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The following inscription, · Montarge, Ali Ben 29 me, année de l’Heggire 1169,' gave rise to this annotation :

• This is a Turk, I suppose !'

Then came this petit morceau of prose, dictated by that military sentiment which the French call chauvinisme, and written by an old soldier:

• Here I am, returned to the spot which has been the witness of the high deeds of the heroes of the Iberical peninsula. The remembrance which they recall, is of a nature to rejoice the heart of an old soldier. The task was a hard one : we had a critical position on the eighteenth of June. Poor Buchanan! But the fortune of war so willed it. A day will come, when I also must quit this world ; whatever may happen, I shall never be able to do so in a more honorable manner, than those brave fellows who fell on the field of battle. Oh! if they had seen with what intrepidity the whole line charged the enemy in the evening! Huzza!

UN OFFICIER QUI A VINGT ANS DE SERVICE.' The corrective of these lines is close upon them :

0 age, reasoning and reasonable! A hundred thousand Frenchmen came here for the purpose of destroying an equal number of their fellow-beings, and of sacrificing themselves, to defend the cause of a despot, whose iron hand would never have accorded to them the advantages of a representative government. O the wisdom of our generation !

B. STEELE.' Lower down : * Here was spilled the blood of the young and the brave; here fell the hope of a father, the lover of the young maiden, and the husband of a young wife, tendre et fidèle. Here death was triumphant ! This earth was made drunk with human blood, and the scene of carnage of which this place was the theatre, was the work of the ambition of a single man, of une pauvre creature humaine, who received life and intelligence in the same way as did the most humble of the soldiers who perished for him. O men! men !'

Others, instead of philosophizing, turn their sympathy for the dead into a matter of speculation, by giving birth to an announcement, a sign, or an advertisement, after this fashion :

Fitz Patterley has come here to render homage to the manes of his father, who died upon the field of honor, and who was furnishing saddler to the first regiment of dragoons. Fitz Patterley has inherited the patriotism and the trade of his father; and he continues in the practice of both, at London, Number 40, Leicester Square.'

Underneath is this remark of a Frenchman :

• This reminds me of the following epitaph, which I read one day upon a tomb au Père la Chaise :'

Ci-git N. N***, marchand mercier de la Rue St. Dennis, Nombre ***; la veuve, desoleé, continue le même commerce, et espere conserver la faveur public.' 'Here lies N. N***, a haberdasher of Number * *, Rue St. Denis. His afflicted widow continues to carry on the same business, and hopes for a continuance of public patron

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Farther on, we read:

Irving Brook, of London, has visited, for the third time, the plain of Waterloo, this 26th of July, 1826. He thanks heaven that it has freed the world, by the bravery of his countrymen, of the cruellest tyrant that ever wielded a sceptre.'

This tirade is followed by these epithets :

'Chien d'Anglais! Brute! Bête.'

Lower down, are these Anglo-Français lines:

• Goddem, Goddem, pour moi bateau à vapeur, moi partir pour Londres, les Francais ménager pas nous l'

Near these lines, is this phrase:

BIFSTEK ET ROSBIF.'

'Benies soient les ames des braves, qui sont morts pour sauver leur pays!' 'Blessed be the souls of those brave men who died in the defence of their country!' UN HABITANT DE LONDRES.'

Then this vivat bachique:

Waterloo, Belle Alliance! Imperishable name! Huzza for old England, and the English army! Let's drink; here goes!'

George D. Clark, from London, who visited this place the fourteenth of September, 1838.'

M. Goubau, a lithographer from Brussels, expresses the sentiments which his journey to Waterloo inspired within him, thus:

'As putrefaction engenders life, and misfortune happiness, so the field of Waterloo, which saw the destruction of so many people, gave life to lithographs. I rejoice, then, at this common misfortune, or ill, as it has made my own particular happiness.

GOUBAU.'

Mr. Goubau is thus anathematized : 'Brigand, dog, hog, and egotist, of the first order! Without doubt a Flemish man.'

It is worthy of remark, that the softer sex has been the first to renounce this exclusive spirit of patriotism. Les femmes have first attempted that fusion and system of alliance, subsequently accomplished by M. de Talleyrand. Thus have they written:

Je rougis de la haine et de l'orgueil des Anglais.'

J'aime les Francais, de tout mon cœur et j'espere toujours vivre parmi eux; car les Anglais sont des préjugés et des bêtes.

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Une Anglaise, nommé Georgiana, qui a un amant officier Francais: twelfth September, 1826.'

Et les Francais sont des amours?'

I blush at the hatred and pride of the English.

I love the French with all my heart, and I hope I shall always live among them, for the English are full of prejudices, and are brutes.

'An English woman, named Georgiana, who has a lover, a French officer: twelfth September, 1826.'

'And the French are loves.'

'One Englishman can lick three Frenchmen at once!' exclaims, in burlesque French, writing battir for battre, some cockney, scandalized at this avowal. But this explosion in no way arrests the sensibility of our belles compatriots. In another passage, are these two inscriptions:

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My soul experiences here no sentiment of pleasure or of pain. My lover, who is a Frenchman, is not with me.

Then follow these two lines:

MARIA TEMPLETON.'

'Je verse une larme de regret,
Sur le sort des braves Francais.

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Emily Payne, an English woman, who loves the French with all her heart. Twelfth October, 1826: now staying at St. Omer.'

'May I lose the remembrance of this fatal battle!' writes Signor Caravillo.

