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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly
+Magazine, February 1844, by Various
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+Title: The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, February 1844
+       Volume 23, Number 2
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+Author: Various
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+    T H E  K N I C K E R B O C K E R.
+
+VOL. XXIII.      FEBRUARY, 1844.      NO. 2.
+
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+SICILIAN SCENERY AND ANTIQUITIES.
+
+BY THOMAS COLE.
+
+
+A few months only have elapsed since I travelled over the classic land of
+Sicily; and the impressions left on my mind by its picturesqueness,
+fertility, and the grandeur of its architectural remains, are more vivid,
+and fraught with more sublime associations, than any I received during my
+late sojourn in Europe. The pleasure of travelling, it seems to me, is
+chiefly experienced after the journey is over; when we can sit down by our
+own snug fire-side, free from all the fatigues and annoyances which are
+its usual concomitants; and, if our untravelled friends are with us,
+indulge in the comfortable and harmless vanity of describing the wonders
+and dangers of those distant lands, and like Goldsmith's old soldier,
+'Shoulder the crutch and _show_ how fields were won.' I was about to
+remark, that those who travel only in books travel with much less
+discomfort, and perhaps enjoy as much, as those who travel in reality; but
+I fancy there are some of my young readers who would rather test the
+matter by their own experience, than by the inadequate descriptions which
+I have to offer them.
+
+Sicily, as is well known, is the largest island in the Mediterranean Sea.
+It was anciently called Trinacria, from its triangular shape, and is about
+six hundred miles in circumference. Each of its extremities is terminated
+by a promontory, one of which was called by the ancients Lilybeum, and
+faces Africa; another called Pachynus, faces the Peloponessus of Greece;
+and the third, Pelorum, now Capo di Boco, faces Italy. The aspect of the
+country is very mountainous: some of the mountains are lofty; but towering
+above all, like an enthroned spirit, rises Ętna. His giant form can be
+seen from elevated grounds in the most remote parts of the island, and the
+mariner can discern his snowy crown more than a hundred miles. But Sicily
+abounds in luxuriant plains and charming valleys, and its soil is
+proverbially rich: it once bore the appellation of the Granary of Rome;
+and it is now said that if properly tilled it would produce more grain
+than any country of its size in the world. Its beauty and fertility were
+often celebrated by ancient bards, who described the sacred flocks and
+herds of Apollo on its delightful slopes. The plain of Enna, where
+Proserpine and her nymphs gathered flowers, was famous for delicious
+honey; and according to an ancient writer, hounds lost their scent when
+hunting, in consequence of the odoriferous flowers which perfumed the air;
+and this may be no fable; for in Spring, as I myself have seen, the
+flowers are abundant and fragrant beyond description; and it seemed to me
+that the gardens of Europe had been supplied with two-thirds of their
+choicest treasures from the wild stores of Sicily.
+
+The history of Sicily is as varied and interesting as the features of its
+surface; but of this I must give only such a brief and hurried sketch as,
+to those who are not conversant with it, will serve to render the scenes I
+intend to describe more intelligible and interesting than they otherwise
+would be. Its early history, then, like that of most nations of antiquity,
+is wrapped in obscurity. Poets feign that its original inhabitants were
+Cyclops; after them the Sicani, a people supposed to have been from Spain,
+were the possessors; then came the Siculi, a people of Italy. The
+enterprising Phoenicians, those early monarchs of the sea, whose ships had
+even visited the remote and barbarous shores of Britain, formed some
+settlements upon it; and in the eighth century before Christ various
+colonies of Greeks were planted on its shores, and became in time the sole
+possessors of the island. These Grecian founders of Syracuse, Gela, and
+Agrigentum, seduced from their own country by the love of enterprise, or
+driven by necessity or revolution from their homes, brought with them the
+refinement, religion, and love of the beautiful, that have distinguished
+their race above all others; and in a short time after their establishment
+in Sicily, the magnificence of their cities, the grandeur of their
+temples, equalled if they did not surpass those of their fatherland. About
+the year 480 before Christ, a fierce enemy landed on the coast of Sicily
+with two thousand gallies: this was the warlike Carthaginian, whose altars
+smoked with the sacrifice of human victims. This formidable invader was
+defeated under the great Gelon of Syracuse, who was called the father of
+his country; but the Carthaginians, returned again and with better
+fortune, at length became masters of the island. The Romans next conquered
+Sicily, and held it for several centuries. The Saracens in the ninth
+century were in the full tide of successful conquest. They landed first in
+the bay of Mazara, near Selinuntium, and after various conflicts and
+fortune, finally subjugated the whole island in the year 878. The crescent
+continued to glitter over the towers of Sicily for about three centuries,
+when the Normans, a band of adventurers whom the crusades of the Holy
+Sepulchre had brought from their northern homes, after a conflict of
+thirty years under Count Roger, expelled the Saracen in the year 1073, and
+planted the banner of the cross in every city of the land. Soon after that
+time it came under Spain and Austria; France and England have severally
+been its rulers. It is now under the crown of Naples.
