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taking off their liats, and surrounding the speaker, as is to protect him in case if violence; while the oldest ainong their own soldiers, aniorly gazing on the features of the siranger, were seized with a kind of in Junta y trembling. Conjured more peremptcily, though respectiv, to disclose bis quality and his name, the peasant, drawing his hami w Tess his eyes to wipe ud a stariing tear, exclaimed, with an half slided Vuice, I am kiuscinsko!'-The movement was electric. The soldicis threw down their arms, and talling prostraie on the ground, according to the custom of their country,.coveied dụeir heads with sand. It was the pris ration of the heart. On kosciusku's reiurn to his house in the neighbourhood of this scene, be found a Russian military post estä blished to protect it.” p. 148.

This “ I am Kosciusko !" can only be paralleled by the “ Je suis Belisaire” in Marmontel's beautiful tale bearing the name of that ill-requited warrior. After attentively reading all that Miss Williams says concerning the confidence of Napoleon in the potency and influence of his star, or, what he calls his destin, we cannot decide whether he was actually liable to superstition, or, being a very close and penetrating observer of human nature, believed in supernatural agency as an engine wherewith to move and direct the minds of men. We incline to the latter opinion.Napoleon is an adept in the mathematics, and no proficient in that science ever was a visionary or a bigot to any system of faith. We particularly recommend to the perusal of all persons of cultivated taste, all lovers of the arts and friends to artists,(and “who's here so rude, who would not have Virtù !") that part near the close of Miss Williams's book, consisting of about forty pages, in which with great judgment and feeling, she is lates and comments upon, the coercive spoliation of Paris in conformity to the immediate claims, but in some instances not clearly ascertained rights, of nations. The indignant feelings of the common people of Paris, are finely portrayed: They are the lively, the enthusiastic, the mutable Athenians ; We, the severe Spartans. We doubt whether one tear would roll dow? the hard faces of our soldiery, porters and mechanics, if all our Museums were stripped of their exotic treasures, and Mr. West's impressive pictures converted into the tilts of waggons to carry them off! The pour and the contre of this question of right, which has, in the style of Alexander' the Great (of Macedon) been carried by the sword, are fairly stated by our ingenios; author. The Ministers of four over-ruling nations, who cal themselves Europe, will approve : military heroes will exult; but Artists who are of no country, or of all countries, the childrea of peace and tranquillity, will hang the head in silent sorrow, er burst into deep and unavailing lamentation.

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Art. V.-Paris ; during the interesting month of July, 1815.

A Series of Letters, addressed to a friend in London. By W. D. Fellowes, Esq. London. Gale and Fenner. 1815.

7s.6d, pp. 165. We are become a nation of tourists.

nation of tourists. Few stay at home, but those whom hard necessity binds to the counter or the desk. Many of those who travel write, most of those who write publish ; and, although in our cooler moments, we are all aware that no correct image of any visible object, much less of the effect of a great number seen at once, was ever presented to the mind by any description, however vivid, we go on to tell of palaces and spectacles, of pictures and coup d'oëils, and our * home-keeping” countrymen read and doze over our pages with complacent good-nature, sometimes thinking they are amused, while they are merely dazzled. But those who are really smitten with the wandering mavia, who pant for the ««« vine-covered hills and gay vallies of France”—the impatient aspirants to exotic fame and pleasure, rarely find that they can gratify their curiosity by deputy, or “ cloy the hungry edge of appetite, by bare imagination of a feast.” -- This is not a political, a philosophical, a classical, a sentimental, or a pittoresque tour; it is a clear, light, amusing little book, containing a rapid sketch of passing events and local scenery, apparently written with impartiality, and certainly by a gentleman.

