FUNERAL OF WELLINGTON. Nights' sable pall withdrew, And the dull dawn gave to view, Wellesley's comrades brave and true, Grief-struck and mute. Where the dead Hero lay They do not grieve alone, A deep gloom o'er all is thrown Prince, Commoner and Peer Join in tribute o'er his bier In the silent heart-felt tear, And funeral prayer. Deep booms the minute gun, Midst a mighty empire's moan, In all this world." Best, for "his duty" each hath nobly "done," While their blooming, well-earned bays Live in Glory's proudest rays Bright as the brilliant splendour "I was this evening at a large party of the Boston fashionables at Mrs. B.'s. I felt quite well; the company was handsome, elegant, very polite, and the evening was agreeable to me. Another evening I was at another great fashionable party in another house. I did not feel well, and the company seemed to me rather splendid and aristocratic than agreeable. I saw here a couple of figures such as I did not look for in the drawing-rooms of the New World, and least of all among the women of New England, so puffed up with pride, so unlovely-one read the moneystamp,' both in glance and figure. I was told that Mrs. and her sister had spent a year in Paris; they ought to have brought thence a little Parisian grace and common sense, as well as fashion. People who are arrogant on account of their wealth, are about equal in civilization with our Laplanders, who measure a man's worth by the number of his reindeer. A man with one thousand reindeer is a very great man. The aristocracy of wealth is the lowest and commonest possible. Pity is it that it is met with in the New World more than it ought to be. One can even, in walking through the streets, hear the expression, 'He is worth so many dollars!' But the best people here despise such expressions. They would never defile the lips of Marcus S. Channing, or Mr. Downing. And as regards the fashionable circles, it must be acknowledged that they are not considered the highest here. One hears people spoken of here as being 'above fashion,' and by this is meant people of the highest class. It is clear to me that there is here an aristocracy forming itself by degrees which is much higher than that of birth, property, or position in society; it is really the aristocracy of merit, of amiability, and of character. But it is not yet general. It is merely as yet a little handful. But it grows, and the feeling on the subject grows also." ADVOCATES AND CLIENTS. An advocate, by the sacred duty which he owes his client, knows, in the discharge of that office, but one person in the world—that client, and none other. To save that client by any expedient means, to protect that client at all hazards and costs to others, and amoug others, to himself, is the highest and most unquestionable of his duties; and he must not regard the alarm, the suffering, the torment, the destruction which he may bring upon any other. Nay, separating the duties of a patriot from those of an advocate, and casting them, if need be, to the wind, he must go on, reckless of the consequences, if his fate should unhappily be to involve his country in confusion for the client's protection.-Lord Brougham. A DEAD SEA BATH. I bathed in the Dead Sea. The ground covered by the water, sloped so gradually that I was not only forced to sneak in,' but to walk through the water a quarter of a mile before I could get out of my depth. When at last I was able to attempt to dive, the salt held in solution made my eyes smart so sharply that the pain I thus suffered, joined with the weakness occasioned by the want of food, made me giddy and faint for some moments; but I soon grew better. I knew beforehand the impossibility of sinking in this buoyant water; but I was surprised that I could not swim with my accustomed pace; my legs and feet were lifted so high and dry out of the lake that my stroke was baffled, and I felt myself kicking against the thin air, instead of the dense fluid upon which I was swimming. The water is perfectly bright and clear, its taste horrible. After finishing my attempts at swimming and diving, I took some time in regaining the shore, and before I began to dress I found that the sun had already evaporated the water which clung to me, and that my skin was thickly encrusted with salts.-Travels in Judea. PREFACE. our labors will experience the same welcome and the same applause which they will receive from our own compatriots of the same high As we wish to avoid needless repetition, we beg leave, once for all, to say that we are infi-hearted and clear-headed stamp. We are nitely above the paltriness of an unjust national feeling; and disclaim anything and everything in the shape of an Anti-American feeling. well nigh as certain as we can be of anything, that, on both sides of the Atlantic, sham liberals and small scribblers will reproach us with divers and sundry forms of injustice, and will more especially endeavor to raise a popular howl against what they will misrepresent as our anti-American prejudice. Once and for all, then, we emphatically and sincerely repudiate and disclaim all such prejudices. We not only believe, but we have positive and personal knowledge of the fact, that America