+
+Such is a brief outline of the eventful history of Sicily; a land formed
+by nature in her fairest mould; but which the crimes and ambition of men
+have desecrated by violence, oppression, and bloodshed; and with the
+substitution of a word, one might exclaim with the poet:
+
+    'SICILIA! O SICILIA! thou who hast
+    The fatal gift of beauty, which became
+    A funeral dower of present woes and past,
+    On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame,
+    And annals graved in characters of flame.
+    Oh GOD! that thou wert in thy nakedness
+    Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim
+    Thy right, and awe the robbers back who press
+  To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress!'
+
+Her brightest age was when the Greek threw the light of his genius around
+her; when rose those mighty temples which now, even in their ruin, call
+forth the wonder and admiration of the traveller; her greatest degradation
+was in the age just passed away. As an exemplification of this, it is
+sufficient to say, that from the time of the Norman until the accession of
+the present monarch, a space of seven hundred years, not a single road has
+been constructed in the island. But we have reason to believe that a
+brighter day now dawns, and that ere long the sun of civilization will
+dispel the clouds that have so long overshadowed the mountains of Sicily.
+
+He who would make a tour through this magnificent land, must make up his
+mind to submit to much fatigue, some danger, and innumerable annoyances;
+such as filth, bad fare, the continual torment of vermin; lodgings, to
+which a stable with clean hay would be in comparison a paradise; knavish
+attempts at imposition of various kinds, etc. He must mount on a mule
+whose saddle is of rude and of abominable construction; whose bit is a
+sort of iron vice, which clasps the animal's nose and under-jaw, and every
+day wears away the flesh; and whose bridle is a piece of rope fastened to
+the bit on one side only. He must ford rivers of various depth; he must
+fear no ascent or descent, however precipitous, if there appears to be a
+track; and at times he must have a careful eye to the priming of his
+pistol; and above all, a patient and enduring temper is a _great_ comfort.
+
+The aspect of Sicily is widely different from that of this country; its
+beauty is dependent on other forms and associations. _Here_, we have vast
+forests that stretch their shady folds in melancholy grandeur; the
+mountain tops themselves are clad in thick umbrage, which, rejoicing in
+the glory of the autumnal season, array themselves in rainbow dyes.
+_There_, no wide forests shade the land; but mountains more abrupt than
+ours, and bearing the scars of volcanic fire and earthquake on their
+brows, are yet clothed with flowers and odoriferous shrubs. The plains and
+slopes of the mountains are now but partially under cultivation; vineyards
+and olive-groves generally clothe the latter, while over the gentler
+undulating country, or the plains, fenceless fields stretch far away, a
+wilderness of waving grain, through which the traveller may ride for hours
+nor meet a human being, nor see a habitation, save when he lifts his eyes
+to some craggy steep or mountain pinnacle, where stands the clustered
+village. The villages and larger towns are generally set among groves of
+orange, almond, and pomegranate trees, with here and there a dark Carruba,
+or Leutisk tree, casting its ample shade. Fields of the broad bean, the
+chief food of the laboring classes, serves at times to vary with vivid
+green the monotony of the landscape. The traveller rolls along over no
+Macadamised road in his comfortable carriage, but mounted on his mule,
+leaves him to choose his own track among the numerous ones that form what
+is called the _strada-maėstro_, or master-road, between city and city.
+Here and there he will come to a stone fountain, constructed perhaps
+centuries ago, which still furnishes a delightful beverage for himself and
+beast. Oftentimes the road leads through a country entirely waste, and
+covered with tall bunches of grass or the dwarfish palmetto; sometimes in
+the cultivated districts the road is bounded by the formidable
+prickly-pear, which grows to the height of twenty feet, or by rows of the
+stately aloe, and not unfrequently by wild hedges of myrtle, intertwined
+with innumerable climbing plants, whose flowers the traveller can pick as
+he rides along. Generally the road-side is perfectly enamelled with
+flowers of various hue and fragrance. No majestic river, like the Hudson,
+spreads before him, with all its glittering sails and swift steam-boats;
+but ever and anon the blue and placid Mediterranean bounds his vision, or
+indents the shore, with here and there a picturesque and lazy barque
+reflected in the waves.
