comes we shall be ready. The present state of things cannot endure. God has hardened the hearts of our tyrants that their ruin may be more complete. martial law, it might be found in the volume [nation to throw off the yoke of Austria. We hope recently published by the "Roving English- ever that the time of our liberation from our man," many parts of which have just received wretched bondage is drawing nearer; when it a high and not undeserved eulogium from the Times. In this book we find related the following conversation with a Hungarian gentleman. It took place while the author was crossing Hungary on his return to this country, and conveys therefore very late as well as authentic intelligence respecting the actual state of public feeling in the most important portion of the Austrian dominions. The state of the law here is melancholy to think about; no branch of it displays the smallest activity except the police. A suit on the smallest affairs often lasts for years. The tribunals will not give decisions till they have been bribed; and abuses exist in all countries where it is forbidden to expose them. Ah, things are very bad here," he rather The chilling influence of Austria is everygroaned than said; "we are being ground to where. Education is falling off. We will not dust-arrests, hangings, shootings, floggings, are send our children to school where they only still going on here. Every one is running away learn impious praises of despotism and the Emwho can do so. I should have gone outland al-peror. so, but for my wife and large family. It is mad- Our servitude is cruel. We cannot dance, fidness for me to speak to you-a stranger-so bold-dle, be born or marry, without permission. Our ly as I do; but you are an Englishman, so that I very songs aud amusements are regulated, and know that I am safe. We are spied everywhere. only allowed at stated times. Three or four of We are not safe from the police in our own us cannot meet together at dinner but there will homes, by our fire-sides, or in bed even. We had be a spy sent to watch. We are afraid of our lately some emissaries from the liberals among own shadows. We cannot trust our own wives, The police got scent of this, and pursued for a word spoken in mere carelessness or gosthem; but we were all true, and they escaped. sip may send us to a felon's jail or consign us The people love Kossuth; the nobles and landown- at once to an infamous death. But we are geters do not; yet they have lost nothing by the revo- ting very stubborn and sulky; if we get the uplution, and their estates are even more valuable per hand again, we shall be terrible. Oh! if than before. The abolition of the corvée was re- you knew how we love the very name of free ally little felt by the landlords. England, and stretch our imploring arms to her." us. Hungary is ill defended, the fortresses are ill kept. The regiments here are composed chiefly of -Yes-this is the Power, needing every Italians and Poles, who are disaffected to a man. bayonet it can muster to maintain its own illeEven the Bohemians could not be relied on by the Em-gal and absurd system of government, to purperor in another struggle. No Hungarian is em- chase whose concurrence we are told that ployed in any public department in Hungary, or England and France ought to make every sawould dare accept office under the Austrians, under penalty of being generally degraded in the crifice, and to be content with terms that estimation of his countrymen, and shunned by would neither have given them security for them. The few exceptions are most utterly de- peace nor have afforded them indemnity for spised. the expenses of the war. Truly we are well We are in real righteous earnest in our determi-rid of "our ally to a certain extent." STRIVE, WAIT, AND PRAY. You would now perchance disdain, Wait; yet I do not tell you The hour you long for now, Will not come with its radiance vanished, Yet far through the misty fature, Pray; though the gift you ask for Yet Spray, and with hopeful tears; Household Words. From Household Words. - will be as robust diet as it will need in the earlier days of its existence. You will never meet a French lover among the educated I HAVE seen a French lover. I have even classes, who has not made an artistic study watched the process of French love-making, of his mistress, and who does not know every and traced the course of an affaire from its line of her face, and every change of her birth to its decay: which thing hath not been countenance. He would be only a bungling given to every Anglo-Saxon. It was a curious journeyman else, incapable of all the fine work study; almost worth a woman's heart-ache to of his profession. But this gives a certain master. So at least I, not being the sufferer, poetic charm to a woman's intercourse with felt during this psychological experience. Har- him, which few fail to appreciate; appealing riet was probably of a different opinion; for few like to learn pathology by their own ailments, or to study human nature by their own sufferings. as it does to that vague