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quite so kindly as with Bertie and Ara-drils, new leaves, and even bears good minta. The older one grows, the deeper fruit to the end. It is a daily amazement the wounds and the more pain they cause; to his friends, who knew him in the days though also, all of us, if wise, know that of his powerful manhood and lusty these wounds will be got over in time, that strength, to see how well he has got over this pain will case to ache. Nevertheless, it; but the power which is good for one for the time being, it is bad to bear, and thing is for the most part good for anoththe healing process is slower. Loss of er, and the resignation of a strong man to fortune, of friends, of the dearest twin of the inevitable is as brave as used to be his your life that second self, without whom courage in the presence of danger, as vital it seems to you now that you cannot exist as was his energy against obstacles and at all the child from the mother's breast, difficulties. the boy from the father's side, the prop of your old age, the companion of your soul and the joy of your eyes-all these go from you and fling you into the abyss of despair; but you get over it. A few years of troubled health may be, of tears starting readily to your eyes on small occasions, of the constant presence of gloom, and the daily thought of death- and then by degrees the clouds lift gradually, bit by bit, step by step, till you drift under the serene blue sky again, where, if all things are not as they were before the storm came which broke your flowers and beat down your temple, they are at the least beautiful to look at and good to live with. We grant it great sorrows leave traces that are ineffaceable, and life is never entirely the same after them as it was before; but for all that, we get over even the deepest of these sorrows, and go on in the old grooves, with here and there sad places as reminders, but substantially everything the same as heretofore.

We get over even that loss of health and strength which leaves the citadel sound if the outworks are sapped and taken. The strong man and mighty hunter learns to live as a cripple as a living death, paralyzed and bound to his chair for the remainder of his time. When it was first told him that he was maimed and ruined, he felt that he could not get over it that he should die of the anguish which only strong men know. But the blessed vis medicatrix, which could do nothing for his body, does all for his mind, and he wears down into his sorrowful place, and gets over it in the best way he can. He finds consolation "compensation," as Emerson says - and, like a vine pruned to the quick, puts forth fresh ten

Men get over, too, even the discovery of hidden passages in their lives which they believed when first disclosed would ruin them forever - that slip some twenty years ago, when the books of the private little society of which he was the treasurer and secretary were found to have been tampered with, and moneys that had been paid in were never able to be drawn out by those to whom they belonged. Well! when that small lapse from the gentleman's code of honour and the vulgar rules of common honesty was made known, the delinquent thought for sure he should never get over it; but he did. He lived it down; success, based on fraud, grew as the old legends say Naples grew on the foundation of the magic egg laid there by "Virgilius." Let the egg break, and the goodly city would sink into the sea; let the fraud come full to the light, and the whole superstructure of opulence and respectability would fall to the ground. But it does not; and for the whispered revelations made in past time - he gets over them. So of the woman. She stands on the pinnacle of feminine honour. hair is grey, and her cheek has lost its roundness. She thought she should never have got over it, when years ago her letters were shown in the club, and her poor little secret was blown by gossip and scandal to all four corners of the earth. But she did in time, and now walks as smoothly as if no such misfortune had happened to her youth—as if she had never known what it was to be looked at askance, and spoken of with bated breath and small respect. She got over it; and now - who would suspect that she has ever had to ford so deep a river, to skirt by so terrible a precipice?

Her

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From The Westminster Review. ROUSSELET'S TRAVELS IN INDIA.*

differently situated; his choice was unfettered, and he exercised it, as we think, Of the work named at the head of this wisely. He was comparatively indifferarticle, not the smallest attraction to the ent to the India of railways, hotels, and English reader will be found in the inter- telegraphs," but bent on seeing "the esting description given by M. Rousselet courts and countries ruled by native of his sojourn at native courts, and in princes, great and small, of all ranks and countries under native rule recently visited all creeds." In these countries he spent under very different circumstances, by H. several years, and lost no opportunity of R. H. the Prince of Wales. Apart from studying "the architectural monuments, this, however, M. Rousselet's work is of religious beliefs and symbols dating back much value as the best existing popular to earliest history, works of art and sysdescription of the large portion of India tems of civilization and progress." He through which he travelled. The eager has placed before the public the result of and general attention with which the these studies in a style admirably calcuprince's movements have been followed lated to fix attention. We recognize renders very opportune the publication of throughout the advantage of the French valuable information which the newspaper traveller's having brought "a fresh mind reports, however admirable, do not supply. and independent ideas to bear on his subColonel Buckle's translation has been in ject, free from any preconceived bias or some quarters criticised with severity for prejudice." The exceeding fidelity of his which we cannot find sufficient grounds. picture can be thoroughly apparent only It is certainly not perfect, but its imper- to those who have been in India; they fections are trifling, as they are not calcu- will assuredly endorse the editor's opinlated to convey, in any appreciable de-ion, that all who are "already familiar with gree, impressions other than those which the subjects of this work will find pleasure the original is intended to convey. The present is, however, a very costly edition, and it may be hoped that one cheaper, and more portable, will shortly be forthcoming. M. Rousselet's description of his reception by, and his communications with, many of the native chiefs who have occupied prominent places in the pageants and ceremonies connected with the royal visit is well worth perusal. The prince saw comparatively little of those chiefs as M. Rousselet saw them, in their own homes. There was necessarily much monotony in the royal progress, consisting, as it for the most part did, of state entries, addresses, levées, formal visits, reviews, and balls, which must be, mutatis mutandis, one very much like the other. This has been complained of in India, but without sufficient reason, or consideration of the unavoidable difficulties in the way of other arrangements. M. Rousselet was very

