arder
it usually was for him to compose; and that brilliant orator now lingers
only as a name, while his laborious adversary still holds his own in
literature, and resumes his career in this admirable American edition.

It shows the intellectual comprehensiveness of our people, that they are
ready to be taught by this great man, so resolute an opponent of our
most fundamental ideas. Everything that American institutions affirm
Burke denied, except the spirit of truth and faith which alone give any
institutions their value. Grattan said of him, that, so great was his
love for arbitrary power, he could not sleep comfortably on his pillow,
unless he thought the king had a right to take it from under him. He
demonstrated to his own satisfaction that it was far more congenial to
the human mind to yield to the will of one ruler than of a majority, and
stated it as a "ridiculous" theory, that "twenty-four millions should
prevail over two hundred thousand." Regarding it as the very essence of
property that it should be unequal, he could conceive of no safeguard
for it but that it should be "out of all proportion predominant in the
representation."

Yet, so vast were his natural abilities, his acquirements, and his aims,
that he is instructive even as an antagonist, and has, moreover, left
much that can now be quoted on the right side of every great question.
If he can also be quoted on the other side, no matter. For instance,
Buckle claims for him, that "he insisted on an obedience to the popular
wishes which no man before him had paid, and which too many statesmen
since have forgotten." Yet Burke himself boasted, at the time of his
separation from Fox, that he was "the first man who, on the hustings, at
a popular election, rejected the authority of instructions from
constituents, or who in any place has argued so fully against it."

_Songs of Seven._ By JEAN INGELOW. Illustrated. Boston:
Roberts Brothers.

The sweet female singer who has been so warmly welcomed of late in
England and America deserves to be "illustrated." "Songs of Seven" is
one of her best pieces, but not her best. The "High Tide on the Coast of
Lincolnshire" is certainly worthy of the special honor here accorded to
the "Songs of Seven"; and we are somewhat surprised at the selection, by
her American publishers, of these particular verses for illustration.

The wood-cuts in "Songs of Seven" vary materially, and are not in
harmony throughout. S