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THE HUMAN MIND. Nothing, perhaps, would conduce so much to the know- ledge of the human mind, as a close attention to the actions and thoughts of very young children; and yet no branch in the history of human nature is more neg- lected. The pleasant and extravagant notions of the infantile mind anius6 for the instant, and are imme- diately forgotten: whereas they merit to be registered with the utmost care for it is here-and here alone- that we can discover the nature and character of first principles. An attention to the commencement and development of their ideas would correct many of our speculative notions, and confute most of the sentiments of abstract philosophers, respecting what they so confi- dently advance concerning these first principles. — Cogan. AUSTRIAN DESPOTISM. Every man in Austria pays an income tax of seventeen per cent., which must all come from the industry of the country, and go into the pockets of the emperor. For ) what purpose ? To enable him to establish schools, and provide the people with the means of moral and intellec- tual culture? To build railways and canals, and to fur- nisli the people with facilities for cheap and speedy in- tercourse and trade ? No but chiefly for the mainte- nance of an army for their destruction, if they attempt to improve their condition, by remodelling their social ill- stitutions and for the support of agents, who enter their social and domestic circles, to listen to their most secret words, and watch their inoit secret actions.-Six Months at Graefenberg. INTELLECTUAL PRECOCITY. I It once happened (at the beginning of all these mis- takes) that an anxious mother asked Mrs. Bnrbauid, at what age she should begin to teach her child to read ? I should much prefer that a child should not be able to read before five years of age," was the reply. Why, then, have you written books for children of three?" 11 Because if young mammas will be over busy, they had -better teach in a good way than in a bad one." I have known clever precocious children at three years dunces at twelve.and dunces at six particularly clever at sixteen. One of the most popular authoresses of the present day could not read when she was seven. Her mother was rather uncomfortable about it, but said that as everybody did learn to read with opportunity, she supposed her child would do so at last. By eighteen, this apparently slow genius paid the heavy but inevitable debts of her father from the profits of her first work, and before thirty had published thirty v(,Iuries !-IIoit. Miss Murray's Remarks on Education. AN IDOL CHEATED DY THE HORSEWHIP. I A mile below Scrampour, there is a large pagoda, held in extreme veneration. The principal idol is brought out once a year, on a car like that of Jugger- naut, to visit some of his neighbours. An immense concourse is always collected on those occasion?, and here, as at Juggernaut, the poor wretches throw them- selves under the wheel of the car to be crushed to death? Mr. Pakenham, Lord Wm. Bentinck's private secretary, happened to be passing through this place on horseback, last year, at the time of the cerenionv. He saw a Hindoo throw himself down in the way of the car; the wheels were near upon him, when Mr. Pakenham gal- loped up and belaboured the martyr with his horsewhip. The poor devil jumped up, and ran as fast as his legs could carry him into his jungle, shouting murder He was quite prepared to endure a horrible death, but a horsewhipping was a thing that had never entered into his calculations. What acapricious principle is courage! -tiinid and spiritless as these people are, there are forms under which death seems to them a matter perfectly indifferent. I- oyage dans V Jude par Victor Jacquemont. AUTHORS AND PUBLISHERS. I If the reader wishes to form an idea of the raritv of I the works paid for by the publishers, let him consider the following statement: All poems, all sermons, all works on morals and metaphysics, are, with scarcely an exception, without a price. Novels, when by popular authors, are paid for at prices varying from £ 100 to E.500 and, in one or two instances, to E 1,500 when bv authors unknown as novelists, but tolerably known in other departments, they are the publisher's iisk and half profits when by clergymen, gentlemen of a literarv turn, titled ladies, or aspiring clerks, the publisher either consents to print them at his own risk and profit, or else demands a sum of money for the printer, the sum varying from E.50 to E'200. A first novel is never paill for. One publisher is known to print gratuitously any novel not too wretched, with the understanding that if it succeeds," (what a latitude !) the author shall be paid "something, (another) for his second novel. In this way he is enabled to keep up a running firenf new novels, scarcely one of which is ever paid for. Histories, when mere compilation, or hack-work, are paid for as such; when laborious works, the authors are often handsomely remunerated. It requires, however, a name, a lucky subject, or some fortunate chance, to get a pub- lisher. Works of science are generally published at the risk of their authors. Unless the book be very striking indeed, an author has a bad chance who publishes his own book, The trade can only be efficiently curried