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ther-whither?-is the question ever lous note of music, aroused my curiosity. suggested. The bleak, cutting wind, I opened a window, and bending forward, the driving snow, the wet pavements, tried to discover in the shadowy gloom the stern, dark, proud mansions of the beneath, what a knot of vagabond boys rich, sometimes closed as the gates of and men had found for the hour's brutal Paradise, at others, shining and illusive amusement. Diagonally opposite was in their light, as the palaces of fairy- a house of entertainment, -an oyster land; the

temples of pleasure or infa- shop, or cellar, I believe,-before which my-places of idle or degrading traffic flared a large, revolving lamp, that -the hovels of unmitigated, hopeless threw a strong light on the street wretchedness—the hoarse, brutal mirth around. Two or three half-famished of drunken savages—the mad laugh of and ragged men were looking on with fallen woman—the whine of importu- stolid indifference, at about a dozen boys, nate beggar—the hungry gaze of rag- filthy and scant of clothing, with faces ged, shivering wanderer—the shrill prematurely haggard with misery and wail of neglected, or houseless child— lined with vice, who were clapping, the yelping howl of the half-starved, shouting, and leaping like imps of darkslouching dog—the sobbing, panting ness, about a woman, in a light, thin hack, unable to spring, even when the gown, having a tambourine in her hand, lash cuts his quivering flesh—the loud which she twirled and struck from time prancing tread, and deep, steady roll of to time, while executing as well as she the horses and carriages of luxurious was able, on the slippery pavement, the wealth, bearing the sons and daughters steps of some nondescript dance. She of opulence, unheeding all but their frequently lost her balance, and it was own short dream of pleasure, -unite at each stagger, or fall, that the yells in a portentous whole, over which we of applause and mockery became loudpause breathless, and whisper to our est. The good Dogberrys and their own souls—Is this the world as Al- satellites of the city, were no doubt mighty Benevolence has decreed? Is snugly snoozing out the inclement it thus to remain, with its awful pre- night in their warm houses, so that these dominance of contagious and reproduc- wretched creatures continued undising evil? or when, and how, will come turbed in their squalid riot. the mysterious, the unsearchable, the Sing, sing !" bellowed the biggest unimaginable End?

boys, “sing, as well as dance, you After returning late one December French .!" night from an evening party, I retired But I cannot put down the vile verto my room in the Hotel; and nacular of our streets. I am incompethrowing aside part of my dress, in the tent, as well as unwilling, to record the weariness of a satiated spirit, sat down grossness of these miserable beings, enveloped in a robe de chambre oppo- for the amusement of the pure and insite a bright fire that cheerily blazed nocent. And the woman sang, or raup, throwing through the apartment, ther shrieked : tuneless the sounds and over the furniture, its warm, ruddy were, except when a chance note of rare glow, delightfully contrasted with the melody told how richly that voice chill, damp, sleety

streets, I had left a might once have revelled in harmony. moment before. Trimming my lamp, German waltzes, Spanish, French roI opened a pleasant volume of romance, mances, were tried in succession, withnot feeling inclined to severer study; out exhausting the demands of her auand becoming interested in the story, dience. She stopped, panting with some time passed unnoted. The sounds exertion, cold as the night was, and of those going to and from the different thinly as her garments covered her. chambers near me, had ceased, and all She spoke something which did not seemed wrapped in the repose of mid- reach my ear ; though I had no difficulty night. Just then, some brawlers be- in conjecturing it, when one of the neath my windows, which opened on crew poured out of a can something she the street, commenced hallooing, swear- took, and swallowed with avidity. ing, clapping hands, and with various Again she leaped forth, poised on one discordant noises put to flight complete- foot, twirled round and round, flung up ly the visions my novelist had conjured her tambourine, struck it boldly to her

renewed song, and again I recognized Laughter, mingled with execrations, the father's favorite—“ Die Gedanken and above all occasionally a wild tremu- sind frey, wir kan si ser rathen !" But

about me.

no music was there : a raven croak, a sumption. I had immediately written „squeaking trill, had succeeded to the to her uncle to come for her, if he mellifluous gushes of melody that float- could, but before my letter was answered in my memory fresh and thrillingly ed, I had followed Clotilde to the grave. clear, as when first breathed in the sa When I first visited her, she did not loon by the fair blue Rhine.

recollect me; but when reminded of “ This time, at least," I said, spring- my former introduction to her notice, ing up," she shall not escape me.” her heart was touched with early me

