weening confidence, has assumed in reality the leadership in Germany which his predecessors have so long claimed. He may also have prepared great misfortunes for his country; but the justice of Heaven is slow; the seizure of Silesia remains unpunished, and meanwhile no kaiser will venture again to summon the German princes to his stirrup without, at least, a cordial previous agreement with Berlin. These are great results for Prussia, enough, at least, to convince her that if she did not misjudge, she at least underrated the squire so suddenly raised to the helm. The truth would seem to be that Herr von Bismark belongs to that order of which the Napier family are the best English examples, men of the true Gascon stamp, whose boasting covers courage and not the absence of it, who talk loudly, but whose performance falls only short of their talk, who can be insolent when excited, but whose insolence is based, not upon pride, but on a conscious sense of power.

compelled either to imitate Prussia or to see her rival outstrip her in the race for German favor. The Prussians fired up as all nations fire up at the prospect of aggrandizement; the wrongs of the Parliament were condoned; the press was placed in irons without opposition, and it is doubtful still whether the loans which the government must have raised during the war will not be sanctioned perforce almost without discussion. Finally, Herr von Bismark gratified to the quick the national pride of Germany by meeting threats of foreign interference by an attitude of cool defiance. France appeared, to the public eye at least, uncertain, and England was avowedly hostile to the invasion of Denmark, but Herr von Bismark moved his troops on without attending to either. It is probable that he knew privately how little he had to fear, how difficult it was for Napoleon to break at once with the little powers of Germany and the cry People tell us very gravely and solemnly of the nationalities, how strong allies Germa- that the influence of persons is dying, and ny had in England in Mr. Gladstone and the Tennyson, with Louis Napoleon on the throne, court. But externally his attitude was one sings how the individual withers, and the world of resistance to external influence in a domes- this single man has done. He has visibly grows more and more; " yet look what tic question, an appeal to that imperial feel- retarded the revolution, has driven back the ing which lies so close to the heart of every current which was setting in all over Europe great nationality. Since Rosbach, the Ger- towards freedom. It is not yet two years mans had never felt so keenly how great they since every country in Europe except Russia really were. Austria and Prussia united, became nominally constitutional, since the Denmark invaded, Napoleon silenced, resuscitation of Poland was a visible possiPalbility, since the pope was asking an asylum merston defied, Sweden bidden to retreat,in Malta, and Greece was about to strike the Germans felt proud of themselves and of note of general Turkish revolt. Setting aside each other; and nations pardon all to those phrases, how stands it now? Poland is who make them great abroad. Had James II. crushed to the ground, the pope is as strong but maintained the foreign policy of Crom- as ever; the only free State of the North has well, the mob, at least, would never have disappeared; the Greek revolution has ended shouted about the dispensing power. Nor in a fiasco; the constitution has ceased in Prussia and become powerless in Austria, can we deem the Germans altogether in the and three men, heads of three of those ancient wrong. Success is not the test of statesman- royal houses which for generations have so ship, for government requires moral quali- burdened Europe, are independent masters of ties, but it is of ability; and Prussians who a million and a half of trained soldiers, of a see such results attained are right in believ- conscription which can replace them, of the ing that he who attains them is at least an public wealth, taxes, duties, and monopolies through two-thirds of territorial Europe, and able man. Nor, judging from their point more than one-half its population. And all of view, can we pronounce the premier this has occurred simply because the Prussian wholly without a claim to the gratitude of Court has called to its aid a man who, devoted those who can bear to postpone the national to reactionary ideas, has the brains to discover freedom to the national status. Prussia had means which may be effectively used on their fallen very low; the belief in the artificial behalf, and the evil audacity to use them character of its strength was very general, without dread of results. All this success and the doubts as to its army infected the is temporary, for principles never die, and people themselves. In twelve months Herr nations survive statesmen; but "a time" in von Bismark has vindicated her claim to be history involves sometimes a generation, and one of the first powers of Europe, has chang- for "a time" Europe has no more formided the depression of the army into an over-able enemy than Herr von Bismark.

From The N. Y. Evening Post.
MRS. HOWARTH'S POEMS.

