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over sixteen thousand copies. But M. terior, or the functionary intrusted by Vermorel, its proprietor and editor-in- him with the surveillance of the press. chief, had had so many difficulties with At first the proprietors of the Charivari the Government that it was feared lest thought it would be utterly impossible the Emperor should order it to be sup- for them to go on under a law so expressed. The Courrier is a perfect ceedingly rigorous, and which, they thorn in the side of the Bonapartists, knew full well, would be carried out in and prosecution after prosecution for the most inexorable manner, and they violations of the press-law are insti- contemplated for a while suspending tuted against it. In consequence of the publication of the Charivari. It these prosecutions, M. Vermorel will was solely owing to the efforts and rehave the pleasure of passing the next monstrances of M. Huart, the editor-inthree years of his life in prison.
chief, that this resolution was not carHardly less radical than the Courrier ried into effect; and the Charivari now is M. A. Peyrat's Avenir National, an entered upon the most arduous porable journal, edited by Peyrat, Fred- tion of its checkered and eventful caerick Morin and Taxile Delord. Its reer. It would require a whole volume circulation is increasing very rapidly, to narrate all its struggles with the and so is that of the Epoque under the Government censors, the losses which it clever management of Clément Duver- sustained in consequence of the tamenois, who was formerly managing edi- ness and lack of spirit which arose from tor of the Liberté, and whom Girardin the heavy pressure constantly brought is said to have discharged because his to bear upon it, and the petty, insidious, articles attracted almost as much atten- and harassing persecutions to which it tion as his own.
was subjected. Oftentimes the GovernThe Charivari, the humorous daily— ment censors rejected engravings suffiwhich, though it has lost a great deal cient to fill half a dozen issues of the of its former prestige and influence, paper, and the articles containing politshould be mentioned here on account ical allusions not exactly to the liking of the political significance attached to of the Minister and his subordinates, many of its articles, and, above all, to always brought in their train hints and the exceedingly clever caricatures with warnings that a repetition of the offence which it abounds—is, perbaps, the Pari- would lead to a prosecution or a sumsian journal whose editors have hitherto mary suppression of the paper. A rather had to encounter more difficulties and strange and unexpected consequence of obstacles in the discharge of their oner- this unparalleled pressure from above, ous duties than any of their colleagues compensating the proprietors, in a measof the political ailies. The Emperor ure, for the loss of influence and presNapoleon, who, despite his habitual tige, which the Charivari necessarily mask of indifference and coldness, it is sustained under the circumstances, was well known, is keenly sensitive to the the fact that such political caricatures attacks made upon him by the news- as it was allowed to publish, especially papers, and especially to the weapon of those relating to foreign affairs, were ridicule, more powerful in France than looked upon by the public as being in anywhere else, added to the famous consonance with the views and inten press-ordinance of February 14, 1852, of tions of the Government. Hence, it his own accord, and contrary to the happened not unfrequently that the advice and remonstrances of M. de public attached considerable importance Morny and most of his leading adher- to these caricatures, and some of them, ents, a section requiring the editors of strange as it may seem, even exerted a all illustrated papers to submit the marked influence on the stock speculaproofs of all engravings of a political tions of the Bears and Bulls of the character and tendency, prior to their Bourse. M. Louis Huart, who, though publication, to the Minister of the In- a native of Treves in Germany, was for
many years the managing editor of this leled bitterness, which induced the pubjournal, if I may say so, more peculiarly lishers, not to try to eclipse each other and characteristically French than any by the merits of their papers, by the of its contemporaries, died a year or artistic value of the illustrations, and two ago, and his former assistant, Paul the excellent character of the readingVéron, a clever and incisive humorist, matter, but by reducing the subscriptook his place. “Cham," the famous tion rates to the lowest figures, and to caricaturist,-a nobleman by the name make up for their losses by cutting of De Noë,-is still the leading artist of down their expenses as much as possithe Charivari. Financially, the paper ble. And thus it happens that a great is no longer very prosperous. Its ex- many of the wood-cuts in these papers, penses are comparatively heavy, and the published in a city boasting of so many circulation has very sensibly declined eminent xylographers, are decidedly insince 1852. It rarely exceeds three ferior to those published in the illusthousand copies, and averages, perhaps, trated papers of England and Germany; not over twenty-five hundred.
