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conquered him, a grand review took place. “Me, my emperor? You have already As Napoleon was inspecting, with a pleas given me a cross for this scar.' ed eye, the ranks of his imperial guard, “I owe you some return for what you he paused before a remarkably powerful- | said to the emperor Alexander.' looking grenadier, whose face was seared “Did I say anything uncivil to that from the forehead to the chin by a deep emperor? Has he complained of me?' scar. Pointing him out to the emperor “No, certainly; for I am going to Alexander, Napoleon said :

reward you. Come! What do you wish "• What do you think of the soldiers for ? who can resist such wounds ?'

" Ma foi,' replied Jacques, I don't "• What do you think of the soldiers wish for anything ; but, my emperor, if who can give them ?' said Alexander, you would just give some token to this readily.

| little chap, it would bring him good luck.' “ They are dead,' said the grenadier; “Willingly,' was the reply. And thus mingling in the conversation of the Jacques, rising, took the child on his two most powerful monarchs in the world. arm, and approached Napoleon, who was

“ Alexander then turning toward his searching his pockets for some souvenir. mighty rival, said, courteously :

He found some gold pieces, which he “Sire, you are everywhere a con- quickly put back; for it was not with queror.'

money that he purchased his soldiers' “. Because the guard has done its duty,' hearts. He sought again, and found nothreplied Napoleon, with a friendly gesture ing but papers. At length, in the pocket toward the grenadier.

of his vest, he found his snuff-box, and “A few days afterward, as the em- offered it to the grenadier Jacques beperor of France was passing through the gan to laugh, and said :camp, he saw the grenadier, seated on a “What nonsense! Give a snuff-box stone, with his legs crossed, and dancing to a child that can't even smoke! a chubby boy of two years old on his foot. “At that moment the emperor felt someNapoleon paused before him; and the old thing pull his hat; and he saw that the soldier, without rising, said :

child, raised on the soldier's arm, had got Pardon, sire; but if I stood up, Jac- his tiny hand into the loop, and was playquet would scream like one of the king of | ing with the cockade. Prussia's fifers; and that would annoy | “• Hold, sir,' said the grenadier. “The your majesty.'

little fellow is like your majesty—he takes «« 'Tis well!' said Napoleon. Your whatever he chooses himself! name is Jacques ?

"Well,' replied the emperor, let him 6. Yes, my emperor, Jacques. That's keep it !' And detaching the cockade with the reason they call this little fellow Jac- his own hand, he gave it to the child, to quet.”

whom Jacques said, as he danced him in " He is your son ?'

his arms :“No, my emperor; his father was an "Come, show his majesty that you old comrade of mine, who had his leg shot know how to talk !' off, two months ago, and died on the field. And the baby, laughing and clapping his His mother, who followed the camp, was hands, stammered softly the words :killed by a saber-cut while she was giving "Ong ive de Empeau ! her husband a drink. She had this baby! "From that day, Jacques followed his tied on her back; and we found him, some illustrious master through all his checkerhours after her death, roaring like a young | ed fortunes, and accompanied him to the bull, with his stomach as empty as the king island of Elba. Jacquet was also in every of Spain's coffers.'

campaign, sometimes strolling with the "Then you have adopted the child ?' grenadiers, sometimes carried on a bag

“I and my comrades. But as I was gage-wagon, sometimes riding on his the first to find him, they have given him protector's back. He had a miniature especially to me.'

sword and uniform, and quickly learned to “ Napoleon looked for a moment at the play on the fife ; while Jacques, who loved grenadier, who continued to give Jacquet and honored Napoleon above every hua lesson in riding, and then said :

man being, had taught Jacquet to do the “I owe you something, Jacques.' same. The grenadier was at first greatly puzzled as to how the child ought to wear | would rather cut off my arm than lose it; the cockade ; till at length he bethought still you may have it, if you will only give him of inclosing it in a little case, which me a few sous to buy medicine for him! he hung around his protégé's neck, at the “Much moved by what he had heard, same time saying to him :

the stranger answered :“* Mind, Jacquet, night and morning, “My child, God, to whom you prayed when you say your prayers, always take so fervently, has left in France some old out this relic and pray for a blessing on soldiers ready to share his gifts with their our emperor, who gave it you.'

comrades. Take me to your father.' " This the child never failed to do ; con “And this man?' stantly associating in his prayers the name

«This benevolent man,' interrupted of Napoleon with that of papa Jacques. the young officer, this kind, good officer

