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about which quartos are written, and sixty-vo- | ing, about one o'clock, (accompanied by fourteen lumed Biographies Universelles, and Lardner's red-haired children, with fourteen gleaming Cabinet Cyclopædias, and the like! the facts are prayer-books,) away from the church. Grand nothing in it, the names everything; and a gentle-Dieu !' cries Írêfle, “is that man mad? He won't man might as well improve his mind by learning play at cards on a Sunday; he goes to church Walker's Gazetteer, or getting by heart a fifty- on a Sunday; he has fourteen children ! years-old edition of the Court Guide.

“ Was ever Frenchman known to do likewise ? “ Having thus disposed of the historians, let us Pass we on to our argument, which is, that with come to the point in question—the novelists. our English notions, and moral and physical con

stitution, it is quite impossible that we should This pithy piece of special pleading is become intimate with our brisk neighbours; and succeeded by some excellent remarks on when such authors as Lady Morgan, and Mrs. the general incompetence of travellers to Trollope, having frequented a certain number of form a just estimate of the habits and tea parties in the French capital, begin to prattle

about French manners and men,—with all respect characters of a strange people.

for the talents of those ladies, we do believe their

information not to be worth sixpence ; they speak “Passing from novels in general to French no

to us, not of men, but of tea-parties. Tea-parties vels, let us confess, with much humiliation, that are the same all the world over; with the excepwe borrow from these stories a great deal more

tion that, with the French, there are more lights knowledge of French society than from our own

and prettier dresses; and, with us, a mighty deal personal observation we ever can hope to gain :

more tea in the pot. for, let a gentleman who has dwelt two, four, or

“ There is, however, a cheap and delightful way ten years in Paris (and has not gone thither for of travelling, that a man may perform in his easy the purpose of making a book, when three weeks chair, without expense of passports or postboys. are sufficient)_let an English gentleman say, at the end of any given period, how much he knows library, he sends his imagination a gadding, and

On the wings of a novel, from the next circulating of French society, how many French houses he gains acquaintance with people and manners, has entered, and how many French friends he has whom he could not hope otherwise to know. made ?-He has enjoyed, at the end of the year, Twopence a volume bears us whithersover we say

will;-back to Ivanhoe and Cour de Lion, or, to " At the English Ambassador's, so many soirées. Waverley and the Young Pretender, along with At the houses to which he has

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so many tea parties. Walter Scott; up to the heights of fashion with so many dinners.

the charming enchanters of the silver-fork school; At French private houses

or, better still, to the snug inn parlour, or the josay three dinners, and { very lucky too.

vial tap-room, with Mr. Pickwick and his faithful “He has, we say, seen an immense number of Sancho Weller. I am sure that a man who, a wax candles, cups of tea, glasses of orgeat, and hundred years hence, should sit down to write the French people, in best clothes, enjoying the same; history of our time, would do wrong to put that but intimacy there is none; we see but the out great contemporary history of Pickwick aside, as sides of the people. Year by year we live in

a frivolous work. It contains true character un. France, and grow grey, and see no more.

We der false names; and, like Roderick Random, an play écarté with Monsieur de Tréfle, every night ; inferior work, and Tom Jones (one that is immeabut what know we of the heart of the man-of

surably superior), gives us a better idea of the the inward ways, thoughts, and customs of Tréfle?

state and ways of the people, than one could If we have good legs, and love the amusement, we gather from any more pompous or authentic hisdance with Countess Flicflac, Tuesdays and tories.” Thursdays, ever since the Peace; and how far are

Mr. Titmarsh then, in illustration of we advanced in acquaintance with her since we first twirled her round a room? We know her

his theory, quotes some striking pictures velvet gown, and her diamonds (about three- of Parisian life, from the novels of M. de fourths of them are sham, by the way); we know Bernard, a writer little known in these her smiles, and her simpers, and her rouge—but countries, but as Mrs. Gore is about to no more : she may turn into a kitchen wench at translate some of his most popular productwelve on Thursday night, for aught we know; her voiture, a pumpkin ; and her gens, so many tions, we shall content ourselves with quotrats : but the real, rougeless, intime, Flictlac, we ing a single page of comment on the desknow not. This privilege is granted to no Eng. cription of a lishman : we may understand the French language as well as Monsieur de Levizac, but never can pe

