sentiments have been strengthened and increased by the events of many years up to the present hour. We trust we have learned so much of the Gospel of the Son of God, that whenever an individual of the human race is found, we look upon that person as our brother, without regard to his rank or origin. We have hitherto enjoyed the quiet of a private and retired life; we have no solicitude for a responsible station in the government. Nor are we insensible to the high trust and arduous It is not our business to examine all the new considerations in behalf of Mr. Williams' kingly claims which Mr. Hanson's assiduity unearthed. Many of them exhaust themselves in proving that the Dauphin may not have died in 1795; whereas the further and more important question for us is whether the facts of Mr. Williams' life, as revealed by his papers, go to show whether he was the Dauphin, even granting that the Dauphin did not die in 1795. We have passed in review the main grounds duties of that station, as to show that the con on which Mr. Williams rested his case; the facts are as they have been stated; the conclusion from them others may form. A noticeable feature as revealed by Mr. Williams' papers is that, while at first, he rarely ever asserts his own confidence in his claims, his assurance seems to strengthen itself as the belief gained ground in others. And so, for three years after the appearance of the first article in Putnam's Monthly, during which time Mr. Hanson's book appeared, and the controversy waxed hot on the subject, as Mr. Williams was flooded with compliments and communications, he came to believe himself a veritable prince in disguise. Notes are directed to him under the title of Louis XVII., and he is addressed in them as "Your most gracious Majesty." He signs himself with the royal cypher, "L. C.;" he says that "he wishes to maintain the dignity of his family by manifesting at all times in his conduct that sense of honor which becomes his royal race;" he confidently anticipates the time when he shall be called back to France to restore the government on its old basis; he writes anonymously a communication for a newspaper, declaring that the Count de Chambord is investigating his claims, and that the Bourbon and Orleans branches are uniting in self-defence against him. He prepared also a royal manifesto in these words: It is due to ourselves to say that in early life we imbibed a sacred regard for constitutional liberty, human rights, universal freedom, and the good of the race. And these responsibilities of the Chief Magistrate of a state. But should we be called to the high office which was formerly held by our ancestors, we shall endeavor so to discharge the fidence reposed in us was not misplaced. impossible to say. He also declares in What use he made of this paper it is he has been visited by two French Coma letter to a gentleman in this city, that missioners from France, who, he says, to all appearance are searching into the history of his life; a fact which rests on no other authority than his word. Although it does not appear that he ever had any foreign correthe Prince de Joinville; he writes to a spondent, except, in that one instance, friend that he "had lately received a communication from a respectable gentleman in France who is the nephew of Mr. Laurent, who attended upon the Dauphin for a time in the Temple. This aged gentleman, now eighty-four years old, states that he was the very person who took the Dauphin, in the night when the Dauphin was rescued, from the Temple, and bore him to a little boat in the river Seine, where he was received by friendly hands." And in 1857 he says that a letter from Lyons had been sent, "in the care of the house of Cope, Philadelphia," in which the following information was contained: Monsieur I"With faltering steps says, I moved towards a dark recess containing a truckle bed; on this low couch the sovereign of France was lying, under the effects of a powerful opiate. With a throbbing heart I stretched forth my arms, and put one of them gently under his shoulders, and raised him up. 'Lend me some assistance for a moment, Monsieur,' said I. We wrapped him in a large black mantle. The mightiest of the kings of Europe was now in our arms a helpless babe. We began to descend. At the second turn, 'Who goes there?' was the challenge. 'Heaven and earth!' thought I, 'I have been deceived.' But at the next moment the voice of the officer of the guard was heard, 'Pass, pass."" But this is not the only point at which information springs up conveniently for Mr. William's benefit, which no previous historian had ever recorded. In a memoir of Louis XVI. and Marie, during their imprisonment, in Mr. Williams' handwriting, we have this incident given on authority which he does not recollect to furnish. In the night following the baptism of the Dauphin, that is worthy of notice which is said to have happened to the queen in her sleep, in relation to the infant. She saw her child in manhood, and his dress was all black, and he was in the midst of a large concourse of people, whom he was addressing in the most forcible language, entreating them to obey the Word of God. When the queen related her nocturnal vision to the king and and other friends, it was done with an air of pleasantry. "What," she says, "will my son be a minister of religion? Will he proclaim the faith of Christ in the fields? For surely