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tear Boston. Men got up and left
the car one after another as they do when any thing has happened. I kept my seat
until the lone women looked at each other as women do and then all rose
simultaneously, and picking up their parcels, followed then. Then I thought it
will be prudent for me to take a look out at any rate; so I told my little son
to stay with the shawls and bag until I came for him.
"I found we were outside a large
shed, which was no doubt the Boston station, and as there was too much weight
for us to carry, I let myself down from the step of the car and hobbled into it
through the rain. Being late, I had some difficulty in getting a carriage :
before I had got one, the train with my boy had gone back—nobody to tell me
where. I at length saw a man with a parcel of baggage-checks in his hand, and
succeeded in arresting him. I told him my trouble. 'Your boy in it? Why didn't
he get out? I can't help it ;' and he hurried away from me. I went to my driver
and begged his assistance. 'I don't know any thing about it; I don't belong
here.' ' But don't you know where to go to get some information about that train
?' ' No, I don't.' ' Is there no one here who can help me, or tell me something
about it ?' ' I don't know ; I don't belong here.' ' Is there any one who does
belong here—any agent of the Company to whom I can apply ?' ' Don't know.' '
Haven't you a police in Boston?' Yes ; but there ain't none of 'em about here.'
' Will you kindly give me your arm while I search for somebody?' ' Well, I don't
want to leave my horses very long.' How-ever, he went with me, and, after
searching for some time, I opened a door into what seemed a lamp closet, where
were several men lounging. 'Is there any one here who has any authority in the
premises, or to whom I can apply for information?' 'Yes, Sir,' answered one ;
'what do you want?' I stated what had occurred. 'Why didn't you look out
better—not leave him in the cars ?' I was a little enraged at this, and replied
with some obvious indignation; upon which a man got up from the floor and said
he would fetch the boy. As I had told my son not to move till I came for him, I
thought it necessary to go with the man: he walked rapidly, and, as my driver
had gone back to his horses, I hobbled after him the best I could : first, over
a couple of hundred feet of dirty rotten plank in the dingy station; then after
a long step down through mud and rain, between rails on which, each way, were
locomotives ringing and whistling, backing and filling, two or three hundred
feet more, to a car-house where I found a man lifting my boy on his shoulders to
bring him to me.
" A QUIET MAN."
TURNING over Hildreth's " History
of the United States" the other day, the Lounger found an ex-tract from the old
Aurora, which shows how high and hot party-spirit ran in the old days. They were
not perfectly Millennial, even the times of Washington and Jefferson and
Hamilton. It is inevitable that we should think otherwise, of course. Nothing is
more natural than that we should sup-pose our own troubles to be the most
annoying that ever were. But in the height of our bitter debate we may assure
ourselves that we are the children of men who had a hard path to travel—who saw
it, and were not afraid.
Then, under all circumstances,
however sunny, it is so much better to look every thing squarely in the face
than to try to forget that there is any thing to look at. If there is a
frightful spectre in the path, the best way is to march straight up to it and
take hold of it. Many an awful ghost turns out to be a shirt upon a clothes'
line. The ostrich method of avoiding difficulties is easy for a little while,
but not wise, not ultimately practicable. To drift and lurch along in a fearful
uncertainty is as stupid as it is dangerous. If you believe there is a burglar
in the house, either go down and dispute the spoons with him, or else turn over
and go to sleep, and concede the spoons. It is infinite folly to pretend that
you don't hear him, for then you are not only robbed but craven. You may wisely
decide that you had rather let hint put your silver into his pocket than his
lead into your body ; but then say so, frankly, and declare in the distinctest
words to the partner of your slumbers, " My dear, I'd much rather lose my silver
than my life."
There is no fear so abject as the
fear of being afraid. Why should any man be afraid to be afraid ? Sailors, it
seems, always laugh at us landsmen for puffing and swelling so tremendously
about never fearing any thing. Their whole life is led upon the dizzy edge of
danger. They look quietly at things that would make most of us blench and
chatter. But they are not ashamed to say that they often feel afraid. They do
the thing; oh! yes; but that is a very different thing. You remember the two
soldiers at Waterloo. They were both standing boldly in the square upon which
the fury of the battle was breaking. " Faith," says one to the other, " I
believe you are afraid." " Pooh !" was the reply, " if you were half as much
afraid as I am you would run away."
On the other hand, Montaigne says
that the thing he is most afraid of in the world is fear. But to that there is
the exquisite reply of Jean Paul in " SCHMELZE's Journey to Flaetz," " I should
fear again that I did not sufficiently fear fear, but continued too dastardly."