“ Years passed on: Napoleon was ban- took me in his arms; me-a poor little ished to St. Helena, the army was dis mendicant! He caused Jacques to be carbanded, and poor Jacques found himself ried to his house, restored him to life, and thrown on the world in his old age, with- never allowed him to want for anything out any possessions but his cross and his until his death, which did not take place little Jacquet. Louis-for by that name for many years. As to me, he treated the boy had been baptized-has often told me like a son; and still each day loads me how it pained his childish heart to see me with his benefits!' his brave father, who, a few months be “And turning to the general and his fore, thought nothing of making a forced wife, the young man embraced them both, march of fifteen leagues while fully ac- while his eyes were filled with tears." coutered, now bending under the weight of “ You have not finished the story, a small packet of clothes, and dropping Louis," said the general. “ You did not from fatigue after walking a few miles. say that I promised to restore to you the Every day he became weaker. They gen- emperor's cockade whenever you returned erally passed their nights in stables; and with an epaulette, gained as we old solLouis used to collect scattered handfuls diers gained ours. And to-day, my friends, of straw to cover the shivering limbs of you see the cockade in his cap; for Louis the old grenadier. They lived principally was at the taking of Algiers, and his on scraps of food given them by charita- captain, who had taken him out merely ble innkeepers and peasants. One day as a recruit, has sent him home to me an the poor old man felt unable to rise from ensign!” off the floor of a deserted hut where he! So saying, the general once more em. had passed the night, and murmured as braced his adopted son. We were all it were it spite of himself:

affected, and I saw another tear stealing "Jacquet, I am dying ; get me a little down on the old officer's gray mousmedicine,

tache. “ The child burst into a loud fit of cry. ing, and then went out on the road to ask It is one thing for a man to have an infor alms; but he got nothing, and felt terest in Christ, and another thing to have ready to despair, when suddenly a thought his interest cleared up to him. I do speak struck him ; he fell on his knees, took out it with grief of heart, that even among the case that contained his cockade, and such Christians that I hope to meet in sobbed aloud :

heaven, there is scarce one in forty, nay, "My God !-my God !-in thy great one of a hundred, that is groundedly able mercy send me some medicine for papa to make out his interest in the Lord Jesus. Jacques.'

Most Christians live between fear and “He continued to repeat these words hope-between doubting and believing. as well as his tears would permit, until One day they hope that all is well, and a gentleman who was passing by, stopped, that all shall be well forever; the next and began to question him. The child, in day they are ready to say, that they shall an artless manner, told his history; and one day perish by the hand of such a finished by saying :

corruption, or else by the hand of such a "• Papa Jacques desired me never to temptation. And thus they are up and part with this cockade. He said that it down, saved and lost, many times a day. would always bring me good luck, and I — Brooks.

left behind in the past, and so henceforth GUILTY MEMORIES.

having nothing to do with our fuiure being. " DEPENTANCE can do nothing to And what is remission of sin ? Not, as

N obliterate the past. It can only we are too apt to imagine, the suspension prevent such future misery as would have of deserved punishment, but the expulsion arisen from perseverance in sin. The of sin itself from its seat in the soul. memory of what has been must always re- | This is implied in the very term remission. main. And the injury which sin has once It does not mean that crime shall not be inflicted upon the spiritual nature must punished, but that the principle of sin in always continue." We have often met the heart which prompted the crime is with such reasoning as this ; and we think plucked out and removed forever. “Reit depreciates vastly both the efficacy of pent and be baptized, that your sins may repentance and the divine grace. What be blotted out." When, and by what a prospect of the future does it open to us! means? “When the times of refreshing Heaven, according to these conceptions, shall come from the presence of the Lord." is only a kind of hospital for the sick. That is, when the Holy Spirit shall so flood The lame, the halt, and the blind are there the soul as to expel its sins, and in place gathered together from the scene of earth- | thereof to fill it with divine affections. ly misery, and the moral nature must wear “But if we preserve our identity, shall its wounds and scars forever. The song of we not remember what we have formerly redeeming love is to blend with regrets, and been ? and so will not the memory of our sighs, and reminiscences of guilt and sin. sins still come back to afflict and trouble

