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born in 1778, at Naples; and James, born in they were elected to the royal Prussian 1792, at Paris. The fifth brother, Nathan, privy council of commerce. In Austria, born in 1777, resided in London, and died they received, in 1815, the privilege of being at Frankfort in 1837. The house was thus hereditary landbolders; and in 1822, were ubiquitous. It was spread like a network ennobled in the same country with the title over the nations; and it is no wonder that, of baron. The brother established in London with all other things considered, its opera- was appointed imperial consul, and aftertions

upon the money market should at wards consul-general; and in the same year length have been felt tremblingly by every (1822), the same honor was conferred upon cabinet in Europe. Its wealth in the mean- the brother resident in Paris. The latter, time enabled it to enjoy those advantages of the Baron James, bas the reputation of beseparation without the difficulties of dis- ing the most able financier in France; and tance. Couriers travelled, and still travel, it is mainly through his assistance and infrom brother to brother at the highest speed fluence with the other capitalists that railof the time; and these private envoys of com- ways are now intersecting the length and merce very frequently outstripped, and still breadth of the land. outstrip, the public expresses of government. Nathan, the brother who resided in Eng

We have no means of giving anything land, left four sons, three of whom rank like the statistics of this remarkable busi- among the most distinguished aristocracy of ness ; but it is stated in the Conversations the British capital ; the fourth, Nathan, Lexicon,' that in the space of twelve years residing in Paris. The eldest, Lionel de from 1813—the period, we may remark, Rothschild, is privileged, as a British subwhen war had ruined all Europe, and when ject, to bear the title of an Austrian baron ; governments were only able to keep them- his brothers being barons only by courtesy selves afloat by flinging the financial burden The second has been recently created a upon posterity-between eleven and twelve baronet of England, as Sir Anthony de bundred millions of florins (£110,000,000 Rothschild; and the third, Baron Meyer, to £120,000,000) were raised for the sove- is now high sheriff of Buckinghamshire. reigns of Europe through the agency of this Baron Lionel de Rothschild was invited by house, partly as loans, and partly as subsi- the Reform Association to stand as a candies. Of these, 500,000,000 forins were didate with Lord John Russell for the refor England; 120,000,000 for Austria; presentation of London in the present parlia. 100,000,000 for Prussia; 200,000,000 for ment, and was returned third on the list. Franco; 120,000,000 for Naples; 60,- It will have been observed that a consul000,000 for Russia; 10,000,000 for tation was held by the chancellor of the some of the German courts ; and 30,000,- Exchequer with this hereditary financier, 000 for Brazil. And this, it is added, before ministers ventured upon their late is exclusive “ of those sums for the al- celebrated letter, authorizing the Bank of lied courts of several hundred mil- England to extend its issues. lions each, which were paid as an indemnity The traveller who from curiosity visits for the war to the French, and likewise of this streetma true specimen of the times the manifold preceding operations executed when the Jews of Frankfort, subjected to by the house as commissioners for different the most intolerable vexations; were regovernments, the total amount of which far stricted to this infected quarter-will be exceeded the foregoing.” This, however, induced to stop before the neat and simple may already be considered an antiquated house, and perhaps ask, “Who is that authority; for, in reality, the vast business venerable old lady seated in a large armof the firm can hardly be said to have com- chair behind the little shining squares of menced till after the dozen years referred the window on the first storey ?" This is to had expired. Since the year 1826, the the reply every citizen of Frankfort will House of Rothschild has been the general make :- In that house dwelt an Israelite government bankers of Europe ; and if it merchant, named Meyer Anselm Rothwere possible to compare the two circles of schild. He there acquired a good name, a transactions, the former would seem to great fortune, and a numerous offspring; dwindle into insignificance.

and when he died, the widow declared she In 1815, the brothers were appointed would never quit, except for the tomb, the councillors of finance to the then Elector unpretending dwelling which had served as of Hesse; and in 1826, by the present Elec- a cradle to that name, that fortune, and tor, privy councillors of finance. In 1818, those children.”

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OF PROVERBIAL

MARTIN P. TUPPER, AUTHOR

PHILOSOPHY.

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My love is not a eauty

To other eyes than mine; Her curls are not the fairest,

Her eyes are not divine; Nor yet like rosebuds parted,

Her lips of love may be ;
But though she's not a beauty,

She's dear as one to me.
Her neck is far from swan-like.

