Ecce Deus. Essays or. tho Lift? and Doctrine of 
Jesus Christ. With CotitroYcndal Notes on “Ecce 
Homo.” f10mo.—pp.3fi3.j Poston: Roberts Bro's. 
Men arc at. once so tenacious and so tender of their 
doctrinal beliefs that whenever anything startling in 
the way of a religions book appears it immediately 
awakens a hundred discordant echoes and opens a 
controversy iu which each side is so confident of the 
impregnability of its own position and the utter un- 
tcnableness of its opponent's that, it should seem their 
fate mast be like that of the cats in the fable, the 
devil devouring the cheese, Renan Is always refuted, 
and Colenso always Crumbed, a dozen times over. In 
the present instance, however, wc have a notable ex¬ 
ception ; and it is to be hoped that the appearance of 
“Ecce Homo” and “Eccc Deus” is the dawn of a 
new era in religious discussions. The former was 
published about a year ago, and at once attracted 
attention from the clearness of its reasoning and the 
purity and siugestiveness of its style, The author 
of “Ecce Den«” declares that it is not a reply to 
“Eccc Homo," and pays an unequivocal compliment 
to the Intellectual stimulus which that book basin- 
fused into discussions of fundamental truth. But 
he believes that “ the non-recognition of the mystery 
of the incarnation is the cardinal error of the hook.” 
The Btylc of “Ecce Deus," as compared with that of 
“Ecce Homo,” is not so completely free Horn those 
meaningless metaphors which seem to run so natu¬ 
rally into all language on religions subjects; but its 
author is scarcely tho left a profound thinker and a 
close reasoncr. Sold by E. Darrow & Kcmpshall. 
Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker, 
Order ! Ah me, what a regiment of perform J 
ances follows that little warder of live letters— 
Order. So thinks tho indolent young lady as 
she sits wearily down on the first seat thift she 
comes In contact with; for it matters not to 
her where she sits, as all are alike to her in her 
present state of feeling. Now that she is left to 
her own thoughts, she indulges in them so freely 
as to speak aloud. “ Order, what—what a hor¬ 
rid word it is. It is well enough in Us place, I 
couluss, for housekeepers and servants who are 
employed for that purpose. Hut for me to think 
of such a thing is perfectly absurd. Here I have 
just returned from school, and 1 oughL to prac¬ 
tice on the piano and draw and, in fact, do all 
that pertains to a lady’s work; for I excelled in 
them whou I was at School, and I do not wish 
to relinquish them now that I have returned. I 
cannot, for my part, see why mother should per¬ 
sist in saying that no young lady can be thor¬ 
oughly educated unless she understands all the 
different parts of housekeeping. She says that 
it is woman’s sphere; but 1 do not led disposed 
to think so; for if ever T marry (it will ho no 
fault of mine If I don't) I iutcnd keeping enough 
help to do that part of the work for tno. Just 
imagine myself washing dishes in the kitchen, 
sweeping and scrubbing lloors, dusting and 
cooking! Pretty looking object to entertain 
callers, if perchance they should call at that 
time. No, no! not so for me. If 1 say any¬ 
thing to mother respecting my thoughts on this 
subject, she very quickly replies that my por¬ 
tion of this world’s goods may be very small. 
However, time will prove. Ah me, I wish 1 
know! But there is mother calling, and 1 must 
obey.” Hazel. 
SCENES IN SWITZERLAND—CATTLE GOING TO PASTURE 
and when the winter storms are reveling above, 
tho cattle are gracing again in the lower valleys. 
The herdsman loves his mountain life as the 
sailor loves tho sea. Setting forth iu tho spring, 
lie carries on his broad shoulders his household 
furniture, holding in one hand the milk pall, and 
grasping in the other the iron pointed alpen¬ 
stock. A large basket on his back contains his 
milk strainer, some straw, a milking stool, a 
cheese mould, the stand on which the cheeses 
are placed to drain, and the kettle in which the 
curd is made. Seldom, until winter, can he 
revisit the chalet where his family lives, and as lie 
ascends the rugged mountain path he casts an 
affectionate, lingering glance below. Ilia life, in 
reality, is not an idle one, nor to him is it roman¬ 
tic ; ho has to collect eighty or ninety cowr daily 
to be milked, and it requires hardiness and vigor 
to traverse the valleys and rugged mountainsides 
and gather in the herd. Besides this he*hus to 
make the cheese and keep the utensils scrupu¬ 
lously clean. Of cheese factories mid the mod¬ 
ern appliances of dairying he never dreamed. 
