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cle, to speculate on the position and circum- strength remains ? Not so; for to surmount stances of Franklin and his party. We may, a stupendous Alpine peak, or plant the Enghowever, state, that it is the opinion of eminent lish flag on Polar snows, are alike based on Arctic voyagers, that until the autumn of 1819 the acquisition of fame. no apprehensions need exist respecting the fate

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise of the party from starvation. In a letter from

To scorn delights and live laborious days. Sir James Ross to Sir Edward Parry, written in the course of last year, Sir James Nor will Franklin abandon the struggle

says, alluding to Franklin and Crozier :

with mighty icebergs and thick-ribbed ice, as

long as the smallest chance of obtaining the “Their last letters to me from Whalefish much-desired prize remains. It is recorded, Islands, the day previous to their departure that when attempts were made to dissuade Sir from them, inform me that they have taken on Martin Frobisher from engaging the discovery board provisions for three years on full allow- of a North-west passage, he answered, “ It is ance, which they could extend to four years the only thing in the world that is left yet unwithout any serious inconvenience; so that we done, whereby a notable mind might be made may feel assured they cannot want from that famous and fortunate." cause until after the middle of July 1849; it Let us hope, however, that the effort may therefore does not appear to me at all desirable not be rashly prolonged. If the leaders were to send after them until the spring of next youths instead of veterans grown old and wise, year.”

we might almost sy in the icy regions of the It is a remarkable fact, and one particularly Polar seas, we should tremble for the fate of cheering at this moment, that the Polar expe- the long absent party, but the case is otherditions have been attended with a singularly wise; and we are warranted, therefore, in hopslight loss of life. Out of nine despatched to ing, nay, more, in excepting, that the autumn the Arctic regions, which employed six hundred of 1849 will restore the gallant band, headed and nine officers and men, only seven persons by Sir John Franklin, to their native country. died from causes directly or indirectly connect- The Great Chief, as the Indians fondly called ed with the expeditions, although these were

him who was with Nelson amidst the thunders absent from England an average period of of Trafalgar, * and withal is so gentle as not

to crush a stinging fly — an act of forbearance There is, probably, more danger to be ap- remembered for years by the Indians, † - is prehended from the well-known energy and too dear to Englishmen to be suffered to perish zeal of the parties, than from any other cause.

amidst frozen seas; and when we contemplate Franklin left our shores feeling that the eyes the helping and willing hands now stretched of the civilized world were on him, and that forth to relieve him, we have no fears for the it was hoped and expected he would accom- result.-Fraser's Magazine. plish what our most learned hydrographers regard as feasible, although failure has characterized so many attempts to pass from the Atlan

We are well aware that some authors are of tic to the Pacific Ocean round the North coast opinion, that the genius of the ancients was suof America. Captain Fitzjames, in the last perior to that of the moderns; that things in letter received from him, expresses a hope that them which we could not tolorate in the least, he may be sent home through Siberia from have been held up as the models of perfection Behring's Strait; and adds, " Get through I and of imitation. We are willing to allow them firmly believe we shall ; nor, as we well re

great genius and great assiduity in obtaining member, was he the only one of the party who knowledge: but we are not willing to think indulged in this expectation.

that the moderns are blockheads, in comparison To compare great things with small, the po- with the Greeks or Romans. — Academician. sition of Franklin and his party is much like that of an Alpine traveller who aspires to surmount some peak untrodden by the foot of that battle.

* He was Lord Nelson's flag-midshipman during man, that lifts its rocky crest from out of path

+ Sir G. Back relates that it was the custom of less Snows and glaciers


thousands of feet Sir John Franklin never to kill a fly; and though above the vale. His track is eagerly and anx teased by them beyond expression, especially when iously followed by aching eyes, longing to see

engaged in taking observations, he would quietly

desist from his work and patiently blow the half gorgthe intrepid adventurer's flag wave on the dizzy ed insects from his hands. This was remembered by point. He knows this, and is well aware that

the Indians, who, when they saw Back killing the

flies by the wholesale process of smoke, exclaimed, if he succeeds his fame will be heralded abroad.

