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moral philosopher and a social reformer !) penitence. They knew quite well that He had associated himself with Rodrigues, monasteries and nuuneries on the old-estabEnfantin, and a host of minor stars, all lished principles would never do in France, beaming their very best, and all leagued to- and that for * religious houses" or "social gether to persuade mankind, but particu- establishments” to become popular, they larly womankind, to associate together, must give good dinners, bumpers of wine place their fortunes in a common bank, live both at meeting and parting, and must keep happily, and die joyously, by following the late hours both for waltzing, gallopading, maxims of the dear departed Mr. Saint and quadrilling. But how was this to raise Simon.

the dignity of woman? How was this to It would have been impossible for any place her on an equality with man in the men to have selected a more appropriate scale of moral elevation? This was a puzmoment for making this experiment than zler to the mere novices in Saint Simonian. that chosen by this “band of deliverers.” ism ; but when Enfantin lectured, and Society in France was broken up into frac- Chevalier discoursed of physics" of the tions; every new theory was received with highest class, it was made apparent to all rapture; the revolutionists had gained so that the coffee, chocolate, déjeuners à la little by their revolutions, and the lads of fourchette, liqueurs, desserts, dinners, ban. the Polytechnic, the law and the medical quets, balls, soirées, and musical and the schools, were so much the leaders of the atrical entertainments, were only accompaunsettled and the visionary, that women's niments to the system of dissolving matri. heads were turned, as well as those of the monial alliances, and placing society on a sterner sex, and “liberty forever"-meaning different footing! * Look at the present the liberty for every one, both male and fe- state of marriage life in France,” exclaimmale, doing that which seemed good or evil ed Enfantin in one of his moments of exin his or her own eyes—was the cry which citement and eloquence, “and what do we met you in nearly every circle of the French see? Marriages of convenance. Fathers metropolis.

and mothers engaged in selling their chilHere and there, indeed, it was different. dren's happiness for the sake of a connex. The Legitimists looked on scornfully and ion with a wealthier or a titled family; scoffingly. The “justemilieu" strove to young girls allied to old men ; young men keep altogether by an increased police, tied to the apron-strings of some elderly quadrupled troops, and an enormous display spinsters from sixty-five to seventy; ignoof national guards. But society at large rant men, because wealthy, conducting was in a state of dissolution, and the words blue-stocking ladies to the altar of Hymen of Casimir Perier still vibrate on my ears, and patronized by their literary wives; "Monsieur, il n'y a plus rien-absolument stupid and frivolous women, possessed of rien;" or in other words, “Everything large fortunes, married to men who stand has gone to nothing !". And really this high in science, simply because the money was the case.

The philosophers of 1832 of the former was necessary to the perdebated every thing, disputed every thing, sonal standing of the latter ; wives openly denied every thing. They were not quite avowing they have lovers, and husbands sure that they existed ; and as to govern- making no secret that they have mistresses. ments, they vowed they should all be Do we not know, besides all this, that dispeedily destroyed.

vorce not being permitted in France, the So the moment was well chosen by Rod- most immoral and degrading, false and rigues, Enfantin, and Chevalier, for inculca. hypocritical alliances are maintained, ting new dogmas, or for enforcing old though the best feelings of human nature ones, and they added to their effrontery, repudiate them? Are not illegitimate chil. zeal; and to their zeal, sarcasm ; and to dren born to husbands in wedlock? And their sarcasm, abuse ; so that those who can a man have any confidence in the legitopposed them were ridiculed as belonging imacy of those, who yet call him their to the old-fashioned school, the antiquated, father ? Is not this state of things as before-the-deluge tribe, of " husbands and common to our provinces as it is to our wives, and all that sort of thing.” The capital, till at last marriage has become a tact of these three moral heroes consisted crime,' instead of a sacrament, and the in this, that knowing perfectly well that source of innumerable woes, instead of they addressed themselves to a carnal, sen- pure and sublime joy? Tell me not, then, sual, pleasure-loving people, their new re- ibat our system is immoral! It is yours ligion was precisely the reverse of morti- that is immoral, you who encourage this fication, privations, fasting, sackcloth or state of things by defending the system,


and by reproaching us who seek to raise | ly thought me an antediluvian sort of perthe moral dignity of the sex !"