CARNIVAL' BALL. netrate into Flicflac's confidence: our ways are " The 'rugissements et bondissements, bacchanot her ways; our manners of thinking, not hers: nale et saturnale galop infernal, ronde du sabbat when we say a good thing, in the course of the tout le tremblement,' these words give a most clear night, we are wondrous lucky and pleased ; Flic- untranslateable idea of the Carnival ball. A sight flac will trill you off fifty in ten minutes, and won- more hideous can hardly strike a man's eye. I der at the bêtise of the Briton, who has never a was present at one where four thousand guests word to say. We are married, and have fourteen whirled screaming, reeling, roaring, out of the children, and would just as soon make love to the ball-room in the Rue St. Honoré, and tore down Pope of Rome as to any one but our own wife. to the column in the Place Vendôme, round which If you do not make love to Flicflac, from the day they went shrieking their own music, twenty miles after her marriage to the day she reaches sixty, an hour, and so tore madly back again. Let a she thinks you a fool. We won't play at écarté man go alone to such a place of amusement, and with Trêtle on Sunday nights; and are seen walk- the sight for him is perfectly terrible: the horrid some odious miniatures of the sons and daughters, Here the author is quite at home, and on each side of the chinney-glass; and here, comdiscourses very much to the purpose, as the monly (we appeal to the reader if this is an overreader shall have an opportunity of judging, charged picture), the collection ends. The family though we can only extract a couple of goes to the Exhibition once a year, to the Na

frantic gaiety of the place puts him in mind more drawing on stone. The two former may be called of the merriment of demons than of men : bang, art done by machinery. We confess to a prejubang, drums, trumpets, chairs, pistol-shots, pour dice in favour of the honest work of hand, in matout of the orchestra, which seems as mad as the ters of art, and prefer the rough workmanship of dancers; whiz a whirlwind of paint and patches, the painter to the smooth copies of his performanall the costumes under the sun, all the ranks in ces which are produced, for the most part, on the the empire, all the he and she scoundrels of the wood-block or the steel-plate. capital, writhed and twisted together, rush by “ The theory will possibly be objected to by you; if a man falls, wo be to him: two thousand many of our readers : the best proof in its favour, screaming menads go trampling over his carcass : we think, is, that the state of art amongst the they have neither power nor will to stop.

people in France and Germany, where publishers A set of Malays, drunk with bang, and run- are not so wealthy or enterprising as with us,* and ning the muck, a company of howling dervishes, where Lithography is more practised, is infinitely may possibly, at our own day, go through similar higher than in England, and the appreciation more frantic vagaries; but I doubt if any civilized Eu- correct. As draughtsmen, the French and Gerropean people, but the French, would permit and man painters are incomparably superior to our enjoy such scenes. But our neighbours see little own; and with art, as with any other commodity, shame in them; and it is very true that men of all the demand will be found pretty equal to the supclasses, high and low, here congregate and give ply: with us, the general demand is for neatness, themselves up to the disgusting worship of the ge- prettiness, and what is called effect in pictures ; nius of the place."

and these can be rendered completely, nay im. . The next essay which attracted our no- copying the artist's performances. But to copy

proved, by the engraver's conventional manner of tice is one on “Napoleon and his System,” fine expression and fine drawing, the engraver and here Mr. Titmarsh is not so much at himself must be a fine artist; and let anybody exhome. Napoleon is too grand, too vast an

amine the host of picture-books which appear object for him, and he does not know what every Christmas, and say whether, for the most

part, painters or engravers possess any artistic meto make of him; he cannot jump over bim, rit?' We boast, nevertheless, of some of the best nor put him in his pocket, nor walk with engravers and painters in Europe. Here, again, bim arm in arm, and so he takes to abusing the supply is accounted for by the demand ; our him, as we suppose he has done more at highest class is richer than any other aristocracy,

quite as well instructed, and can judge and pay for length in a recent production which we have fine pictures and engravings. But these costly not seen :* altogether, what with his demo- productions are for the few, and not for the many, cratical tendencies, and his profession of who have not yet certainly arrived at properly apanti-humbuggism, he is in a sad quandary. preciating fine art.