If you do not know that story, and wish to enjoy one of the bits of purest
humor, find it and read it in Carlyle's translation.
For the rest, as the old
essayists say, and when you have been conning them your style has their flavor,
as when you come out of the spice-shop you smell of cinnamon and cloves—for the
rest, nothing is more dangerous than denying danger or concealing your own
cowardice. It by no means follows that you will not do your duty because you are
afraid to do it. Not at all. You will simply do it with a great deal of
friction. That will be just the difference between you and a hero. But then did
you suppose every man was to be a hero ? If you take care to have it understood
that, coward or hero, you are going to do what you think you ought to do, that
is the essential point. Then every body knows what to count upon. Then the
clouds clear up. Then, if there may be peace, you see it. If there must be
battle, you see that.
THE GALLANT SEVENTH.
Mr. BLANCHARD JERROLD writes to
the London Chronicle that Mr. Frank Bellew has just returned from New York to
England, to suggest to the London Volunteers that it would be a polite and
thing to invite Brother
Jonathan's pet regiment to cross the sea.
It would certainly be "a big
thing" for the gentlemen of the regiment to embark in an English vessel of war,
and be the guests of the gentlemen volunteers of London town, who are understood
to be somewhat different from the train-bands of which John Gilpin, that citizen
of credit and renown, was eke Captain. It would be a charming business to
arrive, say in the month of May, when the world is in town ; when the
flower-shows are in full blossom ; when breakfasts, collations, matinees both
musical and dancing, dinners, operas, theatres, and balls, are without end. Then
the Clubs would open their doors. Mr. Jerrold writes from the Reform Club, and
that fine palace would be opened for the gallant Seventh, as it was opened, some
years since, for a banquet to the gallant Ibrahim Pacha.
The visit would be a feast, a
triumph, an ovation. It would be an acknowledgment, doubtless, of the courteous
welcome of the Prince of Wales. Perhaps—perhaps—is it too much to suspect
?—perhaps the Queen might graciously review the citizen soldiers in the Park, or
invite them to a cold cut at Windsor Castle. That red-coated old buffer (not to
say it irreverently), George Third, of happy memory, who always seems like a
squire-captain of country militia, would have been sure to have the Seventh at
Windsor—if times and things were changed a little.
Seventh Regiment may be
very sure that if it went, well invited, it would be the inevitable lion of a
season (and a London season is worth tasting, Messieurs !), as much as Jung Baha-door, the Nepaulese ambassador, who used to drive about the streets
actually crusted with jewels.
True to itself, the regiment, of
course, will not go without ample reflection. If the members are invited by a
body of English gentlemen they will discover a new meaning in the word
hospitality. For when an Englishman sincerely gives you his hand, you will
probably find his heart in it.
ONE of the surest tests of
manhood is to devote yourself to a course of public policy which seems to you
right, and essential to the welfare of your nation; to seize the power to pursue
that policy, and persistently to pursue it, knowing that the results can only be
evolved very slowly, and that, (luring the evolution, you must submit to the
Bitter, unrelenting, even bloody opposition of the friends of the same cause
that you are serving and mean to serve. Cheerfully to bear the furious or
broken-hearted regrets and misapprehension of friends, for years and years—is
there not something heroic in that ? something that requires the truest possible
temper of manhood ?
And is there not something of
that heroism in Louis
Napoleon ? After eight years of virtually absolute power
in France, must we not honestly confess that he has seemed to consult the
welfare of France as well as his own ambition? If the Assembly in '51 had sent
him to Vincennes, is it likely that France would be so internally prosperous and
externally honored as she is to-day ? And if not, is the glory not fairly his ?
Any friend of the Lounger who has
chatted with him familiarly for two or three years upon current topics at home
and abroad, will recall that Louis Napoleon has not always been honored in this
particular department of the Weekly. The more liberal editorial columns at the
side of these have ex-pressed greater faith from the beginning. But the process
of confession upon the part of the Lounger began some months since, yes, even as
far back as the Italian war. Only he then insisted that there was no especial
reason for believing that the Emperor had any thing in view but the safety of
his own crown and dynasty. And not very long ago he said that France seemed to
have less freedom at home than she claimed for other nations abroad.