sentiment which all women possess, and the want of which they so sadly complain of in men of business and of actual life. Thus then the first step in French A French love affair is the most scientific love making is artistic admiration, the profound matter in the world. It can be reduced to as knowledge of every personal peculiarity sliding positive rules as an Aristotelian drama, and fol- into the respectful adoration of a devotee, and lows as certain a course of progressive devel- the spiritual appreciation of a poet. It is a long opment as an historical essay or a three- slow step, but sure and irremovable. Every day volumed novel. It has a beginning, a middle, sees the smallest possible advance in his suit ; and an end, all distinctly planned and foreseen; but every day is an advance. As nothing is and combinations of feelings and circumstances left to chance, the progress of each week is are previsionally arranged and deliberately mapped out months ago; and what he will have "played for," as if a love affair were a game dared, and what obtained, by such and such a of chess, where all was science and nothing time, is as definitely arranged as the manœuchance. Consequently it is not impulsive in vres of a squadron. He seldom deceives himits action, like a Spanish, or even an English, matter of the kind; it is purely mathematical, and requires as keen an intellect to manage properly as the conduct of an army or the leadership of a party. self; and seldomer fails by undue familiarity. His lady-love is a saint that he worships Chinese fashion-kneeling, but ever advancing nearer to her shrine; the means of humility giving him the end of success. He instals her No French lover who understands what he like a goddess that he may reverence while is about is precipitate. He is as deliberate and conquering. He makes her feel that to undercautious in love as he is passionate and incon- stand her aright is his business; that he has sequential in politics. The man who would not a thought nor a wish distinct from her; organize a revolution because he disapproved that her happiness is the one unfailing enof the court liveries, would spend months in deavor of his life; her love the one adored planning the surprise of certain minute evi- hope of his heart. Absent, his every thought dences of interest which an Anglo-Saxon would belongs to her; present, his whole being is demand bluntly in a few days, and think very merged and fused into hers. He becomes her little of when obtained. A faded rose, a own best interpreter to herself; for these lovcrumpled ribbon, exalts a Frenchman into the ers are wonderful readers of character- with highest realms of bliss. To see him with such perceptive faculties almost like clairvoyance. a token in his possession, one would believe Not a glance but he reads and replies to; that he had attained the extreme point of hu- not a smile but has its meaning, such as she man happiness, and that nothing now was left herself perhaps did not half understand; nota to fate or the future. And it is so. His open- word but receives its amplification and the reing has given him the game. An Englishman vealing of its mysterious import. He imwould neither feel such security nor show such presses on her that he reads the hidden secrets rapture if all the preliminaries had been signed, and mammas and aunts were "agreeable;" for we are generally chary of our emotional expressions, and few of us think love sufficient cause for madness. A Frenchman's love will live on food as unsubstantial as the cameleon's. The color of his lady's hair will keep it in good condition for a month; the perfume she affects, the turn of her lip, the pink nail with its halfmoon, the delicate finger, her smile, and the little foot, so neat and shapely-nay, even the ribbons she prefers, her shawl, and her bonnet of her heart and brain; and that, to be understood in half her beauty, she must be interpreted by him. And, as no woman lives on this earth who, at some time of her life, does not think herself (if she thinks at all) misunderstood and unappreciated as no woman was before her, this peculiar tact and power of the French lover generally carries all before him. For it is so sweet to be understood, and yet idealized- to have all that is best in her magnified and exalted, and to see herself in a mirror that blots out all defects and heightens all beauties. It is so delicious to hear those dumb inarticulate thoughts of ours, struggling con- or gross. A day down among the stately trees fusedly within our brains, brought forth and set of St. Germain, or between the leafy walls of in due shape and order by one who makes Versailles, is a day of unmingled happiness to himself the hierophant of the mysteries of our both; though they do nothing but sit so well being who interprets us so as to make us dressed under the shade for hours togetheralmost a new creation. Talk of flattery! Our in full view of the monde-he smoking a cicoarse personal compliments deserve as little gar, and she embroidering a collar; talking to be called so by the