harmony
        is art; to be pleased with it therefore, implies a mind and
        ear cultivated and refined.  The same remark hold good with
        instrumental music.

    [8] We apologize to our zealous correspondent for omitting the
        ingenious defence of War, contained in the Note to this passage. 
        Its insertion would involve ourselves in a war—­we mean of
        “words, words, words.”  As a private opinion, we admit the
        argument of the defence; though it militates so strongly with
        passion and prejudice that its insertion would be the war-hoop
        for a whole community of peace-makers to break in upon our
        literary otium. We wish to be the last in the world to feed
        a popular fallacy on any subject; but in some respects the
        argument employed in the journal quoted by M.L.B. is of too
        general a description to controvert the error in the present
        case.  We must be courteous—­though not of the court:  ours is a
        system of non-intervention in politics; ever, in matters of
        literary dispute we do little more than “bite our thumb.”  It is
        hoped our correspondent will rightly understand us; and so now,
        like Mr. Peake’s bashful man in the farce, we offer our apology
        for having apologized.  By the way, in the, newspapers is
        advertised a pamphlet, containing an apology for its
        publication.—­ED, M.

    [9] It is a pity that when Voltaire wrote this clever paper, Gas and
        Steam were not in vogue to add to the “astonishments” of Tullia. 
        This would also most miraculously have assisted Madame de Genlis,
        in that no less clever exposition of the wonders of nature and
        art, the story of Alphonso and Thelismon.

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THE YEAR OF WATERLOO.

[In continuation of our extracts from the very amusing Private Correspondence of a Woman of Fashion are the following incidents of this memorable era.]

Return of Napoleon.—­At half-past nine o’clock the secretary announced to us that Napoleon had entered Paris quietly, without pageantry or mark of splendid triumph, and was seated at supper in the vacated palace of Louis XVIII!—­

  “On that same throne where Henri great and good,
  In glory sat—­now sits this man of blood;
  Yet let not prejudice debase my line,
  As warrior, as statesman, let him shine,—­
  Through all the world his mighty name resound,
  For arts of peace and deeds of arms renown’d: 
  Mark with what steady hand he rules the State! 
  Yet wants the stamp of Virtue to be Great!”