on by the trade. A publisher has a hundred ways of pllsh- ing" a book, of which the author would never dream. Publishing is an expensive luxury, which authors should eschew yet the delight of appearing in print is so great, that no homily can deter them. A poet was once asked by his publisher how many copies of his poem, then in sheets, he would like to have put in boards ? The whole edition," replied the confident author. Humph said the publisher, just as you please but if you will take my advice, you will only have a dozen or so." Why not the whole ?" askpd the indignant poet. Because," answered his adviser, it sjjoils them for waste-paper." Fraser, A LADY OF SENTIMENT. His tumultuous reverie was broken by the sobs of Lady Bertie. Bv heaven, I cannot endure this 1" said Tancred, advancing. Death seems to me preferable to her unhappiness. Dearest of women Do not call me that," she murmured. I can bear anything from your lips but words of fondness. And pardon all this; I am not myself to-day. I had thought that I had steeled myself to all to our inevitable separation but I have mistaken myself, at least miscalculated my strength. It is very weak and very foolish, but you must pardon it. I am too much interested in your career to wish you to I delay your departure a moment for my sake. I can bear our separation, at least I think I can. I shall quit the world-for ever. I should have done so had we not met. I was on the point of doing so when we did meet—when —when my dream was at length realised. Go, g(, do not stay. Bless you, and write to me, if I be alive to receive your letters."—I cannot leave her," thought the harrowed Tancred. It never shall be saut of me that I could blight a woman's life or break her heart." But, just as he was advancing, the door opened, nnd a servant brought in a note, and, without looking at Tancred, who had turned to the window, disappeared. The desolation and despair which had been impressed on the counte- nance of Lady Bertie and Bellair vanished in an instant, as she recognised the handwriting of her correspondent. They were succeeded by an expression of singular ex- citement. She tore open the note a stupor seemed to spread over her features, and, giving a faint shriek, she fell into a swoon. Tancred rushed to her side: she was quite insensible, and pale as alabaster. The note, which was only two lines, was open and extended in her hands. It was from no idie curiosity, but it was impossible for Tancred not to read it. He had one of those eagle visions that nothing could escape, and, himself extremelv alarmed, it was the first object at which he unconsciously glanced in his agitation to discover the cause and the remedy for the crisis. The note ran thus- "3 o'Clock. The Narrow Gauge has won. We are utterly done; (1ml nicks tells lite you bought five hundred more yes- t,Iuy, ot t, Is it possible? p." "fait possible!" echoed Tancred, as entrusting Lady Bertie to her maid, he rapidly descended the staircase of t.r I:¡atls;,)[J, -.Hr. lJ'Jsr,(I:!i'¡; TaJ/c,'ed. her mansion. —Mr. D'/iriteli's Tancred. I A PRACTICAL JOKE AND A FLOPHISM. I Thelwilll thought it very unfair to influence a child's mind by incalculating any opinions before it had cane to the years of discretion to choose for itself. I showed him into my garden, and told it was my botanical gar- den How so ?" said he; it is covered with weeds." Oh I replied, "that is only because it has not yet com: to its age of discretion of choice. The -rfeeds, you see, have takea the liberty to grow, aud I thought it unfair in m" to prej udice the soil towards roses and straw- berries. "— Coleridge. ENGLISH TRAVELLERS. I was somewhat amused with seeing a splendid car- riage, with footman and outriders, crossing the mountain, the glorious landscape full in view, containing a richly- dressed lady,who was fast asleep! It is no uncommon thing to meet carriages in the Highlands in which the occu- pants are reading while being whirled through the finest scenery. And, apropos of this subject, my German friend related to me an incident. His brother was travelling on the Rhine, and, wMbi in the midst of the grandest scenes, met a carriage containing an English gentleman and lady, both asleep, while on the seat behind was stationed an artist sketching away with all his might. He asked the latter the reason of his industry, when he answered, Oh, my lord wishes to see, every night, what he has passed during the day, and so I sketch as we go aloilg — Afoot. CAPSICUM IIOUSE-FOR YOUNG LADIES. I PROSPECTUS.