store order, as in 1789 to change and renew the state.

would be as much required in 1800 to re-it on its restoration. He lived at this period with some Friends who remained of former days, and who still kept alive opinions which had appeared to vanish only to be revived under a more real and durable form. The empire had overthrown his plans, but the restoration annulled his existence: he was not only disappointed in all his hopes and expectations, but even deprived of his country. He passed fif teen years in exile, from 1815 to 1830, after which, Sieyes, the octogenarian, he who had co-operated in the greatest events of the last century, and witnessed the prodigies and the catastrophes of this, lived to see the revolution of 1789 terminated by that of 1830; and at length returned to his renovated country to enjoy that liberty of which he had been one of the principal founders.

To effect this, he had composed a constitution different from all those which had preceded it; calculated to maintain the activity of social existence, without precipitation, and to moderate the power of speaking and writing, which, by its abuse, had done infinite mischief. In this constitution, affairs were to be judged, which, according to former ones, had only been deliberated on. The legislative body was a silent tribunal of judicature, before which the Tribunal, or advocate of the nation, and the council of state, the advocate of the government, pleaded the law. The jury appointed to form the constitution, and the senate to protect it, attended to the maintenance of the law, and received in its number men of rank and ambition, who there found a vocation, and old servants of the state, who were there recompensed. A chief elector crowned this edifice, possessing the highest position without having supreme authority, naming, among the candidates of the people, the members of the great bodies of the state, but having the office of choosing to an illustrious contemporary, and with without that of governing. Sieyes hoped thus to reconcile liberty with order, movement with stability, national action with the strength of power.

The First Consul destroyed this learned balance, and made a jest of these provident, but vain combinations. His was the ambition, the genius of command; and his contemporaries were his accomplices. They wanted a powerful man, and they were afraid of curbing the will which seemed capable of reconciling parties, or the hand which might support the tottering fabric. They were for leaving free the sword which might defend the country. The First Consul accepted the dictatorship, the post assigned to him by the age in which he arose. He borrowed from Sieyes whatever ideas of his were likely to add to his own power. From 1800 to 1814, every constitution which was projected was modelled upon the plans of Sieyes, whose original genius thus furnished the fundamental ideas of the revolution, and the legislative forms of the empire.

As for himself, he refused again to take any part. Having declined the office of Second Consul, other honours presented themselves without his seeking them. The conservative senate chose him for their president, and the empire made him a count; but he resigned the presidency, and took no part in the acts or counsels of the empire. During that entire period, he had no political existence. He was a member of the Institute, where the labours of his whole life justly placed him in the class of moral and political science. On the suppression of this class, he passed into the French Academy, but returned to

The conclusion of his life was passed in repose and obscurity, and he quitted it at the age of eighty-eight, desiring to be judged by what he had done, and thinking it unnecessary to bespeak the respect of posterity by explanations of his conduct.

This singular and powerful being may now be appreciated with the respect due

the impartiality due to history. Sieyes was rather a political metaphysician than a statesman. His opinions naturally assumed the form of dogmas. His intellect was prodigiously strong and caustic; his style remarkable for clearness and vigour more than for brilliancy, for arrangement more than for art. In oratorical power he was deficient; and although he had great penetration, and knew the men among whom he lived, he had no desire to lead them: perhaps, indeed, he had not the talent for it. He knew how to obtain an ascendency, but strove not to keep it. He did not seek opportunities of coming forward; his mind was firm, and he showed great courage at times, but his pride made him watchful and timid. He did not unite himself with men, or take a part in events, except when he felt himself called upon, and even courted. When this was not the case, he retired into himself with a proud disdain, and let the world take its own way, either looking on or disregarding it, as might happen to please him.