side of this supreme es- sentiment and love. And a fauteuil de bal sence of flattery, as an Irish stew to be called con, or a place in the baignoires beneath, cookery by the side of the carte of the Maison where the lady receives a bouquet or acien, Dorée. No flattery can equal in subtle potency either in the dark box, or out in the foyer with that which takes the form of spiritual interpre- the world, makes a pleasure rivalling that of tation which reveals to us a new self, supe- children for freshness and intensity. And we rior in beauty and goodness to that outer husk may add innocence. Then, they love the which the uninitiated only see which height- hippodrome, and the Jarden des Plantes, the ens, glorifies, idealizes, yet preserves our indi- Jarden d'hiver, and the Tuileries and the viduality, and which makes us our own embodi- Luxembourg; and they drive out into the ment of the beautiful and the good. This is wood, and walk through its alleys, bidding French flattery. It is commendable for its the carriage wait or follow them; and they wisdom and ingenuity, to say the least of it. dine at those charming restaurants among the trees of the Champs Elysés, or in the Bois itself at a certain famous place which all the world knows; and they hear music and see To exalt his mistress in her own eyes, yet ever to hold himself higher than she-a hero humbling his strength before beauty-this is the first great success on the French chess-bright dresses, and eat good things, and feel board. Pride in her lover, pleased vanity in herself, dumb greatness made articulate, and veiled beauty brought to light-what more can the soul of woman need, to lure her to the altar of her own sacrifice, to the place of her own bondage? the sunshine, and believe that their lives are to be forever after as bright and happy as the scene around them, and are skeptic as to all future sufferings in any shape. In fact, French love in its second stage, means pleasure. This, then, is the middle stage of a French love affair. In the beginning the unknown and the mute found a revealer and an inter preter, and the femme incomprise was understood "for the first time in her life." In the second stage, the femme ennuyée, desolée, triste, was amused; and smiles and gayeties sprang up beneath her lover's hand as flowers beneath the footsteps of a god. The sun has risen to his zenith. The next changes will be decline; the setting; and then night. When this heroic love and spiritual devotion have been carried out to their sufficient limit, and when monotony would soon begin to take the place of constancy, the French lover advances another step. He offers pleasures in place of spiritualities. Flowers-even if comparatively a poor man-winter bouquets at five francs, or more; violets, bonbons, a jardinière, or flowers in pots. On New Year's day his expenditure must be magnificent: not forgetting the servants; above all the femme de The third. Ah! the gray that will mingle chambre, if he wishes to be considered comme with the shining locks of youth!-the autumn il faut, and un vrai Monsieur. For servants that must come after the springtide promise have vast influence in France. Gifts are ne- and the summer gladness!-the waning moon cessities in French love-making: remember that will turn into darkness-the fading French this, my brother Englishmen, ye who would at-love that cannot learn friendship, and to attempt Gallic successes, and who would hear tain a second growth, another youth. The yourselves called gentils and charmants, by third: the term of doubt, of suspicion, of jealGallic lips: make presents above all things, and ousy, of dictation, of quarrellings, of wearibegin with bouquets and bonbons. Then come gayeties. Theatres, balls, cafés, petit soupers, and petit coupés, all in due order and succession also in due proportion to the rank of the contracting parties; for a marquise and a grisette would be wooed differently of course. And now the divinity so respectfully idolized, begins the life of a queen dowered with gayety and gladness. To the time of spiritual adoration succeeds that of social endowment.Every pleasure within his reach the French lover showers on his mistress. And all are gay and sparkling pleasures; nothing heavy ness, of hatred, of separation; yes, this third term comes too, inevitable as storms after tropical heat; and then the game is played out, the drama is acted to its end, the idol is dis placed, the queen dethroned, and, after a few hours of tears and a few days of grief, the- Hearts so lately mingled, seem Breaks into floods that part for ever. men. The fused individualities separate; the his hat and wishes them good day, and won't joined lives break assunder, like one of Prince be brought to hear reason any how. An Rupert's drops; each goes on a separate way; Englishman is the horror of most French woeach finds new hierophants and new divinities; and so the ball of life and love is kept with other players-but the same marker. What a pity it is that the third term should up ever come. And Frenchmen too, they have the