Well, Louis Napoleon has put his
enemies and doubters in the wrong again. He has sketched the plan of a
constitutional participation of the people in the government. He has laid the
foundation of a constitutional, not a revolutionary op-position ; and in so
doing, he has reproduced the essential safeguard of the British and American
systems. Of course what he has done is but the beginning. But can any body study
the history of his reign and not see what his object is ? When he was in London
in April, 1848, he was sworn in as a special policeman to help protect the
English system of government. And on the 2d of December, 1851, he swore himself
in as a special officer to establish the English system of a constitutional
monarchy in France. That course he has been faithfully pursuing under the
incessant fire of the friends of constitutional liberty throughout the world.
Without explanation, without impatience, without confusion, yes, and without
sympathy from the friends of popular rights, but with plenty of suspicion from
crowned heads, he has been pushing straight on. His course has been like the
boring of an Artesian well, until now he begins to strike the pure waters of
It is all coincident with his
ambition, you say ? Yes, but is it also coincident with the liberty, and
dignity, and prosperity, and progress of France ? If it be, then is the
achievement of such objects a mean ambition? Is the man who gives France all
that, a man whom France will remember with curses or with blessings?
THERE have been some symptoms of
mobs recently, and the Mayor of
Mobile has wisely warned the citizens. against
giving way to such a summary and foolish remedy for any grievance whatsoever as
a mob. You see it works both ways. If Tom thinks twice two are five, and Ned
thinks they are four, it is very easy and convenient for Tom to bring his
friends and bawl Ned down, and smash the windows, and break the seats, and howl,
and throw bad eggs. It is just as easy as it is for Ned
and his friends to come to-morrow
and bawl you down, and smash things, and throw the eggs. A mob expresses nothing
but the ungovernable rage of a few people. if, indeed, they can get such an
impetus as they did seventy years ago in Paris, then you have the hideous
tyranny of the reign of terror; and no conceivable Caligula or Nero is a tyrant
so absolute and inhuman as a raging crowd of desperate men.
Mob rule merges in anarchy, of
which the solution is a military despotism. A mob is not an exercise of the
right of revolution, except that in this country every stroke at free speech is
a blow at the essential substance of the Government. The right of revolution is
among the most sacred rights of communities, but the right of free speech is the
most sacred right of man in society. The moment it passes into action the law
properly interferes, because the right of action is subject to different
conditions. But whatever can not be discussed ought not to be endured. The time
and the temper of discussion are matters of discretion for the speaker. If he
choose a wrong time and a bad way, the results will recoil upon his cause, and
alienate the public mind.
If you don't want to hear what a
man has to say, you may stay at home. Your neighbor may wish to hear, and he has
the same right to listen that you have not to listen. Who made you the judge of
what he shall hear ? Or suppose that you think he ought not to hear. You may
reason with him as much as you will ; but the moment you touch him to prevent
his hearing you only invite him to prevent your hearing what you wish to, and
you reduce society to chaos.
WHETHER it was worth while to
build a Park, used sometimes to be asked by the skeptical. But although the
charm of a Park is naturally associated with green leaves and summer, let any
doubter go to the Central Park now and be forever answered. Whether it were
desirable to open the most convenient and admirably managed play-ground for
children—whether it were wise to furnish the loveliest rural scenery for
loiterers on foot or in the saddle—whether it were a good thing to provide
gardens of health and beauty and recreation for a hard-worked city—these are the
questions to which, at the present moment, the ringing mu-sic of ten thousand
skates returns the rich reply.
There is one emotion which must
always fill the mind of every honest New Yorker who thinks of the Central Park—"
Oh, that every institution, or but a few institutions, were managed as well as
that!" The Legislative Committee of inquiry re-tired before it. And why not ? It
is not used for panty purposes, but for the welfare of the public. It is the
property of all, most wisely administered for the benefit of all.
HUMORS OF THE DAY.
WHY is the present Lord Mayor of
London smaller than
Tom Thumb?—Because he is only one Cubit (18 inches), whereas
Tom Thumb was 25 inches.
Unsocial old Snarl says that love
is a combination of diseases—an affection of the heart, and an inflammation of
A person having willfully
put an end to his life by drowning in a canal, the coroner's jury returned a
verdict of "Felo de se." Upon hearing it, a Frenchman exclaimed, " Not de sea,
for he fell in de canal."
A crooked gentleman, on his
arrival at Bath, was asked by another what place he had traveled from?
"I came straight from London,"
"Did you so?" said the other. "
Then you have been terribly warped by the way!"
A young lady who gave herself
many airs, having contemplated a sojourn to France, a friend expressed a doubt
whether she would condescend to talk English when she came back. "Oh," said one
who knew what her powers of language were, " she'll never forget the vulgar
During the residence of the
Prince of Wales at Oxford it was not unnatural that the dons should pay him a
good deal of attention, with a view to future preferment. One of them, however,
who is remarkable for his independent spirit, when his turn came to preach the
University sermon, chose the following for his text: "There is a lad here which
hath five barley loaves and two small fishes, but what are they among so many ?"