“The great chief never destroyed so much as one Will he abandon his enterprise as long as single musquito."

three years.

Translated for the Daguerreotype.


was a

During the early portion of my residence in derstood; thou art, like champagne, of excluParis, I lived in a court of cloister-like ap- sively French growth ; but here, where all pearance, which is formed by two rows of lof- sing thy songs, the porter and the pensioner, ty houses. It is called the “* Passage Violet.” | the student and the grisette,-here one learns Close by, separated from us only by a project to know and to love thee. ing house, à stream of human beings was Such thoughts frequently came across me, perpetually pouring along the winding “Rue while the organ was playing in the court; and du Faubourg Poissonière,” but the Passage the other inhabitants of the Passage Violet Violet was as still and as solitary as a desert seemed to feel the influence of Beranger no island. Even the summer sun, which in Paris less than myself. The tailor's apprentices is so prodigal and beneficent, would not have who were at work in the basemment joined much to do with the Passage Violet ; it paid in the chorus, and the little grisette who us a short half-hour's visit in the morning, sewed in the attic of the opposite house about the same time as the old-clothes man, wrapped a sous in a large piece of white paand the organ-grinder, and was then seen no per and threw it at the feet of the old balladmore during the whole day. But that visit singer. welcome

one; if I was sitting at break One morning, while I was under the benign fast, and the first ray fell upon my book influence of the sunshine, the “ Dieu des bons or my paper, it immediately dispelled “the gens," and my breakfast, Venedey entered blues” which had cast their shadows, reflected my room, and asked if I would accompany him from the dark buildings around, over my soul. to pay a visit to Beranger, at Passy. BeranI opened the window, looked across to my ger in his cottage ! a far more pleasant sight old friend and neighbor Venedey, who there than Victor Hugo in the chamber of peers, indited his brilliant “ Correspondence” for and I heartily thanked my friend for his offer. several of the German papers, and prepared At Paris it is a singular piece of good forto go out. In the meanwhile the organ droned tune to be able to make the acquaintance of forth its melancholy tones; the old ballad- any one who enjoys the celebrity of Beranger. singer coughed and began with a loud voice, For as every travelling Englishman and Ger" Le Dieu des bons gens :

man endeavors to force an entrance into the

company of celebrated men, they have been Il est un Dieu ; devant lui je m'incline,

obliged to deny themselves to strangers altoPauvre et content, sans lui demander rien, De l'univers observant la machine,

gether. Victor Hugo lives within triple, imJ'y vois du mal, et n'aime que le bien.

pregnable walls; Lamenais gives cards of ad

mission (laisez passer) to his friends; and it is Every day I heard the same song, and still I so difficult to gain admittance to the presence loved to hear it. I thought of him who wrote of George Sand, that a French writer, who it, Beranger. What a blessing for a nation wished to see the authoress of Leila, was to possess a poet who speaks to all classes of obliged to disguise himself as a chimneythe community, who invites the poorest and sweeper. the meanest to the feast which he pre It was on a beautiful morning that we pares, a feast for the enjoyment of which one passed along the Boulevards on our way to thing only is needed, a human heart. And Passy. In front of the coffee-houses fashionblessed is the poet who speaks especially to able young men sipped their coffee ; carriages the

poor, and tells them, that for them too life and wagons rolled by and between them, like still has hope and joy; who encourages the some strange monsters; huge omnibuses paintheavily laden to bear their burden cheerfully. ed in the most glaring colors ; troops of solBeranger, thought I, thy world is but a nár-diers passed along with drums beating, trirow one, but it is beautiful; thy song is a color flags fluttering, and bayonets glittering small one, and, like the Alpine horn, has but in the sun ; pedestrian tradesmen proclaimed few notes ; but they are clear and pure, and aloud the wares which they had for sale ; peas are equally well adapted to the dance and to ant-girls offered their freshest bouquets; dressthe battle-field ; they can chant the glory of makers tripped along with their japanned the emperor or sing the charms of Lisette. band-boxes, and old gentlemen led their sick Beranger, out of France thou art but little un-poodles, for a walk, by red ribands. We

passed through the gardens of the Tuileries, I it was a sweet picture of peace and tranquil where the orange blossoms scented the air, enjoyment. and all the children of Paris appeared to be It was the period of the first meeting of the pursuing their sports. The white marble stat- Prussian assembly, which was in a great measues stood out in bold relief from the dark ure engrossing public attention at Paris; and, foliage of the chestnuts, and the fountains after the first compliments had passed, we gushed, and seemed to whisper that they had immediately fell into political conversation. enough to do to wash out all the blood which “What are the news from Germany ?” asked had flowed upon this spot.