“ Take the standard · Album' for instance--that There are however splendid passages in the unfortunate collection of deformed Zuleikas and essay, but we dare not enter upon it: it Medoras (from the Byron Beauties, the Flowers, would lead us into an interminable argu- Gems, Souvenirs, Casquets of Loveliness, Beauty, ment with the author-and besides have we as they may be called); glaring caricatures of not our friend, Count Stiffinhisstock, to hideous deformed "little Cupids sporting, among

flowers, singly, in groups, in flower-pots, or with fight it for us ? The battle of the fortifica-them; of what are called mezzotinto pencil tions is just over, and the discomfited Cap-drawings, 'poonah-paintings,' and what not. "The tain Dieaway has retreated to the drawing Album' is to be found invariably upon the round room. Tremble, o Titmarsh, the Count, middle classes, and with a couple of Annuals' be

rosewood brass.inlaid drawing-room table of the with his one finger, shall slay thee.

sides, which flank it on the same table, represents The second volume opens with a lauda- the art of the house; perhaps there is a portrait of tion of lithography, and its beneficial effects the master of the house in the dining-room, grimin popularising art, not forgetting its politi- glancing from above the mantel-piece ; and of the tical influence, in the diffusion of caricatures. mistress over the piano up stairs ; add to these trait of a Lady,' or of the First Mayor of Little holidays, have no place of resort but the tap-room Pedlington since the passing of the Reform Bill;' or tea-garden, and no food for conversation, ex. or else bustling and squeezing among the minia- cept such as can be built upon the politics or the tures, where lies the chief attraction of the Gal- police reports of the last Sunday paper? So much lery.. England has produced, owing to the effects has church and state puritanism done for us-so of this class of admirers of art, two admirable, and well has it succeeded in materializing and binding five hundred very clever, portrait-painters. How down to the earth the imagination of men, for many artists? Let the reader count upon his five which God has made another world (which certain fingers, and see if, living at the present moment, statesmen take but too little into account)—that he can name one for each.

tional Gallery once in ten years : to the former passages. The comparison between the

place they have an inducement to go; there are state of the arts in England and on the their own portraits, or the portraits of their Continent is too important to be omitted. friends, or the portraits of public characters;

and you will see them infallibly wondering over “In England, where money is plenty, en

No. 2643 in the catalogue, representing · The Porterprise so great, and everything matter of commercial speculation, Lithography has not been so much practised as wood or steel engraving, which,

* There countries are, to be sure, inundated by the aid of great original capital and spread of with the productions of our market, in the shape of sale, are able more than to compete with the art of Byron Beauties, reprints from the Keepsakes,

Books of Beauty, and such trash; but these are • The Second Funeral of Napoleon, and the only of late years, and their original schools of art Chronicle of the Drum, by Mr. M. A. Titmarsh. are still flourishing,

fair and beautiful world of art, in which there “ If, from this examination of our own worthy can be nothing selfish or sordid, of which Dulness middle classes, we look to the same class in has forgotten the existence, and which Bigotry France, what a difference do we find ! Humble has endeavoured to shut out from sight cafés in country towns have their walls covered

“ On a banni les démons et les fécs, with pleasing picture papers, representing Les

Le raisonner tristement s'accrédite, Gloires de l'Armée Française, the Seasons, the

On court helas ! après la verité. Four Quarters of the World, Cupid and Psyche, Ah! croyez moi, l'erreur a son mérite !" or some other allegory, landscape, or history,

“ We are not putting in a plea, here, for demons rudely painted, as papers for walls usually are; and fairies, as Voltaire does in the above exquisite but the figures are all tolerably well drawn; and lines; nor about to expatiate on the beauties of the common taste, which has caused a demand for error, for it is none; but the clank of steani. such things, undeniable. In Paris, the manner engines, and the shouts of politicians, and the in which the cafés and houses of the restaurateurs struggle for gain or bread, and the loud denunciaare ornamented, is, of course, a thousand times tions of stupid bigots, have well nigh smothered richer, and nothing can be more beautiful, or more poor Fancy among us. We boast of our science, exquisitely finished and correct, than the designs and vaunt our superior morality. Does the latter which adorn many of them. We are not prepared exist? In spite of all the forms which our policy to say what sums were expended upon the paint- has invented to secure it-in spite of all the ing of Véry's or Véfour's, of the Salle-Musard, or preachers, all the meeting-houses, and all the leof numberless other places of public resort in the gislative enactments, if any person will take upon capital. There is many a shopkeeper whose sign himself the painful labour of purchasing and peis a very tolerable picture ; and often have we rusing some of the cheap periodical prints which stopped to admire the reader will give us credit form the people's library of amusement, and con. for having remained outside) the excellent work

tain what may be presumed to be their standard manship of the grapes and vine-leaves over the in matters of imagination and fancy, he will see door of some very humble, dirty, inodorous shop how false the claim is that we bring forward of of a marchand de vin.

