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who taught them improvements and then called the Merrimac, and that she would " went upwards.” The Waraus are said to soon leave Richmond, prepared to destroy hold a belief about the fall of man not our fleet and burn our towns, without meetwidely differing from that of the author of ing with any power that could probably reGenesis, indeed, so like it, that we are in- sist her. The whole country was alarmed, clined to suspect Mr. Brett of a too credu- as well as the Government. lous attention to a native who had heard Under these circumstances a special agent the Christian account. There is, however, was directed by telegraph to wait upon little evidence that any tribe in Guiana had Commodore Vanderbilt at 11 o'clock at ever reached a civilized stage, and some night and ask him for what sum of money that they were once wilder than they are, he could agree to blockade this iron-clad Mr. Brett having discovered great mounds and keep her from getting out of port. of shells filled with the skeletons of men Commodore Vanderbilt instantly said to who had evidently been eaten, the bones the agent:—, having been carefully cracked to extract “Telegraph to Mr. Stanton that I will the marrow. The modern Indians speak see him at once," and went immediately to with horror of cannibalism, and Mr. Brett, Washington, called upon Mr. Stanton, and who knows them so thoroughly, apparently said to him: “I have come on about this regrets the extinction which seems to be business. Who is there to be consulted ? their doom. They will be replaced, it If any one, call him, as I have no time to seems clear, either by a composite race, talk it over twice.” Mr. Stanton replied, with negro blood predominating in its “ The President, Mr. Lincoln, must be conveins, a race hardy, prolific, and somewhat sulted.” “Then,” said the Commodore, untamable; or by Chinese, whom the Euro- let us go to his house at once," which peans greatly prefer to all other immi- they did. grants, as they bring with them, at all Mr. Lincoln said: “Can you stop this events, the capacity for speedy civilization. iron-clad ?" The Commodore replied: The Chinaman, it is well known, prospers "Yes, at least there are nine chances out of in all climates, and we may yet discover in ten I can. I will take my ship, the C. VanGuiana the secret which Lord Dalhousie derbilt, cover her machinery, &c., with 500 used to say was beyond English power, bales of cotton, raise the steam, and rush how to govern Chinamen so that their her with overwhelming force on the ironTrades' Unions should not be stronger than clad, and sink her before she can escape, or the law.
cripple us." Mr. Lincoln then said: "How much money will you demand for such a
service ?" Commodore Vanderbilt replied COMMODORE VANDERBILT AND THE WAR
that the Government had not money enough - AN INTERESTING ANECDOTE.
to hire him; that he had not come to specu
late upon the trials of his country, but to We find the following interesting anec- try and help her in this her hour of need; dote in a letter to the Evening Post. We that he would give them his ship without have reason to know that its statements are charge; that he would instantly order her strictly correct. As an act of justice to by telegraph to be equipped and on her way Commodore Vanderbilt, and as an illustra- toward Richmond in thirty-six hours, which tion of his prompt, liberal
, and disinterested of his own captains, and the Commodore in
was done, she sailing under the order of one patriotism, it is worthy of preservation person on board. among the most interesting incidents of our Having reached Hampton Roads, among great civil war. New York Times. our blockading squadron, the Commander
of the fleet went on board the ship. After To the Editors of the Evening Post: some consultation, Commodore Vanderbilt
No private citizen has probably ever asked him if the iron-clad would probably shown more patriotism than Cornelius Van- come out. The Commander replied: "She derbilt. His liberality to the Government will.” “Then,” said Commodore Vanderduring the darkest period of the rebellion bilt, “ I have one favor to ask of you, and shouli be recorded in the heart of every that is, if she should come, you will keep true American, and his example handed your fleet out of the way, that I may have down to animate remotest ages. All this room to sink her.” The iron-clad, as is was proved in this way. Mr. Stanton, well known, did come out, and was disabled while Secretary of War, had, from his scouts and put back by the Monitor, sent from within the rebel lines, ascertained that the New York. The object being accomplished, rebels had about completed their iron-clad Commodore Vanderbilt left his ship and
came home, and has never asked or received ! charge himself with the duty of handing one cent for his ship, ever since held as them down to posterity; the school-books Government property, and which at the will contain the account, and the eyes of moment they took her was worth fully $1, children yet unborn will glisten as they 500,000. Instead of giving them this sum read and reflect upon such true and lofty he could have made almost any terms for patriotism; which is an invaluable inherihimself.
