acted within the friendly
circles of Coppet, should rescue from oblivion those virtues which,
although they are said to love the shade, are, in fact, more frequently
chilled than excited by the domestic cares of private life. Some one
should be found to portray the unaffected graces with which she adorned
those dearer relationships, the performance of whose duties is rather
discovered amongst the interior secrets, than seen in the outward
management, of family intercourse; and which, indeed, it requires the
delicacy of genuine affection to qualify for the eye of an indifferent
spectator. Some one should be found, not to celebrate, but to describe,
the amiable mistress of an open mansion, the centre of a society, ever
varied, and always pleased, the creator of which, divested of the
ambition and the arts of public rivalry, shone forth only to give fresh
animation to those around her. The mother tenderly affectionate and
tenderly beloved, the friend unboundedly generous, but still esteemed,
the charitable patroness of all distress, cannot be forgotten by those
whom she cherished, and protected, and fed. Her loss will be mourned the
most where she was known the best; and, to the sorrows of very many
friends and more dependents, may be offered the disinterested regret of
a stranger, who, amidst the sublimer scenes of the Leman Lake, received
his chief satisfaction from contemplating the engaging qualities of the
incomparable Corinna."

In "Modern French Literature," M. de Vericour, the learned and excellent
author, gives an exalted place to the works of Madame de Stael, and to
the extraordinary and beneficial influence she had exercised by her
literary supremacy in overpowering the baneful influence of what he
calls "the mocking spirit" of French writings, which had injured
_morals_ as well as good taste. He does not, of course, allude to her
private character, because no question of its purity had ever been
raised. Who, in describing the excellence of Mrs. Hemans' writings,
would think of adding that she was a virtuous woman? But, if Mary
Wollstonecraft were named, who would not express their regret, at least,
that she had sinned? Thus, M. Vericour does when describing the genius
of George Sand. The absence of any shadow of reproach in connection with
Madame de Stael is proof that no shadow of reproach existed.

To return to the writer in the "International" (we are loth to believe
it was written by either of the editors)