superior morality. The aristocracy, who are so “ These, however, serve only to educate the eager to maintain, were, of course, not the last to public taste, and are ornaments, for the most part, feel, the annoyance of the legislative restrictions much too costly for the people. But the same love

on the Sabbath, and eagerly seized upon that of ornament which is shewn in their public places happy invention for dissipating the gloom and of resort, appears in their houses likewise ; and

ennui ordered by Act of Parliament to prevail on every one of our readers who has lived in Paris, that day-the Sunday paper. It might be read in in any lodging, magnificent or humble, with any

a club-room, where the poor could not see how family, however poor, may bear witness how pro their betters ordained one thing for the vulgar, fusely the walls of his smart salon in the English and another for themselves; or, in an easy chair, quarter, or of his little room au sixième in the in the study, whither my lord retires every Sunday Pays-Latin, has been decorated with prints of all for his devotions. It dealt in private scandal and kinds."

ribaldıy, only the more piquant for its pretty flimsy The reflections with which our author veil of double entendre. "It was a fortune to the follows up his comparison are admirable, publisher, and it became a necessary to the reader, and we give them at length. They are

which he could not do without, any more than

without his snuff box, his opera-box, or his chasse truly full of wisdom, and deserve to be laid after coffee. The delightful novelty could not for to heart by every one, who discerning the any time bo kept exclusively for the haut ton ; evils of our present state of social existence, and from my lord it descended to his valet or is also minded to aid in remedying them.

tradesmen, and from Grosvenor-square it spread

all the town through ; so that now the lower “ Can there be a more pleasing walk, in the classes have their scandal and ribaldry organs, as whole world, than a stroll through the Gallery of well as their betters (the rogues, they will imitate the Louvre, on a fête-day: not to look so much at them!); and as their tastes are somewhat coarser the pictures as at the lookers on? Thousands of than my lord's, and their numbers a thousand to the poorer classes are there: mechanics in their one, why, of course, the prints have increased, Sunday clothes, smiling grisettes, smart, dapper and the profligacy has been diffused in a ratio exsoldiers of the line, with bronzed wondering faces, actly proportionable to the demand, until the town marching together in little companies of six or is infested with such a number of monstrous pubseven, and stopping every now and then at Napo- lications of the kind as would have put Abbé Duleon or Leonidas, as they appear, in proper vulgar bois to the blush, or made Louis XV. cry shame. heroics, in the pictures of David or Gros. The Talk of English morality !-the worst licentioustaste of these people will hardly be appoved by ness, in the worst period of the French monarchy, the connoisseur, but they have a taste for art. Can scarcely equalled the wickedness of this Sabbaththe same be said of our lower classes, who, if they keeping country of ours. are inclined to be sociable and amused in their “The reader will be glad, at last, to come to

the conclusion that we would fain draw from all cent soidisant religious manifestations in these descriptions—why does this immorality ex; Paris, from which we extract the folist? Because the people must be amused, and have not been taught how ; because the upper

lowing : classes, frightened by stupid cant, or absorbed in “It must be confessed that the controversialists material want, has not as yet learned the refine- of the present day, have an eminent advantage ment which only the cultivation of art can give ; over their predecessors in the days of folios : it and when their intellects are ụneducated, and their required some learning then, to write a book; and tastes are coarse, the tastes and amusements of some time, at least ;-for the very labour of writclasses still more ignorant must be coarse and vi- ing out a thousand such vast pages would demand cious likewise, in an increased proportion. a considerable period. But now, in the age of