+
+I have before said that the towns and villages are generally perched like
+eagles' nests in high places. This is particularly the case with those of
+the interior: many of them are inaccessible to carriages, except the
+_Letiga_, a sort of large sedan-chair, gaudily decorated with pictures of
+saints, and suspended between two mules, one of which trots before and the
+other behind, to the continual din of numerous bells and the harsh shouts
+of the muleteers. I never saw one of these vehicles, which are the only
+travelling carriages of the interior of Sicily, without thinking that
+there might be a _land-sickness_ even worse than a sea-sickness; for the
+motion of the letiga in clambering up and down the broken steeps must be
+far more tempestuous than any thing ever experienced at sea. Between
+village and village you see no snug villa, farm-house, or cottage by the
+road-side, or nestling among the trees; but here and there a gloomy
+castellated building, a lonely ruin or stern Martello tower, whose
+dilapidated walls crown some steep headland, against whose base washes the
+ever-murmuring waves. Now the traveller descends to the beach, his only
+road; the mountains are far inland, or dip their broad bases in the
+sea-foam, or impend in fearful masses over his head. He ascends again, and
+journeys over wastes which undoubtedly in the time of the Greek and the
+Roman were covered with fruits and grain; but which now are treeless and
+desolate as the deep whose breezes stir the flowers that deck them. At
+times he must ford streams, which, if swollen with late rains, are
+perilous in the extreme.
+
+I remember once on my journey descending from one of those treeless wastes
+upon a spot very different from any thing on this side of the Atlantic. It
+was called Verdura, from its green and verdant character. A stream which
+flowed through a plain bounded by lofty mountains here fell into the sea.
+A large mill, which much resembles an ancient castle, and in all
+probability had served both purposes in times gone by, stood near. Upon
+the sandy beach close by, and hauled entirely out of the water, lay
+several vessels in the style of Homer's ships; and I have no doubt bore a
+strong resemblance to ships of ancient time, for they were picturesquely
+formed, and painted fantastically with figures of fishes and eyes. The
+wild-looking mariners were lounging lazily about in their shaggy capotes,
+or engaged in loading their vessels with grain, the product of the
+neighboring plains. Up the steep we had just descended a letiga was slowly
+winding; and on a green declivity overlooking the sea, a flock of goats
+were browsing, and their shepherd reclined near in listless idleness. Open
+and treeless as was this scene, there was such a peaceful character about
+it, such an air of primitive simplicity, that it made a strong impression
+on my mind.
+
+It does not come within the scope of this paper to offer any description
+of the larger cities of Sicily, Palermo, Messina, etc. Most readers have
+seen accounts of them more ample and more interesting than I could offer.
+Of the smaller places I must content myself with giving a very general
+description, so that I may retain the requisite space, in this division of
+my article, for some notice of an ascent which I made to the sublime
+summit of Mount Ętna.
+
+The secondary towns to which I have alluded, such as Calatifini, Sciacca,
+Caltagerone, etc., are in general picturesquely situated, and are built in
+a massive and sometimes even in a magnificent style. The churches and
+houses are all of hewn stone, and exhibit the various styles of
+architecture of the builders; the Saracenic, the Norman-Gothic, or the
+later Spanish taste. Sometimes the styles are fantastically intermixed;
+but the whole, to the architect, is extremely interesting. Flat roofs and
+projecting stone balconies from the upper windows are perhaps the most
+characteristic features of the houses. The churches, though large, are
+seldom beautiful specimens of architecture; and the interior is in general
+extremely ornate, and decorated with gaudy gilding and pictures, and
+images of CHRIST and saints, disgustingly painted. The streets, wide or
+narrow, would appear to us somewhat gloomy and prison-like; and paint is a
+thing scarcely known on the exterior or perhaps interior of an ordinary
+house. The air of the interior of the common houses of the Sicilian towns
+is as gloomy and comfortless as can be imagined. A few wooden benches, a
+table firmly fixed in the stone pavement, a fire-place composed of a few
+blocks of stone placed on the floor, the smoke of which is allowed to make
+its escape as it best can at the window, which is always destitute of
+glass, and is closed by a rude wooden shutter when required; a bed
+consisting of a mattress of the same hue as the floor, raised a few feet
+from it by means of boards on a rude frame; some sheep-skins for blankets,
+and sheets of coarse stuff whose color serves as an effectual check on the
+curiosity of him who would pry too closely into its texture; are the chief
+articles of furniture to be found in the habitations of the Sicilian poor.