Now we are unable to see what these us?” We shall remember so much of the words, pardon and forgiveness, mean, un- | past as we love to remember-so much, less they have some reference to what has that is, as hath a living connection with been; unless they imply the complete re- the present. This, now and evermore, moval of our sins from us. Unless repent- is a law of our spiritual being. “We ance, and the divine grace consequent remember what we love." That will come thereon, have this retro-active efficacy, back upon us again and again. What we then we must expunge that word forgive- cease to love recurs less and less. That ness from the Christian vocabulary, and mind which has indeed been redeemed, with it the consoling idea which it repre- from which all unclean desires have been sents.

expunged, hath no longer any living conBut what are the declarations of the rapt nection with the sins which they produced. prophet of the new dispensation, while It will take no pleasure in living them visions of immortality are rushing upon over in recollection. The living will not his sight? “What are these which are be chained to the carcass of the dead. arrayed in white robes, and whence came The good man lives over in the past just they? .. . These are they which so much as is congenial with what he now came out of great tribulation, and have is. But he is not yet perfectly redeemed, washed their robes and made them white and so his past sins afflict him. When in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore they he shall be perfectly redeemed, the sinful are before the throne of God, and serve past will be “dead," and the absorbing him day and night in his temple : and he pleasures and glories of the present hour that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among will have no relation to the past but such them. They shall hunger no more, neither as is peaceful and happy. We shall not thirst any more ; neither shall the sun preserve our identity in the absolute sense, light on them, nor any heat. For the for the old selfish nature will cease to be Lamb which is in the midst of the throne any part of our identity. That is dead shall feed them, and shall lead them unto and buried, while we are only " alive unto living fountains of water, and God shall God through Christ Jesus our Lord.”— wipe away all tears from their eyes." | Christian Register. Paul, though he reasons not from actual vision, puts forth in his own logical form The end of a thing is better than the bethe same doctrine of redemption ; for he ginning. The safest way is to reserve speaks of the old man, with all its sinful our joy till we have good proof of the lusts and principles, as being crucified, worthiness and fitness of the object. dead and buried, that is, thrown off and | Bishop Hall.

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future numbers of the series, and we doubt not that good judges of the art will admit them to be among the very best specimens of wood en

graving yet seen in this country. A few of JULY, 1854.

them may be familiar to the eye of the reader

from other sources; these will, however, be but EDITORIAL NOTES AND GLEANINGS. few among the many. With the present number we begin another volume. We renew our semi-annual bow to our

Last Days OF JAY.—We give a sketch of the readers, and hope to be able to salute each and

life of " Jay of Bath" in our present number, all of them, and many more, at the end of the

The writer alludes, in the conclusion of the ensuing six months. Our publication has an

article, to John Angel James's last interview important aim; it is endeavoring to accomplish

with the venerable preacher. We observe in an it on the cheapest possible terms-cheaper, it

English periodical a fuller account of that inis thought, than those of any other periodical

terview. Mr. James says: of its size and execution in the land. Let every “We would not say there was nothing in his life friend to cheap and wholesome literature then

that became him like its ending; but, rather, that his

end became the holy, dignified, humble course he had give us his hand. We ask, further, that every

always pursued. There was the same deep and unsuch friend would give us his personal aid by affected humility; the same gleams of playful fancy, recommending the work to his neighbors and

mingling with his deep seriousness, and which looked

like gentle flashes of summer's lightning issuing from associates: show it, speak of its terms, and you

the clouds of sickness and disease that lingered on his can hardly fail of effectually promoting it. horizon; the same affection gaming out on all around Among the attractions of the next volume will him; the same settled hope, and unrapturous, untalk

ative, solid peace. The portions of God's word that be :

he dwelt most upon, were such as these : O Lord, I The completion of Konig's fifty designs, illus have waited for thy salvation; let me not be ashamed trative of Luther's History.

of my hope:' 'Looking for the mercy of our Lord The illustrated “Trip from St. Petersburgh Jesus Christ unto eternal life:' Blessed be the God

and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to Constantinople," taking in the scenes of the

to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a Eastern war.

lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from Ilustrations of Bunyan's Life and Times, giv the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled,

and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, ing the most complete series of pictures respect

who are kept by the power of God through faith unto ing Bunyan ever yet published, including a great salvation.' On Christmas-day he plaintively said to a variety of localities, relics, &c.

friend, This is a sorrowful Christmas-day, but I can

say, “Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift." * A series of portraits of Artists.