“Such discussions and violent" attacks upon duodecimos, the system is reformed altogether : a high and low, Sabbath-bills, politicians, and what male or female controversialist draws upon his not, may appear, perhaps, out of place, in a few imagination, and not his learning; makes a story pages which purport only to give an account of instead of an argument, and, in the course of 150 some French drawings : all we would urge is, that, pages (where the preacher has it all his own way) in France, these prints are made because they are will prove or disprove you anything. And, to our liked and appreciated; with us they are not made, shame be it said, we Protestants have set the exbecause they are not liked and appreciated ;—and ample of this kind of proselytism—those detestathe more is the pity. Nothing merely intellectual ble mixtures of truth, lies, false-sentiment, falsewill be popular among us : we do not love beauty reasoning, bad grammar, correct and genuine for beauty's sake, as the Germans; or wit, for wit's philanthropy and piety-I mean our religious sake, as the French: for abstract art we have no tracts, which any woman or man, be he ever so appreciation. We admire H. B.'s caricatures, silly, can take upon himself to write, and sell for because they are the caricatures of well-known a penny, as if religious instruction were the easiest political characters, not because they are witty; thing in the world. We, I say, have set the exand Boz, because he writes us good palpable sto- ample in this kind of composition, and all the sects ries (if we may use such a word to a story); and of the earth will, doubtless, speedily follow it. I Madame Vestris, because she has the most beau. can point you out blasphemies, in famous pious tifully shaped legs ;—the art of the designer, the tracts, that are as dreadful as those above menwriter, the actress (each admirable in its way), is tioned ; but this is no place for snch discussions, a very minor consideration; each might have ten and we had better return to Madame Sand. As times the wit, and would be quite unsuccessful Mrs. Sherwood expounds, by means of many without their substantial points of popularity. touching histories and anecdotes of little boys and

“ In France such matters are far better ma- girls, her notions of church history, church catenaged, and the love of art is a thousand times chism, church doctrine:-as the author of Father more keen; and (from this feeling, surely) how Clement, a Roman Catholic Story,' demolishes the much superiority is there in French society over stately structure of eighteen centuries, the mighty our own; how much better is social happiness un- and beautiful Roman Catholic faith, in whose boderstood; how much more manly equality is there som repose so many saints and sages,—by means between Frenchman and Frenchman, than be- of a three-and-sixpenny duodecimo volume, which tween rich and poor in our own country, with all tumbles over the vast fabric, as David's pebble our superior wealth, instruction, and political free stone did Goliah ; as, again, the Roman Catholic dom! There is, amongst the humblest, a gaiety, author of “Geraldine,' falls foul of Luther and cheerfulness, politeness, and sobriety, to which, in Calvin, and drowns the awful echoes of their treEngland, no class can shew a parallel ; and these, mendous protest by the sounds of her little halfbe it remembered, are not only qualities for holi- crown trumpet; in like manner, by means of days, but for working-days too, and add to the en- pretty tales, and cheap apologues, Mrs Sand projoyment of human life as much as good clothes, claims her truth-that we need a new Messiah, good beef, or good wages. If, to our freodom, we and that the Christian religion is no more! could but add a little of their happiness!—it is one, awful, awful name of God! Light unbearable! after all, of the cheapest commodities in the world, Mystery unfathomable! Vastness immeasurable ! and in the power of every man (with means of - Who are these who come forward to explain gaining decent bread) who has the will or the skill the mystery, and gaze unblinking into the depths to use it."

of the light, and measure the immeasurable vast

ness to a hair? O name, that God's people of old But we are far exceeding our limits, and did fear to utter! O light, that God's prophet must bring these extracts to a close. The would have perished had he seen !--Who are these remainder of the essay, which we strongly for the most part, weak women-weak in intel

that are now so familiar with it? Women, truly, recommend to the attention of all our readers, lect, weak, mayhap, in spelling and grammar, but contains a minute and humorous account of marvellously strong in faith. Women, who step the grand contest between Louis Philippe and down to the people with stately step and voice of the caricaturists; telling how Louis Philippe, if there were some Divine

authority, and deliver their two-penny tablets, as

some Divine authority for the after sundry defeats, and victories as bad wretched nonsense recorded there! as defeat, succeeded at length in driving his

6. With regard to the spelling and grammar, our graphic enemies from the vantage ground Parisian Pythoness stands, in the goodly fellow

Her style is a noble, and, as of politics, and restricting them or banish- ship, remarkable. ing them to the wide domain of social far as a foreigner can judge, a strange tongue,

beautifully rich and pure. She has a very exubeknavery, and domestic folly.

rant imagination, and, with it, a very chaste style There is an amusing account of the re- of expression. She never scarcely indulges in


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declamation, as other modern prophets, and yet is profoundly immoral and absurd, the drama of
her sentences are exquisitely melodious and full. the common people is absurd, if you will, but good
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manner of some prophets, who, when they catch a

The last essay in the second volume, little one, toy with it until they kill it), but she

