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PARIS, May 25, 1866.

Sardou's success. The latter's last play has just been played for the 205th consecutive night, and bids fair to run for as many more nights. M. Sardou had already reaped a great deal of money from it. He and M. Feval were engaged for years writing the "Duke's Motto." He quitted M. Feval when it became evident the latter could not write a play. This irritated M. Feval extremely, and the irritation, so far from being allayed, increased by the flight of time, for every year witnessed a great dramatic victory by M. Sardou. M. Feval thought: "Had he remained my literary copartner, one-half of that money would be mine." Being a Frenchman, he regarded this failure to share profits as little less than downright pocket-picking, and he treats M. Sardou accordingly. He attacked the latter by giving a false statement of their commerce, which threw ridicule and opprobrium on M. Sardou. The latter replied by correcting the former's errors, and revealing the true secret of his irritation. M. Feval has rejoined by a sort of retraction, or least expres sions of regret, and a promise never again to touch the subject. Public opinion showed itself unmistakably irritated with M. Feval. He has fallen immensely in estimation, and it is generally be lieved that M. Sardou has ended forever the former's career as a dramatic author.

busily engaged reforming Italian cooking; it is said he will follow the Italian army as historiographer.

We have had a great literary scandal. It has, of course, delighted the general public, who are pleased to see literary men play battledore with disagreeable personalities as the shuttlecocks. M. Paul Feval is the author of it. He made a most unwarrantable attack on M. Victorien Sardou. You know who M. Feval is? He is a novelist, who, after struggling fearfully with poverty (which seems the initiation to literature almost everywhere), rose by degrees to a low, a very low degree of favor among the third or fourth class of newspapers, as a writer of novels for their feuilleton. In this position he remained until Eugene Sue published his "Mysteries of Paris." The great success of this novel made M. Antenor Joly, then manager of the "Courrier" (and one of the most curious figures of Paris), anxious to hit upon some novel which should counterbalance the reputation of Sue's story. One morning, an idea struck him, and he went at once to M. Feval's garret. The following conversation took place between them: "Were you ever in London, Feval?" "Never." "Can you speak or read English?” "Not one word." "You are just the man for me, because you will write without previous bias! I want you to write a novel of 150,000 lines, entitled the 'Mysteries of London.' The French Academy has given M. Ed. Fournier You will give me the first three chapters to-morrow the triennial prize of French literature; he is the morning. They will be published in our to-mor- author of three one-act comedies in verse, and the row evening's edition. Here are the first $1000 compiler of a good many books. It is shameful to copyright in advance." "No, really, I cannot accept see the Academy bestow this prize on such a writer those propositions. I am not capable of writing an when there are so many more deserving men who English novel." "Nonsense! What are you writ-have not only won, but need its favors. . . M. Alex. ing?" "A novel, 'Les Compagnons du Hasard,' Dumas has gone to Naples; he carries with him which will prove quite a long novel." M. Antenor a marine life-preserving apparatus; he is just now Joly ran through the first pages of the novel, and exclaimed: "Why, that is admirable-just the thing we want. Obliterate those French names. It is rumored the financial position of M. de Put in English names, torrents of gin, fog, and Lamartine has been discussed by the French Cabismoke, and it will be a first-rate English novel. net, and it is in contemplation to pay all of his debts, Conclude the first ten chapters, and go to London and give him a pension of $8000 a year, he, on the to complete the work." A fortnight afterwards M. other hand, transferring to the Government all his Feval was in London. I quote this anecdote for estates, copyrights, and other property. It is said two reasons: To show you how these people, who the only obstacle to this arrangement is M. de Laturn up their noses at the English for "shop- martine's hesitation to accept any favor from the keepers," carry trade even into the realms of art, Government. . . . The Imperial printing-office is and this in the most unscrupulous way; and to let busily engaged printing Napoleon's Memoirs (those you see the beginning of M. Feval's fortunes. He dictated at St. Helena) for the Great Exhibition. owed them to the title M. Antenor Joly gave him, They will form eight magnificent volumes... Count and to the vogue it enjoyed in consequence of Eu- de Montalembert is quite ill; the operation for the gene Sue's work's success. He continued to be an stone has been performed on him.... M. Alex. Duobscure writer (although his income was quite mas says in a recent letter: "A short time since an comfortable) of novels in feuilletons until the deaths old friend of mine was arrested for $2400, and thrown of Frederick Soulié, de Balzac, and de Bernard, and into the debtors' jail. He sent me word he was the exhaustion of M. Alex. Dumas made him more under lock and key, and asked me to liberate him. conspicuous. He did not rise; others fell around I had not $2400. I went to his creditor and en him, and so made him seen. Understanding the tered into a contract binding me to deliver six leeart of using social relations to advance himself, tures in any six provincial towns he pleased, proand of investing flattery to sure advantage, becoming vided he released my friend. He accepted my offer, less unskilled in the use of the pen, he has, of late and my friend came out of jail at once." While years, occupied a good position. Husbanding his I am speaking of M. Alex. Dumas, let me give you money judiciously, keeping clear of debt, avoiding his description of his grave: "There are few burydiscreditable relations with persons of both sexes, ing-grounds so picturesque as that of Villers Cottehe has, aided by time, sidled himself into quite a rets. The situation of the village in the midst of a good position as a literary man by these extraneous forest enables the villagers to obtain all sorts of aids. Time hallows everything it spares. A fly, trees for the tombs. At a distance one sees a bosky which the housemaid had killed, or my uncle Toby with different colored leaves, and when one obhad gently put out of the window, becomes a pre- serves the play of light on all these groups of trees, cious treasure when time hardens the amber into and hears the joyous birds flying from limb to which it had floundered. At the very moment of limb, one thinks it must be the park of some castle time when M. Feval, by dint of much patience, and rather than a village cemetery. The lot destined tact, and labor, and courtesy, and flattery, had for our family burying-ground is a large square, reached this position (greater than so dull a fellow marked by six magnificent firs which were planted might reasonably have hoped to attain), the demon at my father's burial. They are now 49 years old, He envied M. Victorien and are magnificent. I never go near these firs