tance to our country, and should be placed This interview with the President and on the same shelf in the archives where are Secretary at once enabled them to see that deposited the famous deeds of our most disthey had in their presence an extraordinary tinguished men. man. Mr. Lincoln said: “Can you not Noble, generous, and self-sacrificing as all turn one of your other ships into an iron- this is, its brilliancy is obscured by the abclad ? "
Yes," was the reply, “I think I sence of all ostentation in the quiet, retiring can, and have her ready in six weeks; but and unpretending manner in which the great must first consult my engineers and head- work was done. builders; my price for this smaller ship will In 1813, the Austrian Government being be $500,000°"* Mr. Lincoln turned to Mr. distressed for money, they went to the RothsStanton and said: “We accept these terms childs, who granted a loan, probably as a
it is a bargain.” Commodore Vander- mere business transaction. So great was bilt at once gave orders to equip this smaller the gratitude of the Emperor that he creaship, and see if she was capable for what she ted all the brothers of the eminent house was intended. After some time, during barons, which titles they have since enjoyed, which she had been nearly cased in bar iron, and to which all Europe considers them enthe Commodore found, to his regret, that titled. No distinguished citizen has ever he could not make her what was needed, expressed less desire for notoriety than and he at once released the Government Commodore Vanderbilt. No man has ever from their contract, and thus relieved his conducted large transactions with a more noble gift from all suspicion of receiving decided and independent mind, and no man with it any pecuniary advantage.
enjoys a higher reputation for gentleness of These great transactions should be com- character, conciliation, and princely liberalmemorated on canvas. The historian will lity to those with whom he contends.
A PLEA FOR THE SEA-BIRDS. To glance and glide before him everywhere, Stay now thine hand !
And throw a gleam on after days of duty.
For God's sake, spare !
plumes and broken And in creation’s groans marks its sad share,
He notes each sea-bird falling,
Its dying cry— for retribution calling.
Oh, stay thine hand !
Cease from this useless slaughter; For very wantonness, or pride, or pleasure.
For though kind Nature from the rocks and
sand For bird's sake, spare !
Washes the stains each day with bring water, Leave it in happy motion To wheel its easy circles through the air,
Yet on thine hand, Or rest and rock upon the shining ocean.
Raised against God's fair creature,
Beware lest there be found a crimson brand For man's sake, spare !
Indelible by any force of Nature. Leave him the thing of beauty,'
Churchman's Family Magazine.
No. 1282. – December 26, 1868.
CONTENTS. 1. CLEVER WOMEN,
Blackwood's Magazine, • 771 2. THE COUNTRY-HOUSE ON THE RHINE. Part
Berthold Auerbach. Translated from the German
785 3. THE BULWER SCANDAL,
London Correspondent, 795 4. LETTICE LISLE. Part II.,
796 5. WILL EMIGRATION LAST?
809 6. ANIMAL REVERENCE,
810 7. ENGLISH AND FRENCH CITIES,
813 8. BARTER IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY,
Pall Mall Gazette,
815 9. A JAPANESE GRAMMAR,
818 10. THE FUTURE OF PHOTOGRAPHY,
820 11. WILLIAM MOTHERWELL'S POEMS,
Churchman's Family Magazine, 822
POETRY. “ Nor FALSE, BUT FICKLE,”
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“NOT FALSE, BUT FICKLE.” Was many a joy whose subtle charm we shall
not find again. Such a little while ago, such a little while ! At our own inconstancy should we sigh or smile?
The spell was woven deftly, it was potent to be Blind and deaf the tyrant, Love, who rules our Such a little while ago, such a little while !
guile; inner life; He neither heeds nor hears the toss and tumult
Tinsley's Magazine. of the strife.
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Raising one to sure calm height, to dash ån
other down; Gathering flowers from new-made graves to wreathe the bridal crown.
THE SPHINX. Blessing here with perfect faith, tender, strong, DREAD warder of an ancient land, and true;
Thy wondrous form of changeless stone, Blighting there some radiant bloom, fresh blos- Reigning o'er leagues of shifting sand, soms to renew.
Unnumbered ages for thy throne;
Pygmies, we gaze and pass awayWrenching purest ties in twain, wounding, sear- I now, Cambyses yesterday.
ing, healing All the weakness of our hearts day by day re- Dim mem'ries of forgotten things vealing.
Haunt those large eyes: the Shepherd chiefs,
The victor's crown -- the pride of kings, Helpless human life goes on, as the wheel re E’en meaner mortals' lesser griefs: volves,
Canst thou recall old Menes' face? Passing our poor struggles o'er, crushing our re- Hast bowed before Rhodope's grace? solves.
Those grand lack-lustre eyes perchance
That ruined Ilion for her love: .
Didst hear stern Proteus quick dismiss Gather roses while they blow, catch the sun- The wretch who marred a guest-friend's bliss.
beams passing; Every moment, shine or shade, the great stream Vain-worse than vain-no word comes through is glassing.
