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TEENTH-CENTURY DIPLOMACY, . . . Quarterly Review, .

Thomas Hardy, author of “Under the
Greenwood Tree,” “A Pair of Blue Eyes,"

etc. Part IX., . . . . . . Cornhill Magazine, .
chibald Banks, . .

: . New Quarterly Review, IV. ALICE LORRAINE. A Tale of the South

Downs. Part IX., . . . . . Blackwood's Magazine,
V. ESSAYS BY RICHARD CONGREVE, . . . Blackwood's Magazine,.


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When machines shall do the labor In the autumn, when the hollows

Of the strong arm and the flail, All are filled with flying leaves,

Of the stout heart and the flailAnd the colonies of swallows

Great machines perform the labor Quit the quaintly stuccoed eaves,

Of the good old-fashioned fail. And a silver mantle glistens

But when, blessed among women, Over all the misty vale,

And when, honored among men, Sits the little wife and listens

They look round them, can the brimming To the beating of the flail,

Of their utmost wishes then To the pounding of the flail —

Give them happiness completer? By her cradle sits and listens

And can ease and wealth avail To the flapping of the flail.

To make any music sweeter

Than the pounding of the flail? The bright summer days are over

Oh, the sounding of the flail ! And her eye no longer sees

Never music can be sweeter
The red bloom upon the clover,

Than the beating of the flail !
The deep green upon the trees;
Hushed the songs of finch and robin,

J. T. Trowbridge in Harper's Magazine for September.
With the whistle of the quail;
But she hears the mellow throbbing
Of the thunder of the flail,
The low thunder of the flail —

Through the amber air the throbbing
And reverberating flail.

I KNOW that I never can hear it, never on

earth any more, In the barn the stout young thresher

I know the music of my life with that silenced

voice is o'er; Stooping stands with rolled-up sleeves, Beating out his golden treasure

| Yet I tell you, that never across the fells, the

wild west wind can moan, From the ripped and rustling sheaves; Oh, was ever knight in armor –

| But my sad heart hears, close, true, and clear,

the thrill of his earnest tone. Warrior all in shining mailHalf so handsome as her farmer

I know that I never can listen, with these morAs he plies the flying flail,

tal ears of mine, As he wields the flashing fail?

| To the step that meant joy and gladness, in The bare-throated, brown young farmer,

the days of auld lang syne ; As he swings the sounding flail ?

Yet I tell you the long waves never break in

the hollows of the cove, All the hopes that saw the sowing,

But they mimic in their rise and fall the tread All the sweet desire of gain,

I used to love.
All the joy that watched the growing
And the yellowing of the grain,

I know the melody that you sing, with its deliAnd the love that went to woo her,

cate memoried words, And the faith that shall not fail —

Is nothing but measured language, well set All are speaking softly to her

unto music's chords ; In the pulses of the flail,

Yet I tell you, as you breathe it, my dead life Of the palpitating flail —

wakes again, Past and Future whisper to her

I laugh to its passionate gladness, I weep to In the music of the fail.

its passionate pain.

In its crib their babe is sleeping,

And the sunshine from the door All the afternoon is creeping

Slowly round upon the floor; And the shadows soon will darken,

And the daylight soon must pale, When the wife no more shall hearken

To the tramping of the flail,

To the dancing of the flail-
When her heart no more shall hearken

To the footfall of the flail.

I know the beck that tinkles, beside the forget

me-nots there, Is nothing but water rippling where the wil.

lows shimmer fair; Yet I tell you, for me it murmurs, the very

words he said, | When We, and the Year, and Love were fresh,

in the golden day that is dead.

And the babe shall grow and strengthen,

Be a maiden, be a wife,
While the moving shadows lengthen

Round the dial of their life;
Theirs the trust of friend and neighbor,
And an age serene and hale,

Aye, Youth is proud, and gay, and bold; still

this is left for us, Who sit ’neath the yellowing tree leaves, and

listen to silence thus; It has life in its April glory, it has hope with

its smiles and tears, We live alone with Nature and Time, and hear, as the hush'd heart hears.

All The Year Round.

From The Quarterly Review. Inature he is fondest of swift political and MOTLEY'S JOHN OF BARNEVELD AND military action. A statesman by profes