son to refer to the commandments. He The disciples, the novitiates, the sisters, thought highly of Moses, and still more so all looked amazed at this picture of the of Jesus; and he was of opinion that Ma. awful state of society as it was in France, homet was an extraordinary man; but as and seemed to wonder how I could get out for Saint Simon and himself, and himself of the difficulty in which this oration must and Saint Simon, they were the ne plus have placed me. I remember, however, ultras of every thing. So I left him and I only felt dismayed at the reflection that visited the second father-the father in there stood a man, with a giant mind, who miniature-Michel Chevalier. I don't had ably and truly depicted the state of know how it was, but so it was, I society in his country, and yet who had could see Michel without laughing. He the temerity and the power to cause it to sought to be grave, he endeavored to en be believed that the condition in which gage me in controversy, he laid before me married persons existed in France was to be the moral wonders of their immoral changed, amended, improved-by what? scheme, and he even worked himself up to By nothing short of the cohabitation, with the belief, that he who had written an able out marriage, of the sexes. I know very pamphlet on the best mode of tying a crawell that he succeeded in convincing many vat, might likewise be destined to emanciladies who had small properties wholly pate the world! But, though he believed settled on them, and quite independent of this himself, he perceived that the pamphtheir husbands, that it was very wicked in. let and the cravat always stuck in my throat

, deed, and most repugnant to the laws of and that I was not to be converted to Saint nature and Saint Simon, to live together if Simonianism. you did not love each other; and many of The last time I entered the doors of the these silly ones left husbands, homes, chil. Saint Simoniacal establishment of the Rue dren, relatives, all-in order to enter the de Monsigny was to see how matters were Saint Simonian establishment in the, Rue conducted at a Saint Simonian ball. Well, de Monsigny.

I found plenty of lights, a vast number of The first time I ever entered that well. young and old men, stewards, with canes fitted-up, stylish, taking establishment, in most exquisitely adorned, and with gloves order to examine its arrangements and which fitted so tight that I quite trembled take notes for my future lucubrations on for the fingers to which they appeared to the subject, was one fine spring morning. have been attached, or affixed, by machineThe Père (Enfantin) was invisible! He ry; and I saw the “father and the was engaged in his study. I pleaded for "brethren" of this anti-monastic incorpoadmission. His room was enveloped in a ration exceedingly sedulous in their alten. dim religious light. The sun shone but ob- tions to divers ladies, who were reported scurely through ground glass darkly cold to have had money,” and to be "extremeored, and he looked a most handsome and ly unhappy in their matrimonial engageheart-winning fellow. He rose to receive ments and spheres ;" to be perfectly just to me, and we had a few minutes conversa- the base, or to the calumniated, husbands, tion. “The awful state of society in Eng. I will not pretend to say which.

The laland” was the subject to which he was di- dies in question were by no means handrecting his attention, and "he hoped also, some, pretty, or even passable, but they there to effect a large and vigorous re- had the “ quoi,which the French love bet. form!" I fancy I smiled incredulity, for ter than any thing else—that "quoi" being he replied rather petulantly, but still with ready money, and a wish to part with it. some point, and asked me how it was pos. The ladies aforesaid were sitting on a sort sible for man to progress, and society to of gently rising platform, but very close to advance, 'whilst bound down by the chains the ground, and all of them wore white of deplorable and blighted usages, ceremo- frocks (not gowns), blue sashes (not ceinnies, and superstitions? I asked him his tures, but såshes tied behind with a bow), remedy. He gave me some pamphlets. white stockings, white frilled drawers with I knew all they said beforehand, for I had exquisitely beautiful lace round close to read the then Globe of France, and had the feet, and, finally, black satin slippers, studied the works of Mr. Saint Simon. I made by that prince of cordoniers, Melendeavored to make him feel that immoral. notte, of the Rue de la Paix. In the cenity was not to be cured by vice, nor hy- tre stood ENFANTIN, dressed in the costume pocrisy by a violation of the command of the “Père,” in which the tri-colored ments. He smiled in return. He evident-emblems of France were tastefully displayed, and which evidently formed a subject One morn I missed them from the Rue Monsigny, of contemplation to the satellites which

