The Sun.
London, England, 1848-04-13 00:00:00

TAIT.

A very important subject is considered in the in-
troductory contribution for April—" The Wants of
the Times." According as the political opinions of
men are biased by education or circumstances those
wants would, of course, be very differently stated.
A reasonable view, however, is taken of the neces-
sities of the age and the people, by Tait--a
view not unworthy of its established reputa-
tion. One John Wilmer reviews the condi-

ti on of the " German Colony in Texas," and Sir
Thomas Dick Lauder concludes his wanderings along
the pleasant banks of the Tyne. " Edinburgh
Lodging-house Association " is an essay upon
a scheme which has our cordial sympathies ;
and "An Evening at Victor Hugo's" is one
of those agreeable chapters of literary small-talk
which are more frequently met with of late in the
pages of the popular periodicals, Bearing in remem-
brance the share taken in the Revolution of Februaryz
by Mr. Percy B. St. John, his tale of " Miranda
has acquired am additional attraction, for " Miranda "
is a story of the first French Revolution. It is
continued in the present number, with an
increased vivacity of style. There is afterwards con-
tributed a certain strange narrative of a Portuguese
conspiracy in the reign of Philip the Second; it is
poetically entitled " A Star Shines through the
Mist." Goodwin Barmby's biographic sketch of
Louis Blanc —the historian of the " Reign of
'['en Years," the annotator of the French Re-
volution, the bard of Mirabeau, the panegy-
rist of Manuel, the editor of the Bons Sens, the
founder of the Revue du Progres, the contributor to
the National, the philosophic author of the " Orga-
nization of Industry," and now President of the
Commission for the Government of the Workmen of
Republican Prance—the sketch of this remarkable
man, we say, is clever. Here is his portraiture :
" My first sight, of Louis Blanc was at the palace of the
Luxembourg. 6 Voila la petite!' said a Frenchman
near me, as he entered. He is, indeed, a little man,
with a great distingue—a pigmy of price—a dwarf in
body, but a giant in mind. He stands hardly foui feet
in height. His air, too, is extremely youthful, wit 4 his
smooth, fair, hairless face, and his neat, slim, little figure.
Although he approaches the manhood of forty, hi might
easily be mistaken for a boy of eighteen. Although
ho has a stern strength about him, it might be sztli•
posed from his first appearance that ho was
of weak
king-
evffiseimouianiatGe.oveHroemeenotteroefd,
thbooweßveepr,oballoonoef F
deliver addresses to assemblies of
in"hris function of
tors, collected together by him,
them e ---a r weak
the
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n,P a
sr to o:
Government of the
Pre-
sident of the Commission
plan for the
tion of industry.
and even the masters were
melted to tears,
or earnest
men were
soft and showery,
nanad the working-
oWrgoarokimzmeni,listotonceins:letre,a. ndf.Hordoecspidoekeo,
moved.
in a blue coat with gilt.
g convincing, deciding, with
up, evidently
awakening,
action. There he stood,
voice and expressive
least of the
and energetic. With his little
tfihgeurreebbouatttooonded,
mounted
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modulatedgreat men who now
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though so small,
deewnoatisaies of the France of the Third
Louis the
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Paris in 1834, with letters of intro-
duction
de-
scriptionir lue veo l ouv.tei or
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was
Here it is :
the collaborator of Armand Carrel in
tillisBe6i‘lll3lVie;ear terhtiscooettnoluCinefsrglohn.cn.ieossdnefißisHtl ,u
t Conseil was like most Parisian
journalists, he was everywhere and nowhere. Louis
Blanc sought him for many days without success. At
that time the National was published in the Rue Crois-
sant. One day, as the young author went for the tenth
time to the offices of that journal, nearly despairing of
ever finding the uncomeatable Conseil, he raised his eyes
towards heaven, as if to call for it to witness the inutility
of his efforts and perceived an inscription, bearing, in
large letters, the words, Le Bons Sens. That journal
was as advanced in the advocacy of reform as the Na-
tional, and Louis Blanc, having two articles in his pocket,
decided on leaving one for the Bons Sens. It was, how-
ever, no small matter for one so modest to meet the
editor in chief. Just as he was about penetrating into
his sanctuary, a species of involuntary terror pervaded
his limbs. ' What shall I say? ' thought he—' my
young look will go against me again. They will suppose
my articles are not my own.' The perspiration o
beforestood still in the
he had not the strength to open it. 11
upon his forehead. The door was there
t-
ss
At length the
passage without advancing or receding.l face tihinm, and
said the porter. Louis
to face with a
dpooortrero.pen,eNdv,haonddo hyeoufowuanodt hrimse
' `Come with me
of the chief editor of the Botts Sens.
Th rovi-
Blanc was caught. ' Sir,' he rplied, `I seek the office
and I will lead you to it,' was the answeer.a
rear part
in
denne, in the shape of a porter, plv
despited g
of p
himself
MM. Rodde and Cauchois-
that he was conducted before
the Bons Sens. M.
the destiny of Louis Blanc. It was in
Lemaire, then principal editors of
He has
as serious such
Rodde received the young author with great affability,
but M. Cauchois-Lemaire looked more grave.
avowed since, that he hesitated to take
. precocious maturity. He could not P?r
the moment be-