Her bosom unlike snow;
Nor walks she like a deity

This breathing world below; Yet there's a light of happiness

Within, which all may see ;
And though she's not a beauty,

She's dear as one to me.
I would not give the kindness,

The grace that dwells in her,
For all that Cupid's blindness

In others might prefer; I would not change her sweetness.

For pearls of any sea : For better far than beauty

Is one kind heart to me.

How glorious is thy calling,

My happy Fatherland,
While all ihe thrones are falling,

In righteousness to stand !
Amid the earthquake's heaving thus

To rest in pastures green-
Then, God be praised who helpeth us,

And-God preserve the Queen !
How glorious is thy calling!

In sun and moon and stars To see the signs appalling

Of prodigies and warsYet by thy grand example still

From lies the world to wean, Then God be praised who guards from ill,

And-. God preserve the Queen ! Within thy sacred border,

Amid the sounding seas,
Religion, Right, and Order

Securely dwell at ease;
And if we lift this beacon bright

Among the nations seen,
We bless the Lord who loves the right,

And—God preserve the Queen!'

THE SECRET:

" A secret is a latent thing,

Hid in the wreathes of an ocean-shell; Which neither peasant, seer, nor king,

Are able, in their might to tell. A brilliant gem that trembles far

Within the caverns of the deep : A radiant, yet mysterious star,

And which too few are apt to keep. A secret is a maiden's vow,

Made when no listening ear is nigh; Bright as a gem on virgin brow;

Pure as the lustre of her eye.
A little trembling, fluttering thing,

That lies conceal'd in virtue's breast, And often spreads its weary wing,

Impatient to be all expressed. A secret is a modest thing,

Which all apparent show doth shun; Deep in the soul it has its spring,

And dies if known to more than one. A sigh may prove its dwelling near;

A look may charm it from the heart; It may illumé a falling tear;

But these do not the theme impart.”

Fair pastures and still waters

Are ours withal to bless
The thronging sons and daughters

Of exile and distress;
For who so free as English hearts

Are, shall be, and have been
Then, God be thanked on our parts,

And-God preserve the Queen ! Though strife, and fear, and madness

Are raging all around,
There still is peace and gladness

On Britain's holy ground.
But not to us the praise—not us-

Our glory is to lean
On him who giveth freely thus,

And--God preserve the Queen ?
O, nation greatly favored !

'If ever thou would'st bring A sacrifice well savored

of praise to God, the Kivg; Now, now, let all thy children raise,

In faith and love serene,
The loyai, patriot hymn of praise,

Of God preserve the Queen!

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MY CHILDHOOD'S TUNE.

BY FRANCES BROWN.

And bast thou found my soul again,

Though many a shadowy year bath past Across its chequered path since when

I heard thy low notes last?

They come with the old pleasant sound,

Long silent, but remembered soonWith all the fresh green memories wound

About my childhood's tune!

I left thee far among the flowers

My hand shall seek as wealth no moreThe lost light of those morning hours

No sunrise can restore.

And life hath many an early cloud

That darkens as it nears the noonBut all their broken rainbows cruwd

Back with my childhood's tune!,

I AM IN THE WORLD ALONE. Little child !-I once was fondled as lenderly as you ! My silken ringlets tended, and mine eyes called

lovely blue; And sweet old songs were chanted at eve beside my

bed, Where angel guardians hovering their blessed influ

ence shed. I heard the sheep-bell tinkle around the lonely

sheiling, As the solemn shades of night o'er heather hills were

stealing: The music of the waterfall, in drowsy murmurs

flowing, Lulled me in half-waking dreams-bright fantasies bestowing. My nursing ones to heaven are gone

And I am in the world alone." Fair girl !—I had companions, and playmates kind

and good, And on the mossy knolls we played, where ivied

ruins stood; The mountain ash adorned us oft, with coral berries

rare, While clear rejoicing streams we sought, to make

our tiring there; And on the turret's mouidering edge, as dames of

high degree, We sat enthroned in mimic state of bygone chive

alry; Or at the mystic twilight hour, within those arches

gray, We told each other wild sad tales of times long past away.