it was in the meadow where I saw him and the people, and he was in the dress of the Reformed ministers!" And further, while even Mr. Hanson, after all his researches, leaves the manner of the Dauphin's removal obscure, Mr. Williams conveniently furnishes a minute account of it, still, however, reserving his authority. Really, at this rate, the manufacture of history becomes the easiest thing in the world. But, by reason of his absorption in this matter, and the continued prosecution of his Indian claims at Washing. ton, and the consequent absences from home, Mr. Williams' duties became neglected to such an extent that his missionary stipend was withdrawn in 1855. Just before this, too, his indefatigable friend, Mr. Hanson died; and, while the Bourbon discussion brought him notoriety and some presents, it did not bring success to his suite before Congress, and Mr. Williams began to be in want. He drew heavily upon the generosity of his friends; but he never was very provident, and the Indians used to say, with regard to the money · which he was soliciting for them, that "he had a hole in his pocket." In 1856 he fancied that poison had been administered to him by foreign emissaries either in Philadelphia or in this city, the effects of which poison he had been suffering from for two years. In the Spring of 1858, the public prints gave out that Mr. Williams had narrowly escaped assassination at Washington. In writing to a friend, Mr. Williams gives the following account of the affair: For more than two years I have been warned by my friends in the Atlantic cities to be careful, and not walk out in the evenings without an attendant. I was informed in Washington that the French Emperor had agents and spies all over the country, under pretence of seeking after those who had attempted his life. The police of the city was doubled in the vicinity of my residence. In the night of the affair my spirit was raised to the highest pitch in defence of my life. I fell upon my antagonist like a furious lion, drove him from one corner of the room to the other, until I wrested the instrument of death from his hands. He then fled, and left the dagger on the floor, and it is now in my possession. To effect the Dauphin's liberation, every preparation had been made by the few active friends in Paris, upon whom a profound secrecy had been enjoined as necessary to the success of their perilous enterprise, and to the preservation of their own lives. The several parts assigned to the actors immediately at the Temple were most faithfully performed, and this gave a favorable turn to the whole movement. At two o'clock in the morning, the young Dauphin, wrapped up in a bed mattress, was conveyed to a house in the neighborhood, where he was dressed in clothes made for the journey, and thence to the carriage in which he and his attendants were to be carried to Flanders and Holland, and thence to England. The Dauphin was in such a feeble state that his little remaining strength gave way as they How much of this was fact, and how were leaving the barriers of Paris; and the attendants became alarmed lest he should exmuch imagination, each one must settle pire in their arms. He fainted several times for himself. And yet, in this connecand ceased to breathe. But on the application tion, it is but just to give Mr. Hanson's narrative of a strange occurrence which happened to him in April, 1854: I have had a call from C-. He behaved very strangely, and whether he wanted to assassinate me, or to make some bona fide proposition from Henry V., I do not know, but it was one or the other. He called about halfpast seven in the morning, stayed to breakfast, and remained some hours after. To keep the door shut seemed his great anxiety, and he would come close up to me with hand behind his back, and something apparently wrapped up in his pocket handkerchief. And though I repeatedly put the table, or the distance of the room between us, he would follow me and come up as close as possible. So, finding I could not avoid him, I improved upon his example, moved still closer to him, and looked him in the eyes. The burden of his talk was to try to induce me to confess that I had some political object in writing about Mr. Williams, and to urge the expediency of an alliance with Henry V. I told him I had no political object, although it was by no means improbable that political results might grow out of it; but that, if I ever had such intentions, he might be very certain that I would not commit myself, nor would Mr. Williams, to any persons without knowing the object of the application, and seeing credentials. He then began to talk at random about affairs on the continent, as if to distract my attention, plying me with questions; but I kept my eyes on him till I got him out of the door. As he was going away, he said that since I would not confess that I had a political object, or wished to work against the Emperor, he could not make the propositions he had designed, and that the responsibility of the failure must rest upon Mr. Williams and myself. At length, however, after his last claim had been thrown out by Congress, when the unstable public, being palled with the Bourbon question, had turned to some fresher excitement, Mr. Williams retired, wearied out, to his lonely home at Hogansburgh. And, although he had yet other plans in view, it became evident that his long and chequered career