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ful to exclaim at every other breath Mon Dieu!' though she rarely uttered the words in English, the profanity being forbidden in her own country by the usages of good society, as well as by a Divine command. What made Eugene scream so horribly? he broke my morning nap.'

"Oh, madame, a thousand thousand pardons! Ask mamma's pardon, Eugene,' and she joined his hands, exclaiming, What an angel! He was so terrified at a new face. She,' nodding to Lucy, took him up too suddenly. It was all I could do to tranquillize him.'

"Is the girl promising?'

"Well enough! I may make something of her-in time-with an infinity of trouble; but nothing is too much to do for madamethese Americans are so awkward at first-so ill-mannered!'

"And at last too, Adéle. But I suppose we are to have an American waiter. Mr. Hartell has turned away Achille, and swears he'll not have another Frenchman.'

"Mr. Hartell is very impetuous, madame-it was only a suspicion of poor Achille the other servants are always against us. In truth, madame, they are all in revolution down stairs, and Henri swears he will abdicate.'

"Henri going! Achille gone! Well, I will just shut myself up in my room, and let things take their own way. If Mr. Hartell will turn away my servants, he must get others to suit himself—I'll have nothing to do with it.'

“Ah, madame, that is like the poor devil who said, when the coach went over the precipice, 'Never mind, I am but a passenger.' Madame cannot live without French cooking. American cooking is for the brutes, not for ladies. If madame could only persuade Mr. Hartell to return to Paris--'

"Ah, Adéle, if I could! Dear Paris! I shall never go there till I go to heaven. Mr. Hartell makes a point of never going where I wish he says, if he goes again to Paris, he shall go without me.'

"The savage! a thousand pardons, madame! But how can any one say or do any thing unkind to such an angel as madame! One thing is sure, Mr. Hartell adores Monsieur Eugene. He will not go to Paris without you, and leave him.'

"Well thought of, Adéle! and, by-the-way, Mr. Hartell has taken it into his head that Eugene is getting pale, and he puts all the fault upon you, for he says the wet-nurse told him the only reason she went away was because she would not live with you, and she called you a bag of lies and pretences.'

"The Irish savage! The Irish are all savages-all false and cruel.'

"Margery was good to Eugene, though.'

"Certainly, madame-before your eyes and Mr. Hartell's.'

"Mrs. Hartell was not ashamed to laugh at Adéle's insinuation

against a faithful and warm-hearted creature, who, during a long illness, had watched all night with her child, and carried him all day in her arms, and whom Mrs. Hartell had finally sacrificed to her favourite. 'I wish, Adéle,' resumed Mrs. Hartell, "you had borne with Margery a little longer; wet-nurses are like cows, we only keep them for the milk they give.'

"Adéle shrugged her shoulders. But when they kick and hook, madame?'

"This precious colloquy was broken off by the entrance of the person in question. At sight of her the baby almost sprung from his mother's arms; Margery caught him in hers; and, pouring out a flood of tears, caressed him with the fondness characteristic of her people.

"God bless my darling!' she exclaimed; and ye feel just the same, and six weeks it is that ye have not seen me.'

"One pretty while to stay away when one loves so furiously!' said Adéle, contemptuously.

"Her words were like the spark that kindleth a great fire. 'And was I not here the very day after I left ye?' asked Margery. "Yes-you came for your wages.'

"God forgive me, and so I did; but my mind was so full of my baby, that when they told me Mrs. Hartell said I must call next day, I thanked God, thinking then I should see the boy again. The milk was in my breasts yet, and pressed upon my heart like. But I should have been thinking of the money, for my own child's nurse was wanting her pay, and two miles from the village had I walked for it.'

"But, Margery, I told you I would pay you the next day.'

66 6 Ah, but ye ladies never think we have not servants to send or carriages to ride in for our pay. The time is all we have. It's easy for you to say call again,' and 'call again,' and the time it takes to call again' is money to us, and ye are robbing us of it, besides holding back our own.'

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"Margery, you are very impertinent.'

"It's the truth, and not me that's impertinent to you, Mrs. Hartell. Just listen to my story, and ye'll be convinced. "Twas the next day I was offered a dollar for my day's work-I could not lose it, for I had two dollars a week to pay for my child—so I did it, and then in the evening walked the two miles again, to be told, when I got to your door, that you could not attend to it then--you were dressing for a party-I might call to-morrow.' I asked for Mr. Hartell, but he was out; so back the two miles I went; and the walk, after the heavy day's work, and fretting, brought on a fever that night, and held me a week, and dried every drop of milk in my breasts; so I lost the nurse-place I had engaged, and had to take my own poor little baby from the breast, for how was I to pay eight dollars from the seven, which was all I could get as dry-nurse? and

the poor thing sickened and died, and all-all-mark it well, Mrs. Hartell, came from my not getting my money when it was due!'

"Mrs. Hartell, cold and careless as she was, was startled with the consequences of her own mere thoughtlessness, and naturally sought some vindication. 'How could I know, Margery, you was in such need of it?—it is a mere trifle-only your last month's wages!' "You knew it was due, and that is all a lady should want to know. What seems a trifle to you is all to us.'

"But how could twelve dollars be of such mighty consequence?' "I have told you my story-it proved sickness to me and death to my child.'