Hardy, robust and indefatigable, inured to expo¬ 
sure from early childhood, ilia weather-beaten 
frame is indifferent to the vicissitudes of climate, 
lie is wild and uncultivated, ignorant of and 
mer advances the higher pastures are approached, j undcsirons of learning the usages of other peo- 
and in July and August the. herd feeds on slopes | pie, but simple, honest, and uncontaminated by 
that are but just below the eternal snows. An- j t he vices too common among the laboring popu- 
tumn comes and the herdsman turns homeward, j iation of most other districts. 
THE HERDSMEN OF THE ALPS. 
A RAIL-CAR AT DAYBREAK, 
Plated Out, A Novel. By Anxik Thomas, author 
of “On Guard,” “Walter Goring," “Playing tor 
High Stak. s,” “Denis Donney,” “They. Lemli,” 
«fcc. [Svo, pp. 159.] New York: Harper <& Brothers. 
This is No. ass of “ Harper's Library of select nov¬ 
els.” The scene of the story is laid in that Arcadia 
of modern romance, English high life; and the char¬ 
acters are mostly of that class of persons who have 
nothing to do in the world but walk through tho plot 
of a fashionable tale. This book has the first and 
most important requisite for a novel, that is, it is 
deeply interesting. Tim characters are distinctly 
drawn, ami the author has imagination enough to put 
life and reality into their talk and actions. However, 
we think somo of them “err ’gainst honest Nature’s 
rule,” and consider the views of human life and hu¬ 
man nature here presented rather distorted. “ Played 
Out” contains so many of the characteristics or mod¬ 
ern novels, good and bad, that wc regret that want, of 
space prevents an extended notice of It as a repre¬ 
sentative of Us class. Yet wo cannot dismiss the 
book without a protest against the low standard of 
morality found in it and many of its comrades, Miss 
Thomas and some of her Contemporaries seem alto¬ 
gether devoid of moral sense. Thera is no excuse for 
holding up to admiration and finally dismissing to 
happiness such a character as Maurice Byrne. If 
there is a propensity tn the hiiman mind to exalt such 
men into heroes, it. is the writer’s duty to scourge the 
base proclivity to death, instead of fondling it. For 
sale by Steele & Avert. 
Whoever has traveled by rail nt night will 
appreciate the following admirable sketch. Wo 
find it without any name attached; but it is 
safe to credit it to B. F. Taylor, of the Chicago 
J ournal: 
Long before wc hear tho roar of wheels we see 
the glimmer of a glowing light. Brighter and 
broader it opens, like the Cyclopean unwinking 
eye it is, tho head light of the train. Then the 
steady jar, thou the mingled clank as of a thou¬ 
sand shaken chains, and the cars are here. “All 
aboard,” and “all right," follow each other in 
qnick succession, and we are breathing the close 
and heavy air of a crowded dormitory. The car 
lamps have gone out disgusted, the little wake¬ 
fulness of the sleepers has subsided, and fright¬ 
ened looking heads, flecked hero and there, like 
a troubled sea, with white, compose the land 
scape; while over all, like pendulums, swing 
plethoric carpet bags slowly to and fro, and little 
Satchels, brisk as mantle clocks, and bonnets 
made, of nothing, dunce up and down like blos¬ 
soms in a rain; all timed to the motion of tho 
train. But the dim gray turns to an old-eyed 
white, and the breathing bundles begin to stir; 
out of uu egg-shaped package is hatched a 
woman, with locks dishevelled, like Venus from 
the sea. A throe or two, and a rougher form 
emerges from cloak aud shawl and shakes itself 
awake. A shapeless heap turns out a man, 
bearded like a purd. A pair of boots thrust out 
like bowsprits, go out of sight as the owner 
comes in view. One is soothing an irritated hat 
with gentle touches of his elbow; another pull¬ 
ing at Ins wilted collar. Disordered tresses are 
smoothed with hasty touches of the hand, and 
crumpled sleeves persuaded into shape. One 
lady lias learned her lesson from Grimalkin, and 
makes her toilet precisely like a cat. 
