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From The Spectator. the system by which the States of the pope THE “ MILK-WHITE HIND."

and the city of Rome would constitute, so to SELDOM, even in the Eternal City, has a speak, property in mainmort, set apart to all scene been witnessed such as that now pre- Catholicity, and placed in virtue of a right sented to the world in Rome. The pope, which regulate the fate of all other sover

which is inscribed nowhere above the rights worn out with misery and care, doubtful of eignties

. I confine myself to remarking that his own will, doubtful even, it is said, of the the oldest, as well as the most recent histori. righteousness of his cause, is slowly sickening cal, traditions do not appear to sanction that of incessant defeat. Around his bed the car- doctrine; and that England, Prussia, Russia, dinals are splitting in factions, intriguing with and Sweden, powers separate from the France, intriguing with Austria, preparing a

Church, signed at Vienna by the same right schism in the Church, and doubting whether as France, Austria, Spain, and Portugal

, the

treaties which restored to the pope the posseseven in despair they can find the strength for sions he had lost. a last contest with the age. The French

“I hasten to proclaim that the highest conemperor hopes to secure a pope who will siderations of propriety are in accord with the abandon the “non possumus,” and surrender most important social interests in requiring the temporal power. The Sanfedisti are plot- that the Chief of the Church may maintain ting to fly to Verona and there elect a pope

himself on the throne which has been occuof the old stamp, a man who will yield noth- pied by his predecessor for so many centuries. ing, even to fate. The people are watching very firm on that subject, but it thinks also

The opinion of the emperor's Government is all with a dull hope that some end to their that the prudent exercise of the supreme aumisery may be attained at last. The foreign- thority, and the consent of the populations, ers have quitted the city, the populace are are in the Roman States, as elsewhere, the starving amidst their ruins, and exile and im- first conditions of the solidity of the Governprisonment are still daily inflicted. The pope

ment." is still strong to inflict suffering, and amidst incessant intrigue, the conflict of principles,

The temporal power, then, is not a sacred hopes, and fears, Antonelli still finds time to right, is not a mystery which laymen must resecure his treasure, and punish his personal ceive, as they receive hell, in undoubting foes.

though horrified respect. It is simply “ a The passions of all parties, already bitter to sovereignty,” subject to the laws which affect a degree, have been envenomed by the des- all other sovereignties liable to change-to patch in which M. Thouvenel announces to revolution, and even to extinction. The patthe Catholic powers the recognition of the rimony of St. Peter is not even the property kingdom of Italy. The French faction see of the Church, but a state, subject, like every in it the certainty of ultimate triumph, the other state, to the public law, administered Austrians the loss of their lingering hope that by the representatives of Europe. Those a Sanfedist might yet be allowed to assume representatives have dealt with it before, and the tiara in Rome. It is not, however, the may deal with it again, and their orthodoxy mere fact of the recognition which so greatly remains without influence on their political disturbs the Conclave. That was expected, right. That doctrine, never yet frankly acand the purple has not wholly extinguished knowledged by a Catholic kingdom, is, we Italian pride, even in the highest rank of need not say, fatal to the last argument in Italian priests. But the despatch lays down defence of the temporal power. If the conthe principle on which the right to rule Rome tent of the people is essential to sovereignty, must at last be decided, and that principle is the pope has no rights in Rome.

If the prufatal to the sovereignty of the popes. In the dent exercise of authority is a first condition midst of expressions, cautious beyond the of right, the prize has been forfeited by the habitual reserve of diplomacy, M. Thouvenel absence of the condition. If, finally, collecdrops one paragraph which it requires no di- tive Europe has power to decide on the plomatic skill to explain :