+Beside the human inhabitants of these uninviting abodes, there are
+innumerable lively creatures, whose names it were almost impolite to
+mention in polished ears; and I might not have alluded to them had they
+confined themselves to such places; but they rejoice in the palace as well
+as in the cottage, and to the traveller's sorrow inflict themselves
+without his consent as travelling companions through the whole Sicilian
+tour.
+
+The houses of the more wealthy are spacious and airy, but not much
+superior in point of comfort. They are often of commanding exterior, and
+are called _palazzi_, or palaces. Of course, there are exceptions to this
+general character of discomfort; but judging from my own observation, they
+are few. On approaching a Sicilian village, the eye of the traveller will
+almost surely be attracted by a capacious and solid building, surmounted
+by a belfry-tower, and commanding the most charming prospect in the
+vicinity. It is surrounded with orange groves and cypress-trees, and looks
+like a place fitted for the enjoyment of a contemplative life. He will not
+long remain in doubt as to the purpose of the building whose site is so
+delightfully chosen; for walking slowly along the shady path, or seated in
+some pleasant nook, singly or in groups, he will perceive the long-robed
+monks, the reverend masters of the holy place.
+
+Connoisseurs say that a landscape is imperfect without figures; and as
+that is the case in a picture, it is most probably so in a magazine
+article; and the reader might complain if I were to neglect giving some
+slight outlines of the figures of the Sicilian landscape. In travelling
+from city to city, although they may not be more than twenty miles apart,
+the wayfarer meets with very few persons on the road; seldom an
+individual, and only now and then, at an interval of miles, a group of men
+mounted on mules, each person carrying a gun; or perhaps a convoy of
+loaded mules and asses with several muleteers, some mounted and some on
+foot, who urge by uncouth cries and blows the weary beasts over the rocky
+or swampy ground, or up some steep acclivity or across some torrent's bed.
+At times he will see a shepherd or two watching their flocks; these are
+half-naked, wild looking beings, scarcely raised in the scale of
+intelligence above their bleating charge. Their dwelling may be hard by, a
+conical hut of grass or straw, or a ruined tower. On the fertile slopes or
+plains he will sometimes observe a dozen yokes of oxen ploughing abreast.
+The laborers probably chose this contiguity for the sake of company across
+the wide fields. If the grass or grain is to be cut, it is by both men and
+women armed with a rude sickle only. It is seldom you meet either man or
+woman on foot upon the roads; men scarcely ever. Donkeys are about as
+numerous as men, and their ludicrous bray salutes your ear wherever the
+human animal is to be seen.
+
+The peasant-women through a great part of Sicily wear a semi-circular
+piece of woollen cloth over their heads; it is always black or white, and
+hangs in agreeable folds over the neck and shoulders. There is but little
+beauty among them; and alas! how should there be? They are in general
+filthy; the hair of both old and young is allowed to fall in uncombed
+elf-locks about their heads; and the old women are often hideous and
+disgustful in the extreme. The heart bleeds for the women: they have more
+than their share of the labors of the field; they have all the toils of
+the men, added to the pains and cares of womanhood. They dig, they reap,
+they carry heavy burthens--burthens almost incredible. In the vicinity of
+Ętna I met a woman walking down the road knitting: on her head was a large
+mass of lava weighing at least thirty pounds, and on the top of this lay a
+small hammer. Being puzzled to know why the woman carried such a piece of
+lava where lava was so abundant, I inquired 'the wherefore' of Luigi, our
+guide. He answered that as she wished to knit, and not having pockets, she
+had taken that plan to carry the little hammer conveniently. That piece of
+stone, which would break our necks to carry, was evidently to her no more
+than a heavy hat would be to us. It may be thought that I draw a sorry
+picture of these poor Islanders; but I would have it understood that on
+the side of Messina, and some other parts, there is apparently a little
+more civilization; but they are an oppressed and degraded peasantry;
+ignorant, superstitious, filthy, and condemned to live on the coarsest
+food. They are as the beasts that perish, driven by necessity to sow that
+which they may not reap. How applicable are the words of ADDISON:
+
+  'How has kind Heaven adorn'd the happy land
+  And scattered blessings with a wasteful hand!