Tho cold, dear light of early morning is always 
trying to human beauty; there are no tints to 
be borrowed, no softening shades to be worn; a 
plain, cold stare that looks one out of counte¬ 
nance. But in a railroad train the order is ap¬ 
palling. If a face ever looks faded it is then; if 
the hair has any gray in it, it is sure “ to show,” 
wrinkles are read, like u sign-board, afar oil. If 
there he discontent in the heart, it comes into 
the mouth, and everybody looks like people 
after a masquerade, or Richard after lie became 
I “himself again.” 
A GRATEFUL TIGER, 
A caged tiger had a live dog thrown to it, 
one day, for its dinner. Not being very hungry, 
the usually fierce creature did not touch the 
trembling little victim. This quietness gave the 
dog courage, and he began to lick tho tiger’s 
eyes, which wore sore. This act seemed pleas¬ 
ant to the wild beast, and the dog continued it, 
from time to time, till the eyes of this savage 
animal got well. The tiger from that timo took 
his tiny, four-legged doctor under his patron¬ 
age, looked upon him kindly, and allowed him 
to eat when he chose of the food thrown into 
his den. Henceforth they lived like bosom 
friends. 
Thus, you sec, even u fierce tiger can be grate¬ 
ful for a little favor, liow much more, then, 
should children learn to be grateful to their 
friends for the great favors they have received V 
When 1 see boys and girls unkind and insulting 
to their parents, who have done and suffered so 
much for them, I tell them the story of the 
tiger and the dog, aud say, “Children, don’t bo 
less grateful to your yiarents than the tiger was 
to the little dog.” 
The Posthumous Papers op the Pickwick Club. 
By Ciimu.k ‘ Dickens. With Original Illustrations 
by S. Eytinge, Jr. [lOmo.—pp. 404.] Boston: 
Ticknor & Fields. 
Blessed be the man who invented diamond editions! 
Not only do they bring standard literature, in an ele¬ 
gant form, within reach of those who are compelled 
to be economical in these days of high prices, but 
they enable the more extensive book buyor to possess 
the complete works of volumiuoo* authors without 
burdening his shelves with so many clumsy volumes. 
“Diamond editions,” as some of our readers may not 
be .aware, are so called becansc they are printed in 
“diamond” type, the smallest size manufactured. 
Ticknor & Fields propose to issue the entire works 
of Charles Lichen- in twelve or thirteen volumes, 
of which Jhis is the first. Ii is beautifully primed; 
the type, though small, is so sharply cut a* to be more 
legible than mm h that is larger. They will be issued 
in two styii s of binding, one with and the other with¬ 
out illustrations. Thcso, by the way, are some of the 
best we have seen, and are quite distinct in character 
from the so-called illustrations of many otherwise 
elegant books. Everybody wants Dickens’ novels; 
and now everybody may possess them. 
USEFUL SPORT 
Robert Stephenson was very foutl of reducing 
his scientific reading to practice; and afterstudy- 
ing Franklin's description of tho lightning ex¬ 
periment, he proceeded to expend his Btore of 
Saturday pennies in purchasing about half a mile 
of copper wire at a braider's shop in Newcastle. 
Having prepared ids kite, he sent it up in the 
field opposite his father’s door, and bringing the 
w ire insulated by means of a few feet of silk cord, 
over the bucks of some Of Farmer Wigham’s 
cows, he soon had them skipping about tho field 
in all directions with their tails up. One day ho 
had his kite dying at the cottage door as his 
father’s galloway was hanging by the bridle to 
tho paling, waiting for the master to mount. 
Bringing the end of the wire just over the pony’s 
crupper, so smart an electric shock was given it, 
that tho brute was almost knocked down. At 
this juncture the father Issued from the door, 
riding Whip in hand, and was witness to tho 
scientific trick just played off upou his galloway. 