Alas! no resurrection day shall ope

The earthly gates of light and life to them. Are those grim ghosts, in winding-sheet and shroud,

Which haunt at midnight hour those silent aisles,

That like a spectre passes through the crowd, And while its pale, sad face is wreathed with smiles,

Is thinking of the graves?

A VOLUME of poetry published by Willis P. Hazard, of Philadelphia, under the title, "The Wind Harp and other Poems," by Ellen Clemantine Howarth, comes to us in-One-half so lonely as the spirit proud vested with a peculiar interest. The author, whose maiden name was Doran, and who now lives in Trenton, New Jersey, was born in Cooperstown, N. Y., thirty-seven years ago. Her parents were Irish, and at the age of seven years she was placed in a factory, working in such establishments in different cities till about eighteen years of age. Marrying a laboring man, she has since then been obliged to work at chair-bottoming to aid in providing for the scanty expenses of her humble household.

When a factory girl, she studied at nightschools and devoted all the intervals of her daily labor to reading; and this has been her only education. In writing her poetry she seems to evince what, we suppose, is often commonly called the "poetic afflatus." The theme will be suggested suddenly, and she must needs sit down at once and fix the passing idea in rapid rhyme, or it is gone. After it is once down, there is no revision attempted; and the printer has the first unaltered manuscript.

In the present volume, amid some inferior strains and some pardonable repetitions of thought or expression, which might have been avoided by a competent revision, we find many verses of remarkable beauty. The poems are all short,—mere strains of delicate sentiment from a woman's heart. Many of them are tinted with the quiet-almost morbid-melancholy which so often marks the writings of those who feel their position in life is not such as to afford them scope for their finer ambitions. Of such is

AMONG THE GRAVES.

Among forgotten graves

I, too, have wandered oft at midnight hour,
But not where o'er white stones the willow waves,
Or incense floats from nightly breathing flower;
But o'er the lonely graves in mine own heart,
Where love and friendship hath been buried
long,

Where names are traced by sorrow's sculpture art
That never yet were breathed in jest or song;
'Tis here, forgotten by the careless throng,
I muse among the graves.

Here lies my buried hope,

With girlhood faith torn from its fragile stem,

There is no weary heart,

It matters not how reckless it hath been,
But 'mid its desert life hath left apart

Some little spot which tears keep fresh and
green,-

The memory of some little golden head
Laid on that heart to still its passions strong,
Some early love, whose tender sweetness shed
A charm that lives through sorrow, sin, and

wrong,

And 'mid the loudest laugh, the wildest song,
Reminds us of the dead.

In the poem below-" My Kingdom "we see how a lively imagination forgets, in dreams at least, the trammels of homely life, the unpoetic duties of which fall to the share of a laboring man's wife; the idea is the same as that expressed in Whittier's" Maud Müller : ”—

"Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls
Stretched away into stately halls.”
MY KINGDOM.

I sit alone in the gathering gloom,
And wave my sceptre, a fairy wand,
And lo! in an instant my little room
Is changed to a kingdom grand.
There are palace walls,
And a crowd of kneeling subjects near:
And stately halls,
And a royal crown on my brown hair falls;

For I am a monarch here.

I wave my wand, and the ages rise,
And all that is beautiful, great, or wise,
Like the dreams of youth, on the morning air,
Is borne to my kingdom fair;
And the wisdom page

Of the pagan sage,

And the Druid priest with his mystic lore,
And the relics of former age,

Are found on the earth once more.

I wave my wand, and the Indian isles
Have brought their treasures to deck my
throne;

For I rule where eternal summer smiles,
And where winter was never known.
And the sanguine sports

Of the savage courts,

Like a panorama's page I see;

Kings, castles, and kingdoms, fields and forts,
Are called and they come to me.

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Now, canst thou hear from thy home in the skies, For the young are falling round us like the fall

In that kingdom of light, with its cities of Fall with a troubled spirit, with the falling of

POETRY.-Satisfaction, 386. The Brave at Home, 386. The Angels in the House, 386.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Dr. Cureton, the Syriac Scholar, 409. Effects of Tobacco on the Heart, 409. Cotton in Italy, 409. M. Jules Janin, 427. The three hundredth Anniversary of the Printing of the first Book in Moscow, 427. Paper manufactured from Maize-leaves, 427. St. Paul's Cathedral, in London, and English Artists, 427.

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