Capitol, and near it an equestrian statue of himself in brass. Thus he showed himself inferior to Marcellus in his taste for the fine arts, and still more so in mercy and humanity. Marcellus in this respect had greatly the advantage. Hannibal had hastened to the relief of Tarentum, and, being within five miles of it when it was taken, he scrupled not to say publicly, "The Romans too have their Hannibal, for we have lost Tarentum in the same manner that we gained it." And in private he then first acknowledged to his friends that he had always thought it difficult, but now saw it was impossible with the forces he had, to conquer Italy. Fabius for this was honored with a triumph more splendid than the former, having gloriously maintained the field against Hannibal and baffled all his schemes with ease, just as an able wrestler disengages himself from the arms of his antagonist, whose grasp no longer retains the same vigor, for Hannibal's army was now partly enervated with opulence and luxury, and partly impaired and worn out with continual action. Marcus Livius, who commanded in Tarentum when it was betrayed to Hannibal, retired into the citadel and held it till the town was retaken by the Romans. This officer beheld with pain the honors conferred upon Fabius, and one day his envy and vanity drew from him this expression in the Sen paid to Fabius, they elected his son consu!. When he had entered upon his office and was settling some point relating to the war, the father, either on account of his age and infirmities or else to try his son, mounted his horse to ride up to him. The young consul, seeing him at a distance, would not suffer it, but sent one of the lictors to his father with orders for him to dismount and to come on foot to the consul if he had any occasion to apply to him. The whole assembly were moved at this, and cast their eyes upon Fabius, by their silence and their looks expressing their resentment of the indignity offered to a person of his character. But he instantly alighted and ran to his son and embraced him with great tenderness. "My son," said he, "I applaud your sentiments and your behavior. You know what a people you command and have a just sense of the dignity of your office. This was the way that we and our forefathers took to advance Rome to her present height of glory, always considering the honor and interest of our country before that of our own fathers and children." Soon after, Scipio defeated Hannibal in a pitched battle, pulled down the pride of Carthage and trod it under foot. This afforded the Romans a pleasure beyond all their hopes and restored a firmness to their empire, which had been shaken with so many tempests. But Fabius Maximus did not live. to the end of the war to hear of the overthrow of Hannibal or to see the prosperity "True," said Fabius, laughing; "for if of his country re-established, for about the you had not lost the town, I had never time that Hannibal left Italy he fell sick recovered it." and died. We are assured that EpaminonAmong other honors which the Romans das died so poor that the Thebans buried ate: "I, not Fabius, was the cause of recovering Tarentum." him at the public charge, for at his death | glistened in every eye. The tenderness of nothing was found in his house but an iron the scene exceeded all description. spit. The expense of Fabius's funeral was not, indeed, defrayed out of the Roman treasury, but every citizen contributed a small piece of money toward it—not that he died without effects, but that they might bury him as the father of the people, and that the honors paid him at his death might be suitable to the dignity of his life. Translation of JOHN and WILLIAM LANGHORNE. When the last of the officers had taken his leave, Washington left the room and passed through the corps of light infantry to the place of embarkation. The officers followed in a solemn, mute procession with dejected countenances. On his entering the barge to cross the North River, he turned toward the companions of his glory, and, by waving his hat, bid them a silent adieu. Some of them answered this last signal of respect and affection with tears, and all of them gazed upon WASHINGTON RESIGNING HIS COM- the barge which conveyed him from their THE MISSION. E hour now approached in which it became necessary for the American chief to take leave of his officers, who had been endeared to him by a long series of common sufferings and dangers. This was done in a solemn manner. The officers having previously assembled for the purpose, General Washington joined them, and, calling for a glass of wine, thus addressed them: With a heart full of love and gratitude, I now take leave of you. I must devoutly wish that your latter days may be as prosperous and happy as your former ones have been glorious and honorable." Having drank, he added, "I cannot come to each of you to take my leave, but shall be obliged to you if each of you will come and take me by the hand." General Knox, being next, turned to him. Incapable of utterance, Washington grasped his hand and embraced him. The officers came up successively, and he took an affectionate leave of each of them. Not a word was articulated on either side. A majestic silence prevailed. The tear of sensibility sight till they could no longer distinguish