“Alt! you mischievous scoundrel!” cried ho 
to the boy, who run off. 
Ho inwardly chuckled with pride, neverthe¬ 
less, at Roberts’s successful experiment. 
Tire Story op a Trooper. With Much of Interest 
Concerning the Campaign on the Peninsula, not 
Befur>' written. By F. Colburn Adams, Author of 
Chronicles of the Bus tile; Our World; The Out¬ 
cast; Adventures of Major Rover Sherman Potter, 
&c., iSte. |12 ido, — pp. Dio.] New York; Dick & 
Fitzgerald. 
The wide extent of country over which tho late 
war was waged, and tho great numbers of men en¬ 
gaged, together with the* peculiar nature of the con¬ 
flict, make it a fruitful source of stories of adventure, 
When these tales are related by actual participants 
who have any skill at all in the use of langqpge, they 
can hardly fall of being interesting. The present 
volume relates in a pleasant style, the experience of 
a cavalryman in the scenes that followed the first call 
to arms and during the first, year of the war—a period 
that had its singular and interesting features, many 
of which we are likely to forget Iu contemplation of 
the more important and decisive military movements 
of the later years. For sale by E. Harrow & Co. 
EIDER DOWN 
A Consular Report of this year on Iceland 
gives an account of the way in which down is 
exacted from the eider duck. Early in June the 
bird, always repairing to the same spot, comes 
to some small holme or inlet in a bay or ljord 
and lays its eggs, after lining its nest with the 
down plucked from its own body. As soon as 
the eggs are laid, the owner of the hatching- 
ground robs the nest of the down aud a purt of 
the eggs, both of which the poor bird replaces a 
second ancl a third time, when she is left in 
peace to complete the process of incubation, 
but with her body completely denuded of down. 
This method is adopted because the down of the 
dead bird loses its elasticity, and is of compara¬ 
tively little value. The hen bird gives eight or 
nine ounces of down to a nest, but when cleansed 
the weight is diminished by half. The value of 
the cleansed down is about lbs. per lb. The an¬ 
nual produce iu Iceland is valued at about 5,000?. 
In some instances one small holme will give its 
owner an annual income of 1801.* Such is the care 
taken of these birds, that during the hatching 
season no guns are allowed to be fired in their 
vicinity; foreign vessels arriving are forbidden 
to fire salutes. 
TAKE CARE OF THE MINUTES, 
As in money, so in time, wo are to look to the 
smallest portions. Take care of tlie minutes, 
and the hours and years will hike care of them¬ 
selves. Gold is not found, for tho most part, in 
great masses, but in little grains. It is silted 
out of Hi© sand in minute particles, which, 
melted together, produce the rich ingots which 
excite the world’s cupidity. So tho sinall mo¬ 
ments of time, its odds aud ends, put together, 
may prove a beautiful work. Halo wrote Ids 
contemplations while on his law circuit. Mr. 
Mason Good translated “ Lucretius” in his car¬ 
riage, while as a physician he rode from door to 
door. One of the Chancellors of France penned 
a bulky volume iu the successive intervals of 
dally waiting for dinner. Klrko White studied 
Greek as he was going to and from a lawyer’s 
olfice. Barney learned French and Italian while 
riding on horseback; and Benjamin Franklin 
laid the foundation of his wonderful stock of 
knowledge in his dinner hours and evenings, 
while working as a printer’s hoy. 
Venetian Lite. By W. D. Howells. [16mo.— pp. 
401.] New York: Hurd & Houghton. 
Venice is pre-eminently the city of romance. Ev¬ 
ery poet sings about it at. one time or another; and 
every tourist of Europe makes it a point to stand, 
with Byron, “ on the Bridge of Sighs.” Mr. How¬ 
ells was United States Consul at Venice until re¬ 
cently, and has given us in flu's book a most enter 
taming account of life therein at the present day, 
withehapters on Its commerce and notable buildings. 
Bis style is remarkably lively aud pure, ami his criti¬ 
cisms sharp but evidently just, lie strips off a good 
deal of the fabulous romance that lias clustered about 
the popular idea of ibis ancient city, but portrays 
vividly its interesting historical, social aud archi¬ 
tectural features. For sale by Dewey. 