envy poisoned his blood.

JULY 16, 1866.

without profound emotion. All I have most sacred in my memories lie there. I went near them this time humbler and bowed nearer than ever to earth, fearing to look, and anxious to see. A grave was dug at the foot of the stone which covers my father's body. The gravedigger stood a little distance off leaning on his spade, as he is represented in Hamlet. He had just completed his task. He saw me coming, and had moved aside. I stopped near the grave. Oh! sweet bitterness of tears, with what sombre voluptuousness I sought thee! The garden planted on each of the graves where my maternal grandfather and grandmother and my father sleep was well kept. I nodded thanks to the gravedigger who was charged with this duty. I gathered a flower from each of these gardens, and laid them on the bottom of the grave. I saw there a long square traced where there was no mound. Knowing it was reserved for somebody, I called the gravedigger, and asked him, What is this place for? 'It is your grave, M. Dumas. There are still three vacant places in your burying-ground, and I have thought you would be glad to be as near as possible to your father and mother. I do not care which one of your parents may die before you; be sure this place will be kept for you.' I made a sign to the gravedigger to come up, and stamping the ground with my foot to take possession of it, I said to him: So it is agreed, isn't it? This is my grave?' 'Yes, M. Dumas.' I took a louis out of my pocket and gave it him. He thanked me by a sort of nod, as he said: 'You think it will do?" I replied 'Yes; but have you thought to provide against your dying before me?' 'Oh! don't be uneasy about that, M. Dumas; I will tell my successor to take care of it

dern Greek.

M.

about to be translated into Hindostanee... Shakspeare's complete works are Sainte Beuve says, in one of his recent articles: "I shall never look upon the average of minds as entirely emancipated in France, and reason firmly established, even in Paris, until Voltaire has his statue, not in the vestibule or in the saloon of a theatre, but in an open, public square, in the face of the sun. Time must still pass away before we shall see this."

for you." I regret to record the death of M. Desportes. He was born at Aubenas, in Ardeche County, in 1798, and made his first appearance as an author in the 24th year of his age by "Le Duel d'Young," which attracted a good deal of attention on its appearance. He translated into French Virgil's Bucolics and Eneid, Horace's Odes, and Perseus's Satires; in 1843 he brought out a four-act comedy in verse at the Odeon, "Molière à Chambord," which was not unsuccessful; and he labored with great assiduity upon compilations which had great reputation in their day, but which are now superseded by dictionaries: "Un Million de Faits;" "Pahia," etc... The widow of the eminent philosopher and mathematician, J. B. Ampère, and mother of the late J. J. Ampère, died recently at Versailles, 88 years old... M. Ferdinand Flocon is dead. He was born the 1st November, 1800. During the Restoration he wrote for the "Courrier Français;" published a pamphlet against the Jesuits; wrote criticisms on the Exhibitions of Fine Arts; published a collection of German Ballads done into French; and wrote a novel, "Ned Wilmore." After the Revolution of 1830, he wrote for "Le Constitutionnel," and after he quitted it, for "La Tribune." In 1845 he founded "La Reforme," which was most hostile to the government, and whose title became the rallying cry of the Revolution of 1848. When it occurred this led to his appointment as a member of the Provisional Government. He quitted France after the coup d'Etat.