same horror of English pride and independence in English women. They almost all say that they would rather be deceived with smiles, Now, English women do not understand this than treated with the coldness, the pride, the kind of love making: we have no national disdain, the iron wilfulness of a faithful Engequivalent for it, even among the most in- lish woman. They cannot understand it. It considerate of our flirting, charming, bewitch- is a new experience, and they don't admire it. ing coquettes. I cannot say it is a national Anything but this; Italian revenge, Spanish loss to be filled up. passion, and French inconstancy, all rather The worst characteristic of a French lover than the cold severity and marble pride of 18 his suspiciousness. It is the worst charac- Englishwomen. It is a riddle to them. It is teristic of French society generally. Profound long before they can be brought to understand ineradicable skepticism is the plague spot, the it, and longer still before they will accept the festering sore of the modern French mind.-position-une peu basse, they say that our That no man is honest, and no woman faith- women assign them. There is generally terful, are the Alpha and Omega of the popular rible confusion between French and English creed; to believe that his trusted friend will betray him for self-interest, his wife deceive him for the most paltry pleasures, that the man who offers him a service does so for some sinister motive, and that the caresses of his betrothed hide some fault planned or committed; to believe that he lives in the midst of snares and enemies, and that he must trust to his intellect alone to help him out of themthis is the creed of the modern Frenchman, and this he calls wisdom and knowledge of the world. lovers at the first, and very seldom any real union of heart and life even if they marry; unless the wife has been so long abroad as to lose her nationality, and to adopt foreign views and foreign feelings. Another peculiarity among the French is their strictness with the unmarried women.— They cannot understand the liberty of our young ladies. It is a crime in their eyes-a premium for immorality. A French fiancée is never allowed a moment's unrestricted intercourse with her fover. Perhaps she sees him only once or twice before her marriagefor marriage is a commercial affair in France; and so much a year with my daughter, is married to so much a year with your son: but it is the marriage portion and the income that marry the daughter and the son are merely accessories. Which makes it very easy for our unmarried women to be totally misunderstood in France-and sometimes painfully so. For liberty recognized among us as natural and proper, is there considered dangerous and immoral. I knew an instance of this. His suspicions know no limit, and no rest. A bouquet which he has not given, a soirée to which he is not invited, friends that he does not know; even a new gown or a new mode of dressing the hair-are all indications that the lady is betraying him, and that he must bend his mind and tax all his faculties to "find her out." He is never unconvinced; for, even if he "finds out" nothing, he says only that he has been tricked, and that Madame is more skilful than himself; more artful he says, if very angry. French women are generally submissive to this kind of thing. They are In the corner yonder, just under that broadmarvellously patient and forbearing, those gay leaved palm of the Jardin d'Hiver—are M. little creatures; and they expostulate and ges- Auguste and Miss Harriet; Mademoiselle Henticulate, and affirm and disclaim with a volu- riette as he calls her. Miss Harriet is about bility and a grace and an earnestness that few thirty, an orphan of good family, tolerably men can resist. So the storms blow over; well-looking, lady-like and rich. She is a litand Madame (for all that has been written the original, and passes even in England for refers chiefly to widows), Madame only shrugs being eccentric and too independent. M. Auher shoulders, and laughs, and says, "Mon guste is the possessor of some five or six hundDieu, quel homme!" as she dries her eyes and red a year (he is rich for a Parisian); possesssettles her smooth bands of glossy hair. But, or too of certain small properties beside.they don't much mind, they say, and would They met by accident: they were travelling rather have a French lover-with all his fire together from Avignon, and they first met at and fury, and jealousy and suspicion, with whom they can have a dramatic scene, and then a poetic reconciliation-than a stiff sombre Anglais, cet homme sevère, who takes up Vaucluse, by the Fountain. An acquaintance sprang up between them: very naturally: which left them mutually pleased with each other. It was an adventure; and Miss Har riet being an impulsive lady on the verge of her wane, liked adventures. All English wo men do. time he condescended to be more explicit; and then he expressed his conviction that another Monsieur-one of Mademoiselle's miM. Auguste received permission to visit her. lor friends