International Weekly Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science - Volume 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850

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Various. International Weekly Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science - Volume 1, No. 5, July 29, 1850

TEA-SMUGGLING IN RUSSIA

MORE OF LEIGH HUNT.1

LAMARTINE'S NEW ROMANCE

Original Poetry

AZELA

BY MISS ALICE CAREY

TWO COUNTRY SONNETS

Original Correspondence

RAMBLES IN THE PENINSULA

No III. BARCELONA, May 27, 1850

Authors and Books

Recent Deaths

REMARKABLE WORK BY A CHINESE

REQUIEM

UPON THE DEATH OF FRANCES SARGENT ASGOOD. BY ANNE C. LYNCH

Poets In Parliament

Frank Hamilton; Or, The Confessions Of An Only Son. By W.H. Maxwell, Esq

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

THE IVORY MINE:

A TALE OF THE FROZEN SEA

IV.—THE FROZEN SEA

V.—ON THE ICE

THE RUSSIAN SERF

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Although a large portion, perhaps more than half, of these volumes has been given to the world in previous publications, yet the work carries this recommendation with it, that it presents in an accessible and consecutive form a great deal of that felicitous portrait-painting, hit off in a few words, that pleasant anecdote, and cheerful wisdom, which lie scattered about in books not now readily to be met with, and which will be new and acceptable to the reading generation which has sprung up within the last half-score years. Mr. Hunt almost disarms criticism by the candid avowal that this performance was commenced under circumstances which committed him to its execution, and he tells us that it would have been abandoned at almost every step, had these circumstances allowed. We are not sorry that circumstances did not allow of its being abandoned, for the autobiography, altogether apart from its stores of pleasant readable matter, is pervaded throughout by a beautiful tone of charity and reconcilement which does honor to the writer's heart, and proves that the discipline of life has exercised on him its most chastening and benign influence:—

The reader will find numerous striking exemplifications of this spirit as he goes along with our author. From the serene heights of old age, "the gray-haired boy whose heart can never grow old," ever and anon regrets and rebukes some egotism or assumption, or petty irritation of bygone years, and confesses that he can now cheerfully accept the fortunes, good and bad, which have occurred to him, "with the disposition to believe them the best that could have happened, whether for the correction of what was wrong in him, or the improvement of what was right."

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"Ah! Mlle, will you be pleased to tell me why you have come so far, and why you waited so long to speak with me? Can I be useful to you in any manner? Have you any letter to give me from any one in your neighborhood?"

"Ah, Monsieur, I have no letter, I have nothing to ask of you, and the last thing in the world that I should have done, would have been to get a letter from any of the gentlemen in my neighborhood to you. I would not even have suffered them to know that I came to Marseilles to see you. They would have thought me a vain creature, who sought to magnify her importance by visiting people who are so famous. Ah, that would never do!"

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