worthy disciple of vive le carnage, or, as he called himself, a philosopher of the first revolution; and, notwithstanding the snow of age was scattered o'er his head, yet he had not lost one iota of his acrimony against royalty, religion, and rank. He denounced Louis Philip as a tyrant, at once perfidious, rapacious, and selfish; this was, however, but a small portion of his harangue, which consisted of little else than ridicule of religion, and a tissue of slander against the reigning family. The diadem of la belle France is assuredly a pretty toy; but, if we may judge from general report, and the care-worn countenances of the illustrious pair who now wield the destinies of that great country, it has conferred upon them a very small share of happiness. I remember, only a few years since, when his majesty, while Duke of Orleans, was the idol of France, and his amiable consort as popular as her numerous virtues deserved; may we not therefore say with the poet

"Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,

Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain,

Vain as the leaf upon the stream,

And fickle as a changeful dream;

Fantastic as a woman's mood,

And fierce as frenzy's fever'd blood;

Thou many-headed monster thing,

Oh! who would wish to be thy king?"

Perhaps the inhabitants of no two countries in Europe present a broader contrast to the observation of the

traveller than those of France and Germany, more especially the mercurial natives of Paris. This is particularly striking to the man who has resided some years in the latter country. The difference consists not so much in the manners, customs, and habits (though these are widely separated), as in the irritable, volatile temperament, and love of excitement apparent in the people; we see this not only pervading the literature, drama, and amusements, but the fine arts. If we wander through the galleries for the exhibition of the works of contemporary artists, we shall find that the favourite pictures-those which attract around them crowds of admirers-depict some of the most sanguinary scenes of the July revolution. Should we enter the salon, or the cabaret, we shall hear politics discussed with a frenzied vehemence, which would certainly create a doubt in the mind of a quiet Viennese, or even a loquacious Berliner, as to the perfect sanity of the speakers. Nor does the theatre redeem the national taste from the charge of a morbid passion for excitement; but, on the contrary, confirms it: for the dramatic pieces that draw the most crowded houses, are those which depict the very worst passions of our nature. The cause of all this is not difficult to discover, mass of the French people want religious principle, and its inseparable attendant, pure moral feeling. The churches are desolate, the clergy despised, and the press unfortunately lends itself to assist in demoralizing public opinion. This powerful engine could do more towards

the

purifying sentiment, and creating a taste for virtue, than could be effected by any other means. May we, therefore, hope that those who control its movements will be induced to make the attempt! We have the stronger ground for believing that such an intervention would be ultimately crowned with success, as the whole of the French nation render the deepest homage to literary talent.

APPENDIX.

A FEW OBSERVATIONS ADDRESSED TO THE TRAVELLER.

It is not easy to explain why Germany is so little visited, and consequently so little known,-there are few countries more deserving attention, few more closely linked with interesting historical recollections, and romantic associations. Its latitude is also one of the most agreeable in Europe, the heat being no where oppressive, nor the cold severe-the most southern point is the Adriatic, and the most northern, the Island of Rugen, in the Baltic. In South Tyrol, and on the shores of the Adriatic, we find the fig and the olive, and in the self-same land we have corn ripe in June, and the grape in September. The fertile banks of the Rhine, the Maine, and the Neckar, offer the luxuriance of Italy: and the fame of their wines has spread throughout all lands. Swabia is the corn magazine of Switzerland, while Bohemia and Silesia furnish abundance to the mountain districts of Saxony, and the sandy deserts of Hanover and Prussia. Vast forests cover the high lands, abounding with game, and at the same time furnishing the inhabitants with plenty of fuel; and the mountains and Alps are not only rich in precious stones and rare botanical plants,