ignoble duties, such as Bellicent imposes as tests on her son, in order to scare him from his purpose, deprive him of such a freedom. She makes it a condition of her consent that Gareth shall go disguised to Arthur's court, and hire himself" to serve for meats and drinks among the scullions and the kitchen-knaves," and not reveal his noble birth for a twelvemonth and a day, a disguise, bondage, and humiliation to which, like the whole "bondage of the flesh," the noblest spirits must submit, if they are to help set free the world from the worse bondage of sin and death. Gareth, of course, accepts the condition, knowing that "the thrall in person may be free in soul," and comes with two retainers, all three clad as tillers of the soil, to the royal city, Camelot, which they see flashing through mists, and again disappearing, like some enchanted city; so that Gareth's followers, distrusting their new fortunes, retail to their young prince all the traditions which throw doubt on the world into which he is venturing. He, in his joyous courage, of course mocks at their fears; and, as they stand wondering at the rich and strange architecture of the city-gate of Camelot, a seer (probably Merlin) comes out of it, whom they interrogate, giving him the fictitious story which Bellicent's conditional consent has compelled Gareth to invent; to whom the riddling seer replies in a passage of great beauty, containing clear glimpses of Mr. Tennyson's drift in constructing his poem,

"Then Gareth, 'We be tillers of the soil,

Who, leaving share in furrow, come to see,

The glories of our king; but these, my men,
(Your city moved so weirdly in the mist)
Doubt if the king be king at all, or come
From fairyland; and whether this be built
By magic, and by fairy kings and queens;
Or whether there be any city at all,
Or all a vision: and this music now

Hath scared them both; but tell thou these the truth.'
Then that old seer made answer, playing on him,
And saying, 'Son, I have seen the good ship sail
Keel upward and mast downward in the heavens,
And solid turrets topsy-turvy in air:
And here is truth; but an it please thee not,
Take thou the truth as thou hast told it me.
For truly, as thou sayest, a fairy king
And fairy queens have built the city, son;
They came from out a sacred mountain-cleft
Toward the sunrise, each with harp in hand,
And built it to the music of their harps.
And as thou sayest it is enchanted, son;
For there is nothing in it as it seems

Saving the king; though some there be that hold
The King a shadow, and the city real:

Yet take thou heed of him, for so thou pass
Beneath this archway, then wilt thou become
A thrall to his enchantments, for the king
Will bind thee by such vows as is a shame
A man should not be bound by, yet the which
No man can keep; but, so thou dread to swear,
Pass not beneath this gateway, but abide
Without, among the cattle of the field.
For, an ye heard a music, like enow

They are building still, seeing the city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built for ever.'

It is obvious that Mr. Tennyson intends to make Merlin's parable describe how unreal is the empire of the ideal chivalry to earthly sense, and how still more unreal is the empire of earthly sense to the loyal servant of the true chivalry; how the world of pure love and disinterested service is a region of fairy and almost phantom structure to the mere earthly eye, a region of which the ruler seems a shadow; while to him who really enters into the heart of it, all but the ruler who has imposed his life-giving law upon the heart seems but a shadow. Whoever dreads the transforming power of that law should stay outside the city among the beasts of the field, whose eyes cannot see, nor ears hear, what is spiritual; for the city, whose walls, according to the old Greek tradition, rise to a divine music, is a city into which there is no entrance without a spirit of life, which does not admit of finite plan or finish, but so far

as it is built at all is built for ever. All this looks a little like allegory; but there is no allegory in the poem, beyond what allegory there is in all real life. Gareth himself is full of knightly fire and loyalty. His humiliating probation as a kitchen-knave," like the fleshly discipline of the soul of man, is to fit him for the great task which he is to accomplish in the teeth of refined scorn and aristocratic compassion for his seemingly low origin. When Lynette comes to Camelot to ask for a champion to redeem her sister, the Lady Lyonors, from the power of the four knights, foolish but strong, who hold her in captivity in Castle Perilous, it is the seeming kitchen-knave who asks and receives from Arthur the command to go and set her free. Who these four knights are, from whom the fair tenant of Castle Perilous seeks protection, is thus told by the scornful sister, Lynette, who finds the king's kitchen-knave much too ignoble for the task of releasing the fair prisoner from her captivity,

"They be of foolish fashion, O sir king! The fashion of that old knight-errantry Who ride abroad and do but what they will; Courteous or bestial, from the moment, such As have nor law nor king: and three of these, Proud in their fantasy, call themselves the Day, Morning star, and Noon-sun, and Evening-star, Being strong fools; and never a whit more wise The fourth, who always rideth arm'd in black, A huge man-beast of boundless savagery. He names himself the Night and oftener Death, And wears a helmet mounted with a skull, And bears a skeleton figured on his arms, To show that who may slay or scape the three Slain by himself shall enter endless night."