possesses, in every rank of life, multitudes of men who would do honor to any country in the world. But, because we honor In the course of the following papers we have, again and again, spoken somewhat more than but slightingly, somewhat more than indignantly, more than contemptuously, even, of the sham and merely nominal Republicans of the States in general and of New York in particular. But are we, therefore, deaf as the adder that listeneth not to the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely? Are we unable to recognize the great and the good qualities of the American Republicans, worthy at once respectfully and enthusiastically of that name, because we are proud that we honor such great writers as Washington and that ours are, ever have been, and we Irving, the late James Fennimore Cooper, and trust ever will be, to the latest generation car- the still living-long may he live!-William nestly attached and inflexibly true to that Cullen Bryant, are we therefore bound to be form of government which long since made, silent as to the shameful plagiarism and still keeps, and long shall continue to keep, shameless injustice and impiety of such scribour own loved island, not only in the first na-bling and book-making men as this Mr. John tional rank, but in the unapproachable one of S. C. Abbott? Not we, indeed! We have "the admiration of the world, and the envy sternly performed an imperative duty; and of surrounding nations?" Decause we utterly though separated, most probably forever, by despise the absurd and silly Americans who the broad Atlantic, from our native land, that never mention their own country but in terms land is dear and sacred to us as ever; and for of exaggerated praise, and those insolently Abbott and all who shall dare to imitate his unjust Americans who, like Abbott and other flagrant and insolent attacks upon that dear small scribes, chiefly residing and publishing land, our own birth place, the dwelling in New York, will any honest man say, or place of many a dear friend, and the burial will any sane man believe, that we therefore place of our kith and kin; for Abbott, we withhold our admiration from all that Amer-say, and for all who shall be unjust and reckica has of the truly great, or our love and respect for all that she has of truly good? To all upright and honorable Americans we confidently appeal for a truer and more impartial judgment; and, far from fearing that we shall be disappointed in that respect, we feel confident that from all such Americans less enough to imitate his reckless injustice towards our country, we have an undying hostility to which the cant of the timid, and the brazen imputations thrown by the native or foreign enemies of Britain shall never deter us from giving full, hearty, and very unmistakeably spoken expression. We feel sure of BY WILLIAM THOMAS HALEY. the approbation of the wise and the just on ABBOTT'S NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE. both sides of the Atlantic; for any remarks made in courtesy and candour even by avowed opponents, we have open ears and great patience; for foes of another description, we have-scorn and defiance! A few words more, and our brief Preface shall no longer detain the reader from our far more important observations. We have again and again accused Mr. Abbott of plagiarism; we have again and again accused him, in plain English, of having often taken, without acknowledgment, the very words of other, abler, and more industrious authors; and we have also stated that there is not ONE authentic passage of importance as to FACTS which, even when the words are his own, he, as to the substance, gives to us for the first time. It has been suggested to us by literary friends for whose judgment we have the highest possible consideration and respect, that Mr. Abbott will probably endeavor to persuade the world that, in this instance at least, we do him injustice. We challenge him to do this; and we forewarn him that we are prepared to PROVE the truth of our assertion, by parallel passages from his compilation and the books published in French and English during the last thirty years. We challenge him, then, to contradict us; and we again and emphatically assure our readers, on both sides of the Atlantic, that from the very first page of his truly shameful performance to the very last page of it that we have as yet received at his only too profuse hand, all that is TRUE in his scribbling is and all that is NEW is not true; all the true he has unceremoniously taken from British or French authors, either in their actual words or in substance; the malignantly untrue and unjust, being, alone, his own production. not NEW, In this best of all possible worlds, there are not a few things to which we are compelled to confess that we are implacably hostile. We detest a creaking wheel; and the sound of saw-sharpening will throw us into a paroxism, pretty equally compounded of pain and anger. A delicate looking young lady with the tones of Lablache, or a double bass; and raven's wing, and a superb moustache to a six foot fellow, who, with hair dark as the match, has a girl's voice and an infant lithp, are as abominable to us as an empty purse, or