The Sun.
London, England, 1848-12-12 00:00:00

THE BROTHER AND SISTER.

" Our principal recreation consisted in walking, side
by side, on the great Mall, in spring on a carpet of prim-
roses; in autumn on beds of withered foliage; and in
winter on a covering of snow, ornamented by the tracks
of birds, squirrels, and ermines. Young like the prim-
roses, sad like the dry leaves, and pure as the new-fallen
s.now, there was a harmony between our recreations and
ourselves."

Several of his sentences utter-beautiful truths in
words exquisitely epigrammatic ; as thus—" Flours
are to men the seeds of eternity," (p. 185.) "In life
there are only two true things—religion with under-
standing,and love with youth!" (p 162.) "Events efface
event-.; inscriptions graven over other inscriptions form
the pages of the History of Palempsests,"(p. 65.) At other
moments the sombre and contemFlative mind of the
author of " Attila" and " Les Martyrs" yields itself
up to the most hilarious gaiety of manner, verifying
that felicitous remark of the French editor, that " on
the brink of the grave this austere thinker, who, to a
certainty, has never smiled, is suddenly seized with
laughter, the loud laughter of Callot, Montaigne, Le
Sage, and sometimes also of Voltaire." Witness this,
his humorous descriptions of Delisle de Sales, and
of his cousin Moreau. In the same strain he
writes of the palaces of Frederick the Great,—" These
places serve at once to immortalize the dirtiness of
the cynic, the impudence of the atheist, the tyranny
of the despot, and the glory of the soldier "—or,
speaking of the dogs of St. Malo, he says so naively,
" They were -at last condemned to capital punish-
ment for having had the misfortune of inconside-
rately eating the legs of a gentleman." The intro-
ductory chapters of the autobiography, however,
possess higher merits than these comical tricks of
language. The portraits of his family, of Lucile, of
Julia, of Gesril, of the Abbe Carron, of the Abbe de
Chateaubriand, of his grandmother, of his parents, of
his instructors, are all life-like and admirable. Ad-
mirable, too, and exquisitely beautiful, is his account
of the Ideal he loved and worshipped, the Phrynia of
his day-dreams, the weird, divine, goddess-like Ap-
parition I

THE MAN MADE OF MONEY. Part 111.
By Douglas Jerrold.
We shall be curious to follow up the adventures of
" The Man made of Money" in Part IV., for, at the
conclusion of this part, the author has left Jericho,
the man made of money, in a " fix," his secret is dis-
covered, and discovered in the most extraordinary
manner imaginable. He has been to complete the
purchase of Jogtrot Hall, for the assignees of poor
old ruined Gilbert Carraways, and.in the course of his
journey home Jericho meets Colonel Bones, and in-
sults him. A challenge ensues, and Bones, attended
by Thrush, meets Jericho, who is attended by Candi•
tuft and Dr. Dodo, and who comes to the ground in
Battersea-fields in the doctor's carriage.
" All ready. Colonel Bones, with a grunt and a
grin, fires at the signal. His ball goes clear through
Jericho's bosom, knocking off a button in its passage,
and striking itself flat against a pile of bricks.
"' A dea man!' cried the doctor, running to Jericho.
" My frieni exclaimed Candituft. Have you made
your will?'
" Eh! What's the matter?' said Jericho.
"' Matter!' exclaimed Doctor Dodo, and he pointed
his cane to the hole in the front of Jericho's coat, im-
mediately over the region of his heart; and then, walk-
ing round him, stared at the hole between the fourth and
firth rib. Matter! It's the first time I ever heard a
man with a bullet clean through his heart, ask—what's
the matter ?'
" I'm blessed if here ain't the ball, as flat as a penny,
with the waddin about it,' cried Bob Topps, picking up
the lead.
" What ! Eh? Why, gentlemen, said the Doctor,
taking the ball, and peeling from it the fragments of
paper—' are you so rich that you wad with bank-notes?'
" The Colonel's ball had passed through Jericho's
bank-note-paper heart ; and Jericho lived and moved,
and was none the worse for it. Jericho fired in the air;
whereupon the Colonel and Thrush, with a strange leer
at him avowed themselves more than satisfied. Jericho
declared the whole matter to be a good joke, and was
about to enter the Doctor's carriage. I beg your
pardon, sir,' said the Doctor, but no man, or devil, or
whatever he may be, rides in my carriage, who can live
with a hole through his heart.' And the Doctor jumped
inside, shouted home,' and was whirled from the ground.
" Neither Thrush nor Bones cared to ride back ;
indeed, they proposed to walk. Whereupon, Jericho
beckoned to Topps—' Not if you'd turn these fields into
gold and give 'cm me,' cried Bob; and he jumped on his
Lox, and drove away.
" Dev'lish impudent fellow,' said Jericho to Can-
dituft: but Candituft made no answer. He cared not
to talk even to the Man of Money, the money having a
hole in its heart."
Thus ends Part 111. ; and certainly the author could
not have ended Part 111. in a manner better calculated
to excite an intense anxiety to see Part Br.