In other words, they are children of Time, who disbelieve wholly in the spiritual aims which transfigure Arthur's chivalry with an eternal meaning; and he, before whose lance they are to fall, is as unlike them in the humility which has enabled him to take up the lowest and earthliest lot without shame or defeat, as in the pure chivalric spirit which aids his arm, strengthened by its good earthly food, to fight so loyally, not for himself, but for the cause assigned him by his king. The battles are all finely described, most of all that with the tough and sinewy warrior, who represents the full astuteness and wiriness of practised age, who fights with the hard skins of habit beneath his warrior's mail, and well nigh exhausts even the enthusiasm of Gareth's youth and hope and faith, by the sinewy pertinacity of his case-hardened experience:—

"Then that other blew

A hard and deadly note upon the horn.
'Approach and arm me!' With slow steps from out
An old storm-beaten, russet, many-stain'd
Pavilion, forth a grizzled damsel came,

And arm'd him in old arms, and brought a helm
With but a drying evergreen for crest,

And gave a shield whereon the Star of Even,
Half-tarnished and half-bright, his emblem, shone.
But when it glittered o'er the saddle-bow,
They madly hurled together on the bridge;
And Gareth overthrew him, lighted, drew,
There met him drawn, and overthrew him again,
But up like fire he started: and as oft
As Gareth brought him grovelling on his knees,
So many a time he vaulted up again;
Till Gareth panted hard. And his great heart,
Foredooming all his trouble was in vain,
Labored within him; for he seemed as one
That all in later, sadder age begins
To war against ill uses of a life.

But these from ail his life arise, and cry,
"Thou hast made us lords, and can'st not put us down!'
He half despairs; so Gareth seemed to strike
Vainly, the damsel clamoring all the while,

'Well done, knave knight, well-striken, O good knight-knave!-
O knave! as noble as any of all the knights -
Shame me not, shame me not. I have prophesied
Strike, thou art worthy of the Table Round,
His arms are old, he trusts the hardened skin,
Strike-strike - the wind will never change again.'
And Gareth, hearing ever stronglier, smote,

And hewed great pieces of his armor off him,
But lashed in vain against the harden'd skin,
And could not wholly bring him under, more
Than loud southwesterns, rolling ridge on ridge
The buoy that rides at sea, and dips and springs
Forever; till at length Sir Gareth's brand
Clashed his, and brake it utterly to the hilt.
'I have thee now;' but forth that other sprang,
And all unknightlike writhed his wiry arms
Around him, till he felt, despite his mail,
Strangled, but straining even his uttermost
Cast, and so hurled him headlong o'er the bridge
Down to the river, sink or swim, and cried,
'Lead, and I follow.'"

Nor can we keep back the grand passage in which the conflict with Night or Death takes place; and it appears that this is no conflict at all, except to the awe-struck imagination, that, to him who has faith, the struggle has been already fought out when the strength and craft of age-worn experience were conquered,

"But when the prince

Three times had blown, after long hush, at last,
The huge pavilion slowly yielded up,

Through those black foldings, that which housed therein,
High on a nightblack horse, in nightblack arms,
With white breastbone, and barren ribs of Death,
And crowned with fleshless laughter, some ten steps,
In the half-light, through the dim dawn, advanced
The monster, and then paused, and spake no word.

"But Gareth spake, and all indignantly,
Fool,- for thou hast, men say, the strength of ten,-
Canst thou not trust the limbs thy God hath given,
But must, to make the terror of thee more,
Trick thyself out in ghastly imageries

Of that which Life hath done with, and the clod,
Less dull than thou, will hide with mantling flowers

As if for pity?' But he spake no word;
Which set the horror higher: a maiden swoon'd;
The Lady Lyonors wrung her hands and wept,
As doom'd to be the bride of Night and Death;
Sir Gareth's head prickled beneath his helm ;
And even Sir Lancelot through his warm blood felt
Ice strike and all that marked himwere aghast.