that public nuisance, a public dinner, where all the vices are quite sure to be lukewarm iced veritably and of malice prepense. We and all the soups as cold as though they were confess it, we scorn to deny it; nay, we go still farther than that, we are even rather proud of it than otherwise; there are things, and very many of them for which we have a hearty and implacable hatred, and to which, had we the power to work our will, it is pretty certain that we should show very much less mercy than the world would very reasonably look for at the hands of an elderly gentleman with very white locks and an aspect but little suggestive of probable longevity. Yes! we confess that there are divers and sundry nuisances, animate and inanimate, tangible and intangible, for the which we feel proud that we entertain a most intense and undying hatred. We are proud of this, because we are quite certain that though we know how to hate bitterly, we, yet, never hate unjustly,and that, for all that is really loveable, we have an ever-springing and inexhaustible love. We hate whatever is base or cruel, mean or hypocritical, and why should we not hate such things? Nay, why should we not be proud, thankfully proud, that nature and education have made it utterly impossible for us not to hate such things? Oh! Yes! for all that is loveable, we have a true and inexhaustible love; not a noble or a lovely sound or sight is there, from the sublime thunder of Niagara to the sweet lispings of an awakening child; from "Heaven's own artillery" pealing above the storm-lashed ocean to the small cheep-cheep of callow and unfledged nestlings, no noble or lovely sound or sight is there that will not make our heart bound or melt, as hearts but too rarely can, bound or melt, after half a century of hard 'prenticeship in the world's hard school.But while we thus love all that is lovely and admire all that is grand, that very love and admiration teach and enforce upon us a most scorning and intense hate of all that is hateful, and alas! there are but too many hateful and loathsome things in this our beautiful but perverted, and therefore, wrong fraught world! "True it is that we grow milder than we were in our hot youth when George the IV. was King," then, indeed, we were wont to hate more strongly than was altogether consistent with Christian mercy; now, that we feel ourselves growing old, we somewhat incline to dealing with a comparative lenity with humbugs while crushing, pitilessly as ever, each new or newly revived humbug which they would fain impose upon the world. Yea! We are growing old: homage that the multitude formerly were taught to pay, and pay now, just as parrots repeat their lesson, he must be prepared to hear that he loves calumny: if he point to atrocious public cruelty on the part of that idol he must expect to be met not by a denial of that cruelty, but by one or two pooh-poohs,and two or three notes of admiration, and a few suppositions having not the slightest relevancy to the matter in hand, the whole very appropriately winding up with the ever blessed petitio principii, that bland and serviceable begging of the question which meets specific charges of any given vice by a general assumption of When so many abominations present them- the very opposite virtue. We well know all selves as candidates for our hatred and our this, we have experienced it ere now, and we loathing, it is no easy matter to be either very are quite ready, if need be, to experience it accurate or very consistent in apportioning again, to laugh at it again, and to go on as them out among claimants at once so numer-ever, valuing Truth above all things. ous, and so equally hateful and loathsome, though hateful or loathsome for reasons so diverse. But "good hater as we are ("Sir! I love a good hater !" said Dr. Johnson, one of the best christians that ever lived,) and multitudinous and various as are the objects of our hate or loathing, or of an ineffable mixture of both, there is one object which we loathe and hate far beyond all others; one for which no plea could by any possibility obtain our mercy, and that one is-Humbug! For Humbug and Humbugs we are quite literally pitiless and implacable; compared to them, we deem tigers mild, ratttlesnakes harmless, and grizzly bears, desirable additions to a small tea party. Yes! We can admire the lion in his sinewy might, and the panther in his sleek and agile beauty, even while we dig the ensnaring pit for the one, or level the deadly rifle at the other. But, Humbug! In warring against that we feel a real hate, mingled with a real loathing, such as one feels when trampling upon some of the horrid reptiles of the far ready to defend even South, reptiles at once venomous and loath-enemy if he be unjustly attacked, and ever some; alike revolting to human sight and per- equally ready to oppose all, friends or foes, if ilous to human life. Yes! We confess, and they would set up ferocity for courage, the it is with pride that we confess it, we even base hankering of an apostate after pence and yet know how to hate-as a Christian and ar praise for a noble self abnegation and a sinEnglish scholar should hate. We well know cere change of faith, or the theatrical