"It would not be an awkward thing to marry Ursula with M. Savinien," said the butcher. "The old lady dines M. Minoret to-day; Trennette came at five o'clock to secure a tenderloin steak."

"Ah, well! Dionis, there is fine work going on!" said Massin, running to meet the notary, who came upon the square.

"What now? all is going well," replied the notary. "Your uncle has sold his income, and Madame de Portenduère has asked me to her house to sign an obligation of a hundred thousand francs, secured by her property, and lent by your uncle."

Yes; but if the young people were to marry?"

"It is as if you said that Goupil is my successor," replied the notary.

"The two things are not impossible," said Goupil.

THE MIGHT OF WOMAN.

TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER BY C. T. BROOKS.

MIGHTY are yeye are so by the still charm of the present;
What the still one does not, never the stormy can do.
Force I look for in man, of law the majesty wielding!

Woman can only by grace hold a legitimate sway.

Many have ruled, it is true, by the might of mind and of prowess;
But they have forfeited thee, highest and purest of crowns!
Womanly beauty alone makes a true queen of the woman:

Let her be seen, and she rules rules by her presence alone.

DOCTOR BELLOws denies that he made use of the expression that he "could not pronounce the soul of Theodore Parker to be lost, but he affirmed that he (Parker) had not accepted the means of salvation." His present version of the matter is "not that I entertain any fear of the loss of Mr. Parker's soul, although I think that he did not accept the condition of salvation prescribed by the New Testament."

CRITICAL NOTICES.

The Eighth Commandment. By CHARLES READE. Boston: Ticknor & Fields. Cincinnati: G. S. Blanchard.

With good corkage, Charles Reade is about as delicious a brand of "the sparkling" as can now be imported. When any book of his appears, we await nobody's criticism, we notice nobody's neglect; we are indifferent as to whether he has written about a man or an elephant, a thief or a theatre, we go straightway and get the book, and never find in it one dull line. Nihil tetigit quod non ornavit. Here, now, is a book which is in no wise a fiction, but a plain, homely truth, all relating to acts of Parliament, statistics, and squabbles between the witty French dramatists and piratical London managers; yet it is one of the most delightful works Reade has ever written. He would scarcely pardon us for saying it, but we can scarcely regret the annoyances and loss he has personally undergone in his efforts to establish literary justice between England and France, since they have been the means of giving us this piquant, sketchy revelation of himself and kindred characters. In a modest, because inevitable and unconscious way, Mr. Reade gives us the story of himself, and that self is "every inch a king." We liked much the last story of our author, which he called "A Good Fight;" but here, too, is a story of a Good Fight, and one which must be in the end crowned with as fair a success. The sketches of Maquet and others, and of the scene in the Surrey Court, are as brilliant as anything by Edmund About, of whom our author frequently reminds us. Here's a health to thee, Charles Reade!

The Wild Sports of India: with Remarks on the Breeding and Rearing of Horses, and the Formation of light, irregular Cavalry. By Capt. HENRY SHAKSPEAR, Commandant Nagpore Irregular Force. Boston: Ticknor & Fields. 1860. Cincinnati: G. S. Blanchard.

A bright, agreeable book, full of truth to Nature and graphic sketching. The Indian who, when asked if he had known a certain hero in the war, replied, "I ate a piece of him," gave the idea of a great deal of our knowledge of Nature and Life; and though the method of the naturalist who goes to forest and stream without rod or gun may be higher, we could little do without the fact and insight furnished by the brave, unphilosophical, keen-sensed adventurer, who has touched and tasted the varieties of life and landscape. Of these Capt. Shakspear is a fine specimen, and we recommend his account to all the lovers of our many-breasted mother Earth, and of the manifold creatures she cherishes.

Unitarianism Defined; the Scripture Doctrine of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: A course of lectures by FREDERICK A. FARLEY, D.D., Pastor of the Church of the Savior, Brooklyn, N. Y. Boston: Walker, Wise & Co. Cincinnati: G. S. Blanchard.

A better title would be, Unitarianism Confined, or perhaps Coffined. There must be, we suppose, a mission upon earth for all facts, even the dreariest, for Mr. Carlyle says there is; but wherefore, in the name of Sleepy Hollow, should any one come at this day to tell us, what all scholars know, that the Trinity is not a Scriptural doctrine? Neander and Bun

sen have demonstrated that, no less than Norton and Channing. "Set not thy foot on graves!" Did the Unitarian fathers who sleep, do their work so inadequately that we must have Farley & Co. do it all over again? Are we never to get beyond the a-b ab of the Liberal movement? We once knew the author of this work to introduce at a large festive occasion, in Faneuil Hall, where some five hundred persons were gathered to eat and make speeches, a letter he had just received giving the lugubrious details of the death-bed of a member of his parish, who had just died, a lady, we believe, whom none knew but himself; of this we are forcibly reminded by this introduction amid living people and living questions of this catalogue of texts, about a dogma which one would think had only recently been interred at the Church of the Savior in Brooklyn.

