The Express.
London, England, 1858-02-05 00:00:00

LITERATUBE.

Adele. By JULIA KAVANAGH. Ia 3 vole. Lou
don : Hutt and Blackett.
This is not a very pleasant novel to read, though
it is • very clever one. Nevertheless the proper end
of life is action rather than contemplation. The
more we at and thick silks mysteries within us the
lgreeter is tie censequet confusion of head and para-
of brain. True, from tleavets descended, as ancisat
sages write, the t " Know thyself;" but a
man may know h=f in two ways—the one way
leading to healthy action ; the other to the reverse.
Right self-knowledge 'unpile, the study of tin limits
of human action, rather than of the limit& of the human
mind ; the study of what we might do rather than of
what • e might think ; the heights life might climb
!tither than of the depths the mind might darkly,
sod as through a glass, perceive. To what, in all
ages, Desthe religion of the mystics led but to the
abnegation of duty . the abandonment of effort ;
the absorption of the soul in an adoration more
delusive than really elevating? The men who have
exalted humanity, who have taught the arts and cha-
pities of life, who have won freedom for their kind ;
bib° have planted cities, and laid down railways, and
neared factories, and bulk fleets, have troubled them-
selves very little with subjective analysis, have not
wasted much time in listening to the throbbing of
their diseased hearts, mistaking indigestion for inspi-
ration. It is true, as Shelley says, we of these late
no
" Lash Waft sad after,
had piss kw what is ass,
Our densest insglom
With seam pelm le fraught,
Our mongol nags are thus whit tell at saddest thought."
But we are not the better for this morbid neon-
ally of over self-constiousues, which we carry into
everything, even into love. We cannot take love as
ft contra, end be thankful and happy. We must tor-
ture our braille with it—we must subject it to all kinds
of tuts—we meat impose on it too often conditions
fatal to its very existence. If a man ban the inflation"
be sends for his doctor, stops at ham*, and nurses him-
self—is patient end resigned ; but ilk' is in love he is
perpetually worried. If he is rich he is loved for hie
seal di —if he is poor, then be will be refused for a
Wealthier rival. The old couplet will ring in his
ear—a couplet, alas, se tree u old—
"I haw • Medd= fair to me ;
Boware—ehife looks, than"
In the came of the lady this self-torture will item:rimed
still farther, inasmuch as worldly claims compel at
times the most devoted Romeo to forget Joliet.
In the novel before us this self-excruciating
process is carried some length, with great
originality and skill. Happily, however, the term&
tattoo is what we could alt desire, and the torture ef
Neighs is succeeded by the perfect bliss of a life.
Addle de Camelia, sole representative of an ancient
home, when we that make her soquinhume, is a
mall young girl, very wild and pretty, living with
her only relative, Mademoiselle de Jansen, in the
manor of Comities, rented of a Mr. Osborne, who
had • factory there, and whose death forum the sub-
ject of the first chapter. This factay is left to his
moo, Mr. William Osborne, who has Lag been
estranged from his father, and who has to take ears
of a scheming stepmother, a brother, Robert (who is
a sot and a rogue), and two vary selfish sisters.
The foreman to the factory, Francis Morel, is a ras-
cal ; and the tint thing Mr. William Osborne doss Le
to go and look after him and the works. Here, of
course, he makes the acquaintance of Addle, who re-
mains in the hoses with a couple of old servants, :Gag
attached to her family; and here come in time all
the Osborne., with a son of Mn. Osborne by a forme
marriage, Capitate. Joseph, and a Baron de Lamer, 1
who flirts with Isabella Osborne. Let se give
A FAMILY la WITH.
The two sisters were ahem sad, as usual, ready teMigneg.
" I wish von would ghat dime abutters," mid allall.
eOM Wight sad did= ye me Webs"kL 1
?tat Ames washran for Childs lierelC '
Isabelle,
dalthembly demi dui shatters a her sistsr's bee.
Was Amid sisesilli, sad did net data to lose her
'lllllrMil you I ma mat
_Obi fa be arid so," said Anna,
with sparkling eyes. "limn this is manikins going is,
sod Wan I ma hip set eft."