spouting that he who makes up his mind to make truth of a wordy mountebank for the genuine and the loadstar of his course must also make his generous outpouring of a true patriot. In one mind up for a very rugged and difficult course. sense, at least, we have not loved the world, If he oppose some popular cry, if he refuse to nor has the world loved us: we pay to this or that popular Idol the same -our visions flit Less palpably before us, and the glow " our most rancorous -have not flattered its vile breath, nor bowe A patient knee to its idolatries" English alike in mind and in heart, we ever have had, and we still have, fresh, fiery, scorning and fierce as in our very best day, on hallowed and hallowing, unquenched and unquenchable hate--the hate of humbug! Yea! Thank heaven, we hate that as heartily as ever we did, and if there is any one specimen of it which has a double portion of our hate it is the great humbug of false or exaggerated, or, worst of all, of a merely simulated Hero worship. And of that worst, that paltriest, that most entirely detestable of all humbugs, how much alas! how very much have we not been obliged to detect, and to loathe, and to brand with an ever-burning mark, during our long pilgrimage here on earth! To gratify an unjust and aching grudge against a great people or a great man, alas! to what low and dastardly expedients have we not seen even great men and able men descend! For the sake of a side hit at England, how many, including the sublime though moody Byron, and the brilliant and honest but terribly preju diced Hazlitt, have bowed the knee to the unjust and the despotic, called vice, virtue, and virtue vice, and in the much abused name of liberty, made as it were bond slaves of their own great souls! Sad, oh very sad, that prejudice should be so strong in such great souls, and the love of truth, pure abstract truth, for its own sake, so very very weak! only to brilliancy and success of achievement and not to justice of cause or honor of procedure, and quarto histories, octavo novels, and blue and buff reviews at 6s sterling the number, do their best to keep the man in the same delusion, praising the wit and coolness of Talleyrand and the acuteness and dexterity of Fouché, but saying not one word about the utter, the loathsome, the damning contempt of truth, feeling, honor, and fidelity, exhibited, from the cradle to the grave alike by the diplomatic spy and by the police spy! Shame, shame, that it should be thus! What sort of writers do people expect to arise under such a system? For our own parts, we should expect and have expected precisely such writers as-only too many are so-men of a false watchword, so often repeated that they at length learn to allow the foeman to pass with fiag-flying, trumpet sounding, lance couched, and sabre in hand, if he have but the Belial wit to shout that watch word in their ear! Among "the signs of the times" there are but too many which a man of true benevo lence must needs look upon with mingled pity and sorrow, and there are still more which he must needs look upon with mingled contempt and dislike; but we know of not one which inspires us with such unmingled fear, such an overpowering horror, as the moral recklessness which is exhibited by political Even in the errors of the truly great in in-parties and their literary partizans. The tellect we rarely fail to find something to empty pated Blue Stocking who, in her unprevent us from wholly with-holding our re-reasoning hate to George III, and his court, spect; even while regretting, indignantly re-vowed and protested that Jack Wilkes "squingretting, that they have allowed passion to ted no more than a gentleman ought to overcome all sense of truth and justice, we yet perceive that the misleading passion had nothing in it of dastardliness or of paltriness. But if the world will accept this plea, if it will accept any plea, for departure from strict truth and strict justice, alike to friend and foe, on the part of great writers, the world must make up its remarkably sagacious mind to seeing very middling and very small writers equally or even more regardless of truth and justice on far weaker and meaner pleas, or upon no plea at all save those of a natural itch for scribbling and a strong determination to dine somehow; and accordingly False Hero Worship and simulated hero worship may now be met with in authors of every calibre; Six-penny story books teach the child to look squint," was but the mere precursor and type of a perfect host of historians, Biographers, Reviewers, Compilers, and scribes in general, who, more especially on this side of the Atlantic, "for their dear hate" of England (to say nothing about their dear love of dollars and dimes) are ever ready to protest that this, that, or the other hero whose course and achievements have been especially anti-English "lied no more than a philosopher should lie" or "murdered no more than a hero should murder!" Truth, stern truth, utterly regardless of party interest and national prejudice, has for years past been falling into utter neglect, if, indeed, we should not speak with more rigid correctness if we were to say utter contempt. To do justice to the merito |