During the recent meeting of the
Emperors at Warsaw a ballet entitled "Robert and Bertrand, or the Two Thieves,"
was being performed at the theatre; but on account of the simultaneous presence
of the two Emperors at the performance, the police, to show them an attention as
witty as it was delicate, ordered the piece to be called on the bills, for that
night only, " Robert and Bertrand," and suppressed the second half of the title,
namely, The Two Thieves."
A STRANGE SALMON.—On a fishing
and shooting expedition, some very strange stories were told in the evenings.
Shots are made, and fishing feats performed, after dinner, occasionally of a
kind seldom known at other times. On the occasion referred to the romancing had
been extraordinary. A canny Scotchman in the corner was at length poked up, to
know if he ever heard any thing as wonderful as the story last related, which
referred to the abundance of fish in an English river. " No," said he, 'unless
it was some years ago, when I was fishing in the Highlands near Loch Awe. The
first thing I saw in the mornin', when I looked out o' ma bedroom window, was a
salmon—I'll warrant he was fifty pounds' weight—so tame that he was gaun picken
about the yard wi' the hens!"
AN APT RETORT.—The witty Scotch
advocate, Harry Erskine, was on one occasion pleading before the House of Lords.
Ile had occasion to speak of certain curators, and pronounced the word, as in
Scotland, with the accent on the first syllable—curators. One of the English
judges, whose name I have forgotten, could not stand this, and cried out, " We
are in this habit of saying curator in this country, Mr. Erskine, following the
analogy of the Latin language, in which, as you are aware, the penultimate
syllable is long." "I thank your lordship very much," was Erskine's reply. " We
are weak enough in Scotland to think that in pronouncing the word curator we
follow the analogy of the English language. But I need scarcely say that I bow
with pleasure to the opinion of so learned a senator and so great an orator as
WAITER. " Did you wish any thing
else, Sir ?" TESTY OLD GENT (who has all that can be wished for). "Of course I
do." WAITER. " What is it, Sir ?" OLD GENT. " My appetite."
CONSULTATION OF PHYSICIANS.
much addicted to drinking being extremely ill with a fever, a consultation was
held in his bedchamber by three physicians how to "cure the fever and abate the
thirst." "Gentlemen," said he, "I will take half the trouble off your
cure the fever, and I'll abate the thirst myself."
When the late King of Denmark was
visiting England he very frequently honored Sir Thomas Robinson with his
company, though the knight spoke French in a very imperfect manner, and the king
had scarcely any knowledge of English. One day, when Sir Thomas was in company
with the late Lord Chesterfield, he boasted much of his intimacy with the king,
and added, "that he believed the monarch had a greater friendship for him than
any man in England." "How report lies!" exclaimed Lord Chesterfield; "I heard
no later than today that you never met but a great deal of bad language passed
A celebrated musical composer—a
wag in his way—recently visited the Isle of Mallet, and, while pacing the deck
during a heavy squall, was extremely annoyed to perceive that the spray had
damaged the lace and other finery in which a young lady, (as he supposed) had
bedizened herself. She" heeded not;" but turning to an elderly female, who
proved to be her mother, exclaimed, "La! an't the waves jist like oar soap-suds
?" The mamma was wroth, and speedily doffed her gentility, by saying, "Hang it,
why when you comes out a lady, can't you leave the tub at home ?"
TOAST OF A SCOTCH PEER.—Lord K—,
dining at Provost S--'s, and being the only peer present, one of the company
gave a toast, "The Duke of Buccleuch." So the peerage went round till it came to
Lord K—, who said he would give them a, peer, which, although not toasted, was
of more use than the whole. His lordship gave "The Piet of Leith."
IRIS SKILL—Droll, though not very
logical or cons elusive, was the reply of the tipsy Irishman, who, as he
supported himself by the iron railings of Merrion Square, was advised by a
passenger to take himself home. "Ah now, be aisy; I live in the square. Isn't it
going round and round, and when I see my own door conic up, won't I pop into it
in a jiffy."
A BROIL.—Lord Hertford, Mr.
Croker, and Mr. James Smith were at an exhibition, inspecting a picture of a husband carving a boiled leg of mutton. The orifice die. played the meat red and
raw, and the husband was looking at his wife with a countenance of anger and
disappoints meat. " That fellow is a fool," observed Lord Hertford; "he does not
see what an excellent broil he may have."
