nursing of Iris mother. He fled from Anco- 
nn, on the approach of the. Austrians, to 
France; was expelled from France by Lotus 
Philippe, went to England and thence re¬ 
turned to Switzerland. 
In 1831 the Crown of Poland andthe com¬ 
mand of the Polish legions were offered him. 
The death in 1832 of the L)oke of Reiclistadt, 
the only son of Napoleon I., opened the 
future to Iris ambitious hopes; from that 
time Iris whole life, speculative and practical, 
was devoted to the realization of what now 
became Iris “ fixed idea''—that lie ■was to be¬ 
come sovereign of France. In 183(5, be at¬ 
tempted a coup d'etat at Strasbourg, against 
the Prince Imperial, born March 10,18H0. 
Louis Napoleon has done much for 
French industry, French commerce, and to 
add to the power and prosperity of the 
French people. Ilis enemies concede this, 
lie holds his power with a strong hand, and 
uses it with great judgment and skill. 
Whether the Freuch people will bo the bet¬ 
ter for his death is doubted by those best in¬ 
formed as to their characteristics and needs. 
Whether he fights with Prussia in the pres¬ 
ent emergency or not, it is manifest that he 
intends to do so if he does not gain all the 
concessions lie asks without. Whether ho 
will gain all these concessions seems prob- 
THEY ARE SLEEPING, 
itcrani c 
fTlIE fOlkvwInR sons, written liy Mian ANNIE TtER- 
iieut and set to nmsto by James <1. Clark, the well 
known lyric poet and sluner, has Just been issued 
in sheet form, ns sotjr and chorus, by Oliver 
Dirso.v.] 
They tiro sleeping where flnw’rs of the Rlado and 
Hie hill 
In n mantle of love have arrayed them. 
While the cannon is hush’d and the buRlc is still, 
Sleeplns on where their comrades have laid them. 
Oil ' the days will grow Iona While they IlnRer away 
In their homes which the Rreen mosses cover, 
And our eyes never trace on their headstones so 
Rtay, 
The dear name or friend or of lover. 
Chorus : 
Columbia, Queen of the free and the bravo, 
For the faith that, deserted thee never. 
May thy banner of stars over mountain and wavo 
Guard the graves of thy heroes forever. 
LOUIS NAPOLEON, 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
No man is at this moment at tracting more 
attention to himself than Louis Napoleon. 
The recent vote of the French people in 
favor of the perpetuation of the Napoleon 
dynasty drew all eyes upon France, and up¬ 
on a man who has not been forgotten for a 
moment by those who watch current his* 
tory. But as we write, this same Emperor 
of the French is again in the foreground, 
Protteiion to JYattve ftutuntrj/, (New York: 
S. R. Wells.)—This fa an argument in favor of 
protection to British manufacturers, toy Sir 
Edwakd Sulljvan, Bart. It is based upon the 
fact that protection to Native Industry is not a 
question of sentiment or theory, but of fact and 
common sense, an ordinary calculation of cost, 
in which all the conditions and figures arc per¬ 
fectly well known. The facts are, that wages in 
France. Belgium, Prussia. Austria, and Switzer¬ 
land, arc from thirty to fifty per cent, lower 
than in England; also rent, clothing, food, beer, 
taxes. &c„ in the same proportion; habits of the 
people extremely economical; manufacturers 
in those conn tries have as much capital, science 
and enterprise, and their operatives as much 
skill, intelligence, technical education and in¬ 
dustry as the English; and they get the row ma¬ 
terial for manufacture nearly as cheap. The 
question discussed is, “ can British manfaotur- 
ers with higher wages, higher rates and taxes, 
higher general charges, and British operatives 
with dearer food, dearer clothing, dearer house 
rent and extravagant habits, produccascheaply 
as they can ?” It is answered they cannot; and 
yet the countries above named protect their own 
industries and have free access to British mar¬ 
kets with their goods. The am hov says“ The 
remedy for the present state of things Is not to 
export, our workmen and Import our innufac- 
turea; but to keep our workmen, and inaufac- 
tutefor ourselves. England is the only coun¬ 
try in the world that does not, in some shape, 
protect native Industry, and preserve a prefer¬ 
ential market for its own operatives. Theo¬ 
retically, it may he very chivalrous; practically 
it is very Stupid.” 
The argument, used by this author may be 
used in discussing the duty of this government 
toward American industry. And wo commend 
this argument and the facts furnished to the at¬ 
tention of every student of political economy. 
It isa subject the American people cannot afford 
to, and cannot, if they would, ignore. 
t'hriettantt ft mij Greek i’htloaop/u/ ; or 
the relation bet ween spontaneous ami reflective 
thought in Greece and the positive teaching of 
Christ and his apostles, (Now York: Harper 
& Brothers,) by B. F. Crocker, f). IX, is a work 
written Willi an avowed desire to deepen and 
vivify our faith in the Christian system of truth, 
by showing that, It does not rest solely on a.special 
class of facts, tout upon all the facts of nature 
and humanity; that its authority does not re¬ 
pose alone on the peculiar mid supernatural 
events which transpired in Palestine, hut also 
on the still broader foundations of the Ideas and 
laws of the reason, and the common wants and 
instinctive yearnings of the human heart. To 
do this, Athens mid the men of Athens, Iho 
Philosophy of Religion, the religion of the 
Athenians, the Unknown God, the philosophers 
of Athens, (including the pre-Socratic, the 
Socratlc and the post.-Socratio schools,) and the 
propedeutic office of Greek philosophy are re¬ 
newed and discussed. It Is a book, which will 
coinmund the attention of the studious and 
thoughtful searcher for truth who has the 
leisure to pursue such Investigations. 