M. Clement Duvernois, one of the editors of "La Liberté," headed (I do not mean to pun) one of the recent editorials of his paper with these English words: Go Head!-he meant Go Ahead! "Drink deep, or taste not of the Castillian spring!" . . M. Jules Janin, in a recent feuilleton, said: “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! to use Samuel Johnson's language. O rare Sam Johnson!" Have you noticed the mistakes made in M. Victor Hugo's last novel, in speaking of America? He calls Col. Benton "the famous Missouri banker," and Clay "the mill boy of the scars" (translating, not unnaturally, slashes by scars), and says: "We (Americans) call Winfield Scott hasty plate of soup," because the first thing he did after defeating the English was to sit down to table." He says the American love for nicknames is a fashion of the lower Greek Empire, and it evidently proves revolting to his tastes... A French newspaper, speaking of the horrors of London, said quite recently: "Will it be believed in London a soup made of rotten green walnuts and cats' livers is eaten and popular in all classes of society?” Some of the subscribers to the paper insisted upon further particulars in order that they might avoid this horrible soup when they went to London. The editor said the soup he alluded to was called in London walnut catsup, and should by all means be avoided.

I insisted in a recent letter upon the great revolution which the penny press was making in provincial France. I have new and touching evidence of this great change, which is taking place faster than one could have supposed. The debt literary men owe to newspapers cannot well be over-estimated. They afford literary men a gymnasium where they acquire skill and support themselves comfortably in the trying hours of early professional life. They afford them a channel of publicity, a means of reaching the public, which a legion of commercial travellers, however adroit, energetic, and skilful they may be, cannot pretend to equal. The "Ledger" penetrates every house in Philadelphia; Bridget (who slams the front door so rudely in the touter's face) is glad to see it; and it penetrates every house day after day for years together. The "Home Weekly" is welcomed by 100,000 families fifty-two times a year. A commercial traveller, who called daily or weekly at the same house, would be regarded a nuisance. Books themselves do not penetrate so many houses; one may reckon on his fingers the books which have reached a sale of 50,000 copies. There are numbers of newspapers in America which have a sale of 50,000 copies daily. Newspapers not only afford authors a means of acquainting the public with their labors; they train readers for books, they cultivate a taste for reading. We see this exhibited in a striking manner in France. The Armenian monks, who live on St. Lazarus's When M. Millaud began to organize his local hawIsland in the Venetian lagunes (who has not heard kers, he was, in some villages, unable to procure of their printing-office?), have sent a deputation to men to cry the newspapers in the village streets. the French Emperor to give him the first sheet of The rustics were afraid of passing for fools if they their translation of his Life of Cæsar;" this first hawked printed sheets which nobody would buy! sheet contains the introduction of the work... MM. It actually became necessary to send down hawkers Erckman Chatrain have nearly completed a novel from Paris! entitled "The Prussians in France." At present this cent newspaper has a Schiller's circulation of 27,920 copies a day, and its circula"Messina Bride" has just been translated into mo- tion is constantly increasing. The peasants being

He died poor.

JULY 16, 1866.

The above dimensions will be found convenient for all practical purposes, and can be accommo dated to any length of catalogue by multiplying the leaves. If I were to fix a precise size to which I would have all the trade conform, it would be siz by nine inches, the average magazine 8vo. size. The resulting volumes would be a convenient size to handle, or for the shelves.

As the stationery business is generally united with bookselling in all but the metropolitan towns, it would be equally desirable for the buyer and advantageous for the seller if wholesale stationers and manufacturers of stationery would conform to the same regulations.

taught by this daily teacher are now asking for double column, closely printed book-lists, or for books. Popular libraries are in process of formation single column displayed circulars. in every village in which this cent paper has been distributed, and adult schools have been opened at the earnest prayer of the grown peasants, who never before comprehended the advantages of being able to read and write. As it was found by experience the books which went the round of a village were completely worn out (labor's hands are always rough), and as all the villagers could not read, an arrangement was made to obviate these inconveniences. The villagers would assemble at night at some agreed house, bringing their work with them, (an old custom in the country here,) and while they worked one of them would read aloud. As the reader could not read and work at the same time, the listeners would pay him a fair compensation by contributing each two mills every other or every third night. You know there is in French currency a coin called centime, which is equivalent to two mills. Is not this pursuit of knowledge by ignorant Poverty touching? Nowadays, when a French publisher has sold 3000 copies of almost any work, he rubs his hands with satisfaction. There is scarcely one of our publishers who issues a first edition of more than 1200 copies. The day is not distant when the editions of French publishers will be as large as those issued by American publishers. G. S.

