The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1871-09-07

"you.n The old man gives 1t up for good.
Yet the mind Of Arslan, by all her devotion,
was only moved to pity. To, obtain for him
gold that he may 60 to city,. and make his
works live in color, Folle-Farine seeks out
Sartorlan, great noble, who buys of her at
! thirty-fold their value the sequins which had
adorned her childish head. Interested in heI
tale, the Prince promises his help. Fastening
| to the distant granary, Folle-Farlne lays her
| gold at her idols feet, to be met with ''dis.
''gust, anger loathing-eVen horror" And
now the grand.slre dies; dies splitting on the
crucihx, and casting it forth from him broken
on the ground. Arslan goes to Paris. Afoot
and aweary Folle-Farine follows. After passing
through prison and mad-house she reaches
the great city. No temptation has power on
her "because of her great love-" The end ap-
proaches. Arslan is, again, at deaths door.
His fellow-men still denied him fame and
power. Only gold and the influence OF
rank can save him. These may only come from
Sartorian, who, day by day, month after
month, asks. "Are you tired, Folle-Farine -
The struggle Is terrible. At last, she Is re-
solved. ''For thing so worthless and loveless
sand despised as she TO suffer deadliest shame
.te save lie 80 great as his, was, after all, a
state more noble than she could have hoped
Ere another year had been fully born. the
world spoke in homage, and IN wonder, OF TWO
things ..,
In its midst, and taken vengeance Tor the long
neglect of bitter years, and scourged the Worlo
with pltiless scorn until, before TINS mlgnty
struggle which IL had dared once to derlde and
to de6y. It crouched trembling; and wondered
and did homage; and said In fear Truly ibis
man is great, and truth is terrible"
The other-the bodily beauty OF woman a
beauty rarely seen in open day, but only IN the
innermost recesses OF sensualists Palace;
creature barefooted, with chains OF gold aoout
her ankles, and loose white robes which show.
ed each undulation Of the perfect limbs, and
on her breast the tires OF knot OF opal;
creature IN whose eyes there was one change
less look, as OF some desert beast taken from
the freedom Of the air and cast into the oark.
ness of some uputterable horror; creature
whose lips were forever mute, mute as tne
tortured lips OF Lena.
In the spring-time of the year Fol!e-Farine
lay dead among the reeds on the shores OF the
river.
We have deliberately refrained from criti-
cising the plot Of this work. 1t must speak
for ITSELF The reader must draw his own COM
parison between the fair-haired Northman,
who has no love but his art, and the dark
brewed daughter of the South, who has no
art but her love. As an expression CT the
thought, which unhappily fingers in many
hearts, that the bitterness of an unsought ex-
istence is Ill repaid by the barren JOY living;
as 9, protest against the cruel fate which waits
the fathers sin upon the heads OF bis luckless
children; as the utterance Of the conviction
that the triumph Of the powers Of wrong is an
evidence OF the decadence OF the power OF
right-this Folle-Farine may find many read
ers. 1t is strong and picturesque and exciting,
while It is free from the yelled lasciviousness
IN which the novelists of the day are wont to
Indulge. But these merits-positive and neg
stive-are lost to view in the presence Of the
fact that the whole plan and execution of this
work are, in the moral sense, which is the
highest sense, utterly, If splendidly, wrong.
For sale at Mr.. Russells, in King street.