the old man ; “what is Berlin doing ? what Thus we reached the Champs Elysées, the is the first nation of the world about ? "_" The green

wood within the walls of Paris, whose first nation of the world !” exclaimed Veneavenues are thronged by bearded horsemen dey, “ that is a title wbich Frenchmen can and amazons in long flowing babits. Once with give only to France.” Beranger smiled : out the walls of Paris, we soon reached Passy, “By no means; the first nation of the world which is built on the side of a gentle accliv. are undoubtedly the Germans. I hear it, ity; it wears the appearance of a poorer fau- and read it everywhere. The orators of Berbourg, and has small houses and narrow lin say so every day, and even the French ill-paved streets. The best thing which Passy newspapers tell us that Germany is on the possesses is the view of the immense“ Champ point of presenting a sublime spectacle to de Mars,” which stretches along on the oppo- mankind. We poor Frenchmen are quite set site bank of the Seine.

aside, and the only question is, whether GerWe stopped at one of the small houses, and many will permit us to continue to be the knocked at a door which was on a level with second nation of the continent.”.

By the the street. Several voices bade us enter, and ironical tone in which you speak, replied we soon stood within a small cheerful room, Venedey, it is easy to see that you are conthrough the open window of which green vine scious of still being the first nation and that leaves were peeping in. A good-humored old you cannot reconcile yourself to the idea of gentleman, with a velvet cap upon his head, any other people being equal to you, advancwas sitting at a table, with a hearty breakfast ing, as it were, in the same line. and a bottle of wine before him. An old

The ironical expression disappeared from lady, whose wrinkled face still bore the traces Beranger's face. Pardon,” he cried, “an

old man who cannot divest himself of the reof former beauty, sat opposite to him, and a young man was reading a newspaper aloud. collections of old times. I assure you, howThe old man was Beranger; the lady was she ever, that there is no one who more sincerely who in her younger days had been celebrated wishes to behold the two most civilized naas Lisette ; the young man was one of the tions of the continent advancing hand in hand editors of the Nationel, who sought aid and towards the attainment of that liberty which counsel from the old poet.

they both stand so much in need of.”

The conversation was continued and beIt is almost unnecessary to give a descrip

A German idealist and a Frenchtion of Beranger, whose face, as he is repre

man of the school of Voltaire were engaged sented in portraits, is familiar to every one. I will only say that the medal of David d’An- from Litterness, like a quarrel between two old

in argument, but their discussion was free gers presents a perfect likeness of him. A friends. The personal appearance of the old hearty old man with a good-humored counte-songster is full of animation, and the vigor of nance, he had the appearance of a farmer who his language and even the tone of his voice is contemplating the fields wbich he has sown with corn, and finds the promise of a harvest quently forgot to follow the course of the dis

produced such an effect upon me that I freless rich than he had hoped, but yet enough to reward him for his toil.' His fine bead cussion, and only admired the old man who

had written so many

beautiful songs

and thus with its full expansive brow was crowned by a

His few locks of silvery hair ; a sarcastic smile life passed before ny mental vision.

added to the happiness of so many men. now and then played around the corners of him, goblet in hand, boldly singing against the his mouth, but soon gave way to an expression restoration, until his name was upou every of sincere philanthropy and benevolence.

tongue, and the youth of France shouted Thus Beranger stood before us in the lowly around him with delight. Then came another chamber in which he lived. The vine leaves picture. Beranger sat in his dungeon in “La hung around the window, and as they moved Force,” and gazed through the iron grating in the scarcely perceptible breeze, their chang- upon the life and bustle of the streets. ing shadows played upon the walls; altogether there came again a hot day; a black confused

came warm.

