ed on a large carved bed that the anxious relatives were permitted to perceive the number and extent of his hurts; and truly it was only by the breath, the vital warmth, and the heavy moans when he was disturbed, or the dressings of the wounds were touched, that showed him still to be a living man. There proved to be no less than four wounds-a shot through the right shoulder, the right arm also broken with a terrible blow with a sword, a broad gash from the left temple to the right ear, and, worse than all, "le baiser d'Eustacie," a bullet-wound where the muzzle of the pistol had absolutely been so close as to have burnt and blackened the cheek; so that his life was, as Osbert averred, chiefly owing to the assassin's jealousy of his personal beauty, which had directed his shot to the cheek rather than the head; and thus, though the bullet had terribly shattered the upper jaw and roof of the mouth, and had passed out through the back of the head, there was a hope that it had not penetrated the seat of life or reason. The other gash on the face was but a swordwound, and though frightful to look at, was unimportant, compared with the first wound with the pistol-shot in the shoulder, with the arm broken and further injured by having served to suspend him round Osbert's neck; but it was altogether so appalling a sight that it was no wonder that Sir Marmaduke muttered low but deep curses on the cowardly ruffians; while his wife wept in grief as violent, though more silent, than her stepson's, and only Cecily gathered the faintest ray of hope. The wounds had been well cared for, the arm had been set, the hair cut away, and lint and bandages applied with a skill that surprised her, till she remembered that Landry Osbert had been bred up in preparation to be Berenger's valet, and thus to practise those minor arts of surgery then required in a superior body-servant. For his part, though his eyes looked red, and his whole person exhausted by unceasing watching, he seemed unable to relinquish the care of his master for a moment, and her nunnery French would not have per

suaded him of her sufficiency as a nurse had he not perceived her tender touch and ready skill. These were what made him consent to leave his post even for a short meal, and so soon as he had eaten he was called to Lord Walwyn to supply the further account which Humfrey had been unable to give. He had waited, he explained, with a lackey, a friend of his in the palace, till he became alarmed by the influx of armed men, wearing white crosses and shirt-sleeves on their left arms, but his friend had assured him that his master had been summoned to the royal bed-chamber, where he would be as safe as in church; and obtaining from Landry Osbert himself a perfectly true assurance of being a good Catholic, had supplied him with the badges that were needful for security. It was just then that Madame's maid crept down to his waiting place with the intelligence that her mistress had been bolted in, and after a short consultation they agreed to go and see whether M. le Baron were indeed waiting, and if he were to warn him of the suspicious state of the lower regions of the palace.

They were just in time to see, but not to prevent the attack upon their young master, and while Véronique fled, screaming, Landry Osbert, who had been thrown back on the stairs in her sudden flight, recovered himself and hastened to his master. The murderers, after their blows had been struck, had hurried along the corridor to join the body of assassins, whose work they had in effect somewhat anticipated. Landry, full of rage and despair, was resolved at least to save his foster-brother's corpse from further insult, and bore it downstairs in his arms. the way, he perceived that life was not yet extinct, and resolving to become doubly cautious, he sought in the pocket for the purse that had been well filled for the flight, and by the persuasive argument of gold crowns, obtained egress from the door-keeper of the postern, where Berenger hoped to have emerged in a far different manner. It was a favorable moment, for the main body of the murderers were at that time being post

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ed in the court by the captain of the guard, ready to massacre the gentlemen of the King of Navarre's suite, and he was therefore unmolested by any claimant of the plunder of the apparent corpse he bore on his shoulders. The citizens of Paris, who had been engaged in their share of the murders for more than an hour before the tragedy began in the Louvre, frequently beset him on his way to the quay, and but for the timely aid of his English comrades, he would hardly have brought off his foster-brother safely.

The pass with which King Charles had provided Berenger for himself and his followers when his elopement was first planned, enabled Osbert to carry his whole crew safely past all the stations where passports were demanded. He had much wished to procure surgical aid at Rouen, but learning from the boatmen on the river that the like bloody scenes were

THE FAR EAST, by N. C. Burt, D.D., (Cincinnati: Carroll & Co.; for sale in New York by Wynkoop & Sherwood) contains the letters from Egypt, Palestine, and other lands of the Orient which the accomplished writer communicated to the Cincinnati Gazette. They were written among the scenes to which they relate, and embody the results of close observation and mature scholarship upon scenes and topics which will never lose their interest. The book is certainly a readable

one.

