remained no less a believer in and lover of mankind. Brighter days for
France may lead her artists to a healthier and freer development; but
they can never be more single-hearted, true, and loving than Ary
Scheffer.


[1] This picture is now in the Louvre. It is a composition of
great dramatic power. Mrs. Stowe gives a graphic description of the
effect it produced upon her, in her "Sunny Memories of Sunny Lands."




A VISIT TO MARTHA'S VINEYARD.


We have all, in our days of atlases and "the use of the globes," been
made aware of the fact, that off the southern shore of Massachusetts
lies a long and narrow island, called Martha's Vineyard, one of the many
defences thrown out by the beleaguered New England coast against its
untiring foe, the Atlantic.

But how many are those who know more than this? How many have visited
it, inquired into its traditions, classified its curiosities, mineral,
saline, and human? How many have seen Gay Head and the Gay-Head Indians?
Not many, truly; and yet the island is well worth a visit, and will
repay the tourist better for his time and labor than any jaded, glaring,
seaside watering-place, with its barrack of white hotel, and its crowd
of idle people.