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From The Examiner.

THE QUARTERLIES.

dundant word. This ensures good English. But no man can write as he feels when he considers it dignified to reject the little word that lies next to his thought for a word of more syllables that has a bigger or more judicial sound. If a man be in judicial mood his form of speech will take from his mood the right judicial flavoring; but if he be not in a judicial mood, why should he weave himself a wig out of the queen's English? And let us guard this comment against standing for more than it means. Our quarterly essayists are seldom pretentious writers; each brings to his work usually a great wealth of substantial knowledge, gained by compilation or direct experience, upon the subject he discusses, and sets forth clearly what he has to tell. The mistaken notion that there is a dignity of syllables and sentences apart from that of the true thought in its own word leads to no stilted writing. Our quarterly essayists walk firmly on their feet; but they should vary their pace more with their humor, and be less monotonously particular as to the way of rising on their toes.

SINCE their first days a change has come over the nature of our quarterlies. They make no more attempt to sustain a character for vigorous originality, and as for a witty article on any subject, its inevitable eccentricity might even be thought to sacrifice the dignity of the review. There is so much rough-and-ready journalism panting to be witty, and only contriving to be smart, that the reviewer in a reputable quarterly disdains to be anything more or less than_judicial, grammatical, and well-informed. Every reviewer casts, or endeavors to cast his periods in the same mould of decorous gravity. Avoiding Scylla he strikes on Charybdis. Rightly disdaining to be smart, he quells his just and natural vivacity. But why should a good writer delude himself into the belief that he must make the expression of his thought less lively than the thought itself if he would be respectable? There is the same faulty notion of respectability in public speak ing. An able man who can convince a friend in ten minutes by the use of his natural voice, From The Examiner. addresses a room full of strangers, not by givPOLAND BEFORE THE INSURRECTION. ing all the more intensity to his own true expression of himself, but by falling into a AT Warsaw, the three crowned heads held drawl of monotonous cadences that only irri- a meeting which seemed to personify all the tate the ear. It is not undignified to be nat-disasters of the land. It must be said that, ural in saying what is worthy to be said as clearly as good English, and as forcibly as the most genuine, direct expression will permit. It is undignified to be formal where, as in good literature, the object is to be immediately and completely true. We set a very high value upon the present influence of quarterly reviewing, -never was its power to maintain the true standard of literature more important than it is in our own day, but we believe its service to the public would be even greater than it is if it anticipated the impending doom of all false dignity. To the elastic movement of thought, language must adapt One religious service followed the other, itself with infinite variety of form. With of in memory of the patriot-poets, Mickiewicz, course occasional exceptions when, through Krasinski, and Slovaçki; and on November some man of bolder genius who will write as 29th, 1860, that song was heard, for the first he feels, the angel descends to stir the waters time, which for a year has been the impasof the pool, the pool of English writing in sioned watchword of the multitude, which our quarterlies is rather stagnant. If it be has echoed in cathedrals, and which has gone asked, what it is that we want when we at-up from the humblest country churches-that tack constantly the over-familiar smartness, "Boze cos Polske "-" Give us our country! and the vernacular slipslop of the great mass O Lord! give us our liberty! In a short of popular writing of the day, if we discover time, the whole face of affairs had changed, also a false dignity of style in works of such sub- and an electric thrill ran through the country. stantial mark and value as our foremost quar- Perhaps it ought to be called a revolution; terlies. We want fearless directness; given it certainly was a moral revolution, and it resomething to say that is worth saying, a la- vealed that which had hardly as yet been susbor only to express that clearly, just as it is pected--the existence of a nation, unimpaired felt. There is no perfect clearness of ex- by suffering and by trial. To be a revolupression without faultless grammar, and the tion, it had a strange beginning. There was extinction from each sentence of every re- no violence, no bloody intentions, no insur

to choose Warsaw as a place of meeting between these three masters of Poland-the Emperor of Russia, the Emperor of Austria, and the King of Prussia-and to choose it, too, just when all Europe was ringing with the enfranchisement of Italy, was to throw a challenge to our unhappy nation; nor was it long before popular feeling took up a challenge which was the second it had received from Alexander-his first having been that address to the nobility of Warsaw which he had made after the Congress of Paris. After this, demonstrations increased.