Roman question, the pope reigns by a suf

ferance which it needs only the assembling “I do not, however, consider it useful to of a congress to exhaust. The principle of discuss here, with the necessary development, I papal dominion is surrendered, and the pope is protected not by a right, not even by This is not, however, the end the enemies an admitted expediency, but solely by the of the papacy have begun to expect. They bayonets of the foreigners who still garrison look to a schism in the Church. It is cerRome. The negotiations for their withdrawal tain that Louis Napoleon will seek for a may be complicated and tedious, but the tem- pope anxious to forward his own views, and poral sovereignty is not among the conditions, amongst the Italian cardinals he may yet and the evacuation of Rome is therefore only discover the man. It is scarcely possible a question of time. This is obviously the that the Conclave, if it remains in Rome, view taken by the Italian premier. Baron should fail to elect the man whom the emRicasoli, when announcing the recognition of peror agrees to support. The withdrawal Italy, announced also that Italy had nothing of the garrison would else upset them and to yield to France, and expressed his confi- their system together. The cardinals, theredent hope that the negotiations for Rome fore, opposed to France, it is said, have re56 would arrive at a result which should meet solved to proceed to Verona, and there elect the best wishes of the nation,” a phrase well a pope exempt from the influence of Napounderstood to imply the entire surrender of leon. It is possible that at the last moment the secular power. Guarantees for the in- tradition and habit will be too strong. A dependence of the spiritual power are, we pope not elected in Rome would be an anomshould imagine, perfectly possible. It will aly which might offend the hearty faith even only be necessary to tear up concordats, to of Catholic priests. Should they, however, place the income of the pope, by treaty, be carry out their design, the sway of the payond the reach of Parliament, and to encircle pacy would indeed be near its end. Italy, his person, his residence, and his suite with France, and Poland would acknowledge the the privileges already conceded to the ambas- pontiff elected at Rome, and the Portuguese, sador of a first-class power. He must also, Brazilians, and American Catholics would we fear, be invested with some sort of eccle- follow an example which at once saved their siastical patronage, and it is on this point we faith, and secured their virtual independence. imagine that difference of opinion exists. The pope at Verona would be an Austrian The control of the priesthood in any country pope, acknowledged, perhaps, by men of exis a dangerous jurisdiction to surrender ; but treme opinions throughout the world, but Italy once free, the pope will pass, to a de-obeyed by only a single nationality. The gree the Conclave scarcely imagine, under days are past when an anti-pope could be the power of opinion. This is a point to regarded as vicar of Christ; and in the conwhich too little attention has been paid. At fusion the spiritual power would be quespresent the pope lives a monastic life, severed tioned as it has not been by Catholics since from all influences save those which can filter the papacy underwent its last reform. We through the deep ranks of priests, who stand confess this result seems to us to the last between him and public opinion. Surround-degree improbable. The cardinals are too ed by the citizens of a free state, compelled well aware of the charm which lingers by position to take a leading part in politics, around the seat of the old dominion ; too to guide his cardinals in the senate, and his well aware that throughout Europe the priests in every pulpit, the mind even of a Church, which once claimed to be universal, pontiff must insensibly receive a tinge from is now hated or reverenced chiefly as the the world with which he contends. The pope Catholic Church of Rome. The chair of is but a priest, and the world may yet witness St. Peter is not an article to be removed the elevation of a pontiff as practical as Leo like a bale of goods. They will falter at the X., and as strictly Italian as Julius the last hour, perhaps elect a man, who, French Second.

in appearance, is still at heart a pope.


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" Why • of course,' pray? Nor quite sunk in the languor of older count Indian features faces ? lady residents, Rosa Barrington and her

“ What! N, i, g-nig-' Cousin Florence were yet somewhat ex

“No, Rosa !” she cried, springing up in hausted by the fatigues of last night's en- her eagerness from her bamboo seat of ease, tertainment at Government House.

you shall not stain your rosy lips with such The cool season, though not quite over vile words !” She crossed the room towards “Rosa, dear, what will the warm be? "

her cousin with a gesture of reproof, earnest yielding daily to the growing ardor of an In- under playfulness. “Leave such heartless dian sun.

Wet mats of reed were dripping quips to rattlepate ensigns and raw civilians. in the verandah ; in the room punkahs never I know the style of lad from whom you catch ceased to swing. The mails would be made them up. They will know better before they up to-morrow. A ream of “ India-post ” on

command a regiment or sit in a magistrate's either open desk told of good resolutions chair. As for you, you are the daughter of concerning letters "home.” But the pens a British governor, ruling millions of these lay idle, and the fair surface of the paper dusky-faced men, and should know better showed no stain of ink.

than to scorn those over whom your father “Rosa, for shame!” cried Florence, “ In- rules !” dianizing at this hour, after all your good

" What heroics ! And you look as black intentions, too."

as thunder, or as Kali, the goddess fiend of “Only this once, Flo; we don't dance your friends the nig-Oh dear me, no! every night.”

Have mercy and pity on me, Flo dear, and His excellency's daughter drew up there- I will say the dusky millions of Hindostanwith her feet on a divan, cushioned as for indeed I will !” She clasped her hands toany Rajah's zenana.

gether, enforcing their appeal with her pret“Happily not,” answered her cousin, "and tiest look of deprecation. Very pretty, too, shall soon give over dancing altogether.”

as she was herself. Florence gave the light“Don't say “happily;' dancing is my de- est admonitory tap to the fair forehead, saylight. It is a sad season that stops it. But ing, as she “kissed the place to make it I like your admonishing me for idleness, well,”out of your casy-chair !”

