The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-03-24

Wc bdiucu dt tiouCCuuA " phCotuo at oi-
GIGS instituted by La Clos. The future re-
gicide was worthy OF his race; exhausting
his powers by debauchery before giving
himself up 10 ambition. Lauzun, always
stated and withered. supped in his little
house at the barrier du Maine with some
opera dancers, whose favors were divided
between NM. de Noailles, de Dillon, de
Choiseul. de Narbonne. de Talleyrand. and
some other exquisites Of the day, two or
three mummies Of whom are still in exis-
tence.-Memoirs of Chatsaubriand.
From the "Csxtons' In Blsckwood's Magazine
MY Fashsr's Cresches .. the nygsesEc
Chensissry Or Books.
"If," said my father--and here his hand
was deep in his waistcoat-"if we accept
the authority OF Diodorus, as to the in
sciiption on the great Egyptian library
and don't see why Diodorus should not
be as near the mark as any one else!' adj.
ded my father intenogatively, turning round.
My mother thought herself the person
addressed, and nodded her gracious assent
to the authority Of Diodorus. His opinion
thus fortified, my father continued, Ill,
say, we accept the authority of Diodorus,
the inscription on the Egyptian library was:
The Medicine of the Mind Now, that
phrase has become VIGOROUSLY nite and
hackneyed, and people repeat vaguely that
books ore the medicine OF the mind. Yes;
but 10 apply the medicine is the thing
so you have told us at least twice be-
fore. brother quoth the Captain blufly
And what Diodorus has to do with it,
know no more than the man in the moon.
Il shall never get on at this rate sale
my father, in tone between reproach and
entreaty.
BE good children, Roland and Blanche,
both,' said my mother, stopping from hel
work, and holding up her needle threat
ningly-and, indeed, inficting a slight
puncture upon the Captains shoulder.
Rem aeu tetigisti, my dear, said my
father, borrowing Cicero's pun on the oc
casien.* And now We shall go upon vel
vet. lsay, then, that books, taken indis
criminately are no cure to the diseases AM
Affections OF the mind. There is a work
Of science necessary in the taking them.
have known some people in great sorrow
| ay TO novel, or the last light book il
fashion. One might as well take rose
draught for the plaguel Light reading doe
not do when the heart is really heavy.
am told that Goethe, when he lost his son
took 10 study science that was new I,
him. All Goethe was a physician VIII
knew what he was about. In a great grie
like that, you cannot tickle and divert III
mind; you must wrench il away, abstract
absorb--bury il in an abyss, hurry il into
labyrinth. Therefore, for the irremediabl
sorrows Of middle life and old age, Ie
commend strict chronic course OF scienc
and hard Observation-Disclosures
Bring the brain to act upon the heart
science is too much against the grain (fo
We have not all got mathematical heads,
something in the reach OF the humblest UT
derstandng, but sufficiently searching t
, the highest-a new language-Greek, Ar;
bic. Scandinavian, Chinese, or Welch!-
For the loss Of fortune, the dose should
applied less directly to the understanding
| would administer something elegant an
cordial. For as the heart is crushed an
lacerated by loss in the affections, so il
rather the head that aches and suffers b
the loss Of money. Here We find the higt
er class OF poets very valuable remedy
For observe that poets Of the grandeur an
more comprehensive kind Of genius hav
in them two separate men, quite distinc
from each other-the imaginative man, an
The practical, circumstantial man; and il i
the happy mixture Of these that suits discs
ses Of the mind, half imaginative, and hal
practical. There is Homer, now lost wit
the gods, now at home with the homeless
the very poet OF circumstance, as Ora
has finely called him; and yet with imaeina
ton enough to seduce and coax the dulles
into forgetting, for a while, that little spo
on his desk which his bankers book cal
cover. There is Virgil, far below him
indeed
Il --"Virgil the wise,
| Whose verse walks highest, but not flies
as Cowley expresses it. But Virgil still
has genius enough to be two men--to lea
you into the fields. not only TO listen to tn
pastoral reed, and to hear the bees hum
but to note how you can make the most O
the glebe and the vineyard. There is Hor
ace, charming man of the world who will
condole with you leelingly on the loss @
your fortune, and by no means undervalu
the good things Of this life; but who will
yet show you that man may be happ,
with uile modicum or parpa rura.-
There is Shakespeare, who, above all poets
is the mysterious dual Of hard sense an,
empyreal fancy--and great many NOR
whom | need not name; but who, il yo,
take them gently and quietly, will not, iik,
your mere philosopher, your unreasonable,
stole, tell you that you have lost nothing
but who will insensibly steal you out o
this world, with its losses and crosses, ant
slip you into another world before yo,
know where you AREA world where vol
are Just as welcome, though you carry ne
more earth Of your lost acres with you
than covers the sole Of your shoe. Then
for hypochoodria and safety, what is bet.
ter than brisk Alternative course of travels
especially early, out OF the way, marvellous
legendary travels! How they freshen uu
the spirits! How they take you out of the
humdrum yawning state you are in. See,
with Herodoms, young Greece spring up
/ into Eca. nr y,rya NTH liz. L..