At every step of his course, if his proposals were not listened to, he was ready to give in his resignation. He belonged to a generation which had dealt more in abstractions than realities, and actually believed that what could be imagined could be performed. He exaggerated, like most of his contemporaries, the power of the human mind; dwelt more upon the rights than the interests of mankind, more on ideas than habits: he had, so to speak, a geometrical tendency in his deductions, and did not remember that, when he was assigning men their places in his political edifice, they are the living materials in a

moving mass. Nevertheless, Sieyes left the deep impression of his intellect upon the events of his time. He was either the friend or the master of all the most conspicuous men of our age. Many of his thoughts have been formed into institutions. He foresaw, with certainty, a revolution brought about by discussion, and

terminated by the sword; he gave his hand in 1789 to Mirabeau, as a pledge of entering upon it-in 1799, to Napoleon, in token of his willing co-operation in drawing it to a close-the greatest thinker of this revolution thus forming the link between its most brilliant orator, and its most powerful captain.

VOL.

NATURE'S MUSIC.

Оn! whisper not, that music dwells alone
In gorgeous palace, or in sculptured hall;
Say not that harmony's mellifluous tone

Hath birth but in those syrens that enthral
The charmed, rapt spirit with their notes, which fall
Like melody divine upon the ear—

For there's a music in the wild bird's call

Unrivalled, as with joyous warblings dear,

He pours his untaught lay, when day's bright beams appear.

Go, 'neath the cloistered roof, and hear the sound
Óf the full organ's rich and pealing tone,
Then, on the sea-girt shore, mark ocean's bound,
And list its music-'tis Creation's own!
No vaulted aisle could echo back that moan,
That cadence wild; the last dirge of the brave,
That sleep beneath it, ocean-wept and lone,

And magic tones are in that flowing wave,
Which sings itself to rest in gem-bespangled cave.

Yes, harmony is Nature's child, and dwells

In all her fashionings! the viewless breeze,
With lute-like, silvery sound, can boast its spells,
As on its soft and floating wings it flees,
Unfettered, on, till some green, shady trees
Invite its music; and, with leaf-wrought chain,
Awhile confine it, seeking to appease

Its wild, melodious anger, but in vain;

It thrills a cadence through them, and is free again!

And joyous sound are in the fountain's play,
Borne on each gilded drop, as sparkling high,

It greets the sunbeams; and mournful lay,
Šad as Eolian harp, touched by a sigh,

Is breathed from river-wave, whose soft notes die
Upon the lily's fair and snow-white breast;

Fit emblem of the spotless purity

Of infant spirits, when in mnrm'ring rest,

Borne on their last low breath, to dwellings of the blest.

All, all is harmony. The deep blue seas,

The purling rivulets, soft murmuring,

The lamb's low bleat, the busy hum of beees,

The bird which soars on heaven-directed wing.

All taught by nature, nature's music sing

And who such simple melody could hear

With heart untouched by Heaven's inspiring?
For by the soul-subduing sounds we hear,

We know that He who gave them, Nature's God, is near.

A. B.

THE "FLIT" FROM THE CAMP.

nutes. There were only girls in the house, all with eyes like the jewels on the toads head, but nothing more. They could not

A FRAGMENT FROM THE JOURNAL OF AN OFFICER conceive any cavalier quarrelling with

IN THE SPANISH SERVICE.

the wind. There were no panes in the window, and there were no old hats or tufts of straw to stuff into them. As for shutting the shutters, that would cause utter darkness, and oblige the " velon" to be lit, and oil was expensive, and their mother was not come back from the serIt is an old and praiseworthy practice in mon after vespers, and therefore such a the Spanish army to give orders for troops thing was not to be thought of. By the to be ready at such an hour, and march time I had nestled myself in a corner of two or three, or pehaps five hours after a capacious "hob" of the chimney, seeing the appointed time. There was a convoy the flaps of my coat sporting in the breeze going down to Tafalla, and thence the co-"like mad" an urbano came in with his lumn was to escort men and officers leav- uniform jacket, blue basque cap and alparing the the theatre of war, and bring back a large supply of clothing and other necessaries to Pamplona. We were directed to assemble on the Taconera at five o'clock, and met as foggy and inhospitable a morning as neighbouring mountains and a wintry month could produce. Here am-rity, and seemed to act as a Gorgon's ple time was allowed men and horses to wait for daylight, have their toes frozen, and enjoy other little sensations attendant on early rising and tardy depature.