It is decorated with three colored engravings, representing the five principal personages of the Bourbon family in minute profiles; a Grenadier of the Imperial Guard, a Mamaluke of the Imperial Guard ; and also an outline portrait of the celebrated man, whose ambition desolated Europe, while his victories dignified and embellished Paris. Mr. Fellowes appears little solicitous for the praise of fine writing, and seldon allows his feelings or his fancy to run away with him ; but whenever he does oblige us with a few reflections, they are given in a spirit of benevolence and freedom which does credit to himself and to his country. He says in his Preface,

“ The author of the following letters arrive at Paris last year, at de interestirg period of the King's restoration; and when the allied

troops, headed by their respective sovereigns, entered the capital of France.

Being anxious to witness the second entry of the allies into that city, which it was to be expected would take place after the great battle of Waterloo, the author proceeded to Calais, as soun as the communication was opened; and he had the good fortune to be again present at the extraordinary and splendid scenes which presented themselves in Paris during the nonth of July last.

“ The remarks, which he had an opportunity of making at that time, on the state of the public feeling, after the sudden changes which had so recently taken place, have been confirmed by subsequent events in France. Considering the bustle and confusion of such a city as Paris, crowded with the troops of a victorious army, it was extremely dificult to write down the daily occurrenc 's with that order and accuracy so de sirable; especially as they were often committed to paper at a late bour of the night, and after the fatigues of the day. Some of the most interesting observations of the preceding year are reterred 10, or incorporated in these Letters, written to a friend in London in July, 1815.

“ From the unsettled state of France, and the suspense and anxiety of every class as to the result of affairs, added to the difficulty of obtaining information, it was not possible to enter into a full detail of events; but they are shurtly described as they occurred, the Author having written his remarks at the moment, according to the impressions which they made upon bis mind.” London, Oct. 11, 1815.

This work is printed with some degree of elegance, but we cannot help wishing that greater attention had been shown in the correction of the press, especially with regard to the lines of French which are interspersed. We occasionally meet with a sentence, which, by the omission of one syllable or letter, is rendered unintelligible; and we are inclined to suspect, that some of the inscriptions, where the greatest degree of exactness was requisite, have been inserted from memory: this, however, is the fault of the author. We were rather shocked to find cotillons written, according to the slipslop idiom, cotillions.It is impossible to read an account of the classic magnificence of modern Paris, without feeling some admiration of that lofty mind, by which its recent decorative and useful institutions were organised. We are not persuaded, however, that any mercantile man, of any country, will admit, with a speaker on a late interesting occasion in our own capital, “ That Napoleon taught commerce to derive dignity from science, and science to draw utility from commerce.”—From a work consisting of brief and simple description, it is not easy to fix on satisfactory extracts, and an analysis of its contents would be impracticable, as nobody can tell Mr. Fellowes's story in fewer words than be has himself employed. We will, however, offer a sample of his manner.

“ During the long continuance of the French encampment at Beelogne, the iroops had formed, as it were, a romantic town of huts. Every hut had a garden surrounding it, kept in neat order, and stocked with vegetables and towers; they had hesices, towis, pigeons, and raibits, and these, with a cat and dog, generally formed the household vt crers soldier. During the preparations that were made at Bunlogne fusta conquest of England, in order to amuse and keep up the spirits of the troops, the company of the theatre of the Vaudevilles were ordered trem Puris lu the ariny thus encamped. Several plays were compusei tor le

occasion, and performed, in which the Germans were represented as detil ble feated, and the English begging for peace on their knees; the Emperor

of the French granting it upon condition, that one hundred guineas, ready money, should be paid to each of his soldiers and sailors! Every corps was admitted gratis to witness this exhibition of the end of all their labors, and none but those who are acquainted with the tickle and inconsiderate character of the nation, can form an idea of the cffect. Ballads, with the same predictions and promises, were written and distributed among the soldiers, and sung by the women sent to the coast. All productions of this sort were, as usual, liberally rewarded by the Emperor's orders; and they poured in from all parts of the empire. As a specimen of the abuse which some of these hired French poets bestowed on the English nation, to flatter and infame the vanity of the French troops, one of them is made to sing:

A Londres on vit briller d'un éclat éphémère

Le front tout radieux, d'un ministre intluent;
Mais pour faire pâlir l'étoile d'Angleterre,
Un soleil tout nouveau parut au firmament,

Et ce soleil du peuple Français,

Admiré de l'Europe entiere, Sur la terre, est nominé Bonaparte le grand." p.7. These lines (which we translate,-) are extravagant nonsense, as adulatory stanzas, and time-serving songs, usually are. But we cannot discover that the English are very grossly abused in them, and that they must be ready to exclaim with Phoebe, or call

you this railing !" The details concerning the prison of the Temple, and of the imprisonment, torture, and murder of the gallant captain Wright, are highly interesting. We refer the reader to the work itself, which is lively and amusing, and neither bulky nor dear.