Tim Is • iris sir es; haehally replied bakelik
"sad yea di is obstins; sidebeet it r
" You usisimed Es veil sesielir marasisd Mom. I
more samill Iles Woe. "id ie lasi rent~el el es. 1
I tall yolk Gam is his rig sai
est silt"
wTay wisely," coolly put Ia Toshio.
Whirl, or not, I am not gabs to stand it. I salmi '
William fair • twenty-pound note this morning, and I shall I
bow why he would not give me some of my felines I
" I thought Pa was dead, and that it was William's messy
now," obesrvsd Isabella.
Lane darted an angry look at her, but did not reply.
Labelle pursued— 1
'Poor William! • Mot, plestant, comfortable time be
mast have of it. livery ewe has • pall at Lim, from Robert,
whom pulls are so trills, to Ansa, who coolly mks kw a
twenty pond note.
" Robert ! what has Mort beam dohs r' sharply asked
Ansa.
" Yoe may as well law it," mild labolla, with a
"Robert bee bees donna( I know not how many
thousands. I know it, because Ma In her desk open, sad I
law the lever, in which he said be did not know why this
was each • bother made shoat the money, and that—"
" I shell thank yea not to proceed —hers said the voila ef
Mn Warm. She had antered us esxd, and stood Wen
her daughters cold sad eagry. But little cared either the
Iteraghty Isabella sr the mulish Anna for maternal Maples.
wan And to do the thepseskoutte M ra. Osborne joatioe, her
illsgissaaro did not lost. Heaths been so foolish se to leave
her desk open, she really could cot wonder at the liberty
Isabella had takes. The only thing was to be more carotid
another time, lock her desk, end keep bee keys In bur pocket.
But though she felt no more anger thee rorpries, she thought
It
grape
to Brame a
tubed :: sha"dbegawmn, siiiing do , sad laying
as the table the little portable desk she bad brought is with
her. " I did not that one of my daughters could have
stooped to each an Mica."
" Surely Ala, you ought to know me by this," began
Isabella , " you know whim I led • Wag ammaiest—"
" Bat I west to know whet Robert ha. ham doing with
oar mosey t" taterrsplad Ansa ; " I ma miring to be bast
in the dark by thewhole of you."
Robert," said Mrs. Osborne. in a flan tems, " has
bees behaving as I sew thosght my sou maid behave.
He has bees bensylag UM o,el of the mast smsrmasist
11, Willia
" Tou and net, Ma "
." @mimetically interrupted Lobelia—
m loan hem.
A hula gush nee to Yea Osborne's brow ; to be under-
steed sad gemstrated wee what she maid lean bear, but she
biped destassa, east went cm—
" Of a brother who le seertfitjag hie tastes, hi. knallk kb
pizete fats: to as, saline. .i i
peltwo give tyro."
_asta
this moreing,- sterrupted Isabella, detatmuse Is
Mae a sown; .
" You have bees sang mosey of wallas r dm* mill
Um Osborne` tarring toter &tighter.
" Of coarse I ham," sulkily replied Any "ads hue
ead."
Mn. Onions bit her lip, and turned .odd, Mrs Is 4
wMhsat banns( it, told the truth, and amid ea sis
yid
.Pair Adam," ejaculated Isabelle. emmiseind‘g I
v I slam I Wham soh aoshlag hots him."
Mrs. Oshawa turned bar cold blue .y. se lies iseest.
ad rid, frigidly—
" Isabela, go up to year room, sad reed mar Milie
. nook you, ids ; but I kw I aborJd she psi kg pi
lid advise
" I km ao, too," coldly said Ka. Clebwee; ".soulli
hie the eda ice, even though yea shill silos& W tt.
Posh lf Man °novae end your todlnesidlpsi pea with
se mpg* In ratertakelas • elsmalmlba assignisss with
a ass miss, tt bs mount well, mai arm prseis Is win
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Fear this tines eamonsee the tumbles of Addle.
As is often the emu. the Ned net of mother and sis-
ters makes Mr. Oebatia think more of Addle than
he Otherwise would km time. He always took a
plumate in her sesielyjn her artless talk; now It, he.
gins to pity her inpouleelsi eimilltion, and as pity is
Ode to lona =dell arwryieg bee. For a time Addle
is happy till the mother inidettes retard, when she
it se rated to all those azarasiatin a torments which
may t • ingenuity of woman can devise. Worse
than all she as led-to believe that her husband mar-