Goldwin Smith's THREE ENGLISH STATESMEN, (Harper & Brothers) like everything which comes from his pen, will find admiring readers on this side the Atlantic, and is sure to enhance his reputation as an original, vigorous, and fearless writer. The statesmen whom he selects for discussion are Pym, Cromwell, and Pitt. In connection with these grand historical characters he develops his own political views in a clear and masterly manner.

OPPORTUNITY, by Anne Moncure Crane, (Ticknor & Fields) and CLAUDIA, by Amanda M. Douglass, (Lee & Shepard) are two novels of the better class, each by authors who have before made successful ventures in the

realm of fiction. Miss Crane's former work, Emily Chester, was far superior to most of the works of its class; and In Trust, by Miss Douglass, while far inferior in a literary point of view, was a highly interesting book. Her present volume, while good, strikes us as inferior to her first work; but Oppor tunity will be pronounced by many readers better even than "Emily Chester."

THE DIARY OF A MILLINER, by Belle Otis, (Hurd & Houghton) is a frank, lively, and, despite its faults, interesting delineation of one phase of city life. The experience here portrayed, we suspect, is quite a commoa one, and the disclosures of this "Diary" are not very flattering to human nature-cer tainly not to the fair sex, in the matter of buying a bonnet.

THE FRIENDSHIPS OF WOMEN, (Roberts Brothers) by William R. Alger, is a graceful and really valuable treatise on this interesting subject. The book evinces extensive reading. Many of the characters introduced as instances are historical, and well known to intelligent readers. No one after reading the work can longer ask, "Have women no friendships?"

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despair of doing any kind of justice to the many works which lie upon our table. We can do little more than announce them. addition to the several collections of sacred poetry noticed recently, we have now NEARING HOME, (Presbyterian Board of Publication) a large and well-gotten up volume, mainly in verse, designed as "Comforts and Counsels for the Aged." The selection embraces a large number of sacred lyrics which are well known to the religious public, with a considerable number quite recently published in this country and abroad, two or three of which first appeared in HOURS AT HOME. It strikes us that so exquisite a poem as "Just a Little Way," which this magazine gave to the public a few months since, deserved to be credited to us. The beautiful poem of Mr. Randolph, "Sojourning as at an Inn," was also first published in our magazine. The volume, printed in large, clear type, is well suited to the class for whom it has been compiled, while its title is happily chosen.

HYMNS OF THE CHURCH MILITANT, selected by Miss Warner, (Carter & Brothers) is the title of still another collection, in beautiful style, and designed for private use. These hymns are here brought together for the help of the Christian's life, the joy and comfort of the sick-room, the hope of the doubting, and the rest of the weary in heart.

The completion of Mr. Motley's History of the United Netherlands, (Harper & Brothers) which we have elsewhere noticed, is an important event in our historical literature, and will doubtless awaken afresh the profound interest of a large circle of readers in one of the most stirring and eventful conflicts which the pen of the historian has ever traced.

Another important contribution, and one which the public will not fail to appreciate, is A JOURNEY IN BRAZIL, by Professor and Mrs. Agassiz (Ticknor & Fields). The Rev. Mr. Fletcher, who has spent a good deal of time and traveled extensively in Brazil, both as a missionary and as Secretary of U. S. Legation, by his lectures, and his book entitled "Brazil and the Brazilians," has laid the people of both countries under great obligation. The recent mission of Professor Agassiz to that country, and this, his first work upon it, are likely to be productive of important results, imparting to us a good deal of highly interesting and important information in regard to that kingdom, especially concerning its natural history. The present work is in the form

of a joint journal, embracing both the narrative of travel of Mrs. Agassiz, and the scientific observations of the Professor. The book is therefore popular in form, and being beautifully illustrated and gotten up in good style, it is every way worthy of our commendation. It appears also at an opportune time, just as the free navigation of the Amazon is granted, and our commercial relations with Brazil are put upon a new and improved footing.

Messrs. C. Scribner & Co. have completed their handsome edition of the select works of the late J. K. Paulding, by the issue of A BOOK OF VAGARIES, and THE DUTCHMAN'S FIRESIDE. Although somewhat ephemeral in their character, the papers included in the first of these volumes possess peculiar interest, as among the freshest and rarest of Mr. Paulding's productious. His satire upon watering-place life, at Saratoga and other popular summer resorts, is exceedingly keen and trenchant, and with very trifling modifications is directly applicable to the present day. The Dutchman's Fireside well deserves the place which has always been assigned it as one of the best of American novels. The scene is laid in colonial times, and it gives us an exceedingly clear picture of the way in which our good old Dutch ancestors lived. The Book of Vagaries has as a frontispiece a likeness of Mr. Paulding, engraved upon steel, after a medallion by Chapman, representing the distinguished author as he was when in the sixty-fifth year of his age. THE LITERARY LIFE of Mr. Paulding, THE TALES OF A GOOD WOMAN, and THE BULLS AND JONATHANS, published last year, with these two volumes just named, contain all that is worth permanent preservation in Mr. Paulding's writings, and those who have in their libraries the works of Irving, Prescott, Motley, and other standard American authors, will hasten to give these handsome volumes a place upon the same shelves.