My early playmates all are flown

" And I am in the world alone." Gentle woman !- I was deemed as beautiful as you; My silken ringlets fondled, and mine eyes called

love's own blue; And then my step was bounding, and my laugh was

full of mirth, Ah! I never thought of Heaven, for my treasure was

on earth: But now my cheek is sunken, and mine eyes have

lost their lightThe sunny hours have faded in a long and rayless

night; Not rayless--no-for angels still their blessed

influence shed. And still the dreams of peace and love revisit oft my bed

Of earthly treasures I have none-
“ And I am in the world alone." .

C. A. M. W.

Thou hast the whisper of young leaves

That told my heart of spring begun, The bird's song by our hamlet eaves

Poured to the setting sun

And voices heard, how long ago,

By winter's hearth or autumn's moon ! They have grown old and altered now

All but my childhood's tune !
At our last meeting, Time had much

To teach, and I 10 learn; for then
Mine was a trusting wisdom-such

As will not come again.

I had not seen life's harvest fade

Before me in the days of June; But thou-how bath the spring-time stayed

With thee, my childhood's tune!

I had not learned that love, which seemed

So priceless, might be poor and cold; Nor found whom once I angels deemed

Of coarse and common mould.

I knew not that the world's hard gold

Could far outweigh the heart's best boon; And yet thou speakest as of old

My childhood's pleasant tune!

THE SOUL'S PLANET.

BY THOMAS WADE.

Oh, Planet ever tranquil, ever fair ?

Engirded by the star-clouds of my thought, Still art thou shining in my being's air.

Altho' clear'st stranger's eyes behold thee not, Thou cam'st, a light upon my night of mind;

Showing me lovely things unseen till then, And have Life's common spell to all-unbind

And move enfranchised from the chains of men. Wild lightning-lights and beams of earthly fire

Too oft have flamed between my dreams and thee But still-recurring hopes to thee aspire ;

And in all tranquil hours thou gladden’st me With rays of solace, and a soul-seen light;

Without which sun and day are cloud and night.

I greet thee as the dove that crossed

My path among Time's breaking waves,
With olive leaves of memory lost,

Or shed, percbance, on graves.
The tree hath grown up wild and rank,

With blighted boughs that time may pruneBut blessed were the dews it drank

From thee-my childhood's tune ! Where rose the stranger city's hum,

By many a princely mart and dome, Thou comest-even as voices come

To hearts that have no home.

A simple strain to other ears,

And lost amid the tumult soon; But dreams of love, and truth, and tears,

Came with my childhood's tune !

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TEACHING HISTORY.—"While in the country," was mistaken, and that his admiration of the so says Jean-Jacques Rousseau," on a visit for some highly-lauded courage of Alexander was gendine, days at the house of a lady who devoted herself to and far exceeded that of any one else. But in what the education of her children, I happened one morn- do you think he conceived the courage to consist ? ing to be present when the tutor was giving a lesson Simply in the fact of his having swallowed a pausein history to her eldest son. My attention was par- ous draught at one gulp, without the slightest hesiticularly attracted at the moment that he was relat- tation, or a single wry face! The poor boy, who, ing to him the anecdote of Alexander of Macedon to his infinite pain and grief, had been made to také and his physician Philip. He told of Alexander be medicine about a fortnight before, had the taste of it ing sick, and receiving a letter warning him that it still in his mouth, and the only poison of which he Was the intention of Philip to administer poison in had any idea was a dose of senna. However, it the guise of medicine. The really honest, faithful must be owned that the firmness of the hero had physician approaches the monarch's couch with the made a great impression upon his young mind, and healing draught. Alexander puts the warning into he had inwardly resolved that the next time he had his hands, and even while Philip reads, the king to take medicine, he, too, would be an Alexander. drains the cup. When the tutor had ended his re- Without entering into any explanation, which might cital, he launched forth into warm eulogiums of the have served rather to darken than enlighten his courage and intrepidity of Alexander. Though not mind, I confirmed him in his laudable resolutions ; at all pleased with his remarks, while sharing his and I returned to the house, laughing internally at enthusiasm, on different grounds, I yet avoided mak- the wisdom of parents and iutors, who fatter theming any objection likely to depreciate him in the esti- selves that they have been teaching children history, mation of his pupil. At dinner, the boy did not fail It may be that some of my readers, not satisfied with to chatter away, his parents, as is usual with parents the "Save your breath, Jean-Jacques,' are now askin France, allowing him to engross nearly the whole ing what it is