* India and its Native Princes: Travels in Central India and in the Presidencies of Bombay and Bengal. by Louis ROUSSELET. Carefully revised and edited by Lieut.-Col. BUCKLE. Containing 317 illus trations and six maps. London: Chapman & Hall 1876.

in recalling to memory the scenes and objects so well described, while the reader who has no personal acquaintance with a country as yet scarcely touched by railways, or even metalled roads, may, by the aid of a multitude of excellent illustrations, accompany the lively French traveller, in imagination, on his Indian journey. The engravings speak for themselves, and will probably give a better idea of what there is to see in the native states of India than has ever been given before.”

M. Rousselet left France on the 20th June 1864, embarking at Marseilles on board the English steamer "Vectis" for Alexandria. Suez was reached by railway, and there he found the Peninsular and Oriental Company's steamer " Malta," from which he landed at Bombay on the 8th July, the latter part of the voyage from Suez having been, owing to the prevalence of the south-west monsoon, anything but enjoyable. On board the "Malta," however, everything had been done to make the time pass agreeably, and M. Rousselet's spirits were high when he reached Bombay; but the landing was effected under depressing conditions of heavy trop

ical rain and its accompanying misty half- | which, he tells us, turns the stomach of all

darkness, which considerably quenched his
enthusiasm. He found it difficult then
to admire anything; indeed, he tells us
that he never, in the whole course of his
life, 66
experienced such a feeling of sad-
ness and disappointment as on that day."
His disappointment was not to end here.
He had always imagined the accounts of
rain in the tropics to be much exaggerated,
and he insisted on at once proceeding on
his journey into the interior, but was at
last unwillingly convinced of the impos-
sibility of doing so. He therefore located
himself at Mazagon, in a comfortable and
picturesque cottage, half-hidden by trees,
and there proceeded "to utilize the rainy
season by spending it in the study of the
languages of India." Mazagon, during the
rainy season, was not, however, in all re-
spects to M. Rousselet's taste; his own
very narrow escape, and the death of a
servant, from the bite of a cobra-de-capello
left on him no very favourable impression
of a locality which he thus amusingly de-

scribes :

At nightfall there arises on every side a noisy concert from a thousand little crickets, grasshoppers, and other insects, that to unaccustomed ears gives the effect of a piercing and continuous cry. Add to this the frequent assemblages of jackals near your house, striking up their melancholy strains, to which all the pariah dogs in the neighbourhood think themselves bound to respond, and you will have some idea of the sublime tranquillity of the night in this favoured town. I recommend it, however, to the enthusiastic naturalist, for besides the mosquitoes, which are here of remarkable size, he will have the pleasure of the company or vicinity of the bandicoot rat, which is of a monstrous size; the muskrat, an inoffensive animal, but not agreeable to nervous people on account of its smell and sharp cries; the enormous bull-frog, whose voice justifies the name it bears; and also the Indian vampire, called here the flying fox.

There is an excellent description of M. Rousselet's first visit to the native town of Bombay. On entering its huge bazaars, he was immediately deafened by the prevailing din, and found himself half-suffocated in an atmosphere full of the odour of ghee and grease, exhaled from the numerous confectioners' shops - an odour

who for the first time experience it. Despite the smells, however, he could not help admiring "those famous bazaars, and the world of peoples and races, of perfectly distinct types and costumes," crowded together in them. The Tower of Babel could scarcely, he thinks, have assembled a more complete collection of the human race.

Another interesting and curious sight was afforded by the Jaïn hospital for sick or deformed animals, who are there carefully tended until their cure or death. Of the sick quadrupeds, "some have bandages over their eyes; others, lame or in a helpless condition, are comfortably stretched on clean straw; their attendants rub them down, and bring the blind and paralyzed their food." In the next court M. Rousselet found dogs and cats in a condition so pitiable, and so repugnant to his feelings to behold, that he ventured to suggest to his attendant the greater char ity of putting an end to their sufferings, and was thereupon asked whether in Europe invalids were so treated. In the enclosure reserved for bipeds aged crows were spending their lives peaceably in company with bald vultures and buzzards that had lost their plumage, while opposite strutted a heron, "proud of his wooden leg," and surrounded by blind ducks and lame fowls. Representatives of all the domestic animals, and all those that dwell in the vicinity of mankind, were found in "this paradise of the brute creation."

The native temples and shrines made no great impression on M. Rousselet, who was, however, surprised at the toleration accorded to the abominable sect of Vallabayatcharas, referring to whom he says, "Every year discloses some revolting crime committed by these priests, whose sole religion is the most shameless debauchery." The matter, which was, if we mistake not, a few months ago referred to by Sir Bartle Frere in an article contributed by him to one of the London magazines, may well engage the attention of the government; the atrocities are notorious, and the license that staggered M. Rousselet is simply an abuse of the rea