that they oftentimes publish old clichés As for the large illustrated papers, of engravings, which were issued years the Illustration, the Monde Illustré, the ago in the latter; and, hampered as Univers Illustré, etc., etc., it seems, at they are also by the other influences first sight, strange that their circulation fettering the French press in general, should be so much smaller than that of they display a lack of energy and enthe illustrated papers of Germany and terprise by no means calculated to inEagland; for, while the Leipzig Illus- crease their circulation and influence. trirte Zeitung circulates upward of fifty Justice requires us, however, to say that thousand copies, and its Stuttgart rival, the literary matter of these illustrated Ueber Land und Meer, between sixty and journals, as a general thing, is decidedly seventy thousand copies; and while the superior to that of their English and London illustrated papers are known to German contemporaries. The most have as large a circulation, the Illustra- eminent littérateurs of France are among tion, as a general thing, sells only be- their regular contributors; and their tween fourteen and fifteen thousand theatrical criticisms, their causeries, copies, the Monde Illustré, between seven their chroniques, are generally very well and nine thousand, and the Univers written, sprightly, and interesting, while Illustré, perhaps, one or two thousand the feuilleton, that most important part
The trouble is that, for a long of the French newspaper, of course, contime past, there has been going on be- tains the productions of the most poputween these papers a rivalry of unparal- lar novelists of the day.
NOTE.—Since this article was written, the most important restrictions on the establishment of new journals in France have been removed, and a large number are announced for speedy publication, with the endorsement of many names of weight and influence that have not before been connected with the newspaper world.
It is worthy of note that not one of the new papers proposes to support imperialism as it is.- Editor.
SAVED FROM THE ASYLUM.
tor a long time, and the sheep are sadly
in need of a shepherd.” Rev. ASHLEY MULGROVE and Hester “ You should go, then, Ashley. Be Mason stood side by side in the little cheerful, dear; you know I shall write parlor of the Widow Mason's cottage. you twice every week.” He had on his overcoat, while his hat “I don't mean to complain, darling; and muffler were in a chair ready for I am ready and anxious to labor in my him to take. There was a certain proud Master's vineyard; but I don't like to bearing in the man that gave him a go without you. Somehow, Hester, it knightly air rather than a ministerial seems as if I had been imperfectly mien; and as he stepped forward to say 'made, and that essential portions of my good-by, putting his arm gently around organism only existed in you. When her waist, while Hester rested her face I'm away from you, my mind is like a and hands upon his bosom, Abelard machine that has lost its balance-wheel. and Heloise could not have surpassed It may run with great velocity, but it them in this lover's tableau.
needs something to regulate it and temAshley looked down upon his treas- per its force. Excuse my likening you ure, and then, turning his eyes heaven- to a balance-wheel, Hester ; but I don't ward, seemed to invoke God's blessing think I shall ever run well without you." on the woman he loved.
“Dear Ashley," she said, with her Thus they stood in silence. Their dark, gray eyes full of tenderness, and hearts throbbed with one passion, one a conscivusness of her power over her thought, one desire. Whether in these lover, “it makes me proud to know moments there was most of pain or that I am necessary to your happiness, pleasure, it is impossible to tell. These and I trust I may be to your usefulare feelings which come to us once in a lifetime, and only once.