I will venture to allude to the last interview I was perAuthors.

mitted to hold with him, which was a month before " " Divines.

his decease, I was thus privileged, above most, in

being allowed to see him just when his feet were Inventors, &c.

touching the brink of the dark cold flood, and his eye

was upon the stream; and I can assure you there was A series of elegant “Poetic Pictures," or fine

no shuddering to cross, nor casting back a longing, specimens of the “Poets illustrated by the lingering look on earth. Having recovered from a Artists"-one at least in each number.

burst of emotion on my entering the room, he convers

ed, as far as suffering would perinit, with solemn cheerA series of superb illustrations of the best

fulness and deep humility. The great truths which be scenes in Bunyan's Progress.

had so many years preached in life were now the An abundant variety of pictorial illustra foundation of his hope, and the support of his soul in

death. On my referring to that expression in the tions of scenery, art, science, &c.

ninety-first Psalm, as applicable to his own case, Increased labor will be bestowed on the whole

• With long life will I satisfy him, and show him my work, and it will as heretofore be made to sub salvation,'Ah!' replied he, Beza said on his deathserve the cause of sound morals and pure religion.

bed, “I have known the fulfillment of every part of the

Psalm but the last verse, and I shall know that in an Reader, if you are the friend of cheap and

hour." My experience,' he said, 'is contained in those wholesome literature for “the people,” we ask, words of David: "O God of my salvation, in thee do and we trust not in vain, for your hearty pat

I trust; let me not be ashamed of my hope."! We

then gathered around the domestic altar, in the sacrironage. No periodical of the land has received

fice of which he joined with deep solemnity and more emphatic indorsement from the press, or emotion; and we parted till we shall meet in that has warmer friends; and though the field has world where death and the curse are known no more.

Much could be told of the unruffled serenity, the unbeen prepossessed by gigantic competitors, com

complaining resignation, and exemplary patience, with manding all the public appliances of the mar

which he bore the weight of his long and grievous ket, yet are we gradually finding a hearty recep affliction. I mourn,' he exclaimed, but I do not murtion into almost every section of the country,

mur.' O Lord, consider my affliction, and forgive all

my sins.' There was a simple grandeur in his death and our progress is none the less healthful,

that harmonized with the humility and dignity of his perhaps, for being steady and gradual. We life." shall labor to deserve increasing patronage by continual improvements. We tip our editorial The New Quarterly Review, which by the hat to you then, good reader, and pass along way is one of the smartest critical slicers now to our work, confident of your good fellowship in England, has broken in upon the secrets of and good wishes.

the London book trade most ruthlessly, and

brought some of the cockney publishers" about The article on St. Petersburgh, in our present its ears," like the buzzing stingers of an overnumber, is from a skillful hand-a Frenchman turned bee-hive. It discusses the maltreatment who writes from personal observation. The il of authors by the publishers, and does so with lustrations have been reproduced expressly for manful spirit and an evident acquaintance with our pages, from good French engravings. We the details of the subject. Of the fulsome adhave an abundance of them prepared for the captandum strategy of modern literary advertis

death. first Psalm, as satisfy him, anaia

ing it gives the following good—we were about "We have many complaints of this nature before as. to say caricature—but that would not be cor

but we prefer to instance what we mean by an anec

dote told us by Mr. F- the enterprising American rect—it is a specimen :

publisher. The sharp, active, ubiquitous American MESSRS. CURL, OSBORNE & LINTOT

rushed into our sanctum not long since to give us some

information we had asked of him touching new AmerHavo just published the following new and ican books. He was in a fit of most indignant disinteresting Works.

gust at English dilatoriness, English apathy, and espe

cially at English gentility. You English,' said be, No. I.

are above your business. I have been this morn

ing to 's, and have been kept waiting half an In two vols., 8vo. Price 308., boards.

hour, although my business was to buy his books. I

went thence to 's, where they kept me waiting PRIVATE DIARY AND STATE PAPERS

not quite so long; but when one of the partners did OF HIS LATE MAJESTY,

come to me, after I had told him my business, he turn

ed round to a shopman, with half a lisp and a drawl, THE KING OF THE CANNIBAL ISLANDS, and said, “Mr. So-and-so, do we publish the book Mr.