Thy lips' cold portals. Thou hast seen
The conqʼring Mede, the crafty Jew, Such a little while ago, such a little while !
Greek sages, Antony's dark queen; And I dreamt that life was lit but by your joy- Is’t to their ghosts in yon soft haze ous smile.
Thou turn'st that everlasting gaze? Such a little while ago, and you thought or Great Horus, answer-art thou mute? Given a loving look of mine, and hope would ask Like Morn's old vot’ry?– I salute
Hast no responsive chords for eve, no more.
Thine awful silence. Let me weave
My puny fancies, knowing well
In far Ogygian æons? Still
The daily sunshine o'er thee creeps, In sooth we scarcely can, dear; all passed like And so for unknown ages will: April's smile;
And men shall view thy massive brow, Such a little while ago, such a little while ! And marvel at its calm, as now.
We'll owe it kindly memories, that happy dream Eve's rich glow lingers round thy head, we dreamt;
And lights thy melancholy face, It had no inner claim to be from Love's strange As loving all its gold to shed laws exempt.
On the last monarch of thy race:
Slow fade the purple tints-farewell! Yet recollect it tenderly, for in its brief bright Deep are thy thoughts — too deep to tell. reign
From Blackwood's Magazine. magic we could plunge them into that peCLEVER WOMEN.
riod; how, in the first place, they would THERE is nothing so elastic as our esti- shiver in a new sense of neglect and disremate of time. In the mere act of review- gard, nobody putting them first or making ing them, fifty years may swell into a huge all things bow to their pleasure and conveperiod, or contract into a moment — the nience; or indeed thinking it any great mere twinkling of an eye. In many a rét- matter if a touch of life's real hardships rospect a lifetime is nothing - memory embittered their prime. From this cold making past existence all one present. It shade what would a world seem to them may be spanned in one grasp of thought as still hampered by difficult locomotion, bad making no difference in a man's identity, roads, and post-chaises, horrible winter leaving him absolutely the same to his own night-journeys outside stage-coaches consciousness. In another mood, and look- nights dim with the feeble illuminations of ing out of and beyond self, he sees fifty train-oil and snuffy tallow-candles; a world years for what they are — a good slice not of intellectual trammels, where opinion was only of a long life but of the life of the not ventilated in hall and lecture-rooms — world. This sum of years repeated com- where people thought in battalions, and the paratively few times and we are at the first mind had its uniform to be assumed every year of our Lord; and from thence, by a field-day — where a man must be either series of half-centuries – leaps easy to the Whig or Tory, Calvinist or Arminian, and imagination, and which a child may remem- compromise was contemptible — where peober— we are at the beginning of history, ple sat at home, and only country gentleat its very opening chapter. We must then men amused themselves and wasted their conclude by all analogy that if progress is time out of doors; a world with quite ana word meaning anything, fifty years must other class of absurdities, anomalies, and work material and recognisable changes, barbarisms from this present one — where and a very little reflection convinces us that every “respectable” powdered his head they have made them. A man who has ob- white, and every woman who would not be served to any purpose for fifty years knows thought wildly eccentric hid away the first that he has seen some things and felt some grey hair as a crime against society; a emotions which no future age will see or world of feeble accomplishments, where feel again under similar conditions. Some music was thought effeminate for men — a portion of the energy and intellect of the mere siren, betraying him to his destruction world has done its task, contributed to some — and art and science generally, misleaders result; and thought and action will never from the main business of life: but, for all be linked to the same work and end again. this, a good old world to those who can reThere is a day for everything. However call it, or through some gifted senior havé momentous a point has seemed, the fluctua- felt its influence; a world with some sense tions of thought have passed it by for good of stability still lingering about its institu-' and all in the particular phase which stirred tions, and yet a world of fancy and romance, bis sympathies. He leaves the world differ- of Wordsworth's poetry and Scott's novels, ent from what he found it. The wonder and where the art of good talking at least grows that the working period of one life was a living accomplishment - an excellent should witness changes so vital; and reflec- world, in fact, in spite of what the young tion forces fifty years into very impressive people might think of it, for prosperous dimensions. There are times when the dif-well-to-do men and women. For this class ference between then and now, both in the we cannot see that progress has done much. face of things and in the pervading tone of They have lost a sense of monopoly in a thought, strikes him as something prodi- good many things where monopoly, by congious,
stituting the distinction, constituted a good We may realise this by considering what share of the happiness. We cannot wona perplexing, uncongenial, unfamiliar world der that long memories here are slow to our children would find the first twenty recognise any change for the better, any years of this century, if by any device of progress that is not a mockery of the term,