I saw


mass of human beings, half enveloped in And silent he remained during many years. smoke, defended the barricades, and the songs It is only recently that he has been induced to of Beranger were the Marseillaises of the day. give to the world a few more songs, but one of The last picture was the most lasting of all

. which is worthy of the best days of Beranger. The victory of the revolution of July bad It is a song which describes the ocean of the been gained; the wishes of the old poet seemed nations swelling and raging around the fortto have found their accomplishment. Bourbons resses of the kings. “Ces pauvres rois ils and Jesuits were expelled, and a citizen-king sat seront tous noyés !” is the sad refrain of the upon the throne. But he who was once call- song. ed “the best of republics,” bitterly disap When in the evening I returned to my pointed the hopes of France, and of all her chamber, the old man in the solitude of his patriots none regretted more than Beranger cottage was still before me; I could think of that he had been so weak as to feel enthusiasm nothing else. The window of the attic on the for Louis Philippe. Then for the first time opposite side of the street was open ; the grithe aged poet lost his good nor, and he sette who lived there came and hung up her withdrew from the society of his former asso- dress for a curtain, and, as she did so, sang ciates, who had been decorated with orders or the verses of the “ Dieu des bons gens,” which been made ministers of state. He published she had heard from the ballad-singer in the his “ Dernières Chansons,” and became si- morning. - Die Grenzboten. lent.



I do not remember to have met with a matter- | visit to a pin-manufactory, a day in a coal-mine, of-fact description of Lord Mayor's Day. Some or a dinner in the city, I venture to give a reyears ago, the late Mr. Theodore Hook pub port. And I beg to state that this is intended lished a famous story, called "The Splendid more for the amusement of my friends in quiet Annual,” in which he depicted, as he only could country nooks and corners — who hear ochave done it, the glory of the Lord Mayor casionally by a third day's paper of what is when he took possession of his office, and the going on in our great world of London — rather grandeur thereunto attached, ending with a than for those who know city dinners by heart, capital account of the indignities he endured and can look back through a long vista of many when he sunk the mayor in the citizen at the years, at the sparkling splendor of Guildhall, conclusion of his reign. Every year the papers as on our retreat from Vauxhall we cast a last come out with long lists of the viands pro- glance at the Neptune, at the end of the walk, vided upon the occasion; the quantity of ever spouting out amidst his jets and glories. tureens of turtle, “each containing three pints;"> My earliest recollections of Lord Mayor's the number of dishes of potatoes, “mashed and Day are connected with my scholarship at otherwise ;' the bottles of "sherbet,” which Merchant Taylor's. The school was once take to be the Guildhall for "Punch ;" the called “Merchant Tailors';" but I remember plates of biscuits, and the removes of game; some eighteen years ago, when instruction in enough in themselves to have emptied all the writing was first introduced there, and we had West India ships, Irish fields, Botolph Lane copies to do, with the name of the establishment warehouses, ovens, preserves, and shops gen as our motto, that our esteemed head-master, nerally, ever known or recognized. And they “Bellamy,” (for "Reverend” or Mr.” were also tell us how the Lord Mayor went, and how terms alike unknown to us) altered the orthoghe came back ; how he was joined on his re- raphy. "How will you have Tailors' spelt, turn, at the Obelisk in Fleet-street, by all the sir ?" asked Mr. Clarke, who had come from noble and distinguished personages invited to the Blue-Coat School (if I remember aright) the banquet at Guildhall; and what were the to teach us our pot-hooks and hangers. "With speeches given. But they omit the common a y, most certainly," was the answer of the place detail; and as this is something that is "Jack Gull;" for Bellamy (that I should sought after, now-a-days, whether it relates to a live to write his name thus lightly, and so treat

