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ADEsIRE


Thou large-braned woman and large-heaTted man,
Self called George Sand whose soul, anld the
fihy iumultuous senses moaDs defiance, lions
And answers roar 70! roar, es spirits can:
would some mild miraculous thunder ran


Abo~esih sppiauded circus, IN appliance


Of,hine own nobler natures strength and science,
Drawing two pinioRs, white as wings OF SVEN,
From the strong shoulders, 10 amaze the place


Vita holier light! that thou 10 wornsn's claim,
And mans, might jyin, beside, the angels grace


or a pure genius ssnctihed from blame;
Till child and maiden pressed 10 thine embrace,


To kiss upon hy lips stainless fame.


TO THE SAME.


RECOGNITION.


True genius, but true woman. dost deny


Thy woman'e nature with manly scorn,


And break away the gauds and arinets worn


Bywesker women in captivity?


Alb, vain 9epal that rerolted cry


Is sobhed 10 by wonans voice foTorn:-


Thy wnmsn's hair my sister, all unshorn,


Floats beck disheveed strength in agony,


Dieproving Thy mans nsTne, and while before


The world thou bnrnest in poet fire,


We see my wonInn- heart beat everrnore higher,


Through the large fame. Beat purer, heart, and
Till God unsex thee on the spirit shore;


10 which alone unse11E, purely aspire


This last sonnet seems TO have been written
after seeing the picture Of Sand, which represents
her in mans drcss, bat with long, loose hair,
ond an eye whose mourn(u irois impressive even
In the caricatures.


For some years Sand has quilted her post Of
assalant. She has seen that II is better to seek
some form of life worthy 10 superscde the old,
than rudely to destroy it, needless of the future
Her fgrce is bending towards philanthropic meas
urcs. She does not appear to possess much tf
the constructive faculty, and, though her writ-
ings command great pecuniary compensation,
and have a wide sway, it is rather for their ten
dency than their thought. She has reached no
commanding point of view from which sne may
give orders TO the advanced corps. She is still at
work with others in the treacb, though she welks
with more force than almost any.


Iupower indeed, Sand bears the palm above
any Of the Noveists. Shei vigorous in ccncep.
ton, often great in the apprehension and the con-
trasi of characters. She kaows passion, as has
been wei! hnted at a ,ohite heat, when all the
lower particles ure remouldcd by It's power. Her
descriptive talent is very great and her poetic
feeling exquisite She wants but little of being
noct, but that little indispensable. Yet she
keeps us always hovering on the borders Of the
enchanted fields. She has, to signal degree,
that power of exact transcript from her own mind
of which almost ali writer's fail. There Is
no veil, mol alf plastic iutegument between US and
the thought. We vibrate perfectly with it.


This is her chief charm, and, next to it, is one
in which we know no French.writer that resem-
bles her, except Rousseau. though he, indeed, is
vastly her superior il it. This is, Of concentrated
glow Her nature glows beneath the words,
like fire beneath the ashes, deep deep


Her best works are unequal; in many parts
written hastily, or carelessly, or with tagging
spirits. They all promise far more than they
perform the work is not done mastery; she has
not reached that point where writer sits at the
helm of his own genius. Sometimes she plies
the oar; sometimes she drifts. But what great
ness she has is genuine there is no tinsel of any
kind, no drapery carefully adjusted or chosen
gesture about her. May Heaven lead her, at last,
to the full possession of her best self, il har-
mony with the higher laws of life


We are not acquainted with all her works, but
among those we know, mention g La Roche Mau-
pratt" Andre" Jacques" 4" Les Sept Curdes
dc la Lyre" and Les Maitres Mosaistes," as
representing her higher inspirations, her sincerity
in expression, and her dramatic powers. They
are full of faults; still they show also her scope
and aim with some fairness, which those readers
whe chance at first OF such other books as " Le-
one Lioni," may fail to find, or even such as
Simon and Spirdon," though into the i'm
perfect web Of these are woven threads of pure
gold Such is the first impression made By the
girl Flamma, as she appears before US, 50 noble,
with the words :" f ponore;" such the thought
in Spirdion " rf making the spparition the re-
ward OF virtue


The work she is now publishing, "Conscelo, "
with Its sequel Z" Baroness de Rudolstadl" exhibit
her genius peised on 6rmer pedestal, breath
ing a screncr air. Still it is faulty in conduct.
and show some obIiquity Of vision She has not
reached the Interpreters house yet But when
she does, she will have clues to gaide many a
pilgrim whom one less tried, less tempted than
herself, could not help on the way.


EUGENE Sue Is wrller OF lar lnieDor powers,
on the whole, TO Sand, though he possesses some
brilliant talents that she wants. His aims and
modes are more external Than hers he is not 50
deeply acquainted with his own nature, or with
that of any other person. Like her, he began life
in corrupt society-struggled, doubted, half
despaired; erred, apparently, himself, and feared
there was no virtue and no truth; butts conquer
ing now.


We observe, in late notice of Sue, that he
began to write at quite mature age, at the sug
gest on of a friepd. We eshould think 1t was so !;
tha, he was by nature intended for practical
man, rather than writer. He paints all ms cha
racters from the practical point of view.


As an observer, when free from exaggerahon,
he has as good an eye as Balzac, but he is far
moro rarely thus free, for. in temperament, he IS
unequal and sometimes muddy. Bat then he