Throwing aside my dressing-gown mories, and tears, the first, perhaps, and slippers, my coat and boots were those faded eyes had ever shed,--tears on in a moment. Down I rushed, and hot and bitter, -fell slowly, one by one, nearly upset a sleepy waiter, who was on her clasped hands. After some .standing ready to close the hotel doors weeks of constant intercourse, in which for the night. “Come,” said I, “my I exerted myself to the best of my lad, follow me.”

ability to comfort and soothe the poor I was in the street, and in that in- creature, and lead back her passionstant a wild scream, ending in a pro- tossed and guilt-stained mind, through tracted groan, burst from the midst of the blessed and ever open portal of rethe squalid group towards which I ran. pentance, into a condition better beseemPushing them aside, I saw the poor ing that of her fast sinking frame-a woman had, in finishing her dance, fal- task in which the voiceless eloquence len, and they told me her leg was bro- of The Book wherein I sought the ken. I desired some of the loungers best and only effectual aid, performed to help us with her to the door of the by far the greater part)—she expressed Hotel. At the slightest motion she a desire that I should listen to a short shrieked in agony, but we carried her account of her life since our meeting in up the steps into the hall; and there, by-gone years. It is impossible to conthe master of the house, disturbed by vey the grace or pathos of her own the unusual bustle, met me, and civilly words to paper, but as nearly as I can, inquired why she was not taken to the I will relate it as she told me ; not reHospital-he could not have his house peating the first part of her story, made a repository for beggars, or which has been already slightly but worse.” “Never mind," I whispered, sufficiently detailed. and satisfied him for the time. One of “ Leaving all that early time, Mr. the gentlemen lodgers was a skillful H-, to be spoken of no more, let surgeon; he had heard the confusion, me tell you why my life became so emand came down also to learn the cause of bittered after my marriage. Rosenfeld the unusual noise. The necessary ar- loved me with the passionate energy of ticles were soon procured; the limb set his nature; but it was as his amuseand bandaged ; part of her clothes ment in hours of relaxation ; as the changed; and the miserable sufferer graceful mistress of his household ; as placed in a comfortable bed. I engag- the jewelled idol of his pride. He ed one of the housemaids to sit up with never confided in me—he never trusted her; and from time to time I went my- me; his schemes, his busy schemes self to the room, to see how she was were never unfolded to me; nor was I resting. Next morning Mr. Boniface called on for sympathy or opinion. I insisted she should be taken away ; and could but now and then detect the reindeed the surgeon advised the city Hos- sult of some half heard conversation pital as the best place for attendance and with his confidants ; the machinery comfort. I went there, and obtained was all a mystery.

There was no an apartment separate from the other equality of interests. I longed to know patients ; found a steady, sober nurse; and to advise. I had perhaps a little engaged the sympathies of the physi- too much of an inquisitive nature, and cians in my protégée's favor; and saw rated too highly my own powers of inher safely transferred to the care of tellect, which, it most deeply mortified those respectable persons, with tolera- me to find, were overlooked, or worse, ble hope of her speedy restoration to despised by Rosenfeld. His conversahealth, and ameliorated prospects for tion never went beyond a few caressing the future.

epithets. My poor Fido, my little But the days of Clotilde were num- greyhound, was treated upon more bered. She was then far gone in con- equal terms by me, than was his wife

by Rosenfeld. Luigi staid a good deal was still untamably wilful and proud. at the villa. Stories ran, and laughs The demon in me was yet unsubdued. annoyed me, about Rosenfeld's solicitous My own parents were dead. I knew attendance at the soirées of Prince my uncle Otho was morose, and, as I in M-'s acknowledged mistress. I my insane impiety regarded him, overwas piqued, if not jealous. Jealous I scrupulous in religion. Oh, I could never could not have been, for I did not love --so I thought-have lived through his him enough to be thoroughly jealous. years of homilies! I was indeed frenWhen the first affections of a warm zied! No fortune-my inheritance left heart are thrown back on itself, they bound up in that sullen uncle's keeping soon cool, and die away, almost unper -a prey to serpent griefs and vulture ceived by the possessor. Luigi was memories which I vainly strove to useful to me-necessary as a compan- defy or forget-stung but not healed by ion; we were of the same age, the that unchastened remorse which relisame tastes--I never thought of harm, gion has not yet made repentance-the but indeed Luigi did; he was still la- superadded fear of that hideous Lamenting of the wrong he was doing, baure, and his claim on me, had surely while I saw nothing wrong in our na- disordered my brain! I gathered up tural friendship and daily association. some remaining jewels, sold them, and It would have been easy to have repuls- fled to your country. In England, I ed Luigi ; wildly as he loved me, I had believed I should be discovered and but to command, and be obeyed. He answered. Well, I surely thought my would have gone, and I need never fine voice would have gained me enhave descended from my palmy height trance into your theatres. But now for him. But I did not. --God knows there was no one to speak for me, no why I fled with him ! I have often one to push me on.