The Word of the Spirit to the Churches. Boston: Walker, Wise & Co. (C. A. Bartol.) Cincinnati: G. S. Blanchard.

If the above was Unitarianism coffined, this is an attempt to galvanize the same by a kind of spiritualistic interpretation, and one which, because of the weakness of the battery, gets no farther than a sublime pretense. The writer shows affectation in every stroke of his pen, and only succeeds in revealing the passionless, bloodless nature of the church to which he adheres, by this effort at making his common-places pass under the image and superscription of Transcendentalism. It doesn't even require a banker to nail such false coin to the counter.

BUST OF THEODORE PARKER.

MISS FOLEY, of Boston, has just executed an exquisite bust of Mr. Parker. We have never seen any better representation of any one; and in this case the success is the more admirable because of those characteristics of Mr. Parker's head and face, which those who knew him best had learned to associate with his spiritual faculties. We were particularly struck at Miss Foley's felicitous interpretation of his nose: Mr. Parker had a nose of rather marked plainness, and common observers would call it a "snub." But the nose had in it a "saving clause: " up where it branched into strong eye-brows and widened for individuality, it was a nose which night have won him promotion under Napoleon, who, it is well known, selected his Marshals with reference to their noses. We are delighted to see by the Boston press that, this work of the young and rising artist has satisfied Mr. Parker's friends entirely Mr. Phillips, Mr. Garrison, Mr. Sanborn, and others, having found it so complete that there is talk of employing Miss Foley on one of life-size. We hope this will be done. Meanwhile, we can most heartily commend this bust to all who are interested in Mr. Parker. Its price is $3.00, and it may be found at Wm. Wiswell's, in this city.

FRIENDS AND FELLOW CITIZENS: We are met to exchange congratulations on the anniversary of an event singular in the history of civilization: a day of reason - of the clear light of that which makes us better than a flock of birds and beasts; a day which gave the immense fortification of a fact — of gross historyto ethical abstractions. It was the settlement, as far as a great empire was concerned, of a question on which almost every leading citizen in it had taken care to record his vote; one which for many years absorbed the attention of the best and most eminent of mankind. I'might well hesitate, coming from other studies, and without the smallest claim to be a special laborer in this work of humanity, to undertake to set this matter before you,- which ought rather to be done by a strict coöperation of many well advised persons; but I shall not apologize for my weakness. In this cause no man's weakness is any prejudice. It has a thousand sons: if one man can not speak, ten others can,—and whether by the wisdom of its friends, or by the folly of the adversaries, by speech and by silence, by doing and by omitting to do, it goes forward. Therefore I will speak-or, not I, but the might of liberty in my weakness. The subject is said to have the property of making dull men eloquent.

It has been in all men's experience a marked effect of the enterprise in behalf of the African, to generate an overbearing and defying spirit. The institution of slavery seems to its opponent to

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have but one side, and he feels that none but a stupid or a malignant person can hesitate on a view of the facts. Under such an impulse I was about to say, If any can not speak, or can not hear the words of freedom, let him go hence; I had almost said, Creep into your grave, the universe has no need of you! But I have thought better let him not go. When we consider what remains to be done for this interest, in this country, the dictates of humanity make us tender of such as are not yet persuaded. The hardest selfishness is to be borne with. Let us withhold every reproachful, and, if we can, every indignant remark. In this cause we must renounce our temper and the risings of pride. If there be any man who thinks the ruin of a race of men a small matter, compared with the last decoration and completions of his own comfort,who would not so much as part with his ice-cream to save them from rapine and manacles, I think, I must not hesitate to satisfy that man, that also his cream and vanilla are safer and cheaper by placing the negro nation on a fair footing than by robbing them. If the Virginian piques himself on the picturesque luxury of his vassalage, on the heavy Ethiopian manners of his house-servants, their silent obedience, their hue of bronze, their turbaned heads, and would not exchange them for the more intelligent but precarious hired-service of whites, I shall not refuse to show him that when their free-papers are made out, it will still be their interest to remain on his estate, and that the oldest planters of Jamaica are convinced that it is cheaper to pay wages than to own the slave.

The history of mankind interests us only as it exhibits a steady gain of truth and right in the incessant conflict which it records between the material and the moral nature. From the earliest monuments it appears that one race was victim, and served the other races. In the oldest temples of Egypt negro captives are painted on the tombs of kings, in such attitudes as to show that they are on the point of being executed; and Herodotus, our oldest historian, relates that the Troglodytes hunted the Ethiopians in four-horse chariots. From the earliest time the negro has been an article of luxury to the commercial nations. So has it been down to the day that has just dawned on the world. Language must be raked, the secrets of slaughter-houses and infamous holes that can not front the day must be ransacked, to tell what negro-slavery has been. These men, our benefactors, as they are producers of corn and wine, of coffee, of tobacco, of cotton, of sugar, of rum