The father and the brethren all had flown. surrounded him. “ Is he not handsome ?" What had become of them ?—They had reasked Chevalier, with anxiety and interest. tired to their hermitage. Where was that? “Indeed he is," I replied: "what a pity he —Just half a mile outside the Barrier of the should lose his time, and squander away his Rue Ménilmontant. The curaçoa bad all fine faculties and taste, in such humbug as been drank, the wine had all been absorbed, this !” Michel was never angry, for bet- truffled turkeys had been eaten, and Chevet ter-tempered man could not exist ; and yet and Corcellet (the suppliers of these condi. he was not quite pleased with me. Enfan- ments) had not been paid. But still some tin looked about and around with evident of these reformers of their species were pleasure. Gaping hundreds of the élite resolved on continuing in solitude and siof Paris society, attended at this ball. All lence their beneficent career, hoping for eyes were directed to him. Some shook better times, and anticipating future renown. their heads very knowingly, and said, “It There was but one impediment in the way was a revolution in itself.” Others looked of their becoming monks or hermits, at objectively, and thought "it would either least but one very formidable obstacle, and end in smoke, or become something of im- that was—they had no beards. What was mense importance.” A few men of the to be done ?—Retire to Ménilmontant! Cullast century recalled to my recollection in tivate botany, cabbages, and their beards ! one of the corners of the vast salle some Addict themselves to their studies, and to of the conceits and follies of the first rev. agricultural and horticultural pursuits, and olution; whilst refreshments of every de- not show themselves in public, except to the scription, in the utmost profusion, were few surrounding and struggling villagers, served up on costly plate or magnificent until their beards should look worthy of the china. What a splash! Louis Philippe followers of the immortal Mr. St. Simon. himself could not have offered a more Now it must not be thought that I am splendid banquet.

burlesquing or libelling these reformers, “But the best of things will pass," and when I say, that this was the real plan-the pleasure is fleeting, and joys are flitting. So bona fide plan-pursued; and that the Saint it was with Saint Šimonianism. The wines Simonians, with Enfantin and Chevalier at and the lights, the punch and the flowers, their heads, turned diggers, hoers, and the viands and the frocks, had all to be paid rakers, in the gardens of Ménilmontant. for; and the old saying about emptying the There, sighing over pleasures "never to barrel if meal be always taken out and never return," and over prospects which were full put in, was at last realized in this hospice for of clouds, darkness, and bitterness, they the unhappy. Rodrigues, who had attempt. cultivated their beards and potatoes, exed a loan from the public, had failed in his cluded the fair sex altogether, made their beneficent undertaking! The ladies who own beds, washed their own linen, cobbled were miserable in their married lives, and their own shoes, and cooked their own din. who had ready money, and plenty of it to ners; which dinners, albeit, were somewhat spare, were not quite so numerous as this different to those which were the themes of immortal trio had anticipated ; and, conse- universal praise when they tabernacled in quently, they did not arrive in such numbers the Rue Monsigny. to pour their contributions of goods and The last time I ever saw the Saint Simochattels, lands and tenements, into the nians as a body was at this very establishcommon treasury, as was really anticipated. ment at Ménilmontant. They had hired a So the meal-box got empty, the ladies trou- very large and antiquated building. The blesome and vexatious; and, one fine morn- gardens were extensive, and digging was ing, it was unanimously resolved by the in request. The beards were sprouting. male portion of the establishment, to "cut Some had grown into really respectable the fair sex," and turn monks! The ladies crops, but others had refused to put forth wanted their money back, but it was gone! in io any thing like luxuriance. Michel had The gentlemen had their hearts restored to kept up his spirits, and preserved all his them without any difficulty! The police archness and humor. He did not tie his were referred to, but all had been done quite cravat as well as formerly, and evidently his legally; and the wives who had abandoned clothes had seen better days. As to Enfantin, their homes for philosophy, and the dignity he was invisible, and was preparing for the of their own sex, found, to their cost, that “ sauve qui peut." they also "had paid too much for their

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complaints, the creditors became absurdly anxious to be paid their debts, the disciples found that

"House was gone and money spent," and yet that they had not increased their learning, in exchange for their good écus, and so a possé of police constables finished the whole matter under and by virtue of some law of “ Fructidor" and "Germinal,” or something else, which had as much to do with the subject as "pine-apple punch" forms any part of the controversy respecting the “Elgin marbles ;" and, in one word, St. Simonianism was driven into the streets like a common road mendicant, and left to starve and die on the roadside- What a dénoûment!