PARLIAMENTARY REPRIMAND.—In the
reign of George the Second, one Crowle, a counsel of some eminence, made some
observation before an election committee which was considered to reflect on the
House itself. The House accordingly summoned him to their bar, and he was forced
to receive a reprimand from the Speaker on his knees. As he rose from the
ground, with the utmost nonchalance he took out his handkerchief, and, wiping
his knees, coolly observed, "that it was the dirtiest house he had ever been in
in his life."
BREVITY.—Colonel S , of the
Royal Marines, was al-ways distinguished for the perspicuity and brevity of his
speeches, of which the following, which was delivered on going into the battle
of the Nile, is a specimen: Sir James Saumarez, who commanded the
which he belonged, had, in a lengthened speech, wound up the feelings of his
hearers to the highest pitch of ardor for the fight, by reminding them of the
duty they owed to their king and country; and, though last, not least, he
desired them to call to mind their families, their parents, and sweet-hearts,
and to fight as if the battle solely depended on their individual exertions. He
was answered by looks and gestures highly expressive of their determination;
then, turning to our hero, he said, "Now, S—, I leave you to speak to the
marines." Colonel S— immediately directed their attention to the land beyond the
French fleet. "Do you see that land there?" he asked. They all shouted, "Ay, ay,
Sir!" " Now, my lads, that's the land of Egypt; and if you don't fight like
devils you'll soon be in the house of bondage." He was answered by a real.
British yell, fore and aft.
The Duke of Wellington's saying
connected with early rising was not a bad one: "Let the first turn in the
morning be a turn out."
Louis XI., of France, was so
fearful of death, that as often as it Came into his physician's head to threaten
him with death, he put money in his hands to pacify him, Ills physician is said
to have got 55,000 crowns in five months.
The Paris courts value a lady's
teeth at 8000 francs. An English governess was recently knocked down by a
carriage, and by the accident lost all her teeth. She brought an action of
damages, and the tribunal awarded the above amount.
"Are you fond of novels, Mr.
Jones ?"—" Very," responded the interrogated gentleman, who wished to be thought
by the lady questioner fond of literature. " I have you" continued the holy,
"ever read 'Ten Thousand a Year?' "—" No, Madam, I never read that number of
novels in all my life."
"I will bet you a bottle of wine
that you shall descend from that chair before I ask you twice."—''Done,'' said
the gentleman, who seemed determined not to obey the summons so obediently.
"Come down."—" I will not," was the reply. "Then stop up till I ask you a second
time." The gentleman, having no desire to retain his position until that period,
came down from the chair, and his opponent won the wager.
A gentleman was called upon to
apologize for words uttered when in wine. "I beg pardon," said he, "I did net
mean to say what I did; but I've had the misfortune to lose some of my front
teeth, and words get out every now and then without my knowledge."
A painter, who was fond of
hearing his works praised, was one day told that Judge — did not think very
favor-ably of a performance of his. "Oh," said the artist to his informant,
"what is his opinion worth? he isn't a judge of painting, he's a judge of
Macready was a great stickler for
correctness of costume in the pieces he brought out at Drury Lane. Seeing Miss
Rainsforth dressed for Ophelia in a pair of white satin shoes, he thus addressed
her: "My dear young lady, when you are going to play a character in a piece, the
scene of which is laid in Denmark, I beg you will, in future, wear Denmark satin
A "bumptious" traveler,
overtaking an old minister, whose nag was much fatigued, quizzed the old
gentleman upon his "turn out." "A nice horse, yours, doctor! very—valuable
beast, that; but what makes him wag his tail as, doctor?"—"Why, as you have
asked me, I will tell you. It is for the same reason that your tongue wags so—a
colt of natural weakness."
Two knights of the angle having
been one evening glad to seek the shelter of a Ferry ale-house for the night,
one questioned the other the next morning as to how he had passed the night,
observing that, for his part, "he had slept like a top."—"So did I," replied his
companion ; "for I was turning round all night:" thus practically proving the
nonsense of the old simile for a sound sleeper.
The story of a New York paper,
that the Prince gives only his left hand to ladies in the dance, reminds the
Montreal Herald of the ludicrous disappointment of the countryman when the
Prince's grand-uncle visited Edinburgh, in 1823
FIRST COUNTRYMAN. "Well, Jock,
hao you seen the King?"
SECOND COUNTRYMAN. "Oh ay, I has
seen the King; but I wadna gang the length o' the street to see him again. The
King's just made like ony ither mon, and they tell't me his arms were a lion and