from Monday night until Tuesday, he did not utter a
single word. He did not seem able to distinguish the persons
who were around him. About eleven o'clock on Tuesday evening he
appeared to revive a little. The Abbe Jelowicki had never left
him. Hardly had he recovered the power of speech, than he
requested him to recite with him the prayers and litanies for
the dying. He was able to accompany the Abbe in an audible and
intelligible voice. From this moment until his death, he held
his head constantly supported upon the shoulder of M. Gutman,
who, during the whole course of this sickness, had devoted his
days and nights to him.

'A convulsive sleep lasted until the 17th of October, 1849. The
final agony commenced about two o'clock; a cold sweat ran
profusely from his brow; after a short drowsiness, he assessed
in a voice scarcely audible: 'Who is near me?' Being answered;
he bent his head to kiss the hand of M. Gutman, who still
supported it--while giving this last tender proof of love and
gratitude, the soul of the artist left its fragile clay. He
died as he had lived--in loving.

'His love for flowers being well known, they were brought in
such quantities the next day, that the bed in which they had
placed them, and indeed the whole room, almost disappeared,
hidden by their varied and brilliant hues. He seemed to repose
in a garden of roses. His face regained its early beauty, its
purity of expression, its long unwonted serenity. Calmly--with
his youthful loveliness, so long dimmed by bitter suffering,
restored by death--he slept among the flowers he loved, the
last long and dreamless sleep!'

'We must not forget to thank the intelligent translator of this volume
for the fidelity with which she has executed her by no means easy task.
The elevated, almost aerial conceptions of Liszt, often seeming as if
they disdained the bonds of language, are presented in lucid, idiomatic
English, which derives a certain vital force more from warmth of
sympathy with the original than from the use of any of the arts of
vigorous expression.'

ROCKFORD; or, Sunshine and Storm. By Mrs. LILLIE DEVEREUX
UMSTED. Author of Southwold. Carleton, publisher, 413 Broadway,
New York.

A novel of considerable ability. The characters are well drawn, and the
moral unexceptionable. The scenes occu