e threshold of heaven. When he arose she
slept. Ages have passed since then, and she still sleeps; and will sleep
till the heavens and the earth shall have passed away. The next day was
the Sabbath, and they bore her to the little churchyard where her mother
was buried. Their graves were dug side by side. All the children and
maidens, dressed in white, followed her bier; and half the mothers in
the village wept as if she had been their own child; and the Lamb,
looking whiter than ever, walked in their midst. But when the services
were over and the coffin lowered into the grave, it looked once at the
far blue sky, and then turned away, and walked down the path which
little Agnes had taken at her mother's funeral. No one dared to stop it;
but all watched it with breathless attention until it disappeared among
the grave-stones. Some of the boldest, and the vicar among the rest,
followed to where it seemed to disappear, but could find no further
traces. Nobody was ever able to account for it, but every body believed
it to have been a miracle, manifested for their salvation,
notwithstanding a wise philosopher who wrote a large folio to prove that
it never existed at all. Its memory is still preserved with veneration
in that country, and from that day to this, the people have continued
godly and pious.

--And so ends the story of the White Lamb.

* * * * *

M. Romieu, an ultramontane writer, quoted with much parade by the
_Tablet_, says of France:--"The most exact picture of our epoch is drawn
in the phrase, 'that not a woman is brought to bed in France who does
not give birth to a Socialist.'" On this the _Nation_ remarks:--"In what
a dissolute condition _la jeune France_, with all its bibs and tuckers,
must certainly be! Only imagine Madame de Montalembert brought to bed of
twin Phalansteriens! The lady of M. Jules Gondou, _redacteur de
l'Univers_, of a horrid little Fourierist! The nursery of M. de Falloux
in red pinafores, squalling out _Soc.-de-moc._ canticles! Never before
such danger in swaddling clothes!"

Authors and Books.

A curious work, which will not be devoid of interest to the historian or
_belles-lettres_ antiquary, has recently been published at Leipzig,
under the title of _Die Alexandersage bei den Orientalern_ (or the
Legend of Alexander as it exists in the East), by Dr. FREDERICK SPIEGEL.
With the exception of King Arthur, no personage plays a more extended
rol