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rections; but there were psalms and prayers, and manifestations, at once enthusiastic and regulated; and there was an outburst, as energetic as it was unexpected, of that irresistible force which is called the soul of a nation. Everything converges to that month of February, 1861; and then it was that this Polish insurrection really assumed the character of a passionate drama, full of startling originality. The 25th was the anniversary of that formidable battle of Grochow, in which the Poles, in 1831, disputed for the mastery with Russia during three whole days. The morning of February 25th dawned dark and misty. They were to go that day to pray for the slain of the battle of Grochow, and, from an early hour, the populace, impelled by one spontaneous passion, thronged the streets. An immense procession was soon formed; they marched without disorder, and with torches in their hands. Before them went a banner, with the white eagle. As they walked they sang the hymn,Swiety Boze "-" Holy Lord God Almighty, have pity upon us; be pleased to give us back our own country. Holy Virgin Mary, Queen of Poland, pray for us." Up to this time, the Government had done nothing to stop the manifestation (it had not even been prevented), when suddenly Colonel Trepow, the head of the police, appeared, and threw two squadrons of the armed police upon this dense crowd. The multitude fell on their knees, and continued their psalm, while being cut down by the troops. More than forty persons were wounded. At this moment the Agricultural Society happened to be sitting, and a violent emotion was produced there by the intelligence that an inoffensive mob had been massacred. Court Zamoyski, the President, mastering his own emotion, endeavored to preserve calmness, and, putting an end to the sitting, he repaired to Prince Gortschakoff, who seemed surprised, and certainly showed conciliatory intentions. The Russian officers were indignant at the tasks assigned to them, and one of them, General Liprandi, went so far as to say that, as long as he commanded the infantry, he would not permit them to be marched upon unarmed men. The truth is, that one more such victory as that of February 25th would have made everything look very doubtful for Russia. The work of thirty years vanished, before the apparition of a people ready to die undefended. The whole town was in inexpressible anxiety, and on the following day mourning was worn for the victims of the previous day.

On the 7th of April, 1861, an immense crowd went to the cemetery to pray for the slain of February. Later in the evening they marched to the square at the castle, which was occupied by troops, and there with loud cries demanded the repeal of the order by

which the Agricultural Society had been dissolved. But this crowd was so far from threatening any violence that the military did not continue to keep the ground, and they dispersed at last, promising to re-assemble on the following evening. Accordingly, on the evening of the 8th, a still larger assemblage repeated the manifestation of the preceding day in front of the castle. The prince lieutenant himself came down and mixed with the crowd in order to appease it. He asked them what they wanted; and the response was unanimous, being contained in these significant words, "We want our country."

For the rest, nothing in this excited concourse of men, women, and children betrayed any aggressive thoughts, or any intentions of strife. They were warned that they must disperse: but with dark passion they replied, "You may kill us but we will not move; and before the troops drawn up in order of battle, they remained impassive, till suddenly a post-chaise happened to pass, and the postillion played on his horn the air of Dombrowski's legions: "No never shall Poland perish!" Immediately an enthusiastic cry burst from every breast, and as the populace fell on their knees, a movement was preceptible through the whole crowd. Did the troops believe that they were about to be attacked, or did they obey a command? Were they decided by the plain and conclusive reason, that a resolution to fire had been adopted the evening before, because a stop must be put to this state of affairs?