"At once Sir Lancelot's charger fiercely neighed;
At once the black horse bounded forward with him.*
Then those that did not blink the terror saw
That Death was cast to ground, and slowly rose.
But with one stroke Sir Gareth split the skull.
Half fell to right, and half to left and lay.
Then with a stronger buffet he clove the helm
As throughly as the skull; and out from this
Issued the bright face of a blooming boy,
Fresh as a flower new-born, and crying, 'Knight,
Slay me not! my three brethren bade me do it,
To make a horror all about the house,
And stay the world from Lady Lyonors.
They never dreamed the passes would be past.'
Answered Sir Gareth graciously to one,
Not many a moon his younger, 'My fair child,
What madness made thee challenge the chief knight
Of Arthur's hall?'-'Fair sir, they bade me do it.
They hate the king, and Lancelot, the king's friend;
They hoped to slay him somewhere on the stream:
They never dreamed the passes could be past.'

"Then sprang the happier day from underground;
And Lady Lyonors and her house, with dance
And revel and song, made merry over Death,
As being after all their foolish fears

And horrors only proven a blooming boy.

So large mirth lived, and Gareth won the quest."

The application of the inner meaning in the story of Gareth to the whole cycle of Arthurian idyls is, of course, apparent. The preparation for Arthur's glorious reign, like Gareth's homely preparation for his great quest, is the simple privacy of the king's childhood and youth when no one knew that he should be king at all; and his life was

*This is a slight verbal error: it would seem as if Sir Lancelot's charger bounded forward with Sir Lancelot; "him" referring only to Sir Lancelot. It is really Gareth who rides Sir Lancelot's charger."

the life of the fosterchild of Sir Anton's unknown wife. His first victories, as the founder of the true chivalry, against barbarian and earthly pride, were, like Gareth's against the Morning Star and the Noonday Sun, to be glorious and easy; but, as his reign went on, the struggle was to become more tenacious against the ever-hardening and more vindictive resistance of the half-subjugated passions. In the evening of his reign the victory was to be hardly won, so won that the lookers-on half-despaired of its being won at all; but when the last awful and terror-striking battle against his enemies should have been fought, and the great king should pass away into the valley of Avalon, he would find that the final change was but one of seeming, and that he had virtually overcome Death in the last great struggle, before he had passed through Death at all. This is, we take it, something like the idea which makes the story of Gareth so fine an introduction to the rise and fall of the great realm of the great king whose reign, in spite of seeming defect, was to be for everlasting.

As to the poetic execution of the poem, we will only say that it has much of the Homeric sweetness and power of Mr. Tennyson's "Ulysses," and much also of the bird-like beauty of those "swallow flights of song" which are peculiar to Mr. Tennyson, and come upon our ear like the song of the lark when one turns inland after listening to the sound of the breakers. What can be more like the grave, sonorous music of the " Ulysses" than that grand comparison of Gareth's ill-success in beating down "The Evening Star" to the picture of the "loud south-westerns rolling ridge on ridge" against

"The buoy that rides at sea, and dips and springs

For ever?"

And what more lovely than Lynette's happy songs, as the knight whom she has treated so scornfully, but who has subdued her scorn by his simplicity, his patience, and his valor, wins ever fresh successes before her eyes?

"O Sun! that wakenest all to bliss or pain,
O moon! that layest all to sleep again,
Shine sweetly twice my love hath smiled on me.”

"O dewy flowers! that open to the sun;

O dewy flowers! that close when day is done,
Blow sweetly: twice my love hath smiled on me.”

"O birds! that warble to the morning sky;
O birds! that warble as the day goes by,

Sing sweetly twice my love hath smiled on me." Whether we take Gareth and Lynette simply as a separate tale of Arthurian chivalry, or as a prelude to the whole story of the chivalry which grows and falls through the cycle of Mr. Tennyson's slowly-completed epic, we cannot think that it has been surpassed in beauty by any other. "Guinevere" and "The Passing of Arthur" will always stand the first of the cantos in pathos and tragic power. But for the dawning of the great dream, it would be hardly possible to imagine a finer vision than "Gareth and Lynette."

FRENCH STATESMEN.