UNIFORMITY OF SIZE IN TRADE-LISTS. EDITOR PUBLISHERS' CIRCULAR: I have nearly 300 trade circulars and pamphlets in my possession, to which I have occasion to make frequent reference. To facilitate such reference I have arranged them all alphabetically, making packages encircled by a rubber band of all beginning with the same letter. But, owing to a great lack of uniformity in their sizes and shapes, I find it very difficult to make neat and convenient packages, and it is very troublesome, whenever I wish to refer to a particular list, to handle over several ill-shaped packages, and, when the right one is found, to pull off the rubber band and fumble through an endless variety of sheets and pamphlets ranging from two by three inches to fifteen by twenty in size. Presuming that nearly all others engaged in the trade, as well as many out of it who have occasion to use trade circulars, experience the same inconvenience, I desire to suggest the following simple remedy for the evil. Let the prominent publishers and dealers agree upon a convenient size of pamphlet, and all the trade thenceforward issue their circulars and book lists according to that standard. The catalogues can then be bound together in a temporary or permanent form, and their contents will be instantly accessible.

The plan is not impracticable; for, running over my circulars, I find that I have about forty ranging in size from 5 by 9 inches to 64 by 9 inches. Of the former size are those published by W. H. Appleton, Amer. Tract Society, Derby & Miller, Mason Bros., Nelson, Reeve, Routledge, Scribner, Wood, and others of New York; Harding, Johnson, Kay, Small, etc., Philadelphia; De Vries, Ibarra & Co.. Lee & Shepard, and one of Little, Brown & Co., Boston; W. C. Little. and J. Munsell, Albany; Moore & Nims, Troy; Robert Clarke & Co., and U. P. James, Cincinnati; Andrews & Bigelow, Chicago; Bancroft & Co.'s series of catalogues, Roman, and Hodge, San Francisco. Among the larger size are those published by M. W. Dodd, W. Gowan, and Harper & Bro., New York. The "Publishers' Cir

cular" is of the latter size, and its advertising pages show that it is a favorable size, either for

It is safe to estimate that at least seven out of every ten circulars sent out by the various publishing houses, manufacturers, and wholesale dealers are, after a single hasty glance, thrown aside and never referred to again, owing to the present impossibility of preserving them in a convenient shape. This is a very great waste; and I think that by calling the attention of the book and stationery trade to this subject it will not be difficult to secure their co-operation in this much needed reform. BOOKSELLER.

NOTES ON BOOKS AND BOOKSELLERS. ELLIOT'S BIRDS OF NORTH AMERICA.-The first part of this splendid work is now ready for delivery. Each part will contain five plates, colored by hand, representing the species of the natural size, accom panied with scenery corresponding with its habits and peculiarities. The edition is limited to 200 copies, after the preparation of which the drawings on the stone will be destroyed. As this is the complement of the great work of Audubon on our native birds, so small an edition, we should sup pose, would be promptly exhausted. It has been got up without regard to expense; while the taste, the care, the skill, and the faithfulness exhibited in the delineation and coloring of our new and unfigured species of North American birds are so conspicuous as to render the work of Mr. Elliot the crowning glory of illustrated American ornithology. Subscriptions are received at the residence of the author, No. 27 West Thirty-third Street, New York, where a specimen copy of the first part may be seen.

COPYRIGHT.-The "Athenæum," noticing the ac cession of a new ministry in England, says: “They may, if they please, put the great question of copyright with the United States on a new and sound self; and this movement probably requires no more footing. A movement has arisen in America itthan a friendly recognition on our side to insureits success. The Whigs, it is thought, were unwilling ground of our pride not allowing us to take any to meet and encourage this American effort, on the further steps. Surely, in a case where the interests of all our thinkers and writers are concerned, a government office may accept justice when it is offered, and put in a corner its own offended majesty."

HEROS VON BORCKE.-The articles, entitled "Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, by Heros Von Borcke, Chief of the Staff to General. E. B. Stuart," which have appeared in "Black wood's Magazine," and which have caused much amusement from their palpable Munchausenisms, have been collected and published at Edinburgh, in two volumes, with a map.

HOMER. A translation of the first book (of the "Iliad"?) into the heroic couplet, by "Omega," is announced in London.