Much of the fate of females must depend on the instruction they receive. One dislikes to indulge in theories which seem to have no immediate chance of realization ; and when we see the wild doctrines of female licentiousness that are abroad in France, it appears almost absurd to show what might be done by female morality — yet, if it be possible to breathe a higher and purer tone into French societyand this is what French society wants-if it be possible to approach in peace the visions of St. Just, and to make virtue, honesty, and justice

the order of the day,'—if it be possible to make that change in manners, without which the laws which affect the surface of a nation will not penetrate to its core; if it be possible to do this -in a country where the influence of the sexes enters into almost every crime, it must be by making that influence serviceable to every virtue.

How are you to do this ?-It is not so much the female mind that wants cultivating—it is the female character that wants exalting. The doctrine may be unpopular, but what you have to do cannot be done merely by the elegances ever so indistinctly raised, for perfect equality between the sexes, shows the very great equality that in France really exists!

of literature or the speculations of science. The education which you must give-to be useful, must be-moral ; must be an education that will give a chivalric love -- such love as women are prone to feel — not for the romantic depravities of life, but for what is great and good in life — not for the mawkish devilry and romance of a bourgeois Byron, but for the noble heroism of a Farcy, and the political integrity of a Béranger.

The sex most capable of rewarding public virtue, should be taught to honour and admire public virtue - should be taught to admire public virtue as it was formerly taught to admire accomplished vice ; should be taught to feel for the patriot what it feels for the soldier, and what too often it feels for the roué. The female mind should be hardened and strength. ened by logical notions of right, as well as filled with the fanciful theories which a smattering of letters and philosophy inspires.

I fear this can hardly be done by laws; much towards it, however, might be done by a court patronizing merit and honouring principle ; much towards it might be done by a government which, extending by its nature into each position and relation of society, has an opportunity in every village of distinguishing merit and rewarding virtue. At all events, whatever the court or the government can do for this object—that it ought to do ; for there is no influence which should not be employed to elevate the morality of a people to whom Providence has denied the support of religion ;-—and the influence of which I have been speaking, is an influence which the history and the character of the French ally to sanction, and which will be working deeply to the injury of the state, if it be not turned to its advantage.


France under Richelieu-Under Bonaparte-Now-Mi

litary spirit of each epoch- The camp has entered into the city-The duel of the Duc de Beaufort and of the Editor of the National'. The union between the sword and the tribune impossible in England, may be possible in France—The people who mourned Foy, Lamarque, Lafayette, mourned a type of themselves.

On a height which overlooked the plains of Roussillon,* and which commanded the dark ramparts of the city he was besieging-a cuirass on his breast — his bald head, the scene and centre of so many plans, great and terrible, covered with the red cap of the church-stood the Cardinal- profound minister, astute favourite, great captain. All eyes were fixed on him, and he could be seen everywhere ; and near him were the generals and the grand seigneurs of the monarchy, grand seigneurs whom he had made courtiers, and around him the chivalry and nobility of France. Never did a more loyal troop follow their sovereign,

* See the eloquent romance of Cinq-Mars.'

than that which galloped after King Louis, when, the eye bright, and the hand firm, he forgot the reveries of Chambord on the plains of Perpignan. Many and brave cavaliers were there. When was the oriflamme unfurled in olden times, and that a brilliant army was not ready to follow the white pennon? Yet, the army

of France under Richelieu was not France. The priest who humbled the aristocracy had not ventured to open its honours to the nation.

Twenty-one years ago, in that palace which has since known more than one master, you might have seen a man, at once a prey to his ambitious follies and his reasonable fears-with the brow bent and the lip curled - now pacing his chamber for hours now stretched for a day together, in still and mute concentration of thought, over immense maps,* to which his conquests had given a new surface — nervous, restless, agitated, as he said, by a destiny not yet accomplished - you might have seen that mysterious man, whose sword had already decided the fate of empires, meditating, almost in spite of himself, the scheme of a new conquest -- of a conquest cast in the gigantic mould of his own genius, and which was to

* See Ségur.

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