III.-LÉON GAMBETTA.

AT the time when Berryer was a juvenile, rising member of the French bar, Chateaubriand is said once to have paid him a visit, and in a forcible manner to have pointed out to him the two careers which then lay open before him to choose from, — that is, that of a Legitimist, and that of a Republican party man, -at the same time displaying the advantages presented by each. Berryer took four-andtwenty hours for consideration, and pronounced himself in favor of the Legitimist party. Every one who is familiar with modern French history knows the untiring perseverance, the unswerving fidelity, others are pleased to call it consummate acting, with which the great orator played for fifty years the part and served the cause which a day's

reflection had induced him to prefer. Something similar is related as having happened to the present chief of the Radicals in France somewhere about four years ago. It occurred in 1868. Napoleon the Third had resolved to advance a step in the liberal concessions he had made the year before, and, having decided upon permitting the Chamber to dictate their policy to the ministers, stood in need of a young man of talent to adopt and defend the sovereign's personal views, first in the press, and eventually in the House, independently of cabinet, public opinion, or majorities. Two were proposed to him, - the one a man of ordinary intellect, but endowed with eloquence and strong passions; the other as much his inferior as an orator as his superior as a writer, -a man of a more subtle mind and more versatile talents, formed at Emile de Girardin's school, and as clever and unscrupulous as his preceptor. The emperor's choice, which did all possible honor to his perspicacity, while it proved signally unfortunate for his cause, fell upon the really superior man of the two; who, though he failed as a speaker, rendered two years later, as a minister, the four months' resistance of Paris possible. The other less fortunate candidate immediately devo ed himself to the revolutionary party. Nothing was needed but an opportunity to make himself known; nor was that opportunity long in presenting itself.

Till that time M. Léon Gambetta, a young lawyer, had seldom made his appearance in the Salle des Pas Perdus, and was far better known among the gay circles of students and stagiaires than in those of the Conférence Molé or other professional clubs. Among his associates he was looked upon as a clever, reckless spendthrift, and a jolly, rollicking companion, no one suspecting that he would one day appear in the other side of Fox's character. Once, however, determined to assume this new part, he soon became a totally different man. No longer

"Studiis conversis,

Quærit opes et amicitias et inservit honori." Whether he will ultimately prove successful in these aspirations, and be able to sustain his new part as long as M. Berryer did his, is somewhat doubtful as yet: what is certain, however, is that, though he may have approached the rival of Pitt very nearly in one respect, in others he is yet far from nearing this illustrious champion of revolutionary France. The famous Baudin demonstration of December, 1868, is still fresh in every one's memory; and it must need but a small effort of recollection to call to mind how the revolutionary party took eager advantage of the newlygranted liberty to rake up an obscure martyr of the 2d of December, who had been forgotten by everybody, as a means of attacking the government they had stood in awe of as long as it remained despotic and made itself redoubted, and fell upon the moment it became liberal and tolerant. A young generation had sprung up, the generation in fact to which Gambetta himself belongs, -a generation which had not witnessed the 2d of December, to whom the Empire stood, therefore, in the light of a firmly-established government, and who would have been content to live with and under it in peace, the more so as liberal principles had been to some extent introduced by it. Even the Orleanists themselves appeared almost ready to forget their own grievances against the usurper who had treated them so ill; and as, moreover, the whole nation - the immense majority of such as belong to no definite party desired to encourage the Emperor in his attempts to consolidate his government, there seemed to be really a fair chance of its being established. Naturally, this course of affairs did not please the old republicans, who exerted themselves to the utmost in order to thwart it, and were especially active in recruiting proselytes among the young generation, with whom hatred of the Empire could not be the genuine feeling it was with themselves. Léon Gambetta was not slow to perceive that a road lay here before him to notoriety which was equally adapted to his ambicious aspirations and particular natural gifts. The young lawyer Lefended one

out of the hundreds of “citizens" accused of having disturbed public tranquillity at the Baudin trial; and, just as a few months afterwards he achieved his entrance into the legislative body by discovering a higher degree in the climax of systematic opposition than even MM. Favre or Simon, he now made himself conspicuous for the first time by inventing a fresh taunt for the Empire, - an infallible means, by-the-by, of attaining popularity with the witty Parisian frondeurs, "You are the first government," he thundered forth, "which does not venture to celebrate its birthday,"— a sentence which, if it made but a slight impression on the learned occupants of the bench, found thousandfold echo in the hearts, or rather beads, of the Parisian mob, eternally on the lookout for ready-made watchwords.

