e envied? There are but two classes of men--those who have
something, and those who have nothing. The first take their rest, the
others remain awake. As I perceived this when starting in the race of
life, I have reached the goal thus early. I know of but two men who
attained it after having set out at the age of forty, and they were
Cromwell and Rousseau. Had the one had but a farm, and the other a few
hundred francs and a domestic, they would neither have commanded,
preached, nor written. There are various sorts of artists--in building,
in forms, in colors, in phrases. I am an artist in battles; I had
executed eighteen of what are called victories before the age of
thirty-five. I have a right to be paid for my work, and if paid with a
throne, it can not be called dear. But, after all, a throne, what is it?
Two or three boards fashioned in this form or in that, and nailed
together, with a strip of red velvet to cover them. By itself it is
nothing; 'tis the man who sits upon it that makes its force. Still,
throne or no throne, I shall follow my vocation: you shall see some more
of my doings. You shall see all dynasties date from mine, 'parvenu'
though I be; and elected, yes, elected like yourself, and chosen from
the crowd. On that point, at all events, we may shake hands."

So saying, he advanced and held out his hand. The Pope did not decline
the courtesy; but there was an evident constraint in his manner as he
almost tremblingly reached to him the tips of his fingers. He seemed
under the influence of a complex tide of emotion. He was moved somewhat,
perhaps, by the tone of _bonhomie_ that pervaded the latter remarks, and
by the frankness of the advance which concluded them; but the dominant
feeling was evidently of a sombre cast, arising from a reflection on his
own position, and still more on that of so many Christian communities
abandoned to the caprices of selfishness and hazard.

These movements of the inner man did not escape the scrutinizing glance
of Bonaparte; a light and shadow passed rapidly across his face. He had
carried one point--the coronation was tacitly conceded; the rest may be
left to time. It was evident that, though not entirely without alloy,
the feeling of satisfaction was uppermost as he strode from the room
with all the _brusquerie_ with which he had entered it.

[From Fraser's Magazine.]

GABRIELLE; OR, THE SISTERS.

Those who weep not here, shall weep eternally hereafter.