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However it may have been, an instantaneous fire was opened. While some squadrons of cavalry received orders to charge, fifteen volleys from the infantry made many bloody openings in the mass of defenceless beings who now found themselves hemmed in on every side. While being cut down, the crowd continued to kneel and to pray. women and the children were grouped together on their knees round an image of the Virgin, at the extreme end of the square, and there the people remained until late into the night; so late that the troops had been previously drawn off the ground. It is certain that more than fifty persons had perished, and that the number of the wounded was immense; but darkness has always been allowed to hang over the numbers who fell on that night. An eyewitness wrote with emotion: "Never shall I be able to make you understand this unparalleled contempt of death, which is so enthusiastic that it animates men, women, and children. Old soldiers, accustomed to being under fire, assure me that never, when so close, have the most solid troops preserved a heroism as calm and invincible as this crowd has displayed when furiously charged by cavalry and under fire."-Narrative of a Siberian Exile.

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ALP-LAND.
I STOOD upon the Wengern Alp and dreamed,
One starry midnight in the autumn time,
Till, soul and sense entranced, I saw, or seem'd
To see, a new, strange world, before the time
Of age had dimmed the wonders of its prime :
Snows, glaciers, Alps, around, above, beneath;
Strength, beauty, grandeur, awful and sublime,
Where never human footstep, human breath,
Disturbed the rule and reign of everlasting death.
There was old Schreckhorn, with his hoary brow,
The white-cowled monk, great Eigher, seamed
with scars,

And, loftiest of all, the pure Jungfrau,
Like a veiled vestal crowned with burning

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Like some rebellious host that God had driven Down, down to the abyss, from the far fields of heaven.

Again, and nearer, that deep, fearful sound

Lifted its clamor to the vaulted sky, Hissed in the air and groaned along the ground, Waking ten thousand echoes in reply. The roar of cannon, rattling musketry,

Seemed blended and repeated, o'er and o'er, From hidden fosse and cloud-capped battery, As if the Titans, mighty as of yore, Did battle with the gods on the invisible shore. And so the hours wore on, and stole away

The silver starlight from the brow of night; A sudden shining heralded the day,

And the pale Alps blushed in the dawning
light.

A crimson curtain, fringed with pearly white,
Slowly above the gray horizon rose-
Slowly the slopes and frozen seas grew bright,
But day was drawing midway to its close
Ere the great sun climbed up to that lone land
of snows.

He scaled the eternal ramparts, length by length,
O'er bastion, parapet, and tower he came,
Like a bold warrior, glorious in his strength,
With a red banner and a crown of flame.
He looked upon the snows, and they became
Inlaid with diamonds, dazzling human eyes
With a great glory that no tongue can name;

As though some angel, passing in the skies,
Had opened suddenly the gates of Paradise.

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Of disappointment, pain, and sorrow, rife Where poor humanity walks in the paths of life. Ye are unsullied by the serpent's trail

Of sin and death, with all their weary woes, And ye do minister within the veil

Of an eternity that never knows The changes of decay. Time overthrows Man's proudest glory, but his hand has striven In vain to mar your beauty. As ye rose

When form and light to the young earth were given,

Ye stand with your white brows by the closed gates of heaven.

SARAH T. BOLTON.

Indianapolis, Indiana, March, 1863.

-N. Y. Evening Post.

USE ME.

BY DR. BONAR

MAKE use of me, my God!
Let me be not forgot;
A broken vessel cast aside-
One whom thou needest not.
I am thy creature, Lord,

And made by hands divine;
And I am part, however mean,
Of this great world of thine.
Thou usest all thy works-

The weakest things that be; Each has a service of its own,

For all things wait on thee.
Thou usest the high stars,

The tiny drops of dew,
The giant peak and little hill;
My God, oh, use me too!
Thou usest tree and flower,

The rivers vast and small;
The eagle great, the little bird
That sings upon the wall.
Thou usest the wide sea,

The little hidden lake,
The pine upon the Alpine cliff,

The lily in the brake:

The huge rock in the vale,

The sand grain by the sea, The thunder of the rolling cloud, The murmur of the bee.

