y advent. But to complete my sense of repose and distance,
the house was of that old-fashioned sort which I have always loved
best, familiar to the eyes of my parents, and associated with
childhood. It had seats in the windows, a small third room on the
first floor, of which I made a _sanctum_, into which no perturbation
was to enter, except to calm itself with religious and cheerful
thoughts (a room thus appropriated in a house appears to me an
excellent thing;) and there were a few lime-trees in front, which in
their due season diffused a fragrance.

[Footnote 1: The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt. Two volumes. Harper &
Brothers. 1850.]

* * * * *

LAMARTINE'S NEW ROMANCE.

The great poet of affairs, philosophy, and sentiment, before leaving
the scenes of his triumphs and misfortunes for his present visit
to the East, confided to the proprietors of _Le Constitutionel_
a new chapter of his romanticized memoirs to be published in the
_feuilleton_ of that journal, under the name of "Genevieve." This
work, which promises to surpass in attractive interest anything
Lamartine has given to the public in many years, will be translated as
rapidly as the advanced sheets of it are received here, by Mr. Fayette
Robinson, whose thorough apprehension and enjoyment of the nicest
delicacies of the French language, and free and manly style of
English, qualify him to do the fullest justice to such an author
and subject. His version of "Genevieve" will be issued, upon its
completion, by the publishers of _The International_. We give a
specimen of its quality in the following characteristic description,
of Marseilles, premising that the work is dedicated to "Mlle.
Reine-Garde, seamstress, and formerly a servant, at Aix, in Provence."

"Before I commence with the history of Genevieve, this series of
stories and dialogues used by country people, it is necessary to
define the spirit which animated their composition and to tell why
they were written. I must also tell why I dedicate this first story to
Mlle. Reine-Garde, seamstress and servant at Aix in Provence. This is
the reason.

"I had passed a portion of the summer of 1846 at that Smyrna of
France, called Marseilles, that city, the commercial activity of which
has become the chief _ladder_ of national enterprise, and the general
rendezvous, of those steam caravans of the West, our railroads; a city
the Attic taste of which justifies it in assuming to i