But stay, wondering reader, I have yet something better in store. Louis Philippe knew that such men as Enfantin and Cheva. lier would be sure to do much harm at home, unless employed abroad ; and so these two former students of the Polytech. nic School were employed by the French government in the north of Africa, and in Asia, to make maps, plans, charts; to examine soil, strata, mountains ; to look at the Nile; to go to North America, and study man in the United States, and finally to return to the land of their birth ; and, whilst Chevalier is one of the editors of the Jour. nal des Débats, a maitre de requêtes to the Council of State, and has published some admirable books on America and on science, approved and patronized by the government; Enfantin has returned from his voy. ages and tours in the Holy Land, and has, within the last month, published a report on Algeria which has nearly driven the French to distraction; since his facts, figures, and documents, are all most triumphant against the system so popular in France of African colonization. Enfantin and Chevalier are now comparatively wealthy men; and Louis Philippe has not in all his domains two subjects more devoted to himself and his gov. ernment than these two leaders of Ex-Saint Simonianism !

Does not this read very like a romance ? Yet every line and word of it is correct to the letter. We talk of the marvels of the age of chivalry! Why, they are nothing to our own; as my next Reminiscences will still more fully develope!

VALUABLE MANUSCRIPT.-A bibliophile is stated to have been recently found in an old farm-house near Annonay, a valuable MS. of the rough copy of the Aphorismes d' Hippocrate, by Marc Antoine Garot, of Annonay, which work was published by him in Greek, Hebrew, and Latin, in 1647. Gaïoi was professor of Hebrew at Rome for a long pe. riod.

Lit. Gazette.

From the Dublin University Magazine. " And will my father have me wed This hanghty lord,” Zurelli said“ And mother, must I leave thy side, To be this English stranger's bride ? Ah! can my once fond Father part For gold the darling of his heari, And make me break the true love plight That I but pledg'd on yesternight,Can palıry gain work all this wo, Ah ! speak my mother-is it so ?” “ It is. Thy hand is pledg'd, my girl, To England's noblest, brightest earl, He, wandering to our lonely isle, Heard praises of thy beauty's smile ; And yestereve, upon yon green, Enchanted by that beauty's sheen, Vow'd to disdain both birth and pride, And seek and win thee for his bride. -Nay, cling not to me thus, my child, Thy father on De Courcy smiled, And I-oh gaze not on me now, With that sad eye and earnest brow; They wring my soul to agonyYet I have sworn-and it must be ! Mark'd you no noble in the dance With lofty mien and eagle glance ; Did one not breathe fond words to thee, Needless I ween re-told by me, And did not my Zurelli's eye, With joy to the long gaze reply, That dwelt on her admiringly ?" "Yes, mother, there indeed was one Peerless amid that village throng : Guiseppe's was that matchless face, Guiseppe's was that form of grace. I marked his eye, so gently blue, Seek mine, and his alone I knew. Yes, breathings fond my bosom stirred, It was Guiseppe's voice I heard ; And his the plight, and his the vuw, That binds my willing spirit now. Mother, forgive thine own poor girl, I cannot wed this stranger earl; What though they say his form and face Are bright with manly beauty's grace, And broad and rich his fair lands be, In yon cold isle beyond the sea ; I cannot leave my childhood's home, From kindred and from friends to roam ; I cannot from my dear sire part, I cannot wring Guiseppe's heart. Alas! for my poor beauty's smile, That won the stranger to our isle ! Surely within his native land Full many a dame with jewell'd hand, And noble forn and brow of pride, Would gladly be De Courcy's bride ; How can a lowly maid like me Be fitting choice for such as he ?"

By Heaven, (her father sternly cried,) Zurelli thou shalt be his bride, Ay, even before the setting sun His course in yor red sky has run; Before he stoops his brow to lave Beneath the dark blue western wave, As surely as you heaving tide By evening's setting sun is dyed, Thou shali be Lord De Courcy's bride." i Alas! my father--is it so, And must thy poor Zurelli go ?

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And canst thou cast me from thy heart,

A bliss, pervaded earth and sky,
And wilt thou from thy darling part ?

If his beloved form was nigh,
Ah! can thy once so gentle eye

Joy, Light, and Hope were where he moved
Look tearless on mine agony !

So has this trusting bosom loved !
And must I leave fair Zante's shore,

And say-oh say, when all is past,
Nor look upon its beauties more,

That still I loved him to the last !"
And bid a long, a last farewell
To every shady Linden dell ?

The dark lengths of her glossy hair
And to the purple vineyard's shade

Are braided now with nicest care ;
Where with Guiseppe I have strayed,

The wreath of orange-blossoms now
And that lone fragrant citron grove,

Is placed upon her death.cold brow,
Where first I heard bis tale of love ?

