The Sun.
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though true, that the majority of the House acceded persons of the drama, and the two noblest heroes
to the refusal of the discharge. are Sir Hugh Glenthorne, a Catholic gentleman, and
" The opposition of the majority in the Chamber Guy de Mortemar, the Protestant sheriff, both men
of Deputies—their refusal of the means for Govern- of the true heroic mould. Blanche and Amy, again,
mental measures, recognised as salutary by them- the heroines, are of different faiths, and are two
selves, as with regard to the costs of the Danish charming, but very distinct characters. The pas-
war, and the plan for developing the fleet —the sionate despair of the impetuous Blanche when
perpetual pressure for the dismissal of a ministry her betrothed is condemned to die is very vividly
in which the King places confidence, and to which portrayed. The character we admire the least is
the country pays thanks and honour, while the Gipsy-queen Ulrique, of the banded brow.
all the rest of the world gives it high re- This is a melodramatic creation, such as Madame
cognition, for the attitude it has hitherto Celeste so effectively portrays. The breathless in-
preserved, the manner in which opposition to the terest of some of the " situations" may be readily
Ministry is carried on, which meets with the bit- surmised when the severity of the law is remem-
terest censure in even the most liberal papers of bered. The tale is especially one of hope and fear,
England and France—culminating speeches, such and very happily are these two emotions epitomised
as those uttered against the Prussian judges, and in in the following passage. One of the characters,
especial against the Chief Court, without any call herself the victim of despair, tells another that she
to order—all these things must evoke dejection and still hopes, because she weeps ; " and tears," says
discontent in the country itself, must destroy the this unhappy one, " come from no other source
scarcely won concord with Austria, and withdraw than hope or fear, and hope is fear and fear
from us the fruits of the Danish war. is hope, and once these two passions, so dis-

" This is manifestly opposed to the interests of
the cowry, and must also overthrow the last re-
mainder of the belief among the people that the
constitution under whichwe live is a benefit and not
rather a curse.

similar and yet so alike, have passed be-
yond the circle of our lives, then' the
heart grows hard as marble." There are, how-
ever, other tears, those shed by the bereaved, which
partake neither of hope nor fear, and this gentler

" We consider ourselves, therefore, in duty bound
to declare that the Chamber of Deputies in its pre-

sorrow is beautifully described in Sir llugh's part-
ng exhortation to his betrothed. In these more

sent majority in no way represents our views, our
wishes, and therefore also our rights and those

peaceful and happier days, we may read with
profit a record of bygone " Wild Times."

of the great majority of the Prussian people,
and that we and the large number of those who
think with us would consider our rights entirely
unsecured if we did not know they were faithfully
guarded and held holy by the King's Majesty, by
the faithful councillors of his throne, and by the
if small yet highly estimable number of Deputies
who will still adhere to our Royal rule by God's
grace, and to the old Prussian motto—' With God
for King and country.'
" Berlin, May 30, 1865."

The Fortnightly Review. Edited by George Henry
Lewes. No 11. Chapman and Hall.

A second instalment of Mr. Lewes's new periodi-
cal only confirms the impression pronounced by us
immediately upon the appearance of the first num-
ber, that in The Fortnightly there has been inaugu-
rated, by one of the most gifted and accomplished
men of letters of our times, one of the very ablest
of our first-class publications. It is literature that
is here represented and not simply smart writing.
Judging of the general character of the work from
its two opening numbers; we may accept it as a
thoroughly well considered, and, for the most part,
an admirably well written organ of public opinion—
bi-monthly in its issue—pledged to the furtherance
of the influence of no clique or party—bold, out-
spoken, and above all, thoroughly independent. A
large-hearted tribute to the poetic genius of Henry
Taylor, as chiefly manifested, of course, in his
" Philip van Artevelde," leads off this second
number of The Fortnightly, and is from the
hand of Anthony Trollope, the most facile of our
popular novelists. From the Emperor Napoleon
HI. it may be said that Professor Beesly has taken
his cue in the vindication of " Cataline as a Party
Leader." The editor pursues, as we hope he will
continue to do for some time yet, his thoughtful
and instructive argument upon the " Principles of
Success in Literature." The continuation of An-
thony Trollope's serial story, " The Belton Estate,"
is a wonderful improvement upon its commence-
ment, which was dull with the dullness of Peter
Bell—" dull, beyond all expression dull !" Will
Belton's character by the way gives promise of be-
ing endeared to us by traits the most delightful.
Altogether he is a marvellous improvement upon the
run—particularly of late— of Mr. Trollope's heroes.
" Martin's Puzzle," by George Meredith, is another
and a very remarkable evidence, not only of the
intense originality of the writer, but of the vigorous
objectivity of his genius. It is not the author of
the lines who is speaking to us in the name of the
old cobbler, it is the old cobbler himself. And
although Martin has so far disdained the advice of
the threadbare proverb, by himself going sufficiently
beyond his last, we suspect, to dip (and pretty
deeply, too, or we are much mistaken) into the
muddy theological quagmires of Tom Paine, et hoc
genus omne, the old fellow has a glimmering of light
at last, through all the mephitic darkness of his
doubts—vide the prayerful close of his all but
blasphemous self-communings.

LITERATURE.

Napoleon M. and Ills Court. By a Retired Diplo-
matist. One Vol., pp. 348. John Maxwell

and Co.

Can you Forgive Her? By Anthony Trollope.
Part XVIII. Chapman and Hall.