SIXTEENTH-CENTURY DIPLOMACY." Ision, he has dared to dedicate nearly Soo

With the publication of these two vol- pages to the last nine years of John of umes Mr. Motley has brought to a close Barneveld's life ; and neither for oura series of most meritorious intellectual selves as critics, nor on the part of his labours. “ The Rise of the Dutch Re-larger audience, are we in the least, on public," “ The History of the United this account, disposed to grumble at him. Netherlands from 1584 to 1609,” “The American historians turn generally with Life and Death of John of Barneveld," a strong appetite to the history of Spain, form a fine and continuous story, of which and next in order to those old Spanish the writer and the nation celebrated by territories in the Low Countries where him have equal reason to be proud; a they find so early the name of “the Renarrative which will remain a prominent public.” So Washington Irving, Presornament of American genius, while it cott, Ticknor, and quite recently, beside has permanently enriched English litera- Mr. Motley, Mr. Kirk, the historian of ture on this as well as on the other side the prelude to Mr. Motley's period, the of the Atlantic. We congratulate warmly biographer of Charles the Bold. At the the indefatigable man of letters from be-opening of the history of the New yond the seas, who has ransacked the Western World, the Burgundian-Habsarchives of the Hague, Brussels, and burg dynasty occupied a place not very London, who has come to rank as the unlike that occupied by the Roman greatest authority concerning one of the Cæsars when the history of Western chief episodes in the history of European Europe began. This has been felt by peoples, who has compiled from original American historians, as a rule ; it has documents, and, as it may fairly be said been felt, for instance, by both Mr. in view of the general public, for the first | Prescott and Mr. Motley. It has affected, time, an important and entertaining and with characteristic difference, the imavery instructive chapter in universal his-gination of each of these two writers. It tory.

gave a lofty and dignified charm to Mr. A citizen of the United States and an Prescott's style and historical fancy. experienced diplomatist, Mr. Motley was Julius Cæsar, Augustus, Diocletian, all by sympathy and training alike fitted to seemed to enter as indirect memories be the historian of “the United Prov-into Mr. Prescott's view of Charles V. inces.” The zest and thoroughness Mr. Motley's clever sketch of Charles V. with which he identifies himself with the is, on the other hand, a burlesque ; and spirit of the Netherlanders give a genu- from his grotesque caricature of Philip ine and solid value to his compositions ; II. few of the combined vices of Tiberius, they are a constant stimulus to his in- Claudius, and Domitian are absent. He dustry and love of research ; they spur at times flings about his pen as if it were him on, as he rummages among State- the brush of some angry Dutch painter papers or deciphers the unprinted letters, turning from studies of coarse village in“in handwriting perhaps the worst that teriors and herds of cattle, stung by his ever existed” (vol. i. p. ix), from which, country's wrongs to portray and to gibbet as he tells us, he had to win the materials the beast and savage under the purple for his last book. Again, his own life and the crown. For, with Mr. Motley, as a servant of the State has implanted every physical and mental trait, in almost in him tastes which otherwise might not every one who has the unhappiness to have had encouragement from him. By wield sovereign power, becomes mon

strous and deformed. There never was * The Life and Death of John of Barneveld, Adla dwarf Laurin or a sprite Rübezahl, an vocate of Holland; with a view of the Primary of l.;

Yelf-king or gnome-king, so despicable or Causes and Movements of the Thirty Years War. By John Lothrop Motley, D.C.L., LL.D., &c. Two distorted as Philip of Spain in Mr. Mot. vols. London, 1874.

lley's pages, or, for the matter of that, as

James of England and Scotland. For an | bering who were then the foes of both out-and-out enthusiast for democratic in- countries – in, amongst others, the constitutions, at all times and in all places, cluding years of the seventeenth century, commend us to Mr. Motley. We would Sometimes we have felt surprise and venture, in a whisper, to remind him that mortification that America, possessing both the Hague and Brussels, not to such promising historical scholars, should speak of London, are seats of monarchies, have turned her back so entirely on Eng. and that notwithstanding, or rather be- lish history — we do not forget some cause of, all their past, with a portion of most admirable chapters on English his. which he is so well acquainted, the tory in Mr. Kirk's book - but with some Dutch, Belgians, and English — poor, be- of Mr. Motley's observations in our nighted beings that they are — must be mind, we confess, for the moment, to said to be on the whole well contented to feeling every inclination to be gratefully have it so. A European reader would be acquiescent in the decrees which have irritated, if he were not still more ruled in this particular heretofore under amused, at the perpetual cry of “ Democ- the merciful Fates. racy forever.” We cannot resist the To pass on. Mr. Motley's rough, temptation which invites an Englishman, sturdy, but highly picturesque English is a little restive under Mr. Motley's lash, remarkably adapted to his subject. to extract a passage, which with very Here and there, indeed, one might quar. slight alterations - not very warily Mr. rel with a faint “ Batavian " phrase or Motley himself inserts the allusion which term. Such a word as “ disreputation" suggests them — might surely describe (i. p. 320, and ii. p. 241) grates rather on not only the Europe of Rudolf II. and the ear. The following is a more than Ferdinand II.

| Batavian, is a Siamese sentence : The Holy Empire, which so ingeniously' The consummate soldier, the unrivalled combined the worst characteristics of despot statesman, each superior in his sphere to any ism and republicanism, kept all Germany and contemporary rival, each supplementing tảe half Europe in the turmoil of a perpetual other, and making up together, could they h.ne presidential election. A theatre where trivial | been harmonized, a double head such as negopersonages and graceless actors performed a litical organism then existing could boast, were tragi-comedy of mingled folly, intrigue, and now in hopeless antagonism to each other. – crime, and where earnestness and vigour were Vol. ii. pp. 151-2. destined to be constantly baffled, now offered | We cannot make out whether Mr. Motthe principal stage for the entertainment and lay means

ainment and ley means us to see a superhuman or a excitement of Christendom. — Vol. i. p. 11. Ludicrous exhibition of crime and poda