—(Private and Conifdential.) I Miss Bianca Griffin—having quitted her former resi- dence for her present most extensive establishment— deems the occasion peculiarly auspicious for the further developement of what she ventures to call the Grifflnian System of Education for Young Ladies. Now Miss Griffin has, with inexpressible pain, observed, that the modern accomplishments (as they are audaciously de- nominated) of females ar by no means calculated to hold man in that proper subjection for which he was un- doubtedly created. Why, it may be asked, was woman made less physically strong than man ? Simply, that she might be morally more powerful! Man is weaker than the whale yet man, by his superior wisdom, har- poons the fish (and supplies the stay-makers.) Thus from the very weakness of woman may we expect the greater strength. The weapons to subdue Man are not to be found in the library, b14 in the kitelicit The weakest part of the crocodile is his stomach. Man is a crocodile! Miss Griffin does not desire to depreciate the elements of modern education; nevertheless, she has her little mission to fulfil in this world; her mission, as her niece of six years old is wont to observe when she gives milk to the kitten-to fulfil, and will not shrink from the peril involved in it. Miss G. then declares—and not without emotion—that she knows not in the wide world a more pathetic object than a young lady returning home from what is called a finishing establishment. Poor thing! What does she really know, to arm her for the rough battle of existence ? She becomes a wife, we will say; and, the ring upon her finger, one by one she moults all her accomplish- ments. She might as well never have been finished. We will first take music. She has learned to play Mr. Thalherg-, Mr. Herz, and Mr. Liszt. She knows all their variations, which are nothing more or less than fire- works on the piano. She knows music time wonderfully but does she know kitchen time ? Can she tell-the weight given-how long it will take to boil a leg of mutton ? Miss G. is afraid not. And the finished young lady knows the use of globes. She will put her little finger upon Arabia Patrsett at a minute's notice and, in fact, go round the world quite as well as Captain Cooke. But though she can turn the globe, can she put her hand to an apple-dumpling ? Miss G. trembles to give an answer. And the finished young lady can paint a peacock on velvet, she has so light a touch. But can she tell the age of a simple fowl at a poulterer's (to say nothing of ducks and geese ?) Miss G. cannot venture a reply. Miss Griffin might proceed in the enumeration of what are called accomplishments. She will pause—pause and ask, of what use are the qualities (if they may be so called) already specified, to the young woman in the proper direction of a husband? It is more than serious to think-no use whatever. Music, painting, and geography may be looked upon as the extras of life which married men care nothing about. Now breakfasts din- ners, and suppers are things of daily interest. She, who directs the husband's appetite, guides the husband. Man, as a lover—hideous hypocrite !—professes to ad- mire the theory of knowledge in all its matters of filagree. As a husband he demands the sternness of practice. He, who with his afifanced will talk of mounting to the stars, when married will expect his wife to descend to the affairs of the kitchen. Man is a monster; but we must rnnke the best of him. It is our mission. Theory and practice Miss Griffin will here venture an illustration. She will take the ingredients of plum- pudding-if she may be permitted. The finished young lady, looking at the currants, and raisins, and candied lemon-peel, and brandv and flour, and bread, and all the harmonizing beauties of plum-pudding, will discourse upon them. She knows their national and social historv. She will tell you that currants come from Greece, which also gave birth to Pericles! That raisins are from Valentia; and straightway she will talk of Spain of lemons, and then she will speak the lines of Charles Lamb, beginning: "Oh, know you the land where the lemon and myrtle 1" Of brandy, and that will take her to France—and—and all that: but there she stops: she cannot make the plum- pudding. She is too finished for that. Now, the pupils of Miss Griffin superinduce upon the theory of knowledge -for Miss G. will venture to use the expression-the practice of the boiler her pupils can make the pudding In a word, Miss Griffin professes really to finish young ladies for dinner-making wives. Miss Griffin feels that she was born with a call-a mission, namely, to humble man to the dust; and with this purpose, she has removed to her present extensive establishment, that thereat her principles may be the more fully developed. As it is, Miss Griffin cannot refuse to herself the grati- fication of reflecting that at least two hundred of her pupils—married and with families—are out those principles at two hundred firesides. She might—but she will not—make any references. She may, however, be permitted to say, that, by a curious coincidence, three of her pupils have all married the sons of bishops. Miss G. lias also been peculiarly fortunate in those young ladies who, bent upon the benign purpose of marriage; have left her establishment for India. 0 Miss Griffin feels that one sheet of paper cannot half contain all that she has to say upon the momentous subject of female education. She must therefore en- deavour to content herself with observing, that her system in a peculiar manner, embraces the useful with the elegant. At Capsicum House, young ladies are taught all the varieties of cooking, pickling, preserving, carving; in fact, in every sense, are made—when married —Young Men's Best Companions (and more than that.) Lectures are every week delivered at Capsicum House, for the furtherance of these paramount objects. Terms, £ 150 a-year. Every young lady is expected to bring her own carving knife and fork, a satin-wood rolling pin, and a dozen silver skeAvers.-Pit)tclt.

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