+  But what avails her unexhausted stores,
+  Her blooming mountains and her sunny shores,
+  With all the gifts that heaven and earth impart,
+  The smiles of nature and the charms of art,
+  While proud oppression in her valleys reigns,
+  And tyranny usurps her happy plains?
+  The poor inhabitant beholds in vain
+  The reddening orange and the swelling grain:
+  Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines,
+  And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines:
+  Starves, in the midst of nature's bounty curst,
+  And in the loaded vineyard dies of thirst.'
+
+But the Sicilians are _naturally_ a gay, light-hearted people, like the
+Greeks, their forefathers; and if the cloud which now rests upon them were
+removed, and we have reason to think it is lifting, they would be as
+bright and sunny as their own skies. The women of the better classes wear
+the black mantilla when they venture into the streets, which they seldom
+do, except to attend mass or the confessional. This robe is extremely
+elegant, as it is worn, but it requires an adept to adjust it gracefully.
+It covers the whole person from head to foot; in parts drawn closely to
+the form, in others falling in free folds. But for its color, I should
+admire it much: it seems such an incongruity for a young and beautiful
+female to be habited in what appear to be mourning robes. I was often
+reminded of those wicked lines of BYRON'S on the gondola:
+
+  'For sometimes they contain a deal of fun,
+  Like mourning-coaches when the funeral's done.'
+
+But let us turn from the animate to the inanimate, and visit the famous
+Ętna, called by the Sicilians _Mongibello_. From the silence of Homer on
+the subject, it is supposed that in his remote age the fires of the
+mountain were unknown; but geologists have proof that they have a far more
+ancient date. The Grecian poet Pindar is the first who mentions its
+eruptions. He died four hundred and thirty-five years before CHRIST; from
+that time to this, at irregular intervals, it has vomited forth its
+destructive lavas. It is computed to be eleven thousand feet high. Its
+base, more than an hundred miles in circumference, is interspersed with
+numerous conical hills, each of which is an extinct crater, whose sides,
+now shaded by the vine, the fig tree, and the habitations of man, once
+glowed with the fiery torrent. Some of them are yet almost destitute of
+vegetation; mere heaps of scorię and ashes; but the more ancient ones are
+richly clad with verdure. Let the reader imagine a mountain whose base is
+as broad as the whole range of the Catskills, as seen from Catskill
+village, rising to nearly three times their height; its lower parts are of
+gentle ascent, but as it rises it becomes more and more steep, until it
+terminates in a broken summit. Imagine it divided, as the eye ascends,
+into three regions or belts: the first and lowest is covered with
+villages, gardens, vineyards, olive-groves, oranges, and fields of grain
+and flax, and the date-bearing palm. The second region, which commences
+about four thousand feet above the sea, is called the _Regione Sylvosa_,
+or woody region. Here chestnuts, hexes, and on the north pines of great
+size flourish. This belt reaches to the elevation of about seven thousand
+feet, where the _Regione Scoperta_, or bare region, commences. The lower
+part of this is intermingled lava, rocks, volcanic sands, and snow; still
+higher are vast fields of spotless snow, which centuries have seen
+unwasted, with here and there a ridgy crag of black lava, too steep for
+the snows to lodge upon; and toward the summit of the cone, dark patches
+of scorię and ashes, which, heated by the slumbering fires, defy the icy
+blasts of these upper realms of air. It will readily be supposed that,
+when viewed from a distance, Mount Ętna is an object to make a deep
+impression on the mind:
+
+  But for yon filmy smoke, that from thy crest
+  Continual issues like a morning mist
+  The sun disperses, there would be no sign
+  That from thy mighty breast bursts forth at times
+  The sulphurous storm--the avalanche of fire;
+  That midnight is made luminous, and day
+  A ghastly twilight, by thy lurid breath.
+  By thee tormented, Earth is tossed and riven:
+  The shuddering mountains reel; temples and towers
+  The works of man, and man himself, his hopes
+  His harvests, all a desolation made!
+  Sublime art thou, O Mount! whether beneath
+  The moon in silence sleeping with thy woods,
+  And driving snows, and golden fields of corn;
+  Or bleat on thy slant breast the gentle flocks,
+  And shepherds in the mellow glow of eve
+  Pipe merrily; or when thy scathéd sides
+  Are laved with fire, answered thine earthquake voice
+  By screams and clamor of affrighted men.