I MUST now take leave of the war and the gentle reader, hoping he will be so good as to see me as far as Tudela, or perhaps Saragossa; there we shall shake hands and part.

gatus, threw an armful of dried vine twigs on the fire, and prepared to Echar un cigarito, and make himself comfortable. He had already commenced some practical jokes on the "doncella," when a burst of flame brought out my face from its obscu

himself behind the ashes, and vented her spleen with a thump of the bellows over his head, and maimed the cat, as it war clearing, in a frightened jump, the line of pucheros. "Que bichos !" she exclaimed. What beasts-always in the way, and eating what is meant for Christians!

head upon both. A huge black iron pot of potatoes hanging over the fire began to hiss, and boil, and sputter over at this moment, and gave an agreeable turn to the We marched about eight o'clock, and conversation. The urbano, notwithstandthus had the satisfaction of at least seeing ing, looked like a man caught in the fact, what we were about, and where we were and soon disappeared. This did not help going. The road to Tafalla is good, and to smooth the brow of the doncella; luckiruns through a wildish flat country; a Roly she descried the house dog enjoying man aqueduct, stretching far across the plain, grand, and imposing, and eternal, like all the Romans did, two or three villages seen through its arches, still lying in the haze of the morning, glistened in the rising sun, and made one think on this other wise unimaginative road. The woods, clothing the skirts of the mountains, looked brown and withered, for winter winds had seared and scattered their leaves.There was, too, an old ruined tower on the left hand side, a quaint-shaped belfry on the top; it looked like the hermit of that solitude with its grey and grief-worn aspect of old days. I thought of wood-cock shooting, there was such a tempting cover there; some shots too, rang in the woods, but they were not at wood-cocks.

I had little hopes of supper, when a flanqueador brought in a rabbit and partridge. He could not have come by either by fair means. But one gets tired of asking questions in campaign, and takes things as they come, and is very thankful for them. So was I, and slept sound, leaving the morrow to take care of itself.

Early in the morning an order was given to rendezvous at the fortified convent outTafalla is a conventual, and yet Moorish-side the town, whence we were to march looking town, with its ancient walls, and for Caparoso. Here I found thirteen fieldturrets, and barbicans of Moslem raising. officers and subalterns; some, like myself, A great number of convents, but few friars in them-most were busy fighting for Don Carlos, and had not time to say their prayers. The rest were turned out as a scared flock. It was a miserably cold day also, and no thing or place looks well through a shivering medium.

On entering my patrona's house I found it a comfortless, haunted sort of a tenement-a great deal too large for the people occupying it, nobody minding a hurricane of sharp wind rioting uncontrolled from door to window, shutting one and opening the other just as it pleased with a tremenduous slap every two or three mi

and

no

going elsewhere, others wounded, most in-
valids-and a suite of eighty to ninety
discharged sergeants and soldiers, sick,
ball or sabre-struck, in carts, on asses,
on foot. Mina had pledged himself that
the whole column was to escort us far as
Tudela, whence to Saragossa there
danger. Judge of our surprise to find
fifteen hundred men transformed into
twenty-two horse carabineers, surcharged
with the voluminous packets of letters of
two or three posts! It was a clear tempt-
ing of Providence, for "Manolin" was cur-
vetting around the intermediate country
with half a squadron of lancers, and some

