Such an education being real, and appealing to all the faculties, does not eventuate in vain aspirings; but fits each for his place and work—­fits for making that great and happy discovery, that the best talents and the most complete cultivation of them can not only find in every employment scope for real exercise, but in the commonest and simplest occupations will be more expert and successful than uncultured ignorance can possibly be.  In this view, the true education tends not to level but to utilize, to make the most of every man’s special aptitudes for his special field.  Such an education monarchy and aristocracy might dread, and reaective tendencies have already, indeed, blighted the once pattern school-system of Prussia, while they are believed to threaten a like step in England.  But the idea of such an education as we have striven to portray, harmonizes with the spirit and objects of a commonwealth, and if we mistake not, to the perpetuity and perfection of free institutions it may yet be found the condition precedent.

TRAVEL-PICTURES.

A QUIET COURT IN PARIS.

No lodging on a village street could be quieter than my room in Paris, and yet the court it opened upon was not more than an easy stone’s throw from the gayest part of the Boulevards.  Once within the great wooden gate and up the narrow lane conducting to the court, and you seemed to have left the great world as completely behind you as if it had been a dream.  It was one of the smallest of Parisian courts, and—­to me its chief recommendation—­one of the neatest.  With its two or three small stuccoed houses built around, it reminded one rather of inclosures that you see in provincial towns in France than of the damp, high-walled courts, so common in the capital.  In one of these small houses, looking out upon the sunny, cheerful yard, I had my room, and as I often sat at the window, I began by degrees to take some interest in the movements of my neighbors, as we can hardly help doing when the same persons pass in and out before our eyes for many days in succession.  The house was rented or owned by an elderly lady, who, with her niece and an old servant-woman, seemed to be its only occupants, with the exception of two American boys, attending school by day at one of the large Pensions so numerous in Paris.  Kinder people can not be found any where, and fortunate indeed is the sojourner in a strange land who falls in with such good hearts.  Their history was a singular one, and I did not really learn it till my return to Paris, after a long absence.  They interested me very much, from the first day.  The lady and her niece had seen better days, and were notable partisans of the Orleans family, whose memory they deeply reverenced.  Politics, indeed, could make but little difference to them, passing, as they did, most of their lives in their quiet rooms; but such interest as they had in it clung to what they considered the model royal