F- wants?" "Your old country, sir, is getting Edited by EPHRAIM DRUDGE, Esq.

gouty, and you are all so genteel that everybody thinks Author of "Memoirs of Whittington, &c., &c., &c.

he must cut himself out to the pattern of the shadow

of some lord. I should like to see the Boston bookOPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

seller who would have to ask his shopman what books There is not a spot of earth upon which the eyes of

he published.' We cannot record the exact language

of our energetic friend's indignation, but we know we all mankind are more intensely fixed than upon the

laughed heartily, and asked whether we were at liberty interesting islands lately ruled over by the illustrious

to repeat the anecdote. "Repeat it! I wish you would. author of these astounding revelations. The historian

Repeat it to the almighty universe,' he answered, and will find here fountains of deep philosophy; the geographer will read in them new truths; the ethnologist

vanished." will devour them with anxious curiosity; the general reader will be entranced by their scenes of love and BRYANT AND GILFILLAN.—The London Athewar. No one should be without this Diary and State

nceum notices a new edition of our countryman Papers.—Tartarly Review. No library can be complete without this all-import

Bryant's Complete Works, issued in London and ant work.-- Little Pedlington Gazette.

edited by Gilfillan. It says, “Here is an edition There is a gushing freshness about these volumes. of one of the soundest and soberest of the Publishers' Laureat. This is the most important work ever issued from

American poets, under the guardianship of the press.—The Admirer.

the loudest and most extravagant of British We have read these volumes through at a sitting. "editors,'—the gentleman of whom it has been There is nothing dull in them. The reader need not

said, that he thinks himself a great painter be deterred by fears of dry details, either historical, geographical, or ethnological. They read like a ro

because he paints with a big brush. The Rev. mance. -The Literary Gacer.

"Gorgeous' Gilfillan gives us a taste of his

usual quality in an introductory essay; but he No. II.

fails to throw any particular light on the subIn two vols. Price 288., boards.

ject in hand.” Poor Gilfillan, like his cotem

porary, “Satan" Montgomery, finds no mercy DANE HILL TO THE DANUBE.

among the English critics. With Illustrations, containing Portraits of all the Russian and Turkish troops, and pictures of all the Battles, from the Battle of Oltenitza to the

Jeremy Taylor said :-Hasty conclusions are Battle of the Pruth.

the mark of a fool : a wise man doubteth-a OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

fool rageth, and is confident: the novice saith, Thrilling interest and intense talent.--Middlesem I am sure that it is 80; the better learned anMagazine,

swers, Peradventure it may be so, but I prithee The author was thrice wounded while sketchin

inquire. Some men are drunk with fancy, and battles depicted in these volumes.-The Pict.

We congratulate the public upon the energy dis | mad with opinion. It is a little learning, and played by our traveler and their publishers. Three | but a l

but a little, which makes men conclude hastily. weeks only have elapsed since the battle of the Pruth

Experience and humility teach modesty and fear. was fought, and we have before us a history of that battle which may vie with Napier's descriptions of the battles of the Peninsula; and which is adorned with PIGTAILS AND POWDER.— The Romans began pictorial representations that are at least equal to the

to cut their hair about A. U. C. 454, (300 years battle-scenes of Lorenzo Comendich.--The Voice of Minerva.

before Christ,) when Ticinius Maenas introWho can the anthor be? All the world is asking duced barbers from Sicily. Then they cut, It is rumored that he is a goneral officer who fought

curled, and perfumed it. At night they covered at the head of his regiment in overy one of these battles.-The Grub-street Gossip.

the hair with a bladder, as is done now with a

net or cap. Eminent hair-dressers were as No. III. OCCASIONAL POEMS. By Lady Laura Matilda Mellicent

much resorted to by ladies as in the present No. IV. THE MOLTING CANARY BIRD,

day. A writer in the English Quarterly Review, and other Tales. By the Honorable Frederick Fitz discussing the caprices of fashion respecting the

hair, gives us the history of the pigtail. The No. V. TORN HEART-STRINGS. By 'Allos. | natural hair, powdered and gathered in a cue.

No. VI. THE AVENGER'S BRIDE. 8 vols., at first long, then short, and tied with ribbon, post 8vo. By Miss Smith.

became the mode—to rout which it required a No. VII. THE CAUSES OF PUBLIC DISCONTENTS. A Letter to the Secretary to the Treasury.

revolution; in 1793 it fell-together with the By Nondum Locatus, Esq. 18., sewed.

monarchy of France. In the English world of

fashion, the system stood out somewhat later: CURL, OSBORNE, & LINTOT, Stationers' Square.

but the Gallomaniac Whigs were early desertThe critic lashes the London publishers for ers; and Pitt's tax on hair-powder, in 1795, their superciliousness, and sets off against it gave a grand advantage to the innovating party. the good sense and practical tact of Brother Pigtails continued, however, to be worn by the Jonathan :

army, and those of a considerable length, until

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