+  Sublime thou art!--a resting-place for thought,
+  Thought reaching far above thy bounds; from thee
+  To HIM who bade the central fires construct
+  This wondrous fabric; lifted thy dread brow
+  To meet the sun while yet the earth is dark,
+  And ocean, with its ever-murmuring waves.
+
+On the ninth of May, myself and travelling companion commenced the ascent
+of Mount Ętna; and as the season was not the most favorable, the snows
+extending farther down the sides of the mountain than in summer, we were
+equipped, under the direction of our guide, with coarse woollen stockings
+to be drawn over the pantaloons, thick-soled shoes, and woollen caps.
+Mounting our mules, we left Catania in the morning. The road was good and
+of gradual ascent until we reached Nicolosi, about fourteen miles up the
+mountain. We saw little that was particularly interesting on our route
+except that the hamlets through which we passed bore fearful evidences of
+the effects of earthquake. Arrived at Nicolosi, the place where travellers
+usually procure guides and mules for the mountain, it was our intention to
+rest for the remainder of the day; but Monte Rosso, an extinguished
+crater, being in the vicinity, my curiosity got the better of my intention
+to rest, and I sallied forth to examine it. The road lay through the
+village, which is built of the lava, and is arid and black, and many of
+the buildings rent and twisted. Monte Rosso was formed by the eruption of
+1669, which threw out a torrent of lava that flowed thirteen miles,
+destroying a great part of the city of Catania in its resistless course to
+the sea, where it formed a rugged promontory which at this day appears as
+black, bare, and herbless as on the day when its fiery course was arrested
+by the boiling waters. And here I would remark, that the lavas of Ętna are
+very different from those of Vesuvius. The latter decompose in half a
+century, and become capable of cultivation; those of Ętna remain unchanged
+for centuries, as that of Monte Rosso testifies. It has now been exposed
+to the action of the weather nearly two hundred years, with the exception
+of the interstices where the dust and sand have collected, it is destitute
+of vegetation. Broken in cooling into masses of rough but sharp fracture,
+its aspect is horrid and forbidding, and it is exceedingly difficult to
+walk over. If two centuries have produced so little change, how _many_
+centuries must have served to form the rich soil which covers the greater
+part of the mountain's sides and base!
+
+Our purpose was to see the sun rise from the summit of Ętna; and at nine
+in the evening, our mules and guides being ready, we put on our Sicilian
+capotes, and sallied forth. We had two guides, a muleteer, and as there
+was no moon, a man with a lantern to light the mules in their passage over
+the beds of lava. For several miles the way was uninteresting, it being
+too dark to see any thing except the horrid lava or sand beneath the feet
+of the mules. At times the road was so steep that we were ordered by our
+guides to lean forward on the necks of the mules, to keep them and
+ourselves from being thrown back. At length we entered the woody region.
+Here the path was less rocky; and as we wound up the mountain's side,
+beneath the shadows of noble trees, I could not but feel the solemn
+quietness of a night on Ętna, and contrast it with what has been and what
+will in all probability be again, the intermitting roar of the neighboring
+volcano, and the dreadful thunder of the earthquake. At midnight we
+arrived at the _Casa delle Neve_, or House of Snow. This is a rude
+building of lava, with bare walls, entirely destitute of furniture. We
+made a fire on the ground, took some refreshments which we had brought
+with us, and in about an hour remounted our mules, and proceeded on our
+journey. We soon left the region of woods; and being now at an elevation
+of seven thousand feet above the sea, felt somewhat cold, and buttoned our
+capotes closer about us. From the ridges of lava along which we rode, by
+the light of the stars which now became brilliant, we could discern the
+snow stretching in long lines down the ravines on either hand; and as we
+advanced, approaching nearer and nearer, until at length it spread in
+broad fields before us. As the mules could go no farther, we dismounted,
+and taking an iron-pointed staff in our hands, we commenced the journey
+over the snows. It was now half-past one, and we had seven miles to
+traverse before reaching the summit. The first part of the ascent was
+discouraging, for it was steep, and the snow so slippery that we sometimes
+fell on our faces; but it became rather less steep as we ascended, and
+though fatiguing, we got along comfortably. As the atmosphere was becoming
+rare, and the breathing hurried, we sat on the snow for a few minutes now
+and then. At such times we could not but be struck with the splendor of
+the stars, far beyond any thing I had ever seen. The milky way seemed
+suspended in the deep heavens, like a luminous cloud, with clear and
+definite outline. We next arrived at the _Casa degli Inglese_; so called,
+but alas for us! the ridge of the roof and a part of the gable were all
+that rose above the snow. In the midst of summer, travellers may make use
+of it; but to us it was unavailing, except the gable, which served in a
+measure to shield us from the icy wind which now swept over the mountain.