HOME LIFE IN AFRICA, (A. Williams & Co.) and STORIES OF THE GORILLA COUNTRY, (Harper & Brothers) profusely illustrated, are both books of marked interest to the young, for which they have been specially prepared. Both describe from personal observation and experience, and hence they are reliable. The former, which is prefaced by a valuable in'troduction by Dr. F. D. Huntington, relates mainly to African character and life as viewed from a religious and missionary point of view; the latter is an exciting story of adventure, narrated by the famous Paul du Chaillu, whose

Gorilla accounts were so fiercely assailed in England when first made public. It is certainly a highly entertaining work.

QUEEN VICTORIA'S JOURNAL OF OUR LIFE IN THE HIGHLANDS from 1848 to 1861, is sure to be eagerly sought after. In a literary point of view, however, we honestly confess our disappointment. We fail to discover in it any evidences of talent. Any person of ordinary intelligence and culture could write as well. Indeed, the book is a weak and common-place affair, judged by the ordinary rules of literary merit, and would never have found a publisher were its source an ordinary one. Impartial criticism compels us to render this adverse judgment, and to express our surprise that the Queen's friends should have advised and urged its publication.

The redeeming feature of the book is the natural, familiar, and sensible way the Queen as a happy bride, a wife, and a mother, feels and expresses herself-just as any ordinary sensible woman would have done in similar circumstances. This one aspect of the book will and ought to endear Victoria more than ever to her subjects, while it will command the respect and admiration of all who appreciate true womanhood.

MEMORIES OF OLIVET, by Dr. Macduff, (Carter & Brothers) is a book of rare interest for the Christian heart. The style of this author is exceedingly beautiful, while a glow of pious feeling and meditation suffuses every page. The present volume is uniform in design and purport with his "Memories of Gennesaret," and "Memories of Bethany." "The Mount of Olives," is indeed a sacred spot. What tender and hallowed associations cluster around it! Dr. Macduff groups together all the known facts and incidents connected with it, with meditations and teachings appropriate to it, and suggested by it. The well-engraved frontispiece is a careful attempt, under the guidance of reliable authorities, to reproduce the Mount of Olives as it was in the time of our Lord, and which will prove not only interesting in itself, but a valuable aid to the better understanding of the sacred locality.

LIGHT AND TRUTH: or Bible Thoughts and Themes, by Horatio Bonar, (Carter & Brothers) is full of instruction to the Bible student. The author is too well known to need introduction or commendation. The book consists of brief sermons or expositions of various Scripture texts and subjects, arranged in a striking way, and expressed with vigor of thought and finished diction. It is simply an attempt to bring

out, as briefly as possible, the thoughts of God, as contained in the words of his Book.

THANKSGIVING, by Dr. William Adams, (C. Scribner & Co.) is a book calculated to stir the heart with many a tender and solemn memory, and inspire it with the spirit of gratitude toward the Father of all our mercies. The book consists of a selection from Thanksgiving Day Discourses, by the distinguished pastor of the Madison-Square Presbyterian Church of this city. As sermons for such special occasions, they are models-familiar, cheerful, elevated, eloquent, patriotic, and evangelical-touching the springs of purest and deepest thought, and quickening hallowed memories. No one on reading them can be at a loss to account for the great popularity of the author as a preachera popularity based on true merit of the highest order; or for the profound impression which some of these sermons produced at the time of their delivery.

WOMAN'S WRONGS, by Gail Hamilton, (Ticknor & Fields) is certainly a very racy, saucy, plain-spoken, and caustic book, on a subject now justly receiving special attention, and one in relation to which a sound and healthy public sentiment is of the utmost moment. The book has been called forth by Dr. Todd's "Woman's Rights." She takes issue with the Doctor, and deals him blows anything but gentle or sparing. On many points we think she has the best of the argument Indeed, many of her conclusions are sound. A little less passion and assertion, and more calm logic, would have added to the force and value of her argument. She regards “female suffrage" as a foregone conclusion. Her own position is: "As a woman I would never ask the ballot, and as a man I would never refuse it." The little book is sure to do execution.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF EATING, by Albert J. Bellows, M.D., (Hurd & Houghton) strikes us as a sensible, carefully-prepared, and scien tific treatise on a subject which deserves a more thorough and scientific investigation than it has hitherto received. Many of the facts and deductions here given are not to be found in popular form in any of our works on physiology. It is certainly a much needed work on the subject on which it treats, and we have confidence in commending it to our readers.