Twilight Hour* in the rftttrontlack*. (Syra¬ 
cuse, N. Y.: Wynooop & Leonard.)—A wood cut 
of the” Seven Students ” In council forms the 
frontispiece of this “ original" book. A photo¬ 
graph or the author, Homer IX I,. Sweet, illu¬ 
minates another page. Then the dedication fol¬ 
lows—inscribed to the woman who was the first 
to discover in the author “the little spark of 
poetic tire,” and who helped to fun it until it 
flamed out in these sever; thousand seven hun¬ 
dred and seventy-seven lines. The versification 
of the book is generally good. To produce a 
“gingle " seems to have been Hie principal aim 
of the writer. The style is of all styles, but 
largely Byronic. The subjects treatod arc va¬ 
rious, and give the author opportunity for air¬ 
ing his “familiarity with the best pools and 
writers.” There are a few good descriptions In 
the book. The volume is tastefully gotten up. 
The .Here hunt *1 out I Hankerriltnntme for 
1870.—(New York: Ofilco of the Bankers' 
Magazine and Statistical Register) is a very 
valuable work or reference totiio business man. 
It includes the premium on gold at New York 
for each day from .January 1864 to January 
IIow still arc the rattles of Columbia’s Son a. 
Vet they rushed on the waves of the buttle, 
How lowly tile pride of each grass-covered head 
That faced I lie tlorco musketry’s rattle. 
Yet better by far Is their death than the lifo 
or the soulless who shrink from their duty, 
God crown'd I hem as martyrs—who fell in the strifo 
And their lives are transfigured in beauty. 
Columbia's Jewels, how brightly they shine 
By the rivers, tint sands and sa vannahs, 
While Peace rings her .liihlloe anthem dlylne. 
And the hills answer buck with hosannas. 
Stay the heart never throb 'neuth the heavens above 
That thrills not to hear of their story, 
And (lie arm bo unnerved that would seek to remove 
One leaf from the crown of their glory. 
NOT FOR GOLD 
BY IRENE TEMPLETON. 
“ J anet's fortune I How much may it lie, 
mother?” said Ranald Mitchell, as he 
carefully measured (ho exact, quantity of an¬ 
chovy for Iris boiled salmon. 
“ How much, Ranald? Nothing less than 
the whole Cross-me-loof estate, beside £10,- 
000 good money in the Bank of Scotland.” 
“Too little,” replied Ranald, shaking his 
head in a meditative manner, “ 1 could not 
sell myself so cheap.” 
“ But there's lhe lassie forbye. She’s not 
had looking, ami she's a careful housewife 
and a good Chrlslian.” 
“ Doubtless, mother, ‘ she’s belter than 
she’s bonnie,’ but 1 know a girl worth ever so 
much more than Janet McDonald.” 
“That will lie Bailie Johnson’s daugh¬ 
ter.” 
“ You do me too much honor, mother. I 
do not aspire to a woman six feel high, es¬ 
pecially as she lias a temper ot' equal pro¬ 
portion.” 
“ Well, Isabell has a bad temper, I must 
own that. Now, Janet is so different; she 
has no vice, and-” 
“ No heart.” 
“ She has plenty of money.” 
“And no intellect.” 
“ But she has interest enough to send you 
to Parliament.” 
“ I do not want to go there, mother, and I 
do want my dinner, and you are taking away 
my appetite,” and Ranald drew the moor¬ 
cock towards him and helped himself so 
liberally that Mrs. Mitchell may he excused 
for altogether doubting the fact. ‘Then there 
was a few minutes’ silence, which did not 
deceive Ranald; lie knew it. was the lull 
before the breaking of the storm. Her atti¬ 
tude of indifference and listlessuess was all 
assumed; he was perfectly familiar with it, 
and knew, (for no one had better reason to 
know,) what, a proud, resolute spirit it bid. 
Blie was only hesitating how to open the 
subject, which lay nearest to her heart, for 
Ranald maintained t tic neutrality of perfect 
silence, and if she began the dispute, then 
she would give her son, at the very opening 
of the argument, all the advantage, which 
belongs to the defendant. 
While she was hesitating, a servant 
brought in a card and gave it to her. “ It is 
Wylie Ranald,” she said, as soon as they 
were alone. “ You had better go into the 
library and have a conversation with him.” 
“ Why so, mother? 1 know nothing about 
the property; you and lie have always man¬ 
aged it; besides, I have an engagement at 
halt-past seven," and he took out his watch, 
with a little pretense of unnecessary hurry. 
“ But something must be done, Ranald. 
Every year the rents are decreasing. My 
income will soon be at starvation point.” 
“Not while I live, mother, but”—and 
Ranald looked round the comfortable din¬ 
ing-room, and the well-spread table, and 
smiled incredulously. 
“Ob, yes! L keep up an appearance, of 
course, and I suppose always shall be able to 
do that; for T am not one of the foolish wo¬ 
men who spend as they go. I have laid by 
a little in the past to help the future; but 
what is to become of you?” 
“Heigho! I have got a good angel, I 
suppose." 
“ A good wife would be more to the pur¬ 
pose, and if you would only marry Janet 
McDonald, she would bring you a fine es- 
late and plenty of money; then she is a pru¬ 
dent lassie, and would also help you to keep 
the gear well together.” 
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died at Fodi, and Louis was dangerously ill Countess of Montijo, a Spanish lady of 
at Ancona, and only saved by the devoted great beauty, by whom lie lias one child. 