, then, that I find to admire so much in conversation. With the liveliness natural to his this action of Alexander ? Unhappy dolts ! if you age, and encouraged by the certainty that he was must needs be told, how can you understand when giving his auditors pleasure, he uttered a thousand told? I admire Alexander's faith in the existence absurdities, not unmixed, however, with some happy of human virtue, a faith upon which he staked his traits of artlessness and good sense. At length he very life. Was there ever a more noble profession came upon the story of Philip, and told it admirably. of this faith—a more sublime instance of generous, The usual tribute of applause required by the mo- implicit trust in another, than this potion drained ther's vanity having been paid, some discussion arose at one draught. upon what had just been narrated. The majority blamed the rash imprudence of Alexander, while ART-UNION OF LONDON.—The usual annual meetsome, like the tutor, were loud in their praises of his ing of this institution was held yesterday in Drury, firmness and courage; but amid the different opi- Lane Theatre, and the proceedings were conducted nions, I soon perceived that not one single person in the most satisfactory manner. present had apprehended in what consisted the real Mr. Godwin read the report, which stated that the nobleness of the action. For my part,' said I, 'it total sum subscribed during the year was 12,8571., seems to me that if there be the least courage in the being nearly 6,0001. less than the amount last year. action, it ought to be regarded as a mere piece of This great diminution is attributed partly to the madness. Every one exclaimed at this; and I was commercial distress and the exciting events of the about to answer rather warmly, when a lady seated period, but principally to the interferenee of the beside me, who had hitherto been silent, bent towards Board of Trade, under a clause of the Royal Char. me and whispered, 'Save your breath, Jean-Jacques; ter, by which they were incorporated in 1846. they would not understand you. I looked at her for 278 works of Art were selected by the prizeholders a moment, then convinced she was right, I remained of last year and were exhibited in the Suffolk-street silent. After dinner, suspecting, from several slight Gallery by the kind permission of the Society of indications, that my young professor had not taken British Artists. The collection was open for a in a single idea from the anecdote he had told so month-a part of the time during the eveningwell, I invited him to accompany me in a walk in and was visited by an immense number of persons. the park; and there, availing myself of the opportu- The engraving for the current year, “The prisonity to question him at my ease, I discovered that I ner of Gisors," by Mr. F. Bacon, after Wehnert, is

at press, and will be rcady for distribution in the au- testy enough. Scores of ancient authorities has he tumn. Very consilerable progress has been made exploded like Rupert's drops, by a blow upon their in the preparation ot the illustrated edition of L'Al- tails; but at the same time he has bleached many legro and 'N Pin eroso, also due to the subscribers of black looking stories into white ones, and turned this year, which promises to be a very satisfactory some tremendous bouncers into what the French production. “Sabrini," engraved by Mr. Lightroot, call accomplished facts. Look at the Megatherium after Mr. Frost, A. R. A., is nearly completed. It is or Mastodon, which a century ago even credulity proposed to appropriate this plate to subscribers for would have 'scouted, and now we have Mantellthe next year, who will also receive a series of etch- pieces of their bones! The headstrong fiction which ings or wood engravings, not yet decided on. Mr. Mrs. Malaprop treated as a mere allegory on the W. Finden is proceeding with "The Crucifixion,” banks of the Nile, is now the Iguanodon! "To venafter Hilton.

lure a prophecy, there are more of such prodigies to For some ensuing year the council have com- come irue. Suppose it a fine morning, Anno Domissioned the execution of several plates on steel, mini 2000; and the royal geologists, with Von as an experiment to test the advantage or otherwise Hammer at their head-pioneers, excavators, borof such a course, instead of electrotyping one cop-ers, trappists, grey-wackers, carbonari, field-sparper-plate—the particular print to which each sub- rers, and whai noi, are marching to have a grand scriber will be entitled to be decided by lot. The field-day in Tilgate Forest. A good cover has been following pictures are already in hand :

marked out for a find. Well! to work they go; The burial of Harold," by Mr. F. R. Pickers- hammer and tongs, malleis and threemen beetles, gill, A. R. A.; “Richard Cæur de Lion pardoning banging, splitting, digging, shovelling; sighing like the archer," &c., by Mr. John Cross; and “ The paviors, blasting like ininors, puthing like a smith's Irish Piper," by Mr. F. Goodall.