Our formidable friends the Cossacs, with whom we hope never to have a visiting acquaintance en masse, are thus characterised;

" It is a curious fact, related to me by an officer of distinguished rank in the Russian Service, that the Cossacs were not informed of their being out of the territories of the Emperor of Russia, until they were crossing the Rhine to enter France, otherwise they would have immediately coinmenced their usual system of plunder, even in the country of their allies." p. 65.

Mr. Fellowes gives a spirited account of the review of the allied troops on the 24th of July, 1815. We close our extracts with the following passage:

1 In London once shone with ephemeral bearn

The brow of a Minister ruling the State,
But to make England's star shed its last fading gleam,

Soon a new Sun of Glory was granted by Fate-
To France it was given in splendor smpreme,

And on earth it is named Bonaparte the Great.

« When the Highland regiments came up, playing their bagpipes, ile attention of the foreign prices seemed particulariy directed to theni, from the novelty of their dresses; they played their lavorite national airs as they passed. The band of the brave 421 regiment plaved “ I'll gang nae inair to yon' town.' --My late gallant friend, Sir Robert Macara, who commanded this corps in the battle of the 16th of June, was killed, with two-thirds of the oflicers and men, on that memorable day. It was melancholy to see how thin some of our regiments were–The 4d had only two hundred present, and the 44th, wlicha Colonel O'Mally conmanded on the 18th, had only one hundred and eighty; the tew rewaming survivors being in the hospitals, recovering from their wounds.

“ The Belgians appeared very strong And well they may,' said an officer, who was by my side, for they threw away their arms, and an away by thousands, leaving the British and the other aliies to fixbtilie enemy.' All the other troops behaved with the greatest gallantry. This officer told me, that when bis regiment was formed into a square, and they expected to be overpowered, one of their serjeants ture the colours off the staff, and put them in bis pocket.-It is impossible I can ever forget the seusations which this fine sight excited.

« Our troops, from the state of their clothing, did not perhaps appear to so much advantage, after such a campaign, as the Prussians did, who had been new clothed since they entered France; but to every English man present, it was a proud sight and a gravitymy reilection, that each individual bad nubly supported the honor of his conntry, and that he did not require the aid of ornament or dress to impress the spectators with respect and admiration for the valour displayed by the Bri-ish army iu the late battle.

“ The French, who secm so highly arnused with the Highland dresses, call them " les Cossurs Anglois." It has been stated to me, on gool authority, that the British army was alone engaged with the French unul six o'clock in the evening of the battle of the 18th of June. However glorious it was for the British arins, it was long doubitu!; and the subsequent destruction and final overthrow of the French army, was certainly owmg to the Prussians coming up when they did. This seems 10 be the prevailing opinion with all the officers that I have conversed with-or that I have heard speak on the subject. It is also generally adınitted, that liad a retreat taken place on the part of the allies, it would have been a most disastrous one, as the Belgians would, it is believed, have joined the French, and cut off every avenue to the retreating army. Many of these troops, who behaved so ill in the action, plunderei in all directions; and there was scarcely a regiment engageil on that day, that did not lose most of their things hom the shabletul conduct of those cowards." p. 126.

ART. VI.--Letter from Lord Erskine to the Elitor of Mr.

Fox's Speeches prefired to that Collection. pp. 48. The little prefatory address before us, though not very important in itself, is yet calculated to excite interest. It is the production of one who once made a conspicuous figure on the

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