“ Meditations at Versailles," is a lay homily leaves you at the end of one of her brief, rich, melancholy sentences, with plenty of food for fu on the littleness of Louis le Grand, very ture cogitation. I can't express to you the charm proper to be read by court chaplains, and of them; they seem to me like the sound of coun- other admonishers of the powers that be. try bells-provoking I don't know what vein of

And now that we have, under Mr. Tit. musing and meditation, and falling sweetly and sadly on the ear.”

marsh's guidance, and through this or the

other of bis favourite spy-holes, taken a The essay on the trial and condemnation peep at this wondrous Paris-now comes of Peytel, for the murder of his wife, and the question :—was it after all the author on the defects of the French judicial pro- or the publisher that made the book ? For ceedings, is well worth reading, and illus- the amusing papers from which we have so trates many distinctive peculiarities of the largely extracted, occupy hardly half the national character, but we can only refer work, and the other half' is, we lament to our readers to it. The following, taken say, of far inferior quality. Interspersed from the paper headed“ French Dramas with those keen and lively essays, are tales and Melodramas” is worthy of attention, of obsolete diablerie

, and stories of modern and shows the writer in a favourable light, society, so slightly illustrative of life in as a tolerant and good natured anti-humbug. Paris, or indeed of any thing else, that we gist.

are puzzled, except on the book-making “The taste of such exhibitions, of course, every in the Paris Sketch Book.” It is possi

principle, to account for their appearance English person will question ; but we must remember the manners of the people among whom ble, however, that the writer had some purthey are popular ; and, if I may be allowed to ha- pose in them, though he has not taken zard such an opinion, there is, in every one of these Boulevard mysteries, a kind of rude moral. pains enough to make it clear. The Boulevard writers don't pretend to 'taber- trace here and there a vein of allegorical nacles and divine gifts, like Madame Sand and satire, which indicates a deeper meaning, Dumas, before mentioned. If they take a story were we willing to search for it; but, not from the sacred books, they garble it without having time or inclination to do so, we mercy, and take sad liberties

with the text; but deem it most charitable to surmise that they do not deal in descriptions of the agreeably wicked, or ask pity and admiration for tender- they were published for the sake of the hearted criminals and philanthropic murderers, as etchings which accompany them, Mr. their betters do. Vice is vice on the Boulevard; Titmarsh being his own artist, and appaand it's fine to hear the audience, as a tyrant king rently taking pride in, or making a hobby roars out cruel sentences of death, or a bereaved mother pleads for the life of her child, making thereof. There is one short tale, however, their remarks on the circumstances of the scene. “ Beatrice Merger," of a different stamp, * Ah, le gredin' growls an indignant countryman: and worth reading ; it shows that in this • Quel monstre !' says a grisette, in a fury. You see very fat old men crying like babies;

and, like department as well as in others, the author babies, sucking enormous sticks of barley-sugar.

has capabilities beyond his performances. Actors and audience enter warmly into the illu- But bidding adieu to guesses, and mosion of the piece, and so especially are the former ving the previous question, we may be affected, that, at Franconi's, where the battles of permitted to remark that it would save the the empire are represented, there is as regular critics a world of trouble, and be no doubt gradation in the ranks of the mimic army, as in the real imperial legions. After a man has served, a consolation to the authors, if publishers with credit, for a certain number of years in the would occasionally shame the devil, and line, he is promoted to be an officer—an acting put at the corner of their title pages, officer. If he conducts himself well, he may rise somewhat in the fashion of an old print, to be a Colonel, or a General of Division; if ill, he is degraded to the ranks again ; or, worse degra- the truthful intimation :dation of all, drafted into a regiment of Cossacks, Cooper commentus est....Colburn coëmpsit. or Austrians. Cossacks is the lowest depth, how- Titmarsh scripsit.... Macrone conglomeravit. ever; nay, it is said that the men who perform and so on; that is when the books have these Cossack parts receive higher wages than the mimic grenadiers and old guard. They will not any thing in them; otherwise it does not consent to be beaten every night, even in play; signify. But where a poor scribbler has to be pursued in hundreds by a handful of French, any brains, and has disposed of his right to fight against their oved Emperor. Surely and title to a part vintage thereof, for there is fine hearty virtue in this, and pleasant child-like simpjicity. So, that while the drama of sundry mutton chops and pots of porter, it Victor Hugo, Dumas, and the enlightened classes, is rather an annoyance to have the ruthless


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