After this first success, the future ruler over France made one of those progresses too much like the rounds of a commercial traveller-which have since become a habit with and a necessity to him. Whenever a political trial took place in the provinces, and good care was taken that opportunities should not be wanting for the young tribune by the then Home Minister, M. Pinard, an ex-AttorneyGeneral, who never would divest himself of early prosecuting habits, whenever such trials occurred, and they occurred pretty frequently, as we have said, M. Léon Gambetta was sure to be seen, and still more to be heard. Perhaps I may be allowed to add, in parenthesis, that it was a custom with Napoleon II., who utterly ignored the value and importance of individuality in public life, to choose those least capable of comprehending them for the execution of his projects. Thus it happened that no one in France, excepting the Emperor himself, was in the slightest degree surprised by M. Pinard's involuntarily assisting enemies of the government like Gambetta in order to make the liberal Empire more acceptable. Meanwhile, the May elections were approaching; and M. Gambetta, who owed what he was to republicans like Favre and Carnot, all on a sudden turned round upon those modérantistes, and entered into partnership with M. Rochefort! Then it was that, in order to out-Favre Favre, he pronounced the chief sentence in his address to his electors, "Whatever the Emperor may do for the country, I am irreconcilable." In any other country, people would have laughed at the word as the Saxons did when a certain deputy stood up to declare that he "did not, in truth, know the motives of the government, but that he thoroughly disapproved them;" whereas (very characteristically for France) the very next day a new party sprang in o existence in Paris, calling themselves the Irreconcilables. Soon, however, our Gracchus perceived that he had gone a little too far, and had not been so prudent as M. Berryer in observing that,

Commisisse cavet quod mox mutare laboret," which Horace seems to consider as incumbent upon all politicians who have left the leading-strings. At the supplementary elections, three months later, he became as stout a supporter of M. Carnot's candidature as he had proved an antagonist when he was desirous of occupying his place. He kept up this comedy of moderation for another twelvemonth, evidently desiring to efface the recollection of his violent entrée en scène; and, as he was endowed with great fluency of speech and a strong voice, as he contented himself with exhibiting his plan of a Platonic Republic with the amiable resignation of a Platonic lover, the House lent a willing ear to the orations of the young speaker, who seemed to have so entirely forgotten or laid aside his former irreconcilability, and whose apparent moderation every one was disposed to look upon as a sure pledge of future capacity as a statesman. Alas! France was soon to be cruelly reminded how greatly indeed she stood in need of young

statesmen.

Ever eager to flt'er the national passions and prejudices, ever ready to minister to the national weaknesses, M. Gambetta was foremost in the ranks of those who clamored forwar in July, 1870, as he was foremost to denounce the wicked edness of the Emperor in declaring war contrary to the will of the nation as soon as that war proved unsuccessful. Every one must remember with what consummate dexterity

this young tribune glided into the Ministry of the 4th of September, together with Rochefort; how he left Paris in a balloon; how he set about organizing a resistance à la 1792, when nobody felt the least inclined to play the part of a hero. No one can yet have forgotten the intrepidity with which he rushed into and won imaginary battles, achieved imaginary impos-ible junctions, how loud he was in the praise of notre brave Bazaine," and how he afterwards turned round and abused that "infamous traitor;" how he succeeded in filling all the more lucrative places with provincial demagogue incapacities, and, like a second St Just, dictated their plans de campagne to Aurelles de Paladine and Bourbaki; how he brought ruin and death to thousands of his unfortunate fellow-citizens in Switzerland; how he outdid Palikao himself in the art of disguising the truth; how the best of all the French republicans, Lanfrey, was the first who ventured to denounce the extravagances, depredations, folly, and crimes of this "rabid maniac; " and how Gambetta, true to the genuine Jacobin principles of liberty, endeavored to exclude all the political men who had belonged to the former government from the new Assembly, till at last the nation and government dropped him in sheer disgust.