+We again partook of a little refreshment, by way of preparation for the
+most arduous part of our undertaking, and were now at the foot of the
+great cone. The ascent was toilsome in the extreme. Snow, melted beneath
+in many places by the heat of the mountain; sharp ridges of lava; loose
+sand, ashes, and cinders, into which last the foot sank at every step,
+made the ascent difficult as well as dangerous. The atmosphere was so rare
+that we had to stop every few yards to breathe. At such times we could
+hear our hearts beat within us like the strokes of a drum. But it was now
+light, and we reached the summit of the great cone just as the sun rose.
+
+It was a glorious sight which spread before our eyes! We took a hasty
+glance into the gloomy crater of the volcano and throwing ourselves on the
+warm ashes, gazed in wonder and astonishment. It would be vain for me to
+attempt a description of the scene. I scarcely knew the world in which I
+had lived. The hills and valleys over which we had been travelling for
+many days, were comprised within the compass of a momentary glance. Sicily
+lay at our feet, with all its 'many folded' mountains, its plains, its
+promontories, and its bays; and round all, the sea stretched far and wide
+like a lower sky; the Lipari islands, Stromboli and its volcano, floating
+upon it like small dusky clouds; and the Calabrian coast visible, I should
+suppose, for two hundred miles, like a long horizontal bank of vapor! As
+the sun rose, the great pyramidal shadow of Ętna was cast across the
+island, and all beneath it rested in twilight-gloom. Turning from this
+wonderful scene, we looked down into the crater, on whose verge we lay. It
+was a fearful sight, apparently more than a thousand feet in depth, and a
+mile in breadth, with precipitous and in some places overhanging sides,
+which were varied with strange and discordant colors. The steeps were rent
+into deep chasms and gulfs, from which issued white sulphurous smoke, that
+rose and hung in fantastic wreaths about the horrid crags; thence
+springing over the edge of the crater, seemed to dissipate in the clear
+keen air. I was somewhat surprised to perceive several sheets of snow
+lying at the very bottom of the crater, a proof that the internal fires
+were in a deep slumber. The edge of the crater was a mere ridge of scorię
+and ashes, varying in height; and it required some care, in places, to
+avoid falling down the steep on one hand, or being precipitated into the
+gulf on the other. The air was keen; but fortunately there was little
+wind; and after spending about an hour on the summit, we commenced our
+descent.
+
+We varied our course from the one we took on ascending, and visited an
+altar erected to Jupiter by the ancients, now called the _Torre del
+Filosofo_. Soon after we came upon the verge of a vast crater, the period
+of whose activity is beyond the earliest records of history. _Val di
+Bove_, as it is called, is a tremendous scene. Imagine a basin several
+miles across, a thousand feet in depth at least, with craggy and
+perpendicular walls on every side; its bottom broken into deep ravines and
+chasms, and shattered pinnacles, as though the lava in its molten state
+had been shaken and tossed by an earthquake, and then suddenly congealed.
+It is into this ancient crater that the lava of the most recent eruption
+is descending. It is fortunate that it has taken that direction.
+
+In another and concluding number, the reader's attention will be directed
+to the _Architectural Antiquities of Sicily_, especially those of Grecian
+structure, which will be described in the order in which they were
+visited.
+
+
+
+
+LINES TO TIME.
+
+BY MRS. J. WEBB.
+
+
+  Oh Time! I'll weave, to deck thy brow,
+  A wreath fresh culled from Flora's treasure:
+  If thou wilt backward turn thy flight
+  To youth's bright morn of joy and pleasure.
+  'Joys ill exchanged for riper years;'
+  The bard, alas! hath truly spoken:
+  I've wept the truth in burning tears
+  O'er many a fair hope crushed and broken.
+
+  In vain my sager, wiser friends
+  Told of thy speed and wing untiring;
+  I drank of Pleasure's honied cup,
+  Nor marked thy flight, no change desiring;
+  When all too late I gave thee chase,
+  But found thou couldst not be o'ertaken:
+  With heedless wing thou'st onward swept,
+  Though hopes were crushed and empires shaken.