Giddy brain, but good heart, I believe ! ” “ Easy-chair, indeed! A Chinese carica- “But the new faces, Flo—the pale not the ture of one. Knotty bamboo, to crumple dusky—let us talk them over a bit before we one's barège, and make dints in one's back. set to work on our letters.” Very different from your divan! !"

“Do you mean what Willie Sangster Change with me, then."

calls the griffs,' dear? Pale is hardly “ Thanks, it's too much trouble." the right epithet for their cheeks yet. Your

“You Sybarite! The bamboo knots are i noisy partner in the last quadrille, for incrumpled rose-leaves. You know your cane stance.” is cooler than my cushions."

“ What, Mr. O'Brien, with the brogue ? Florence laughed.

I thought him charming-so good-humored." “ Hadn't we some new faces here last “Yes, but as pale as a peony!” night?” said Rosa.

“ Cherry-cheeked, I must own ; but quick New shawls, dear. Was ever any thing as a flash of lightning. Such Irish sparkle like that little Cashmere chief's ? "

in his eyes! Who were you dancing with, “ They said he was a Ghoorka from Ne- by the by? You were our vis-à-ris.paul."

“A Mr. Lockyer, I think, or Lockery-I “ Perhaps he was ; but his shawls were didn't quite hear when he was introduced.” from Cashmere."

“ Who introduced him ? " “One sees too many shawls, Flo, to care Oh, young Milward." for them out here. What funny little pig's

“ And who may young Milward be, that eyes the chief himself had, like a China- we have his name off-hand already ? " man's! When I spoke of faces I meant Eu

A boy I had met a few times at home. ropean, of course."

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rymples. His sisters are very nice girls, Rosa shook her head with amazing gravity. they say."

Very serious this for the solemn griff" Is he a very nice boy?"

unless, indeed, as your friend young Mil“A very nice looking one; but with fea- ward says, you should find him in your line, tures fitted for a girl, so fine and delicate.” Miss Barrington."

“How glad he must have been to come “ If you talk nonsense, Rosa, you shall across a home-county-ball partner in Bom- hear no more of the whims which cross my bay."

fancy." Perhaps. But I think he voted me slow, 66 Whims and fancies indeed! As if 80 handed me over to his friend to be rid of Queen Florence ever had either!”

He said, “I think you'll find him in Apparently overpowered by so preposteryour line, Miss Barrington.'”

an idea, she threw herself back upon the “ And did you ?"

cushions and closed her eyes. Florence also “ He's graver and more thoughtful than lay back in her cane chair as luxuriously as the general run of 'griffs, no doubt. He it would let her. A little creaking from the owned that he was not much of a dancer. punkahs now and then enlivened the drip, And it's my private belief he'll on his friend drip, drip, from the mattings outside, but a grudge for setting him to dance attend- other sound there was none, and the cousins ance on your humble servant."

were half asleep. “Nonsense, Flo. The poor griff was over- A jaunty step, with a ring of spurs in the come by his unexpected promotion. What! stone corridor outside, aroused them presa chance introduction gain him our queenly ently. Florence's hand on his first night at Gov- “Holloa there, you young ladies !” ernment House! Depend upon it he was The intrusion was, seemingly, not unexnervous."

pected. Neither stirred hand nor foot, nor " I saw no symptoms. And yet—" opened, perceptibly, an eyelid on the in

“ Yet what, your majesty ? Now, no eva- truder. sions,” said Rosa, sitting up on the divan and “ Poor darlings !” cried his voice, with holding up her finger. “ It's my turn to be affected sentiment. “ They sleep! Sleep, wiseacre, and I caution you against all con- all unwitting of the blight which descends cealment from your best friend and adviser." on their young lives!

Florence laughed again; but a bright He advanced, bent over each in turn, blush on her countenance deepened as she shaking his head mournfully at either. Then seemed to collect her thoughts.

sunk upon a seat, and, as if overcome by Own at once, my dear Miss Florence, sorrow, hid his face in a long muslin streamer what that was which struck you in the air which hung from a queer sort of turban on and address of this solemn young griff as in- his head, pretending to sob aloud. This dicative of– I really don't know what. No was more than Rosa could stand. She sat subterfuge, and no mock modesty!" upright on her divan suddenly, and made a

