue; and if any gentleman is willing to bet and whether this demand to retire be one an equivalent-say another crown-piece of those mandates a high-spirited nation I cry "Done," and wait the event.

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.-NO. 1141.-14 APRIL, 1866.

PROFESSING only to be a supplement to Talfourd's Memorials and Letters of Charles Lamb,' this is a welcome little And generous wines no cordial to his soul. book.. It is a fair collection of anecdotes For wounds like his, Christ is the only cure. collected from various sources the chief Go, preach thou to him of a world to come, Where friends shall meet and know each other's

The Times, the Telegraph, and other Poems. By J. Godfrey Saxe. Complete in One Volume, and including (in the Hope of Securing English Copyright) One Note, not by the Editor of the Biglow Papers.

THE publisher of Companion Poets' has done well in sending forth the present volume, which contains no passage that