THE SWISS HERDSMAN 
Havana, §250 to §300 in currency, out and back— 
passengers being allowed six weeks’ time in 
Europe; by tho Grout Eastern, §100 to §140 in 
gold, with a reduction of §20 to passengers 
returning before August; by the Bremen line, 
out and buck, §210 in gold; by the Ant werp line, 
out and back, §170 iu gold; by the Inman line, 
out and hack, §200 in gold—tickets available for 
twelve months. 
“ The regular fares by the lines which do not 
issue excursion tickets, are as follows:—Cunard, 
§150 in gold; New York and Havre (American 
line,) §120 in gold; New York aud Havre (French 
line,) §160 in gold; Liverpool and Great West¬ 
ern, §90 in gold; North German Lloyd, §125 in 
gold; National Steam Navigation Company, §90 
in gold.” 
that in one of these great establishments, there 
were two shillings and tenpence minus in the 
balance. Every clerk was ordered to revise his 
account, the silver and copper money jn the 
vast vault was recounted, hut there was uo solu¬ 
tion of the cause of the deficit. This was re¬ 
peated over and over again, still there wanted 
two shillings and tenponee ; the resident part¬ 
ner would not sutler the clerks to depart with¬ 
out a correct balance. Gladly would each clerk' 
have paid the difference ten times out of his 
own pocket. The affairs remained unexplained 
until the next morning, when, on the arrival of 
one of the non-resident partners, he recollected 
taking that exact sum out of the till for the 
payment of the postage on a foreign letter, but 
without making the usual memorandum of the 
same. 
HOW TO GO TO EUROPE 
The New York Evening Post gives the fol¬ 
lowing hints to those who purpose visiting 
Europe the coming season: 
“Americans intending to visit Europe this 
spring will find abundant accommodations 
at reasonable prices for the voyage out and 
hack. Several steamship companies announce 
a system of excursion tickets at rates ranging 
from §140 to §300 hi gold for a stay in Europe. 
“Thirteen lines of European steamers are 
now running regularly lYom this port. Of 
these, six issue excursion tickets. The fare on 
the steamers of the London aud New York line 
is §200 in currency to London or Brest and back; 
tickets available for six months; by the steamer 
Sybil’s Second Love. By Julia Kavanaoh. author 
of "Beatrice,” “Nathalie,” “Adele,” “Queen 
Mab,” etc., etc. Three volumes in one. [lSrno.— 
PP- 432.] New York: D. Appleton & Co. 
Besides the genuine novelists, there is a class of 
writers culling themselves such who are really mere 
piotsters, constructing and piling up incidents with¬ 
out portray iug character, or, iudeed, seeming to com¬ 
prehend anything but its superficial phases. Their 
hooks may be got through by those who merely wish 
to kill time, hut are insufferable to the critical reader. 
The one under consideration is of this sort. For sale 
by Adams & Ellis, 
THE BANKS OF ENGLAND. 
Falseness of mind comes from falseness of 
heart; it proceeds from one’s having secretly for 
aim one’s own opinion, and not the true opinion. 
The false mind is false in everything, as a squint¬ 
ing eye looks always obliquely. 
The following anecdote will phow with what 
nice precision tho accounts arc required to be 
kept in the great private banking houses of the 
English metropolis. After closing the doors to 
customers, every clerk makes up his accounts, 
and a general balance is struck, w hich must tally 
to the veriest farthing before the clerks sepa¬ 
rate. It happened on the occasion iu question, 
Alexander Smith says, “ there is even hand¬ 
ed justice in time; for what he takes away, he 
gives something in return. He robs us of elas¬ 
ticity of limb and spirit, aud iu its place he 
brings tranquillity aud repose,—the mild au¬ 
tumnal weather of the soul. If he takes away 
hope, he gives us memory?” 
“ To do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly 
before God,” are three things that business pre¬ 
cedent, and business excitement cannot set aside. 
A Lord of the Soil.— The Duke of Rutland’s 
estate embraces one-sixteenth of the county of 
Leicestershire, England. 
