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above all in defending his indepen- ment which has prevailed with him dence and perfect freedom from throughout his life. Singularly clearpolitical bondage; and he had no sighted, and full of a homely sense respect for the leaders of the popular and self-command, nothing could opinions. “Many of those gentle- induce Beranger to believe in the men thanked me for the help which universality of his own powers. I had endeavoured to give,” he says. These powers, however, he had “I answered, “Do not thank me for studied carefully, and became more songs made against our enemies and more thoroughly acquainted with thank me for those which I have not during the course of his long life. made against you.” But he was uni- He knew what he could do-a piece versally sought after in spite of the of knowledge which sundry other indomitable independence — always poets have attained to; but he knew good-humoured, yet quite immovable, at the same time what he could not with which he resisted the advances do-a most rare and hardly-procured of the great. “I have a dictionary information. Knowing it, he cannot different from that which is used in be persuaded to make experiments your salons," he says to M. de la with his own fame; and his firmness Rochefoucauld; and even speaks in resisting all solicitations of the merrily of the château of his friend kind is very well illustrated by an Lafitte, as a place which was insup- anecdote of Lapointe upon this part portable save in the society of of the poet's life :Manuel, Thiers, and Mignet, and “ In the first days of the Revolucannot forget that he was never able tion of 1830, when all the world lost to make a single couplet in it. "I its wits,” says this commentator, was not born for the châteaur," he “when the people raised barricades adds. With all his great friends, his and fought, the poet held out against immense popularity, and the eager the storm, reassured some, fed others; desire of partisans, too enthusiastic the chansonnier had become a solto be wise, to bring him likewise into dier.” But when the tempest was office and power as

as the over-when“ the friends of the poet Liberal party were at the head of held the new power, the chansonnier affairs, Beranger's own perfect good retired-all the honours which they sense and self-appreciation never proposed to him he refused. This faltered. His young friends would constant persistance in being nothing have had him receive the porte-feuille was the result of a profound calculaof the Minister of Public Instruction tion ; without nobility, without forat the Revolution of July. He tune, having no other prestige than turned it aside laughingly, with a that of his songs, he felt that it favourite joke of his—“Be it so; I would be difficult for him to mainwill make them adopt my chansons tain an elevated post. Je ne serai as a schoolbook in the pensionnats quelque chose, said he, qu'à la de demoiselles ;” and though he condition que je ne serai rien.' heartily approves of Louis Philippe's And to this determination he reelection, republican though he is, mained faithful all his life, declining being above alla patriot,nothing could even to seek admittance into the ever induce him to present himself Academy, which might have been to the new king. It is in the same supposed more tempting than politispirit that, considerably later, long cal power, to a poet so jealous for after he had concluded his autobio- the 'due honour of his genre as graphy, he resisted with the most Beranger. anxious pertinacity all the attempts With the establishment of the which were made to draw him into Citizen King upon the throne, the public affairs in 1848. We can only autobiography of the popular poet refer to the extremely touching and comes to a conclusion, but we are beautiful letter to the electors who not without details as to his after-life. were so anxious to send him to the He thought his work over and his National Assembly, which is print- songs done at this political epoch, ed in the appendix to this memoir. and he went to seek tranquillity for It is but the reiteration of a senti- his old age in the country, where he

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could at least be free from the soli- does he?'-he does that which he citations which were so disagree- always did-good works.” And he able to him. He tried Passy, Fon- certainly proves what he says. tainebleau, and Tours in succession ; In those days the life of the old but though he loved the country, he poet was of this fashion : was entirely a man of the town, and went out usually about two o'clock, did not remain long out of Paris, to visit those of his old friends whom where all his friends and all his death had left to him, now become associations were. A lively account few, or to solicit in some of the of his life and habits, in this last public offices, perhaps, employment stage, is to be found in the work of for a young man without occupation; Lapointe, who never tires of repeat- perhaps help for a family without ing tales of the kindness, the in-bread; sometimes he went to the exhaustible benevolence, and the Bois de Boulogne, which he loved abounding sympathies of the poet, much before they spoiled it. At six whom he calls Mon maître. But that he returned to dine, and did not go it is almost impossible to choose out again. He had always one, two, among so many, we should have or sometimes three persons to dine been glad to quote some of these with him. He loved not to dine stories. They show kindly old age alone. 'La compagnie oblige,' he in one of its most beautiful aspects. said. On one day of the week he Beranger cannot