companies of guides of Zumalacarraguy. | niard, soon got uppermost, and before the Shooting was the best thing we had to ex- hour was past, my whole command looked peet at his hands, for defence was out of more like a spread of starlings than anythe question with such means and under such circumstances. General Lorenzo was remonstrated with to no purpose.Either eternize oneself in Tafalla, or run the guntlet- I determined to do the latter. Ill as I was, and not having expected such sudden marching orders, I had sold my steady moro and my macho, horses, saddles, and bridles. After a great deal of trouble I was able to procure a mule for my baggage, and when I thought he was already loaded, his owner came to ask me if I was in my right senses, or did I know that the beast was "picado."Now picado in Spanish means, in this case, "amorous," that his mule was of a warm temperament. "Load the brute immediately-load him!" "Did not I tell you he is picado? Load him! vaya! who is the bold man to undertake it? he kicks and jumps like a mountain goat." Meaning, in fact, that this confounded animal was in such an improper state as to bear nothing on his back, like a landsman's stomach in a squall. Still I ordered him to be brought and secured and loaded, while a white horse which had at length been discovered hid away in a wine-vault, was caparisoned as I had been informed in the most becoming and suitable way, and had only one defect, that of being demasiado vivo, or too frisky. It was certainly unfortunate to have met with a he mule, picado, and a frisky horse all in one day; but then a run might be necessary, and I consoled myself for his over-vivacity, a good quality on such an emergency, When I got to the rendezvous and eyed my fellow travellers, I confess I felt very odd. They seemed predestined to something singularly unfortunate. However, I harangued my ragtag and bobtail, enga ged them to shoulder their wattles with a fierce air, and to march in two files, as if still under military control. I got my "oficiales" to form a cavalry advance and rear guard, the carts in the middle, the carabineers behind and on either flank, mounting the little hills as look-outs. This done, I sought out my charger, commander in chief on a white jaded hack, with a hempen haltar to his head, a basto or com mon pack-saddle on his back, which I covered with my camp-bed sack, to guarantee my nether man as much as possible from such hostile contact-no stirrups whatever; a carabineer lent me a huge long necked spur with a large brass rowel to it, exactly in the shape and about the size of the sun's face in the bronze plates of the Fire and Life Insurance Company. Thus accoutred, I led the march, and things went on tol lol for about half an hour. For, although without arms, the regular order of the party gave it the ap pearance of troops at a distance. But the genius of disorder, born with every Spa

thing else. Thirty men would have cut
us to pieces with ease and oonvenience to
themselves; seeing this result, I gave up
all thoughts of manaœuvring before an
enemy, and fell to ascertaining the infiu-
ence and range of my big spur upon my
hack's ribs, in case of a "race"-the only
alternative left for a brave man. Imagine
my horror when I discovered the utter im-
possibility of producing the slightest im-
pression on his hide, even by the best di-
rected, and calculated, and vigorous prod
or kick! No! the "basto" stood out in
its friendly thickness of wood, pack-thread,
and esparto, full six inches from his sides.
There was no getting at him. The slip of
vine in my hand was a cruel mockery of
a stick. He usually kept both his eyes
half shut, and did not even take the trouble
of opening them, or giving a sorry whisk
of his tail on the most repeated hints from
the vine sapling. I thought all this very
odd in a horse" demasiado vivo." I gave
up kicking and beating, because the first
had already produced a blister on the in-
side of the calf of my leg, which on each
effort came in contact with the edge of the
pack-saddle; and the second was clearly
to no purpose. Now, said I to myself,
this is all bad enough; considering the
horse is so frisky let us see what the ma
cho is about, for he too is "picado," and
very probably playing the devil by this
time. I waited and waiied until the last
unshod ass and limping invalid of the con-
voy had passed, and yet I could discover
no symptoms of an outrageous mule on
the road. When already far enough behind
to entertain serious fears for my escape, I
discovered a large macho, evidently many
years past his work, with two hind legs
swelled to a dropsical size, ears lying su
pinely on his neck, my ill-starred luggage
on his back, and a man and boy shouting
at and belabouring him with their sticks
with dubious result.-"Is this your piqued
mule, you scoundrel ?"-"El mismo! he
himself," said he: "Pero le ha pasado,
the fit has left him." But why dwell on
this memorable journey?
As we ap-
proached the most dangerous part of the
road, the bridge about a league from Ca-
paroso, a glittering of steel and a group of
men were observed at the same instant-
a painter curious in such matters might
here have had ample and sincere models
of every possible shade of fear and ex-
pectation depicted on a hundred human
countenances. Thanks to the halt, the
macho picado lumbered up. The majo-
rity formed a confused circle, like a flock
of sheep on the approach of a strange
dog, while every eye-ball was strained
after three carabineers, sent off at a gal-
lop, to reconnoitre the enemy. They were
soon within hail-now they are upon
them! The glittering is more rapid.

"Now we shall see fire," said most; and I was amongst the number, expecting a small blue puff of smoke, as from a cigar, to proceed from that group. In this awful crisis, I mechanically gave another, as I thought, useless prod to my hack, to bring him up a little for a "rout" and after an anxious and scrutinizing glance at his countenance, was cheered with the open-hood of your statement shall be put entire