With regard to English foreign policy gra, when, in one long sentence, he during the times of which he has written, writes of an arch-offender, “Epernon, we give up argument with Mr. Motley, the true murderer of Henry," that he for if we commenced upon this topic, " trampled on courts of justice and coun. we know not when we should end. cils of ministers," that he "smothered for. Quite briefly : we do not agree with his lever the process of Ravaillac," "and that estimate of James the First and his pol- he strode triumphantly over friends and icy, much less do we agree with his enemies throughout France, although so estimate of Elizabeth; we should be crippled by the gout that he could scarcely prepared, were there any necessity, to I walk up stairs." (Vol. i. p. 230.) defend at length English policy toward But ordinarily Mr. Motley's style, if not the Netherlands - that it was tardy, free from blemishes, is very effective. cautious, now and then even foolish and Indeed we could not easily mention mistaken, we admit; we also assert, that another historian who possesses so fully it was generally and ultimately success the art of bringing the actors and localful and beneficent ; were there need of lities of the Past back into reality and proof, we should refer to the history of into the very presence of his readers. Holland and England - always remem- | And these last two volumes have all the excellence in this respect of their prede- | vice to readers of Mr. Motley's works, cessors. The account, to cite one in- even though purposely we shall only stance, of Henry IV. of France is most rarely and incidentally touch upon the brilliant, and at the same time we think history of the Netherlands. We hope neither unjust nor unsound. Mr. Mot that we may enable them to connect the ley shines particularly when he has to movement and the chiefs concerning deal with startling contradictions and whom he writes, with wider movements exaggerations in character. We are not and heroes of even greater originality and sure that the mystery of Henry's death more splendid parts. In this sort of suris not darkened beyond what history de- vey, not easily to be compressed at all mands by Mr. Motley, who strikes us as into the room at our disposal, the private too credulous of the wild reports that flew and separate fortunes of any single indiabout close to the event. But, as a vidual can occupy our attention only in a whole, the picture is full of truth as of subordinate degree. We must send our colour. And with what illustrious his- readers to Mr. Motley's last book for the torians is Mr. Motley here competing ! history of John of Barneveld, which deIn his elaborate likeness of Henry, he serves their affectionate and studious has drawn that complex creature in every perusal. A word or two we desire to demood and in all lights. How masterly vote to him, and this the more, since, for is, also, this little vignette, sketched in a our objects, the epoch of his later life couple of strokes !

will not require such ample notice as the Strange combination of the hero, the war- epoch to which the formation of the prinrior, the voluptuary, the sage, and the school. ciples by which he was actuated belongs. boy - it would be difficult to find in the whole | John of Barneveld was one of the pupils, range of history a more human, a more attrac- | not one of the teachers, of the age, and tive, a more provoking, a less venerable char- yet the stubborn and rugged force of the acter. – Vol. i. Pp. 221–2.

| Advocate of Holland will leave its disThe principal fault of Mr. Motley's tinct mark on the tide of public and uniDutch histories, with which we are im-versal revolutions. pressed more than ever now that the suc- Seldom have a prominent politician's cession of them is finished, and we have life and character corresponded so nearly re-read them as a set of works extending with the extent and bias of an accurately over the sixteenth century — it implies limited time and of a widely diffused senmore praise to him as a Dutch, than de-timent. His chequered and protracted traction from him as a European, histo-career touches at their extremities the rian -- lies in the position which he gives | limits of a momentous period. His birth to the story he has chosen to relate. I took place a few months after the death He writes of the Low Countries as of Martin Luther; he was executed a though in them was the centre of interest few months after the outbreak of the of the sixteenth century, as if not only in Thirty Years' War. His biography exthe history of military affairs, but every | pands naturally into a history of the where, in Politics and Thought, the Low Netherlands for more than seventy years. Countries were right in the foreground, His activity as a lawyer and a publicist starting and proclaiming the prospectus accompanies through every stage the reof independence. We demur to this, bellion of the United Provinces, and and will attempt to give the grounds of their transformation into free and prosour demurrer.

perous states. It is scarcely too much to We propose to make use of the pres- say of his pen, that it summarized, that it ent opportunity to review rapidly the often directed and overruled the conduct situation and the perils of Christendom of diplomatic business throughout the in the latter half of the sixteenth century. several leading kingdoms of Western We shall try to trace the main springs to Europe, during days when glorious pages such lives as that of Barneveld. And we in English and French, as well as in hope that our sketch will be of some ser- Dutch, annals were being filled in. Un

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