“ You are to both. And now I must Hester was the first to speak : “ Ash- go.” ley, you must go, for you'll have to take He was holding both her hands in the stage early in the morning."
his, when she said : “Remember your “I know it, Hester," he replied, proniise, Ashley: you are never to study “but there is something makes me later than ten o'clock at night; then dread to leave you."
you are to pray, and always mention “But it won't be long till next Octo
my name." ber, you know,” she said, with an effort “Well, good-by, dear, sweet Hester, at cheerfulness.
precious wife! Tell me you love me, “Nine months - nine months," he once more." answered, sadly.
“Ashley, all that woman can love, I “But that's only a little while. You love you." with your sermons and I with my sew- “God bless you, Hester !" ing, the time will soon be gone."
“His angels guard you, Ashley." “Hester, I wish you could go with Here the lips of the two lovers met, me; but God knows best.”
. their speech melted into a long, linger“Must you go so soon?”
ing kiss, which sealed the farewell of “ Yes."
two souls not to be separated in Eter“Why?”
nity, though they part in Time. “Deacon Rowler says in his last letter Soon the door closed gently, and the that I must come on the first of January, steps of the Rev. Ashley Mulgrove for the society has been without a pas crackled upon the crisp snow, which
sparkled like diamond-dust in the cold flatter a servant of the Lord, Mr. Mullight of the moon. He walked home grove, but ever since I heard you preach sad and sullen, as if he were going into to us as a candidate, I knew that you exile.
were one of the chosen, sir-one of the chosen !" He believed somehow that
ministers were selected by special act The next morning, while the stars of Providence, and meant to intimate were yet shining, the young clergyman that in this case the choice could not was in the stage-coach on his way to be improved. Without hardly pausing the railway-depot, nine miles distant. for breath, he continued, “ Brother MulBefore the sun had been up an hour he grove, you are commissioned to do a was rushing on the train towards the glorious work for us in Zion." flourishing village of Goldburgh, in “I hope so, with your cooperation, Northern New York. It now began to Brother Rowler," wedged in the clergysnow and drift rapidly on the track. · man. “I trust, my humble labors will Soon the storm was almost blinding, be blest." and he could hardly see the fences from “They will be, sir-they will be," the car-window. The result was block- kept on the deacon. “ You have got ade, shovelling, backing up, bumping, the preach in you, and it must come impatience of passengers, and, finally, a out. You can knock out a sermon just triumphant victory of the Steam-King as I used to turn out a tin-pan when I over the Storm-Fiend who thought to was a tinker. I could beat any two men stop him on his way.
in the shop, just because I had tho The train reached Goldburgh at knack. Our last pastor, Brother Drawl1 P. M., just four hours behind-time. ings, was a good man-a very pious, This circumstance determined the sub- good man; but his preaching wa'n't sequent events of our story. Two per- particular brilliant. In my opinion he sons had been waiting for Mr. Mulgrove was not chosen. He couldn't make at the depot. One was Charles Dod- himself terrifying to sinners. We want man, a young merchant, who had been a man to make the church grow. Thero his classmate at college, and who de- is no standing still in this world, sirsired him to board with his father; the must go ahead, or else go backwards. other was Deacon Rowler, intent on I commenced a tinker, got to be a tinoffering the new clergyman the hospi- peddler, then owned a small shop, now tality of bis own house. As the train I own a big one and have twenty-seven was so late, the young man went home peddlers on the road. This is the style to dinner; but the Deacon did not, and of thing I like to see in the church. so secured his man.