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about the streets gave a great dinner. I have seen as without meeting a hundred little ad- many as sixteen persons in his little ventures. It does not appear that salle-à-manger. And what gaiety, he can see any creature poor or in what amiability was in his bearing! suffering, without pausing to ascer- Sometimes they sang, and he sang, tain how he can help them ; and himself. They talked of everything. in these Parisian streets, which the This pleasant sketch is supplementpopular poet has studied all his life, ed by various individual traits, and and to the lively and diversified ani- by witty or rather shrewd and mation of which he owed much of humorous sayings. He had always his power over the sympathies of his a great appetite, and esteemed men countrymen, he is continually repay- who had an equal gift in this reing to some desolate widow or blind spect, and who were good laughers. workman, or other unfortunate, the "Les bonnes pensées viennent d'un

gain which he has derived from this bon estomac," he said pleasantly. busy book of life. The modest little He had no patience with the meincome, and the much greater in- lancholy and blasé youth. fluence which his works have gained toujours l'air de s'être tués la veille," for him, he spends in an overflowing he remarks upon these young men, and inexhaustible charity. It is im- and he thinks it a bad symptom. possible to say that what he has is With all his benevolence, he was fightly won, after his own statement seldom in the crestfallen condition that he seldom produced more than of the good Mayor of Gatesboro’; it fifteen or sixteen songs in a year. was not very easy to deceive him, But it is splendidly spent; and his and he treats with sarcastic politepoor compatriots come to him from ness what he calls “mendicité en all quarters, confident in the open carosse," the advantage which some heart which is never shut against people of wealth would have taken of them, seeking every kind of bene- his well-known charity. Indeed, in volence, from substantial benefits of the midst of his gaiety, his liberality, money, or recommendation still more his freedom of speech and action, the potent, to the perfectly French and most striking feature in the character superlative petition of the old con- of Beranger is this admirable good cierge who prays to be permitted to sense, which never forsakes him. embrace him “At that time they From the time when Maman Bouvet, used to question me,” says Lapointe, in the little inn at Peronne, takes " Does Beranger do nothing what counsel with the young sage of twelve is it that Beranger does ? What years old, until the period when he

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sits, at seventy, cheerful, independent, is more engaged with the personal and untrammelled, giving shrewd thread of his own experiences—those opinions upon all the passing events, experiences which came to fruit in this sagacity never forsakes him. It later times. But though the politiis not abstract wisdom, it is not wit; cal reader may be disappointed to it is a shrewd, homely, practical in- find so little record of the parties sight into human affairs and motives, and discussions of State in this volrarely mistaken, but never ill-natured, ume, no one who wished to make and often full of a happy and kindly acquaintance with the man—no one humour. He is a patriot and a re- interested in the real history of the publican, but he is no theorist : he people—will find reason to share this wants to see his country safe and feeling. Beranger himself stands happy, without insisting that she clear on a sunshiny background of shall be happy in his way. Great lively observation and tender goodplans do not deceive him, and he ness. A man of steady good sense remains undeluded even by the en- and humbleness, marvellous in a thusiasm of a revolution. What Frenchman-full, notwithstanding, of divides you,” he says to Armand French sensibility and enthusiasm, Marrast in 1848, “is less the diversity which gives to his shrewd and kindly of your opinions, than the similarity bonhommie the individual traits of of your pretensions." For himself his country; and not less clear are he pretends nothing, save the sole his surroundings, his humble relatives, and simple dignity, of which alone his volatile father, his ambitious comhe is jealous—the rank of poet. The panions, and the crowd which adored position which he chooses for him- him. For the under-current of hisself, and reserves, in spite of all tory, always so interesting and full temptations, with this unerring sa- of instruction--for a delightful picgacity, throws a singular light of ture of the poet, and many pleasant contrast well worth observation upon side-lights thrown upon the principal the more usual pretensions of men of incidents of the period, this little volliterature in France. He is almost ume will be found as valuable as it is the only one among them who sees interesting. The charm of its naïve through the false philosophy of this and natural story cannot be given in strange result of literary fame; and any resumé, however full ; but we even then he makes no brag of the do not doubt that the English transprinciple, and condemns none of his lation, which has appeared almost confrères, who believe that they must simultaneously with the French oribe able to govern because they are ginal, will convey to a great many able to write. He judges for himself English readers, who at present know clearly, simply, and with the most little of him, some sympathy with just perception of natural fitness and the popular love and regard which propriety ; but, in spite of the moral surrounds the name of Beranger with which the old man, as he grows among his own countrymen. old, loves to point the tale which he We have left ourselves no space to tells to youth, his natural wisdom consider the Dernières Chansons, a always preserves him from any at- volume which has not very long tempt to impose his own conclu- preceded this memoir. But Beranger's sion as a yoke upon the neck of graces and peculiarities are already others.

