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living a most penurious life, and contributing less than would so many mechanics to the revenue of the country, in order that they may return in later life to England, there to spend what they have wrung from the soil of Victoria or New South Wales. The occupation of the whole of the crown lands by squatters has prevented the making of railways to be paid for in land on the American system. But the chief of all the evils connected with squatting is the tendency to the accumuiation in a few hands of all the land and all the pastoral wealth of the country—an extreme danger in the face of democratic institutions, such as those of Victoria and New South Wales.-Greater Britain, Part III., Chap. 4.

EXTENT OF THE GREATER BRITAIN.

The countries ruled by a race whose very scum and outcasts have founded empires in every portion of the globe even now consist of over 9,500,000 square miles and contain a population of 300,000,000 of people. Their surface is five times as great as that of the empire of Darius, and four and a half times as large as the Roman empire at its greatest extent. It is no exaggeration to say that in power the English countries would be more than a match for the remaining nations of the world. No possible series of events can prevent the English race itself, a century hence, from numbering 300,000,000 of human beings of one national character and one tongue.

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ultimate future of any one section of our race is of little moment by the side of its triumph as a whole; but the power of English laws and English principles of government is not merely an English question. Its continuance is essential to the freedom of mankind.Greater Britain, Part IV., Chap. 23.

DIMITRY, CHARLES PATTON, an American.

journalist, novelist, and poet, son of the Hon. Alexander Dimitry of New Orleans, was born at Washington, D. C., July 31, 1837. He was educated at Georgetown College, from which he received the degree of M.A. in 1867. During the Civil War he was a private in the Louisiana Guard, Confederate Army. He was afterward connected with many prominent papers in the larger cities of the United States-Richmond, Washington, Baltimore, New York, New Orleans. His writings, both prose and poetry, have appeared under various names," Braddock Field" and "Tobias Guarnerius, Jr.," being his most familiar pseudonyms. Of his novels, the best known is The House in Balfour Street (1868). He also wrote Guilty or Not Guilty (1864); Angela's Christmas (1865); and The Alderly Tragedy (1866). "His

works," says J. Wood Davidson, writing more particularly of Mr. Dimitry's novels, “are all distinctly able, and all clearly above the popular novels of the day; there is nothing commonplace, or flimsy, or feeble, about any of them." Among his poems is the following:

VIVA ITALIA.

[On the departure of the Austrians from Venice, 1860.]

Haste! open the gate, Giulia,

And wheel me my chair where the sun

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May fall on my face while I welcome
The sound of the life-giving gun!
The Austrian leaves with the morning,
And Venice hath freedom to-day!
Viva! Evivva Italia'
Viva il Re !

Would God that I were only younger
To stand with the rest on the street,
To fling up my cap on the Mola,

And the tricolor banner to greet!
The gondolas girl-they are passing;
And what do the gondoliers say?
Viva! Evivva Italia!

Viva il Re !

Oh, cursed be these years, and this weakness,
That shackle me here in my chair,
When the people's loud clamor is rending
The chains that once made them despair!
So young when the Corsican sold us
So old when the Furies repay !—
Viva! Evivva Italia!

Viva il Re !

Not these were the cries when our fathers
The gonfalon gave to the breeze,
When Doges sate solemn in council,
And Dandolo harried the seas!
But the years of the future are ours,
To humble the pride of the gray :—
Viva! Evivva Italia!

Viva il Re !

Bring, girl, from your closet

The sword that your ancestor bore
When Genoa's prowess was humbled,
Her galleys beat back from our shore!

O great Contareno! your ashes

To Freedom are given to-day!

Viva! Evivva Italia!

VOL. VIII.-14

Viva il Re !

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