a German version, with an introduction and analysis of the poem. SALOME; A Dramatic Poem, by J. C. Haywood (Hurd & Houghton): THE HERMITAGE AND OTHER POEMS, by Edward Rowland Sill (Leypoldt & Holt). VISIONS OF PARADISE; An Epic Poem, by David N. LORD. Mr. Lord's epic-larger than Paradise Lost, yet only the first instalment of it—we have not found time to read, but some competent critics judge it to be a work of high merit, and suited, from its grand theme and the manner of treatment, in an unusual degree to meet the tastes of the religious and cultivated. Of course the highly respected author could not do otherwise than develop his Millenarian views in his "visions" of the future of the redeemed. This theological feature will detract from the interest with which many will read the epic. SALOME and THE HERMITAGE both contain some good poetry, not very original in conception, perhaps, but correct, flowing, and graceful. NATHAN THE WISE and KALEVALA are above criticism; the latter the great national air of Finland, and the other the most studied and valued poem, except Goethe's Faust, in all German literature. The translator has admirably succeeded in giving a faithful and yet spirited rendering to the original. The taste and enterprise of the publishers in giving a uniform series of great foreign poems deserve recognition and reward on the part of the public.

Mrs. Elizabeth C. Kinney is already favorably known to our readers by several grace ful poems, contributed by her to our pages. The volume of her POEMS just published by Hurd & Houghton, will be welcome to many. Although not as widely known as some others, Mrs. Kinney ranks among the best of our female poets. In prose she is chiefly known by her admirable letters communicated to the Newark Daily Advertiser, during her long residence in Italy. She has written on many themes, and written well. One quality of her verse particulariy must commend it. It is spontaneous. She sings without effort; sings as the birds sing, from a genuine inward im pulse; sings naturally, in her own manner; writing down her own thoughts and feelings in the directest way; and is remarkably free from the obscurities and affectations of the modern school. We like Tennyson, but we have not ceased to like Wordsworth-his crystal clearness, childlikeness, and simplicityand trust the day is far distant when he will be out of date and out of fashion.

"To an Italian Beggar Boy," the first piece in the volume, is an unusually vivid bit of painting, unmistakably taken from life-and yet life in so ghostly and terrible a shape, that the sheeted dead thrown up by yawning graveyards were scarcely more appalling. The blood freezes, and the flesh creeps with superstitious terror at the sight of that "dread boy, glaring with ravenous gray eyes like a young wolf's," "starvation's spectre," with "hunger's look, gnawing at pity's heart;" knowing nothing of father or mother or home; a horrid mockery of childhood, incapable of laughter, the ghastly effort giving rise at best only to a spasmodic scream, jerked from his shrunken chest," an unearthly "false laugh most shocking to hear. Besides, it is not only what he is, but what he represents. He stands as the dread exponent of long ages of political oppression and social wrong; and suggests the coming Nemesis of an awful retribution. For God reigns. It first appeared in Blackwood's Magazine, and was so much a favorite, it is said, with the late Mrs. Browning, that she committed it to memory. It was also translated into Italian by an unknown hand.

On page 33 is the description of a very different child. "Violet," "the happiest thing alive," "Nature's pet" and darling, full of play and frolic, giving herself up to all the wild, sweet abandon of innocent childhood, with no thought of care or sorrow more than a bird; "a loving, laughing, leaping creature," breaking in on dark hours like a burst of sunshine. Sound echoes sense; words What a contrast dance to accordant music. between this and that! "To a celebrated Harpist, on hearing him improvise Spring, Autumn, and Winter," is a poem of decided

merit.

"Autumn Rain" is sweetly expressive of a particular, "Il Penserosa" mood, frequent to those who have "that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude." "The Quakeress Bride," and "The Woodman," have long been popular favorites. The "Odes" are apparently modeled on Wordsworth's "Ode on Intimations of Immortality, from Recollections of Early Childhood," and while there is something more than a structural resemblance, we would by no means claim for them equality with that great masterpiece. Still the stream of song flows measurably, and in the main, "deep, majestic, smooth and strong." Dithyrambic irregularities, ostensibly born of hurry and heat, are made to serve, very successfully, the purpose of a richer and more varied harmony. The legatos