The managers thought how little I understood myself. could hardly venture to trust their own I believed it was love. Oh, Mr. H opinions, and those called to judge, I never loved !-never, as I am sure I were prejudiced, or had favorites of was capable of loving ! Rosenfeld their own to bring forward. I was yet might have been the object of my handsome, what could I do?-somehow heart's enthusiasm, but then he must people saw very bad things in my face. have pursued a different system with I fell in with some needy Italians, we

No, I never loved, as I have used to sing in little mean concerts for heard, and seen, and read of love, and small pittances. I had not much chaas I have been loved, Mr. H-; for racter to lose, but when one young Rosenfeld and Luigi each poured out man proposed marriage to me, I thought the full treasure of their hearts, as well it better than having neither name nor as they knew how-as much as they protection. Ah! he was a wicked, in their natures, could feel, and express cruel, vile wretch ; he had none but base of devotion ; but it was not the wealth and black designs in marrying me. He of love I wanted, and which alone was idle and selfish, and would live would content my unregulated and pas- easy and well, and I should be his slave sionate imagination.

in any way, and earn money for him, "Day after day, I discovered how no matter how. I rebelled-he was weakly I had flung away reputation and savage—there,” she continued, uncovpeace, for one whom I felt inferior to ering her neck, "he once stabbed me myself, that is, inferior in acquirements, with a stiletto — go, woman,' he would in intellect, in strength of mind, and say, 'sing, dance, do anything, but bring firmness of purpose--but oh, far sur me money.' And for what, Mr. H passing in deep tenderness, in good. I will tell you. He was several years ness of heart, in everything amiable and younger than I; of course he cared not sincere. It is for Luigi I most mourn for me ; but my toil, my shame, was to -and the fate I brought him to. I re- assist in supporting a young girl he proproach myself less about Rosenfeld. fessed to love exceedingly. He bought He might have made me a different old Battista's organ-Battista was her

I was plastie beneath his father, and a kind man. He went hands, but he would not take the pains around with me from place to place; to mould my capacities to the forms of all I earned he took from me, scarcely beauty and truth he idealized in others. allowing me food or common clothing.

“When I met young Sand in Paris, I So at last I was sick-very ill of fever;

me.

woman.

more.

and being as he thought very nearly am so fragile, I who used to be a great, dead, he gathered up all he could find, stout, coarse, bold woman, trudging left our poor room, and I never saw him through heat and cold; strong, but with

Thank God! the master was a breaking heart! Send me now that gone, the slave got better; but still old meek gentle-spoken priest who has feeble, with scarce sufficient clothing already been so kind to me. What betfor decency, I could not, as once, draw ter proof could there be of the divinity around me my poor street audience. I of that religion to which I have been used to live strangely for those last led by so rough and burning a path of summer months. Do you believe, Mr. sin and suffering, than that it could give H-, for weeks I lived in the fields near peace to a spirit like mine, and teach some houses in the suburbs; slept at me even to contemplate with comnight among some clustering bushes, posure that event which, in spite of and begged here and there for a crust your kindly meant encouragements and through the day. But winter came at efforts, I know to be now so near.” last. A Frenchman one day travelling In a few days after this sad narration, with a basket of toys, gave me an old Clotilde did indeed pass away, like a tambourine. With that novelty, for some dying note of her own soft music. weeks I have renewed my efforts to en I have since more than once heard tertain my former friends of the street; the air and the words “ Die Gedanken with what success you can but too well Sind Frey;"—what feelings they have understand. Oh that night that dreary the power to stir up within my heart, dark freezing night when you rescued the reader can but faintly imagine, from me from my long, long years of punish- the cold and imperfect medium of the ment!

narrative in which I have attempted to “I am exhausted now Mr. H-;I explain their origin.