in it the person of their beloved commander-inchief. The army being disbanded, Washington proceeded to Annapolis, then the seat of Congress, to resign his commission. On his way thither he of his own accord delivered to the comptroller of accounts, in Philadelphia, an account of the expenditure of all the public money he had ever received. This was in his own handwriting, and every entry was made in a very particular manner. Vouchers were produced for every item, except for secret intelligence and services, which amounted to no more than 1982 pounds 10 shillings sterling. The whole which, in the course of eight years of war, had passed through his hands, amounted only to 14,479 pounds 18 shillings 9 pence sterling. Nothing was charged or retained for personal services, and actual disbursements had been managed with such economy and fidelity that they were all covered by the above moderate sum. After accounting for all his expenditures of public money (secret-service money, for obvious reasons, excepted) with all the exactness which established forms required from the in- | I would not trouble him to accompany me ferior officers of his army, he hastened to resign into the hands of the fathers of his country the powers with which they had invested him. This was done in a public audience. Congress received him as the founder and guardian of the republic. While he appeared before them, they silently retraced the scenes of danger and distress through which they had passed together. They recalled to mind the blessings of freedom and peace purchased by his arm. They gazed with wonder on their fellow-citizen, who appeared more great and worthy of esteem in resigning his power than he had done in gloriously using it. Every heart was big with emotion. Tears of admiration and gratitude burst from every eye. The general sympathy was felt by the resigning hero, and wet his cheek with a manly tear. DAVID RAMSEY. FREDERICA BREMER. F it should so happen," says this lady in a letter to her friend Mary Howitt, "that, as regards me, any one should wish to cast a kind glance behind the curtain which conceals a somewhat eventful life, he may discover that I was born on the banks of the Aura, a river which flows through Abo, and that several of the venerable and learned men of the university were my godfathers. At the age of three years I was removed with my family from my native country of Finland into Sweden, where my father purchased an estate, after he had sold his property in Finland (about that time ceded a province of Russia). If any one kindly follows me to my new home, from childhood to youth, through the inward elementary chaos and the outward uninteresting and commonplace picture of a family which every autumn removed in their covered carriage from their estate in the country to their house in the capital, and every spring trundled back again from their house in the capital to their country-seat. Nor would I inflict upon him minute sketches of the young daughters who played on the piano, sang ballads, read novels, drew in black chalk and looked forward with longing glances to the future, when they hoped to see and do wonderful things. With humility I must confess that I always regarded myself as a heroine. Casting a glance into the family circle, it would be seen that its members collected in the evening in the great drawing-room of their country home, where the works of German poets were read aloud, and those of Schiller made a profound impression on the mind of one young girl in particular. A deeper glance into her soul will show that a heavy reality of sorrow was spreading by degrees a dark cloud over the splendor of her youthful dreams. Like early evening it came over the path of the young pilgrim of life, and earnestly, but in vain, she endeavored to escape it. There is a significant picture at the commencement of every mythology. In the beginning there is a bright and warm and divine principle which allies itself to darkness, and from this union of light and darkness, of fire and tears, proceeds a god. I believe that something similar to this takes place in every human being who is born to a deeper life, and something similar took place in her who writes these lines. Looking at her a few years later, it will be seen that a great change has | Neighbors, a picture of domestic life in Swetaken place. Her eyes have long been filled den which strongly recommended itself by with tears of unspeakable joy; she is like its originality to the favor of its readers. one who has arisen from the grave to a new Encouraged by the warm reception accorded life. What has caused this change? Have to this work, its translator, Mrs. Howitt, proher splendid youthful dreams been accom- duced, in 1843, The Home, and subsequently plished? Is she a heroine? Has she be- introduced to our acquaintance in an English come victorious in beauty or renown? No; dress The Diary, The H. Family, The Presthe illusions of youth are past, the season of ident's Daughters, Nina, Brothers and Sisyouth is over, and yet she is again young, ters, Life in Dalecarlia and The Midnight for there is freedom in the depth of her soul; Sun. the light has penetrated the darkness and illuminated the night; whilst, with her eye fixed upon that light, she has exclaimed, with tears of