26>8 ANOTHER CHAPTER ON THE " RIGHTS OF WOMAN." 



to subject Flora to the contemplation of, he returned to her, and 

 informed her of their tragical adventure. Then procuring an axe 

 and knife from the boat, he cut into the body of the bear, took away 

 some of the most fleshy parts, and by means of a gun-flint and steel, 

 and the drift wood which lay scattered in plenty over the iceberg, 

 having succeeded in making a fire, he prepared a meal, which, coarse 

 as it was, and revolting from late circumstances, proved by no means 

 unacceptable to Flora, and himself. Having deposited a quantity of 

 flesh, both raw and broiled, in the boat, and filled such vessels as they 

 had with the delicious fresh water they found in the hollows of the 

 iceberg, Arundel hoisted the sail, and in a few hours, favoured by 

 the breeze, reached the shore. 



ANOTHER CHAPTER ON THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN."* 



IN a former series of this periodical, we noticed at considerable 

 length some of the earlier productions of the writer of the work now 

 before us. And as it shall be the peculiar province of this present 

 series to introduce to the attention of the British public whatever is 

 most valuable and distinguished in the literature of the Continent, we 

 think we cannot do better than commence with the remaining works 

 of Madame Dudevant, alias George Sand. 



The appearance of the earlier productions of this accomplished 

 authoress were received with almost unbounded popularity. By the 

 French as well as the English critics, they were hailed " as the rising 

 of a salutiferous star in the literary horizon" as a reaction from the 

 monstrous exaggerations and sanguinary atrocities generated by the 

 excitement of the revolution of July, to a calmer and more peaceful 

 flow of literature. Leaving to others the domain of history and the 

 perilous task of resuscitating the shadows of the past, Madame Dude- 

 vant confined herself to painting life as she had witnessed it. She 

 wove her web from the perplexities of action and sentiment that had 

 fallen under her own observation, and, from the earnestness and 

 intensity of the description, we are warranted in saying from what 

 she had herself experienced ; she stood forward as the advocate of 

 her sex. The pervading spirit of her earlier works is embodied in 

 the verses of the poet, 



" Alas, the love of woman ! it is known 



To be a lonely and a fearful thing ; 

 For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, 



And if 'tis lost, earth hath no more to bring 

 To her but mockeries of the past alone." 



* Le Secretaire Intime, par G. Sand. 