MR. MATHEWS'S “POEMS ON MAN."*

A New book of poetry-so new, in- and freshness of its own, vigorous in deed, that though the early sheets have its very rudeness and immaturity, tobeen placed in our hands by a friend of gether with a certain earnest spirit of the author, it cannot yet, as a book, be Americanism which comes to us like a said to have any present existence for breath of new life, of the west wind the public,--any other than a future and from our own lofty fast-rooted Ameriprospective being,-a shadow cast be- can mountains, over the stagnant vapors fore of a coming volume,-a refracted of the East—the East whence blows view of an approaching duodecimo, not that sirocco so deadly to American enyet risen above the common level of ergy. the horizon to the universal gaze,-be There are topics in this volume ing as yet, if we may be allowed to which may have been written of more quote and apply in our own way one of eloquently by others, by Emerson in its own lines,

his so called prose lectures, which lack

nothing of poetry but the name; but the “Unbadged, unbonneted, unbound.” reader will not often find a more honest

assertion of the true claims of that We will call it a new volume, too, which constitutes the element of all with other warrant for this, the highest poetry, springing up from the depths of praise of any book, if it be true, than the human heart and looking with a the publishers' imprint of the present capacious eye upon all human things ; year. It has, even in the midst of of that wisdom which is the offspring faults neither few nor small, an un- of love, and that sympathy of the unperequivocal originality and young force verted heart which has no prejudices,

•Poems on Man, in his various aspects under the American Republic, by CORNELIUS MATHEWS, author of“ Motley Book,'' “ Behemoth,” “ Puffer Hopkins, &c., 12mo. pp. 112. New York : Wiley & Putman, 1843.

no indifference, but cherishes all with “ Be stirred or still, as prompts thy beatmanly affection, from the nation to the ing heart ! fireside,-a clearer declaration of the Out of thy slumbering calmness there vantage ground in the scale of human shall climb, ity of the American citizen. So would

Spirits serene and true against the speak the Genius of the State. It is That trumpets men to an heroic part;

time the clear outlook of a man of the pre- And motion shall confirm thee, rough or sent, confident and assured of the true

mild principles of his country, and the rights

For the full sway that unto thee beon which he takes his ground, and

longs, “looking before and after,” with a wise In the still house, or ’mid the massy! glance of love towards the past, with a throngs prescient elastic hope towards the fu- of life-thou gentle and thou sovereign ture. It is a book conceived in such a

Child !" vein as the country at this timeneeds, to assure the timid, give new hopeful

The next piece is entitled “ The Falanguage to the despondent, and ani- ther,” and is as complete a piece of mate all. It breathes freely in the open new-world-ism as could well be written. air of the wide republic-not of that We will not do it the injustice of a choking atmosphere where age, and paraphrase, but give the reader the

whole. disappointment, and sloth, and indifference, sit muttering in their prison house “ Behold thyself renewed ? But think not of despair. Of croaking we have had there enough, and enough of dilletantism A slave or suppliant lies; nor on him bow and proprieties and a decencies forev- Thy curious looks, as if another heir er," and foreign toryism, and English Had sprung lo bear about thy civil brow opinion, and the whole wasting brood. In public streets—thy sober suit to wear Let us have, if we can, such an image

In all things to obey, in all to trustof rural life, of men in cities, of fathers, And when thy time has past and his ensons, statesmen, artists, poets, as the sues, wide area of the land should reflect in

Ape-like to track the downward in the

dust. the broad shield of the state. for the novelty of the thing, let us see See, rather, from the little lids look out what inspiration there may be in Ameri A soul distinct and sphered, its own can citizenship.

true star, The Poet's lyre is an instrument of Shining and axled for a separate way, many strings, embracing the whole Be its young orbits courses near or far.

His little hands uplifted for his right compass of human life

To have an individual life allowed «« Twas sad by fits, by starts, twas wild — Implore of men, of men, from thee the first, And now it courted love, now raving

The freedom by his birth-right hour called on hate."

bestowed. We have here every variety of sub- Check not, nor hamper with an idle chain, ject and emotion. To commence with

With customs harsh, of a loose leisure the beginning-We are first introduced with habitudes of craft, of health or pain

grown, to the Child, as the new hope of hu

The youngling life that asks to be its manity, the prophet of the commonwealth. It is not the beauty of infancy His early friend, his helper and his guide, by which our author is attracted (though To stay his hold upon the rugged wayhe has a word for this), or its depen- Turn not that life-branch from the sun or dence, its repose, its gentle weakness, shade aside, ministering to the pride of man, but its But in heaven's breezes, rather let it latent authority. Tennyson would stop go astray. to fondle the ringlets, arrange the silk- Be thou a heaven of truth and cheerful en coverlet, and most charmingly com

hope, pliment the nurse. Mr. Mathews has

Clear as the clear, round midnight at none of this melodious luxuriousness. It is not his element. His mind seeks And he, the earth beneath that elder broad generalities. He looks through copethe boy to the man, from the man to And each 'gainst each for highest mase

tery pulli

If only

own:

its full;

the state ;

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