joy, 'Death, where is thy sting? Grave, where is thy victory?' Many a grave since then has been opened to receive those whom she tenderly loved, many a pang has been felt since then; but the heart throbs joyfully and the dark night is over. If it be desired to hear anything of my writings, it may be said that they began in the eighth year of my age, when I apostrophized the moon in French verses, and that during the greater part of my youth I continued to write in the same ambitious strain. At the present time, although I stand on the verge of the autumn of my life, I still see the same objects which surrounded me in the early days of my spring, and am still so happy as to possess, out of many dear ones, a beloved mother and sister. The mountains which surround our dwellings, and upon which Gustavus Adolphus assembled his troops before he went as a deliverer to Germany, appear to me no less beautiful than they were in the days of childhood." To this pleasant autobiographical sketch some further facts remain to be added. In the year 1842 the English literary world was agreeably startled by the publication of The In 1849, Miss Bremer bade adieu to the two beloved relatives who represented the gay family circle of other days, and realized her long-cherished project of a journey to America and a careful and prolonged investigation of its various points of interest. Her progress was facilitated by the most cordial and universal hospitality, and, although this personal experience tended naturally to tint couleur de rose her sketches of domestic society, it may be doubted if any previous travellers in America of her sex have presented us with more sound and comprehensive views of its great political and social institutions generally, or more glowing and vivid descriptions of the scenery and moral and physical atmosphere of the Southern States, than she has done. During the course of Miss Bremer's wanderings she addressed a large number of letters to her sister, which formed the nucleus. of the work entitled Homes of the New World, published in 1853. It made its appearance simultaneously in England, the United States and Sweden, the manuscript sheets having been submitted to the hands of her former experienced and careful translator. On her return from America, in 1851, this should have been the case on five dif ferent occasions is a most improbable story, and the notion seems to have originated in the common illiberal jealousy of female genius. The women of Greece furnish perpetual instances of fine intellect, and I know not if Sappho be excelled by any male writer in a style at once energetic and simple. The statue of Pindar was erected in the circus of games at Thebes. His house was spared by the Spartans when they took that city—an honor equally paid to it by Alexander-to which circumstance Milton alludes in his noble sonnet written "when the assault was intended to the city:" Miss Bremer lingered for some time in Eng- | were biased by the lady's beauty, but that land, cementing old friendships and forming new ones, but the fatal illness of her only sister gave her a melancholy summons homeward, and she arrived to find yet another vacancy at her domestic hearth. After her return to Sweden her energies and interests were especially concentrated on the educational movement having reference to the children of the poorest classes, with whom, it may be remembered, Madame Goldschmidt a few years ago displayed so generous and practical a sympathy. The old Scandinavian land, therefore, owes to these its daughters not merely the prestige of their individual gifts, but the promotion of the great fundamental principle of social virtue and order. Miss Bremer was born August 17, 1801; she died December 31, 1866. THOMPSON COOPER. PINDARUS PINDAR. INDARUS was born at Thebes, in Boeotia, about forty years before Xerxes the Persian invaded Greece (B. C. 521). He was regarded with such veneration that the priestess of the Delphic oracle ordered the people to appropriate to him a share of their first-fruits, and an iron chair was placed for him in the temple of Apollo, in which he was accustomed to sit and declaim his verses. Hiero, king of Sicily, was his patron, and he was engaged at a great price by the different conquerors in the games of Greece to compose triumphal odes in their honor. Although generally unrivalled in the national contests of poetry, he was nevertheless five times surpassed by the poetess Corinna. Pausanias, indeed, alleges that the umpires 'Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower; The moderns have felt it necessary to admire Pindar, but, as they have admired him on quite a mistaken principle, much of this enthusiasm is probably affected. They have applied the traditional character of his lost poems to those which now remain. Horace describes him in these terms: "Pindar's a mighty, raging flood That from some mountain flows- Whose force no limit knows."-Oldsworth. And this description has led the critics and the early translators of Pindar, with Cowley at their head, to fancy that they see in him an unbridled and irregular imagination; and we are told of torrent verse, of unfathomable depths, and of heights such as Cowley: himself describes in his paraphrase of Horace with that genuine poetic feeling which |