" I don't know-perhaps it was a fancy. switch at him with a fly-flapper of palm leaf. When young Milward, in passing, took him “ The best and dearest girls! And both by the arm and introduced him, asking me so fond, so very, very fond of me, too! -the cool young monkey--to give his friend Both bereaved at twelve hours' notice. Oh, the next quadrille, he took no notice of me sad, sad !" with his eyes, but held his arm out, as the “Now don't be a goose, Willie,” cried first bars were playing. When, once in po- Rosa. “ What are you at ?” sition, he roused himself as an officer and “ Poor little darling, hear its prattle, its a gentleman' to make small talk, I fancied pretty prattle, unconscious of bereavement, I saw something start back in him when utterly!” his eyes met mine. In him, remember--he “ If you go on so, Willie, I'll muster never flinched one hair's-breadth.”

strength to throw this cusbion at you, that “ Well, after that ? ”

I will, spite of Princess Propriety shamming “After that he seemed annoyed at me, sleep there in her bamboo chair.” not a bit afraid—but as if anxious to give Now, Rosa," cried the princess, shocked me no more fixed looks."

at this outrageous menace, “ you shall not THIRD SERIES. LIVING AGE. 734

grees ?”

throw cushions, even at Willie, like a romp- Willie,” Rosa said, submissively, clasping ing tomboy, or I'll tell her excellency.” her hands as she had done when deprecating

“ Sorrow for her, too,” groaned the tur- Florence's playful anger. baned intruder. “Heart agonies in store, “ Tiresome! When I am trying to spare spite of her líttle hoard of maxims preach- your feelings and break it to you by deing down a cousin's heart.”

“Really, Willie, you are intolerable,” said “ Break what?" Florence.

“ The dreadful tidings, to be sure." “ Am I?” asked the offender in the cheer- Tidings of what?" iest tone imaginable, dropping his muslin “Of my departure for Calcutta by dâk toweeper and re-adjusting his disordered mus- morrow morning." tachioes. “Wait till you hear my news, Miss “Is that all?" Florence, and tell me whether that is toler- * All, indeed! Now, don't faint or scream, able. Good-morning, Rosey; you're pretty dears !” when you pout."

Upon my word now, Willie, it's too bad “And you're ugly any way,” said Rosa, of

you" which, on the whole, was true, though the “I know it is. You'll break your hearts, aide-de-camp's ugliness was of the bright, I fear, the pair of you. And then his exmanly, kindly sort.

cellency, my poor dear uncle, just as I was “How she admires me!” he said, turn- teaching him his trade of governorship, poor ing to Florence, “and conceals her infatua- man; he will be lost without me. There's tion under a thin disguise of irony. Oh one comfort though, his plans for irrigation dear! oh dear!

might be started now. The tears of the “Now do be sensible, Willie,” said Flor- young ladies of Bombay would fill a tank ence, “and if you have any thing to tell us, alone, to say nothing of the general weeptell it, without any more of this."

ing population, native and European.” “What will not female flippancy dare p.” “How long shall


Willie ? " he retorted. “ Advise me to be sensible, “Ah, my poor dears, bear up, I'm going me, whom the Brahmins consider an Avatar for good and all.”. of good sense, whom the very Mussulmans There was a touch of real feeling in the have offered to make a Moollah if I would still bantering tone of the last sentence, and only dye my turban green! Sensible, in- both the girls looked grave. deed, what next?”

You don't really mean that, Willie?" You may well say what next when you asked Florence, now with true concern. turn sensible," said Rosa, springing off the “I do indeed, though. It is felt that sofa to threaten him at close quarters with the governor-general himself needs leading the fly-flapper.

strings, even more than your dear papa, “Now, Rosa, sit down again this mo- Miss Rosey. There is but one hand fit to ment,” said Florence, drawing her gently hold them here in India," and he gracefully down on the divan beside herself. " Then waved his own. “ Wherefore I depart by we shall hear whether he has any thing to dàk to-morrow morning before sunrise, say."

obedient to superior orders, though they “ You are a learned lady, Florence,” he may lacerate your tender hearts." resumed, gravely producing a couple of little Now, tell us the real truth about it, empty medicine bottles from his coat pocket, Willie.” and handing one to each of his cousins; for “Well, the real truth is, that I belong to he, too, was a nephew of his excellency the the Bengal Presidency by rights, as you governer. “ You have a tinge of Latin, and know. I was only acting aide-de-camp can explain to poor, dear, ignorant little here to my uncle till my leave was up. But Rosey the use of lachrymatories among the you also know I have been a bit in the Pubancients. Tear-bottles, dear child - tear- lic-Works line as well as the 'right shoulders, bottles—the only two the sub-inspector of march'business; and there's a canal openhospitals could spare this morning, though ing immediately, for which I may be of use, I told him you would want them larger.” and am recalled at once, accordingly."

“Oh, don't be tiresome and absurd, dear This was a modest way of stating the fact.

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