bellows - hot as his forge--dusty as millers-muddy After detailing the steps adopted by the council for as eels-what with sandstone and grindstone, and the encouragement of lithography and mezzotint en pudding-stone, blue clay and brown, marl and boggraving, and staring that the statuettes, casts, and earth-now a tom-tit-now a marble gooseberrybronzes allotted last year are being nearly all distri- bush-now a hap'orth of Barcelona nuts, geolobuted, the report proceeds to state that,

gized into two-penorth of marbles-now a couple of “For the current year it is proposed to produce in Kentish cherries, all stone, turned into Scotch pebbronze a bust of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, in bles--and now a fossil red-herring with a bard row commemoration of the grant or the charter. The ot flint. But these are geological bagatelles! We opinion of his Royal Highness, Prince Albert, being want the organic remains of one of Og's bulls, or taken, the bust by Chantrey, deposited in Windsor | Gog's hogs—that is, the Mastodon, or Magog's pet Castle, was adopted as the best, and a cast having lizard, that's the Iguanodon-or Polyphemus's elebeen obtained for the society, with her Majesty's phant, that's the M gatherium. So in they go again, gracious permission, it was reduced, and will be with a crash like Thor's Scandinavian hammer, executed in bronze forthwith."

and a touch of the earthquake, and lo! another and The cast iron figures of Thalia, and the Wren and greater Binypart lo exhuine! Huzza ! shouts FieldFlaxman medals already awarded to prizeholders, sparrer, who will spar with any one and give him a have hitherto been delayed in their completion by stone. Hold on, cries one-lei go, shouis anothercircumstances over which the council appear to bave here he comes, says a third-no, he don't, says a had no control.

fourth. Where's his head ?--where's his mouth? The reserved fund now amounts to 2,8671 ; 6, 1901. where's his caudal? What fatiguing work it is only have been set apart for the purchase of piciures, to look at him, he's so prodigious! There, there busts, and statuettes; and 3,8991. to defray the cost now, easy does it! Just hoist a bil-a lite, a little of engravings for the year.

more. Pray, pray, pray take care of his lumbar The sum of 5,8351., set apart for the purchase of processes, they are very friable. 'Never you fear, works of art by the prizeholders themselves, will be zur—it he be FRIABLE, T'll eat un.' Bravo! there's thus allotted :

his cranium- is that brain, I wonder, or mud !-- no, i5 works of.... £ 10 8 works of.... £60

'lis conglomerate. Now for the cervical vertebræ. 21

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70 Stop-somebody holds his jaw. That's your sort ! 18 20

80 there's his scapula. Now then, dig boys, dig, dig 18 25 4

100 into his ribs. Work away, lads--you shall have 14 30 2

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oceans of strong beer, and mountains of bread and 14 40 1

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cheese, when you get him out. We can't be above 10 50 1

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a hundred yards from bis tail! Huzza! there's his

femur! I wish I could shout from here to London. To these are to be added –30 bronzes of “The There's his lorsus! Work away, my good fellows Queen;" 50 statuettes of " The Dancing Girl," never give up; we shall all go down to posterity. 30 merials commemorative of Hogarth; and 300 It's the first-ihe first---the first nobody knows what lithographs of St. Cecilia ;” making in the whole ---that's been discovered in the world. Here, lend 554 works of art."

me a spade, and I'll help. So, I'll tell you what,

we're all Columiruses, every man Jack of us! but í Hood on Geology.-The following lively scrap can't dig -- il breaks my back. Never mind; there is from the pen of the late Thoinas Hood, and is he is---and his tail with a broad arrow at the end ! published by Dr. Mantell, in his new work on Ge- It's a Hylæsaurus ! but no--that scapula's a wing-ology, which he calls by this singular title, The by St George, it's a flying dragon. “Huzza ! shouts Medals of Creation. It professes to be anticipatory Boniface, the landlord oi the village Inn, that has of the hundredth edition of the book; and it speaks the St. George and the Dragon as his sign. Huzza! well for the Doctor's good humor, that he did not re. echoes every Knight of he Garier. Huzza! cries serve it to figure in that problematic place. It is each schoolboy who has read the Seven Champions. entitled : “A GEOLOGICAL EXCURSION TU Tilgate Huzza ! huzza ! roars the illustrator of Schiller's Forest, A. D. 2000." "Time has been called the Kampf mit dem Drachen. Hozza, huzza, huzza ! test of truth, and some old verities have made him chorus the descendants of Moor of Moor Hall! The

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