"C'est bien ridicule!' exclaimed Adéle; 'you desolate madame --and you very well know madame is very charitable.'

"I was not after wanting charity, but my own, that madame had, and I could not get.'

"Well, pray, Margery, say no more about it-it is all paid now.' "Yes, Mrs. Hartell, but paid too late.'

"We trust such evil consequences as Margery suffered from the want of punctuality in the employer's payment do not often occur, but they are not without a parallel. Is it not very common for ladies, far more from thoughtlessness than meditated injustice, to delay the payment of wages? Is there not a culpable inconsiderateness of the rights as well as necessities of a large class, including tradespeople and humble creditors of every sort, in that common reply to their demands, Call again?' p. 146-151.

Having expressed ourselves so strongly in praise of this volume, we shall speak with equal frankness of two faults in it. The first is one common to all the late writings of Miss Sedgwick it is a leaning to the side of ultra-democratic sentiments, which are neither wise nor salutary. It is far more important, it is doing much more for social virtue and welfare, to instruct the people in the duties, and to warn them of the dangers, of liberty, than to minister continually to that overweening sense of rights, which, by an easy transition, in this country, passes into the licentious spirit of Liberty above Law, begetting discontent with established and necessary distinctions and subordinations, and hatred towards the richer classes. We do not mean to say that Miss Sedgwick is grossly and vulgarly in fault in this respect. There is a discernible tendency, however, which we deplore, because of our deep and honest conviction that its direction is false and its influence dangerous; and we deplore it the more when we think of the good she might do if the force of her talents were in this respect rightly directed. Miss Sedgwick need not trouble herself to spread among the people of this country a sense of social equality and popular rights. The democratic element in our social system is in no

danger of being overborne and weakened by any antagonist force. It will take care of itself on this side. She would exert herself far more wisely and beneficently in restraining, purifying, and guiding it in safe and rational channels, in administering needful warnings and cautions.

The other fault of this book is, that it is too partial, one-sided a view of the subject. The author says, indeed, in her preface, that it has been "her business to illustrate the failures of one party in the contract between employers and employed." We should not quarrel with this if the book were to be confined to the party whose failures are described. But it will be extensively read on the other side; and in its present form it is precisely the book we should wish to keep out of the hands of a numerous class of servants. For it should be remembered, that to the best performance of the duties of the mutual relation in question, it needs good servants as well as good mistresses; and there are vast numbers of servants who are not Lucy Forresters. We do not believe the fault is wholly or chiefly on the side of employers; yet such is the impression servants are like to receive from reading this book. This is precisely one of those cases in which a half truth is a great lie. The whole truth should be told; and Miss Sedgwick, in our opinion, owes it to the cause of truth and virtue immediately to write and bind up with this volume another story, illustrating with equal force and clearness the failures of the other party "in the contract between employers and employed."

6. Elinor Fulton; by the Author of "Three Experiments of Living." Boston: Whipple & Damrell. New-York: Samuel Colman. 1837.

In our first number we expressed our great satisfaction with that excellent little book--the "Three Experiments of Living." We are glad to learn, from the preface of the present "Sequel" to it, that twenty thousand copies were called for in the course of two months. Many more have, doubtless, been sold since then. We rejoice that books of such excellent tendency are extensively circulated. Elinor Fulton is a continuation of the story of Dr. Fulton's family, in treading their way back from the distresses into which former extravagance had plunged them, purified by the discipline of suffering, emancipated from the slavery to false opinion, and fitted for the rational enjoy

ment of honourable independence. It contains many a graphic sketch of the faults and follies induced by a servile subjection to the unenlightened opinion of that very foolish thing called the "fashionable world." The design and the execution are alike admirable.

7. Rich Enough; a Tale of the Times: by the Author of "Three Experiments of Living." Boston: Whipple & Damrell. New-York: Samuel Colman. 1837.

THIS is another capital story. It is, indeed, a "Tale of the Times," and a faithful portrait it gives of recent times; but times, we hope, that have passed away never to return. It presents a lively picture of the insatiable thirst for wealth-the eager haste to be rich-and the mad spirit of speculation, which have pervaded and cursed the country. The boundless gains the reckless extravagance-the immense and continually-increasing stakes-the selfishness--the hardening of the heart to all the domestic affections-the feverish anxieties--the turning of the wheel-the crash-the ruin-all are drawn to the life.

8. The Harcourts; illustrating the Benefit of Retrenchment and Reform. By a Lady. New-York: S. Coleman. Boston Weeks, Jordan & Co. 1837.

THIS is another little work of the same class as the two last. The more such books we have, the better. It is well written, and calculated to do good. The Harcourt family-once very rich, but from the failure of speculators in their debt reduced in means-through the weakness of the wife, still try for a long time to "keep up appearances." We have the story of the shifts, anxieties, and mortifications attendant on such a struggle. Then we have some choice glimpses at the heartless frivolity and essential vulgarity of the so-called "good society" which rests its pretensions solely on living in a certain "style." Here is a trait. The "Harcourts" go to call on their old friend, "Mrs. Stanley," a real lady, whom the "Winwoods" (the dashing family of a great commercial speculator) had invited to their house in order to attract thither certain persons of distinguished merit and unquestionable position, who would not seek their society on account of their splendid style of living:

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