Then a period of relative moderation set in, which continued till lately, when impatience or rather thirst for popularity even more than impatience would not let him bide his time and gather a formidable party around him. Neither reflection nor rational selfishness, neither conscientiousness nor true patriotism, sufficed to teach this man that by anticipating he would necessarily either frighten the country back into the arms of despotism or contrive to second the re-appearance on the stage of the Communists, those enemics of all government, whether monarchical or republican. The orations recently held in Savoy have at last thoroughly enlightened the world as regards the total emptiness of this individual, who, in speeches which lasted for hours on divers occasions, was not able to put forth a single new idea, nor, indeed, any idea at all. Those alone who were unacquainted alike with the French republicans and their chief for the time being could have been surprised by this. All who knew Gambetta four years ago, before he entered upon his noisy career, knew that he possessed neither the instruction, the temperament, nor the intellectual qualities requisite for a statesman. They knew that his political instruction was a mere compound of revolutionary phraseology, which dated from eighty years before, and which he had not even acquired at the fountain-head, but from the perusal of that newspaper literature which has not ceased repeating the old commonplaces of 1793 in the commonplace style of the period for these last fourscore years; that his temperament was violent, irritable, — nay, incontrollable in the extreme; and that, however moderate he might appear outwardly for the time, he would not long be able to wear the mask; finally, that his intelligence was confined to a ready assimilation of solemn words and an unlimited capability for amplification. That a man like this should obtain a seat in the French Legislative Assembly was perhaps not more astonishing than that Rochefort should have been elected. Every country witnesses similar occurrences; but that a man like Gambetta should rise to a seat in the French Ministry, from sheer dearth of capable men in the party to which he belongs, was a thing never dreamed of, and hardly to be credited by those who professed the meanest opinion of the state of parties in France. Passion and big words go a long way still in that country with a certain style of audience, in spite of the teaching of eighty years' experience. Absence of all serious knowledge, absence of ideas, and absence of scruples, are still strong titles to esteem in the eyes of a certain class of democrats; yet were M. Gambetta really what he pretends to be, and what he is still believed by some folks (even in England) to be, he would surely see that his own triumph would only be the signal for the triumph of the Commune; and that, were there no victorious enemy occupying the country at that time, he would infallibly be packed off in the company of his faithful Spuller and Laurier, to join once more the Cluserets, Lulliers, and other Commun

ist chiefs in disgrace, from whom he would never have been distinguished in any other country but France, nor even by France were she in a normal state, instead of in one of feverish delirium.

FOREIGN NOTES.

ROCHEFORT's new romance is to be called Les Dépravés.

MR. SIMS REEVES is at present at the saline bath establishment at Droitwich, undergoing treatment for his malady, rheumatic gout.

NEARLY all the hotels in Paris that bore German names have been replaced by patriotic sign-boards, where the neutral celebrities of France are duly honored.

THE Brussels papers announce the death of M. Charles Auguste Vervier, at the age of eighty-three. The Independance Belge speaks of him as the Nestor of Flemish littérateurs.

THE French Government has issued a private notice that it would not allow the publication of any new journal. There are a great deal too many as it is. So much for republicanism.

MR. JOHN FORSTER, the biographer of Goldsmith and Dickens, has been confined to his room for some days by a serious illness. Mr. Forster is now an old man; and the state of his health is causing great anxiety to his friends.

"ONE who has been flogged" writes a very sensible and agreeable letter to the Pall Mall Gazette about the sensation and result of flogging. Of course he is against that practical proceeding; but, if it only brings out such excellent writing, it is an argument for the continuance of the practice rather than the contrary.

Ir is reported that a pilgrimage to Rome, in the course of the winter, is being organized in France, to consist of two thousand persons. The pilgrims are to pay one hundred and twenty francs a head for journey, food, and lodg ing; so they must make up their minds to pilgrims fare and shelter indeed in that most expensive city.

EIGHT fresh lines of Chaucer have been found in the Ellesmere manuscript of the "Franklin's Tale," which are not in any other MS. yet examined. Six of these lines contain one of those pleasant asides with which Chaucer so often breaks the run of his stories. They will appear in the next part of the Chaucer Society's "Six-Text."

THE Court Journal says that "Mdlle. Marilla, a young woman apparently about twenty years of age, is now performing at a Liverpool circus; where, suspended by her legs from the trapèze, she holds a man by her teeth, twisting him round, as it were a joint on a spit. If there was another wo man to baste him, Women's Rights would be exemplified, and man shown in his true position with regard to the soft sex."

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