All things do serve thee here

All creatures, great and small; Make use of me, of me, my God, The weakest of them all.

From The National Review.

PASSAGES FROM THE LIFE OF ERASMUS. 1. Unpublished Papers in the Public Record Office.

2. Erasmi Epistolæ.

not the product of the same necessity, at the least the most potent aid to that same need, the Latin Church found in the Vulgate an instrument for reaching all hearts and guiding all tongues. For those new races, the THE present Dean of St. Paul's has famil- founders of the nations of Western Christeniarized his readers with the expression, dom, all their carliest religious impressions "Latin Christianity." The phrase is new, were connected with the Vulgate. From the and is apt to suggest a distinction that never Vulgate all forms of thought took their first existed. Had the patriarch of Constantino- direction. What popes and schoolmen never ple succeeded in his opposition to the rival could have done-for securing uniformity of patriarch of the West, had an imperial court belief and worship; for rooting in the hearts overawed by its splendor and authority the of men the grand idea of one Church, one humble palace of the Vatican, Greek Chris head, one language, binding the old to the tianity (if that be meant as a correlative to new races in unbroken succession, and to him Latin) might have found a centre, in which above all who had the keys of death and hell the thousand varying lights of Greek intel- -was done by the silent and irresistible inlect might have converged. But in fact fluence of the Vulgate. No wonder, then, Greek Christianity, as represented by the that any attack on its authority should have Greek fathers, is little more than a feeble been resisted as a deadly thrust against the reflection of the Latin. Christianity, strange very foundation of that system which had to say, awakened no responsive chord of the grown up with the growth of centuries and old Greek mind; the poetical and philosoph-entwined itself with every fibre of the heart ical elements of earlier days sprung up to no and imagination of mankind. second life. Even that logical subtlety which struck such vigorous root in the Latin Church found no place in the Greek. The intellect, language, and leisure of the Greeks would have seemed to point them out as the most suitable guardians and interpreters of the New Testament. And yet, as if to falsify all human anticipations in these matters, the Greek Church produced no expositors comparable to the Latin, Athanasius excepted. The social forms and economy of Christian life are of Latin growth. Our ecclesiastical ceremonies and dresses are Latin; our prayers and liturgies are Latin: our disputes upon cardinal points of doctrine are founded upon Latin words, and guided entirely by our conceptions of their Latin meaning.

Placed in the van of that battle which Christianity had to wage with the new barbarian nationalities of the North, the Latin mind gained new life and vigor from the struggle. If it be true that there are men whose genius, like aromatic herbs, never gives out its fullest sweetness until they are bruised and trampled on, it is equally true that but for these collisions we might have known the old Latin literature in its strength and majesty, but never in "its hearse-like strains; " never in its more spiritual forms, and that ascetic beauty which haunts and lingers round the memory like a spell. If

It is, then, as the opponent of that authority which till his time had been held infallible, and for this alone, that Erasmus can be regarded as the precursor of the Reformation. In his jests against the clergy, or rather against the religious orders, the clergy laughed as heartily as himself, secure and heart-sound. It was only when he proceeded to examine the evidence on which the Vulgate rested that they looked grave; when he claimed to apply to the authorized translation of the Scriptures the same rules of criticism as the scholars of his days were applying to Cicero or to Virgil. In this respect his influence on the Reformation was greater than Luther's; as the application of the principles of interpretation introduced by Erasmus must, under more favorable circumstances and in more vigorous hands, lead to consequences more important. At this time, when so much excitement has sprung up on the subject of biblical interpretation, we have thought that an account of this first effort at theological criticism might not be without interest to our readers.

In the year 1509, Erasmus was in Italy, when he received a letter from William Lord Mountjoy, urging his instant return. With more than a significant hint at the parsimony of Henry VII., Mountjoy informed him that the reign of avarice was at an end.

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