so well known that it seems scarcely This autobiography of Beranger is necessary. The poetry of old age not, however, a political work; it is never was expressed more exquisitehis own life, naturally and simply ly than in some of these last songs; told ; and it is only when the events and we cannot refrain from quoting of his life become fewer, and his an example or two of the old man's position is established, that he turns gravity and gaiety, each in its way so aside to tell stories of such historical admirable and so true to nature. For names

as Bernadotte, Talleyrand, the latter, see the humour, whimsical, and Fouché. During the times of yet not without a semi-tone of pathos, the Revolution and the Empire, he in which he celebrates, having attain

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ed to it, the birthday of the Septua- chanson was still safe in his hands. genaire :

Let us find room yet for one of the “Me voilà septuagénaire,

last arrows of his wit against the Beau titre, mais lourd à porter ; English, which, however, may possibly Amis, ce titre qu'on véuère,

strike a good deal nearer to the Nul de vous n'ose le chanter :

mark in the consciousness of a cerTout en respectant la vieillesse, J'ai bien étudié les vieux,

tain class of authors among us, than Ah ! que les vieux

do most of those witty projectiles disSont ennuyeux !

charged by our neighbours, at which Malgré moi, j'en grossis l'espèce ; our insular arrogance only laughs.

Ah! que les vieux
Sont ennuyeux !

It is the history of an idea, which has Ne rien faire est ce qu'ils font mieux.

suddenly alarmed the bourgeois by

knocking at their doors, and which Quie de plaisirs un vieux condamne ! gets disowned on all hands until Au progrès il met son veto; Ne renversez jus ma tisane,

«« Pauvre idée ! Enfin un Anglais Ne dérangez jas mon loto ;

L'achète ; et le sir Britannique Tous ils ont peur qu'un nouveau monde

A Londres lui donne un palais,
N'enterre leur monde trop vieux.

En criant: C'est ma fille unique !
Ah! que les vieux

Choeur de Bouryeois,
Sont ennuyeux !

Une idée a frappé chez nous,
Le ciel sourit : le vieillard gronde;-

Fermons notre porte aux verrous.”
Ah ! que les vieux
Sont ennuyeux !

It would be easy to cite many pasNe rien faire est ce qu'ils font mieux." sages from these songs illustrative of Last of all comes the Adieu to

the life which is now fully before us, France” of her most loving and faith- what we have already said, that we

but we can only pause to repeat ful son, whose warmest thoughts at have nowhere seen the poetry of old all times have been for the welfare of his country. It is thus he says his age, peculiar as it is, expressed with farewell :

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power.

Beranger died amidst such popular “France, je meurs, je meurs : tout me

expressions of regard and anxiety, as l'annonce. Mère adorée, adieu. Que ton saint nom

we sometimes, but very rarely, bestow Soit le dernier que ma bouche prononce:

upon the end of a very popular statesAucun Français t'aima-t-il plus? Oh! man, but which no poet yet has

attained in this country. Is the Je t'ai chantée avant de savoir lire;

fault with the people or the poet ? Et quand la mort me tient sous son épieu, En te chantant mon dernier souffle expire.