On her fair neck the gems are hung,
Ah! wlio will tend my favorite flowers

The snowy veil around her fiung,
Within my pleasant garden bowers,

The maidens gaze with tearsul pride-
Or gently lead to greenest dell,

Their work is done-lead forth the bride!
Each morn my beautiful gazelle,

She gazed upon the waning sun,
Or watch wbile o'er the flowery slope

His shining course was nearly ruin,
Bounds lightly my swift antelope.

And varied tints stole o'er the sky
Ah! doubly dear, since mine no more,

Of rosy light, and purple dye,
Seem all I little prized before !

And lo! the western waters glow,
Yet hear me, father, hear me on,

Burned where he dipt his radiant brow!
Who, when thy own Zurelli's gone,
Will climb with thee the pasture-steep,

"Father-oh hear me still-once more
To help thee tend our gentle sheep ;

Ere yet all hope is wholly o'er !
Or train the truant vine with thee,

Remember that my maiden vow
Or pluck the pod from cotton tree,

Is not my own to offer now.
Cull the ripe currant clusters dark,

This is no time for bashful pride ;
And fill with fragrant fruit thy bark ;

The maid forsworn, the perjured bride,
And when thy spirit seeks repose

Must nerve her faltering tongue to speak,
At peaceful evening's welcome close,

Ay, though her bursting heart should break,
Ah! who will cheer thy wearied soul

Father, I love him-love him well,
With gay guitar and barcarole,

More than these trembling lips can tell.
Or keeping time to merry song,

He is the first thought day-light brings, Bound with the castanet along

His name the first sound memory singsThe happiest of the laughing throng ?"

At night arrayed in Fancy's beams,

This is the form that haunts my dreams, "No more, no more," her father cried

The very life-spring of my heart,
“That thou shalt be De Courcy's bride

I have no thought from him apart.
I've sworn before our Lady's shrine,

And I had sworn, through future years
And shall I break this oath of mine!

To share bis griefs, his hopes, his fears :
Go, wayward girl-in haste begone,

Surely a record is above
Thy bridal robe and wreath to don."

Of holy vows and truthful love,

Pure was our love, and fond our vow,
Before her mirror sat the bride,

In mercy, father, hear me now !!!
And fond ones decked with eager pride,
The tresses of the weeping girl

Why does Zurelli wildly start ?
With costly gem and orient pearl,

Guiseppe folds her to bis heart!
De Courcy's gists, each pearl and gem,

'Tis he, her bosom's best adored,
Worthy a princes's diadem ;

'Tis England's noblest, proudest lord ! While each fair maid extolled the grace

White was the plume that waved on bigli,
Or Lord De Courcy's form and face,

Borne on his cap of Tyria: dye,
And kissed Zurelli's tears away,

Rich was his mantle's graceful sold,
And bid her hail her bridal day.

His crimson doublet slashed with gold ;

The arm that round tbe maid was thrown
She turned with sickening soul away

With glittering badye of honor shone,
From flashing gem, and rich array,

While broidered on his ermined vest
And, “ deck with this pale rose," she said,

Blazed gorgeously the noble crest
" Your wretched victim's blighted head :

Won on a blood-red field of fame,
Would it adorned me for my grave!

The sign of proud De Courcy's name.
The last, last gift Guiseppe gave,
Just as we parted yesternight,

“ And cans't thou then forgive," he cried, Beneath the softened moonbeam's light,

“My fond deceit-my own loved bride ? -Yet no-I must not cherish now

Wandering by chance to this lone isle,
A gift of his look on iny brow :

I heard of fair Zurelli's smile ;
The purchase of my faith is there,

I sought thee in thy native bower,
The band that links me to despair.

And found that never lovelier flower
Ah ! fatal pride that bids my sire

'Neath English domes, or southern skies, Such honors for liis child desire !

That charined my heart, or blest mine eyes,
Guiseppe ! thou whose name has been

I longed to try if what is told
The music of Love's passing dream,

Of woman's love for rank or gold
Be thou forgotten-all is past,

Were false or true-as peasant low
So bright-so sweet-how could it last ?

I souglit thy heart-the rest you know.
And yet how shall I teach my heart-

The simple secret well has proved,
From all its cherished love to part,

'Tis for myself alone I'm loved ;
From that one passion which could fling

Oh, blissful thought ; and wilt not thou,
Beauty o'er every earthly thing !

Zurelli, keep thy late-pledged vow,
For not a leaf or flower or tree

And at yon altar's sacred shrine,
But told of happiness to me ;

Blest by thy parents now be mine ?


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