Next come some lines in Spanish, of which the following is the

sense:

'Napoleon received at this place the price of his perfidious invasion of Spain. Thus perish all those who would wrong my country!' Farther on, are these words, the imprint of a mind imbued with a sense of justice and generosity:

'I have ran through this book, and I have found in it an esprit de parti, and of partiality, which should never be allowed to exist in well cultivated minds. 'Honneur au courage,' is my device, whether it be the courage of a Frenchman, a German, an Englishman, or of any other nation; honour to all those who have said 'La garde meurt, mais ne se rend part! They have as much right to celebrity as those who, during one entire day, resisted a whole army. I speak of the brave Forty-Second Highlanders.

GEO. CRAVEN DE SAXE.'

Here I paused, well satisfied with what I had read. I could not say any thing more reasonable than this. I had no desire to register my name, nor had I any will to the manufacturing of prose or poetry. gave the girl ten sous, the price exacted for the honor of scribbling in the Album, and went on my way.

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SONNET

BY A MOTHER TO HER SLEEPING BOY.

O, I could gaze for ever on that brow,

Where innocence and peace in beauty rest!
Upon those curls, that seem a cherub's nest;
That quiet smile, of sweet and heavenly glow,
And the dark silken lash, which gently now

Falls on that roseate cheek, so oft impressed
With love's warm kiss, when folded to this breast.
And will thy face in manhood's slumbers show
These tokens of a soul within serene?

Or in their stead, by time, will marks of care,
And disappointment's traces, there be seen?
No, if a widowed mother's fervent prayer
Prevail with Heaven, the ills which hers have been,
Shall never blight thee, bud of promise fair!

E. C. 8.

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BY G. HILL, AUTHOR OF 'THE RUINS OF ATHENS,' 'TITANIA'S BANQUET,' ETC.

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Bur little more than a year ago, the guns of a steam-ship, at the earliest day-break of a misty morning, announced off the Battery the presence of a strange trans-atlantic visiter. The surprise of the population that hastened in battalions to see this new-comer, was not so intense as it would have been, but for the quiet attitude of the steam-ship, and her small size; for when the masses of the people first put their eyes upon her, she was at rest on the bosom of our beautiful harbor; and but few of us felt the magnificence of this great idea of a new steam-bridge thus discovered for the old world and the new. When, however, at high sun, the tell-tale telegraph on Staten Island reported in the distance another smoking monster, of leviathan size, and strange proportion, hurrying thus the stream of population to the Battery, all our citizens began to feel an inflation of the heart, as this idea burst in its full magnitude upon them; when that black-sided monster of the deep, the Great Western came, without wind or sail, thrashing with her wheels into the midst of our shipping, and discharging her cannon, in honor of the triumph of Vulcan over Neptune. They who had seen the progress of Fulton's vast idea upon these very waters, and had felt in every thing the revolutions of society it had wrought on this continent, expanded their conceptions to the limits of a world; for man by matter, now they saw, ruled the ocean and the wind; and he who was but matter, felt within his bosom the sparkling divinity that is part and parcel of GoD himself. Then it was, that the enthusiasm of the thousands on that Battery, of all occupations, and all the various

shades of education, burst forth in cheers of tremendous grandeur, swelling from voices feeble, even in their highest pitch, to utter the height and depth of the joy within. The European-born almost kissed the bridge that reached, as it were, to the hills and vales of his own dear home. The emigrant felt now he had not parted with every thing, for he had but to cross the river, and he was at his own hearth, with his own dear mother aud his own dear sister at his side. The American, with the pride of a countryman of Fulton, rejoicing over another victory won for his immortality, felt that worlds had been taken up and moved, as it were, by some almighty arm; for America and Europe were now almost one; and he shadowed forth, in imagination of American brilliancy, the momentous consequences to society, to commerce, to agriculture, and to government, of the august revolution this sovereignty of steam was developing. The inhabitants of Palos were not more impressed with the mightiness of achievement, when Christopher Columbus returned from the discovery of America, than when this new Christopher Columbus of steam seized Neptune by the beard, and demolishing his trident, exalted Vulcan to his throne ; and the natives of Hispaniola could not have been in much more amazement than we, when, in the short space of six hours, two steam-ships came into our port, in the teeth of all the cries of science, and in mockery of the three thousand miles of barrier. The hearty welcome of the people, the throngs of thousands that visited these ships, the public demonstrations of the authorities of the city, which called from the gallant sailor, now in command of the British Queen,' the hearty exclamation This is the proudest day of my life!' we do not purpose to dwell

upon, for we hasten to explain what we consider are to be the revolutions of this now ocean-extended sovereignty of steam.

This virgin world in which we dwell, demands of the old world but two influences - Men and Money. Our wildernesses are rank for want of men, and on our own geography is written, in river, lake and bill, 'THE PROMISE TO PAY,' in abounding interest, all rational investments of money. The Swiss who is perched on a declivity of the Alps ; the Irishman who earns but a miserable livelihood in rejected bogs; the Hollander, who can rescue no more of soil from the sea ; the Sicilian, who has hardly enough of maccaroni and wine for his being; the Swede, from his sands of pine ; the Pole, hunted by the Russian cossack; the German, from the historic battlements of the Rhine, or the rich graperies of the plain, we invite ; we welcome here, each and all; whether they come from the burning land of the Moor, or the frozen regions of Siberia ; for this ever has been the asylum, the refuge, of every people of the old world, from the time the puritan Englishman Janded on the rock of Plymouth, to the landing of the Swedes on the Delaware; the Dutch in our own New-York; the Germans in Pennsylvania; the Spaniards in Florida or Alabama ; and the French in Louisiana. It is the glorious prerogative of a republic, to mould all nations into one; to change the subject to the citizen ; to tame the monarchist to the republican; and to raise up the disorganizer and the agrarian to the dignity and grandeur of a sovereign himself. True, in this fusion of conflicting elements, there is often danger; but the experience, not of

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