This singer lived among

his A tant d'amour donne une larme. Adieu ! fellow-citizens, thought like them,

sang for them, met them in a hunDemi-couché, je me vois dans la tombe,

dred little rencontres of social life, Ah! viens en aide à tous ceux que j'aimais. and was never slow to acknowledge Tu le dois, France, à la pauvre colombe Qui dans ton champ no butina jamais.

his origin and sympathies, which were Pour qu'à tes fils arrive ma prière, entirely with them. The crowd Lorsque déjà j'entends la voix de Dieu, preserved with French fervour as De mon tombeau j'ai soutenu la pièrre, sacred relics the immortelles which Mon bras se lasse; elle retombe-Adieu !

had covered his pall, and which they It would be too tempting to go fur- divided among themselves; and pubther, but there is abundant evidence lic honours attended his funeral. that the old chansonnier had lost So lived and so died the chansonnothing of his gift, and that the nier.

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THE FIRST BENGAL EUROPEAN FUSILIERS IN THE DELHI CAMPAIGN.

[A short history of some of the doings of the 1st European Bengal Fusiliers,

formerly known as Lord Lake's “dear old dirty shirts ”; taken on the spot in spare moments during the Delhi campaign.]

" Historic pride clings to masses as muc as to individuals, conducting to

honourable pride when riglitly felt; if otherwise, tliis cankers. With soldiers
this springs from regimental traditions.'

SIR C. NAPIER.

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On the 13th May 1857, Major Jacob twenty-four mile march, we reached rode into Dugshai from Simla, with our halting-place, all we could do orders from the Commander-in-Chief was to go to bed camp fashion, i. e. for the 1st European Bengal Fusi- on the ground, with our clothes on. liers to march to Umballa without After we had been lying there for delay; and accordingly a reference some time, and I had nearly sucto the Regimental Order-book will ceeded in falling asleep, I heard show, that at 4 P. M. the regiment Wriford sing out, “Here's my servant was directed to parade in shirt- at last. Who wants bread and beef !” sleeves, with sixty rounds in pouch, Of course there were plenty of and food in havresack. The corps wanters, and then, strange to say, marched, fuil of health and spirits, those who, when they had nothing, a little before five, only anxious not were quite contented, could not be to be too late, and little anticipating satisfied, after the beef, without pushthe work to be done ere the brave ing on to Baines' Hotel, about a mile fellows should again return to the ahead, where we found a good supHill station of Dugshai.

per laid out, and above all tea, so Colonel Welch man was unable to that we got on famously. accompany the corps, as he had a few We started again at half-past 1 days previously undergone a severe A.M., but so many men had not come surgical operation.

up that Captain Wriford was left to The evening was cool in the bring on the stragglers. We marched station, yet no sooner did we begin till daylight, halting at Pinjore, to descend the shoulder of the hill, where we did not delay long, but than the heat began to make itself pushed on to Chundeeghur, which unpleasantly felt; and this, added we reached about half-past six, and to the continual steep descent, al- the sun being very hot, we there most uninterrupted for twenty-five rested for the day ; the men in the miles, which necessarily occasioned serai, the officers under some trees, the men's feet to be driven forward where the time passed pleasantly against the hard leather of their enoagh. In fact, though all ought ammunition boots, caused so many to have been tired, none seemed to be to become foot-sore and exhausted, disposed to sleep. One, the Indefatithat before we reached Kalka at gable, absolutely set to reading the least half the regiment had fallen Military Regulations ; of course, such out. Near Kalka we halted for four a thing could never be permitted, and hours, but avoided any stay in the a shower of artificial snow, invented town, cholera being prevalent there. out of feathery grass expressly for

The order to move from Dugshai the occasion by Master Frank, and being urgent, and no coolies or poured on the Indefatigable's head, means of carriage being available, caused the military code to be shut or procurable at that place, nothing up amid roars of laughter. Here we for men or officers could be brought dined, and a more light-hearted party with the column, beyond what the never sat under those old mangoes ; private servant of the officer, or the for bad we not heard how that the regimental servants of the soldiers gallant Rifles and Carabineers had could bring ; so that when, after a re-taken Delhi, and treatcd the muti

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