was drawing to a close. For some weeks he lingered, at first in severe need, at length made comfortable by timely assistance; and so, nursed by Indians, he died quietly on the 28th of August, 1858. He was buried near his house, and no stone marks his grave. Was he Bourbon, or half-breed? If the first, as so many thought, were ever so many vicissitudes condensed into one mortal life? If the last, what a triumph over disadvantages, what a fertility of invention marked this member of what is generally considered an ignoble race! A SEA-SIDE IDYL. I WANDERED to the shore, nor knew I then And watch the flowing tide, the passing sails, I wandered up and down the sands, I loitered "I will go hence," I thought; "the Elements Farewell! Dull sands, and rocks, and sedge, farewell." The ancient pain? Hark! suddenly there came As though some Presence were approaching me. Was this a promise of the vaunting Sea, Or the illusion of a last despair? Either, or both, still homeward I must go, And that way turned mine eyes, and thought they met A picture, surely so,-or I was mad. The crimson harvest moon was rising full Above my roof, and glimmered on my walls. 66 Him I had hoped for, grieved for, and despaired. He bent his face to search my own, and spake : On savage shores, and wastes of unknown seas, I could not show-yet must I show my love. The kiss-and we are one! Give me the kiss." A VISIT TO YEDO. BY A YOUNG NEW-YORKER. YOKOHAMA, Feb. 15, 1868. I HAD been warned that earthquakes were of frequent occurrence, and told to be ready at any moment for a shock. I had the honor of staying in a building which, to say the least, was somewhat shaky, and once or twice feeling the floor move in rather an unpleasant manner, I imagined that the crisis was at hand, and had jumped up ready "to take notes thereon," only to discover to my disgust that the disturbance was occasioned by my next door neighbor coming upstairs rather heavily. At last the wolf came at a rather unexpected time, and I was jostled out of bed one morning in a most unceremonious manner. A few nights since, as I was returning home, I heard a cry of fire, and at the same moment saw a bright flame arising from a building a short distance in the rear of the hotel. Situated as this town is, without any water facilities, and with but one engine of any size, a fire usually means a complete cleaning-out of every thing, and as the rickety hotel was situated directly to leeward of the burning building, I fully made up my mind to be roofless before morning. Arriving at the scene of action, I found that the fire had broken out in a livery stable, which was now in a grand blaze. The engine was soon on the ground, and all hands went to work with a will. We The native machines soon began to arrive, and the place in a few moments was completely blocked up by a crowd of yelling, jabbering Japs, each of whom carried a bright-colored lantern, which article they never venture out at night without. had been at work a short time, and were beginning to make some little headway on the flames when we heard a cry from the natives, and, looking in the direction of the noise, saw the Governor of Kanagawa approaching on horseback, attended by his bettoes or grooms. It certainly showed a commendable zeal in the old gentleman, and it strikes me that there are not many men with his title who would turn out at eleven o'clock at night and ride three miles to assist in extinguishing a fire in which they had not the slightest personal interest. By hard work and an unlimited amount of noise, the fire was at last subdued with the loss of only the stable in which it originated, and I returned to my "bunk" decidedly wet and dirty, but otherwise none the worse for wear. The following morning I witnessed the proceedings of a Japanese Court of Justice. The owner of the burned stable, a gentleman of color by the way, having strong suspicions that the fire was the work of an incendiary, and having doubts about some of his bettoes, examined them all, and also captured and searched two whom he had discharged a few days previous, and who had left him in rather an indignant mood. On these two he found money and keys which had been taken from a box over the stable, and immediately marched them off to the magistrate. The examination was conducted in the courtyard of the Governor's house, and was an exceedingly simple matter. The complaint having been made and taken down in full by an interpreter, one of the prisoners endeavored to make a few remarks in defence of himself, but was silenced in a most peremptory manner by the magistrate. Two officers were now sent for who fastened a cord about the waist of each prisoner, and they were led or rather driven to prison. From here they are taken daily and "lashed' until they are willing to confess their crime, when in aggravated cases they are burned alive. Much has been written about the absence of poverty and distress in Japan, and it appears to me that the Japanese coolie has been entirely overlooked. The condition of these poor creatures, and there is a fearful number of them, is far worse than slavery. The amount that they can earn in tea houses and at other work is little enough, at the best, to keep body and soul together, but when the greater portion of this is consumed by the monthly purchase of a custom-house license, it is simply a wonder how they manage to keep alive. I have seen them by |