When I see a new convert brought in, I “Ah, how do you do—how do you say to myself, "There is one more peddo! Glad to see you!” rattled the dler on the road; he will leave the energetic little church dignitary, as he bright tinware of Christian example, I caught the Rev. Ashley Mulgrove by hope, along the path of his daily life.?" the hand, and snatched his satchel away As Deacon Rowler concluded this refrom him as if he were a highwayman, mark, with his large hand he took off and had no time to spare. “I tell you, his enormous fur cap, and his road Brother Mulgrove, I'm delighted to see forehead, on which the coarse iron-gray you. I've waited for ye, just as them locks still held a place, fairly smoked old Jews waited for a Messiah. Come with perspiration. His short, sturdy right up with me; you must be hungry figure expressed in every action his com-ministers must eat, you know. I told pressed and intensified energy. Like a Mrs. Rowler to keep something warm coiled watch-spring, his life was a confor you. You got snowed in, did you ? stant pushing. He was a working ChrisWell, you're in time to preach to tian. morrow, that's lucky ;-don't wish to Deacon Rowler soon led Mr. Mul
grove to his house, one of those pre- success. The Rev. Ashley Mulgrove tentious, white, two-story and a half had in him .one prime essential of a dwellings which betoken an powerful preacher — spiritual earnestwhose worldly affairs are prosperous. ness. To this he added a poetic imagiHis family were Mrs. Rowler, large, nation and a thorough culture. There black-eyed, with glossy black hair, and was a kind of magnetism in the man, a quizzing expression which seemed to which electrified all who came within demand your secrets at once; Miss the range of his pulpit. His fine, masAlice, a daughter of sixteen, bewitch- sive head with the thick brown locks ingly beautiful in her budding woman- and heavy beard ; his dark eyes that hood, with luxuriant auburn curls, blue dilated wide when inspired by his eyes like her father's, and brimful of theme; the passionate, impressive gesgirlish merriment; and Master Fred, tures, the ringing voice now sweet and who had recently come in possession of sad, or anon like the bugle-blast in its his first pair of skates. There was one fiery vehemence; the strong, compact more-Dowzer, an immense Newfound- figure that paced to and fro past the land dog, who had the freedom of the desk—all helped make up the consumreception-room, and, when strangers mate pulpit-orator. He recalled the were present, had the habit of resting scriptural statement, “The word was his under-jaw in Alice's lap, and rolling with power.” It is not wonderful that his yellow eyes from her to them, say- he delighted the executive fancy of ing, in canine pantomime, “If you Deacon Rowler. should dare harm her, I'd make the His second, third, and fourth sermons finest kind of mincemeat of you." were as excellent as his first, and on Dowzer made himself understood on each successive Sabbath he surpassed this point to the comprehension of the himself. His congregation was soon young clergyman..
the largest in the village, and the Rev. The Rev. Ashley Mulgrove had been Cleanthus Bibbins, rector of Holy Trin introduced to the family on his previous ity Church, who had a hankering after visit, and greeted them warmly. Mrs. ritualism, spoke of him as a sensation Rowler surveyed him with her habitual preacher who sought by clap-trap to quiz; Alice inquired if her practice on attract the "vulgar” rabble.
He the piano would disturb him in his preached the theology of an orthodox study up-stairs; Fred asked if he could sect, and with telling effect. In the skate; and Dowzer again signified his first six months of his ministry, over ability to craunch him in a certain con- forty converts were added to his church, tingency. After dinner he was shown and it was a noticeable fact that a large to the room assigned him, and began percentage of them were young ladies. unpacking his clothes and books. Here But let us analyze more closely the he took out Hester's picture, and gazed pastoral duties of our young clergyman upon the sweet, tranquil face. He
He at this period of his life. He preached kissed it with a lover's fervor, and then two sermons every day, morning and looked around to see if any one was evening; heard a Bible-class after the watching him. There was no one near,
first service; presided at prayer-meetand it was only the memory of Mrs. ings on Wednesday and Friday eveRowler's eyes which affected him dis- nings ; attended covenant meetings agreeably. Under their glance, he fan- monthly; officiated at weddings and cied himself very thin and transparent. funerals; made pastoral calls; was
The next day was the Sabbath, and scrupulous in visiting the sick of the all that evening he read over his sermon. parish, and was expected to take the
the second day of the lead in conducting the missionary and new year, he preached the opening charitable enterprises of his society. discourse of his first pastorate. To These trifling duties he perforined in speak in a secular way, the result was a those days for $500 a-year and a
On the morrow,