is army and that navy to such a formidable conquest
as that of a country seven times as large as France, three thousand
miles from her shores, it is not probable that he will soon be able to
spare them for the invasion of Great Britain. Spain vainly struggled for
years to conquer her revolted provinces in America. England failed to
conquer her rebellious colonies, with a population not exceeding three
millions. France lost an army of thirty-five thousand men, veterans of
Moreau's, in the vain effort to subdue the negroes of St. Domingo.
England could desire no better scheme for the destruction of the
military strength of Napoleon than that of the attempted conquest of
Mexico. She will therefore rather stimulate than restrain the second
French emperor in his desire to devote his legions to the enlargement of
the area for the supremacy of the Latin race in America. Her motive will
be the despicable safety of her shores from Gallic invasion. For this
she sacrifices her prestige in the world--her hereditary policy--the
time-honored traditions of the Anglo-Saxon. The world hereafter is free
to the Frenchman, for robbery, spoliation, conquest, and invasion,
wherever else than in England he chooses to prosecute the vocation of
national crime. England is no longer the foe of French ambition or
rapacity. So long as France will abstain from the invasion of the
'inviolate isle,' where for almost a thousand years no foreign enemy has
placed his foot, so long she may be free from molestation from England,
whatever else she may attempt; and this is the inglorious policy of
England in the year of our Lord 1862-'3.

TEMPTATION.

[A literal translation of this remarkable prose-poem was kindly
placed in our hands by Prof. Podbielski. It is allegorical
throughout, every phase of its marvellous symbolism resting upon
dire and tragic truth.

The many times murdered Mother is of course Poland. We hope that
the publication of this prophetic vision of her great son, patriot,
poet, statesman, and sage, as he undoubtedly was, may excite a
vivid interest at the present hour, when that heroic but unhappy
country is again struggling for life and freedom.

In its present English form, 'Temptation' is reverently dedicated
to the patriot sons of the Mother of heroes, by MARTHA W.
COOK.]

Alas, crimsoned with blood and swollen with tears run our troubled
life-waves!
Fr