doubtless-bad given her this bouThey both adroitly gave each other such proofs quet to replace his own-that his was not of their mutual respectability as took off all choice, not rich enough for Mademoiselle's that might have been equivocal in their ac- taste-he apologized for its poverty; but he quaintance. M. Auguste was ravished at was only a poor Frenchman with a heart-he Mademoiselle's condescension. She was truly must leave the means and the power to make charming; her boudoir was delicious, Mad- Mademoiselle happy to her rich compatriots, emoiselle herself was perfectly idéale, and was with a good deal more. And then he ended the realization of all M. Auguste's dreams of by taking up his hat and gloves and saying in female perfection: compliments paid with the a tragic voice, “ Adieu for ever!" Of course profoundest reverence, but with an exaltation that storm blew over and fine weather of feeling that bewildered poor Harriet. A was restored; but this was the beginning of neglected daughter, shut up in a remote coun- long days of jealousy as groundless and as try village in the west of England, her inde- worthless. Harriet bore up against them pendence gained only when her first youth heroically. She was the essence of good tem-had fled-it was no wonder that these new per to him, and soothed his waywardness and and strange devotions bewildered and unset-bore with his follies, until he himself confesstled her. A kind of startled gratitude, grati-ed that her temper was wonderful, and that fied vanity and personal admiration-for M. he tried it sorely. However, he went too far Auguste was exceedingly handsome-made once. He was in bad humor, and he forgot up together a feeling which the world calls himself; and then the English pride woke love, and which she herself mistook for the same. up; and she called him "Monsieur," and bade him adieu tearlessly, and never so much as Up to a certain point in their intercourse sighed when he closed the door, as she believnothing could be more delightful than M. ed for ever. But he wrote to her after this, Auguste. The refinement and spirituality of and apologized for his violence: (it was all his tone and conversation completed the charm because she had walked in the Tuileries garwhich his wonderful knowledge of the human dens with a certain relative of hers, who was heart, and his good looks had begun; and too young and well-looking for M. Auguste's Harriet was desperately in love-much to the taste; and as Frenchmen cannot understand edification of her maid, who watched that she the liberty of our unmarried women it was might take lessons. Flowers, gifts, pleasures grand ground for a quarrel). In his letter of all kinds where showered fast and thick on he besought a reconciliation with her; who the Englishwoman's path, and perpetual sun-was the life of his soul, and the star of his shine was over her. Poor Mademoiselle Hen- future: promising better things, and the proriette in her weary past had never dreamed foundest confidence in her integrity. of such happiness. So The third term had come, even to M. Auguste and Mademoiselle Henriette. Harriet relented, and the wheel of love went One day Harriet had brought a large round once more. But he never forgot, nor bunch of lilies of the valley, and placed them wholly forgave her passionate burst of Enin the vase from which she took M. Auguste's glish pride; and he told her more than once last and now decidedly faded bouquet. These that Frenchwomen were much more submiswere very simple acts. No one would have sive, and that he did not approve of this Rothought them stormseeds sown broadcast. M. man pride, this classic haughtiness, of the EnAuguste called. His eyes glanced to the lilies glish women. So they quarrelled again, bebefore it saw the smiling face eager to greet cause he was impertinent and sarcastic. him. His countenance changed; his address was cool, constrained, and distressingly polite. Harriet could not understand this; and, at Quarrels, still healed by love, but becoming first, was too timid to ask; for she dreaded bad daily more numerous and more fierce, and the news of his own affairs or some terrible catas- love less powerful in the healing-doubts and trophe. At last she did summon up courage suspicions for ever renewed and passionately enough. M. Auguste smiled gloomily. He resented these where the dying throes of the pointed to the vase and bit out a few words affair, painful enough to witness. His pride spitefully, in which Harriet distinguished "un was now wounded as well as hers: she could autre prétendant-infâme-scélérat-trahi not forgive her strength of will, and she could -triché-adieu-Madame." Not very intel- not forgive his want of trust. He was cerligible to the innocent Englishwoman, who tain, she had deceived him. Yes Madame— did not see any infamy or treachery in a deceived, betrayed, tricked him-the confidhandful of lilies of the valley bought by her- ing French gentleman, the loyal man of honor! self for twelve sous at the Madeleine. After a Which indignity Mademoiselle resented in |