him without fear of an imposition ; but he sion started from the bridge. Its commencewas a goodly creature and a good scholar, and ment was difficult to determine. You saw a will forgive me) had his name inscribed over flag waving about amidst an ocean of hats, and the door of the school-room as Jac. Gul. an active gentleman on horseback riding backBellamy, B. D. Archididascalo," and from wards and forwards to clear the way. Then this abbreviation he took his cognomen amongst the flag stopped, until more flags came up the boys. And so we did not mind being from where, goodness only knows — and waved called "snips” by opposing schools, (and, mind about also. Then the sound of a distant band you, we had great fights with Mercer's and St. was heard, only the bass notes falling on the Paul's thereanent; and pitched battles in ear, in that unsatisfactory strain that reaches Little St. Thomas Apostle, and Great Knight- you when a brass band is in the next street; Rider-street) but we stuck to the y, and and at last there did appear to be an actual henceforth believed greatly in our school, and movement. Large banners that nearly blew its motto: “Parvæ res concordiâ crescunt,” the men over, preceded watermen, and “comalthough ribald minds still told us that its true panies,” and all sorts of bands played various translation was “Nine tailors make a man.” tunes as they passed under the windows, until

But I humbly beg pardon, all this time I am they were lost up Ludgate Hill, until at forgetting Lord Mayor's Day. It was to me a length came the ancient knights.” They great holiday. I had some kind friends in were the lions of the show. I had long wonBridge-street, Blackfriars, who always in- dered at them from their “effigies” in a moving vited me, on that festival, to join their party; toy I had of the Lord Mayor's Show, which and from their windows, over the little court my good father had made for me when quite a that runs from the above-named thoroughfare, little boy; and henceforth they were always into Bride-lane, I first beheld the pageant. I the chief attraction. I can now picture their look back upon those meetings now with very very style of armor, their scale surtouts and great pleasure ; enough, I hope, to excuse my awe-inspiring helmets, which reckless spirits dilating upon them in these few lines. None have since called brass blancmange moulds;" of the parties which, as a floating literary man the difficulty they had to sit upright; the imupon town, I have since been thrown up with, possibility it would have been for them to have have ever equalled them in unstrained fun and stood a course “In the name of Heaven, our honest welcome. I can recall vividly the Lady, and St. George," in the lists. But crowd in the street; the only parallel to which they were very fine. And then came the I ever saw was from the roof of Newgate, carriages, so like other toys I bought at the fair, previous to an execution ; for a mob is not par- in a long box, where the coachman had a curly ticular as to the object of its assembling. The goose's feather in his hat, and the horses dazzled visitors, and above all, the girls, at the windows with Dutch metal; then came other bands, and above; the laughter that the pieman caused the huzzas, and the mob again. It was all when he was pushed about by the crowd ; the very delightful: and nothing ever moved me hard time the applewoman had of it when she so much, not even the processions in The unadvisedly ventured into the middle of the Jeress when I first saw it. And it was very street, with the pertinacity of a half-price pit proper too. Now I am writing this very paper fruit-vender; the impudent boy who had got in the depths of the country. A wood fire is on the lamp-post and actually made faces at the flashing upon the wainscot panels of my vast policeman, knowing that he was beyond his bedroom, which are cracking, from time to time, power; the fortunate people, who, having with its heat. The air without is nipping, and possession of the door-step, looked down frosty, and dead still. A fine old bound who upon their fellows; and above all, the lucky bas chosen to domicile himself with me for the mob, whom it was the fashion in after times, be- night is lying on the rug, like a large dead fore the misery of Europe put them at a dis- hare, dreaming fitfully of by-gone chases; and count, to call the people," who had carried nothing is heard but the wheezing turret-clock the obelisk by storm, and perched themselves that sounds as if it had not been oiled since the upon every available ledge; all these things, I Reformation. It is impossible to conceive anysay, I can recall, and wish I could look at them thing more opposite to a sympathy with civic again with the same feelings of fresh enjoy- festivity than this picture : but yet I look back ment; before it was so constantly dunned, and to New Bridge-street, and Lord Mayor's Day, hammered, and reviewed, and bawled into my with the greatest gratification. I do not call ears, that "purpose" was the end of all obser- the pageant "slow" or absurd. I only think vation.

if the spirit that would suppress it, with our Well, the crowd jostled and swayed, and other institutions, had been allowed to run wilquarrelled and chafed, and at last the proces- ful riot abroad, where would our homes and

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