+
+  Thou with the world thy flight began'st;
+  Compared with thine, what were the knowledge
+  Of every sage in every clime,
+  The learning of the school or college?
+  Thou'st seen, in all the pomp of power,
+  Athens, the proudest seat of learning;
+  And thou couldst tell us if thou wouldst,
+  How Nero looked when Rome was burning.
+
+  What direful sights hast thou beheld,
+  As careless thou hast journied on:
+  The hemlock-bowl for Athen's pride;
+  The gory field of Marathon;
+  The monarch crowned, the warrior plumed,
+  With power and with ambition burning;
+  Yet they must all have seemed to thee
+  Poor pigmies on a pivot turning.
+
+  Their pomp, their power, with thine compared,
+  How blank and void, how frail and fleeting!
+  Thou hast not paused e'en o'er their tombs
+  To give their mighty spirits greeting;
+  But onward still with untired wing,
+  Regardless thou 'rt thy flight pursuing,
+  Unseen, alas! till thou art past,
+  While o'er our heads thy snows thou 'rt strewing.
+
+  Oh! vainly may poor mortals strive
+  With learned lore of school and college;
+  Their books may teach us wisdom's rules,
+  But thou alone canst teach us knowledge.
+  Oh! had I earlier known thy worth,
+  I had not now been left repining,
+  Nor asked to weave for thee the wreath
+  That on my youthful brow was shining.
+  Could but again the race be mine,
+  In life's young morn, I'd seek and find thee;
+  I'd seize thee by thy flowing lock,
+  And never more be left behind thee!
+
+
+
+
+A NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIE.
+
+BY A BUFFALO HUNTER.
+
+
+While looking over my 'omnium gatherum;' the same being a drawer
+containing scraps of poetry, unfinished letters, half-written editorials,
+incidents of travel, obsolete briefs, with many other odds and ends that
+have fallen from my brain during the last three years, but which from want
+of quality in them or lack of energy in me, have failed to reach the
+dignity of types and ink; I came across a diary kept while hunting buffalo
+with the Sac and Fox Indians, some two hundred miles west of the
+Mississippi, during the summer of 1842. Finding myself interested in
+recurring to the incidents of that excursion, it occurred to me that
+matter might be drawn therefrom which would not be without interest to the
+public. I have therefore ventured to offer the following for publication;
+it being an account of a night passed at the source of the Checauque, when
+I did not deem my scalp worth five minute's purchase, and when I
+cheerfully would have given ten years of an ordinary life to have been
+under the humblest roof in the most desolate spot in the 'land of steady
+habits.'
+
+I have said that we were in the country of the Sioux. That our situation
+may be understood, I would remark farther, that between the latter and the
+confederated tribes of the Sac and Fox Indians, there has been for the
+last forty years, and still exists, the most inveterate hostility; the two
+parties never meeting without bloodshed. The Government of the United
+States, in pursuance of that policy which guides its conduct toward the
+various Indian tribes, for the preservation of peace between these two
+nations, have laid out between them a strip of country forty miles in
+width, denominated the 'Neutral Ground,' and on to which neither nation is
+permitted to extend their hunting excursions.
+
+On the occasion of which I write, the Sacs and Foxes, having been
+disappointed in finding buffalo within their own limits, and perhaps
+feeling quite as anxious to fall in with a band of Sioux as to obtain
+game, had passed the 'Neutral Ground,' and were now several days' journey
+into the country of their enemies.
+
+For the last two days we had marched with the utmost circumspection; our
+spies ranged the country for miles in advance and on either flank, while
+at night we had sought some valley as a place of encampment, where our
+fires could not be seen from a distance. Each day we had perceived signs
+which indicated that small parties of Sioux had been quite recently over
+the very ground we were travelling. The whites in the company, numbering
+some eleven or twelve, had remonstrated with the Indians, representing to
+them that they were transgressing the orders of the government, and that
+should a hostile meeting take place they would certainly incur the
+displeasure of their 'great father' at Washington.
+
+Heedless of our remonstrances they continued to advance until it became
+evident that the Sioux and not buffalo were their object. The truth was,
+they felt themselves in an excellent condition to meet their ancient
+enemy. They numbered, beside old men and the young and untried, three
+hundred and twenty-five warriors, mounted and armed with rifles, many of
+them veterans who had seen service on the side of Great Britain in her
+last war with this country, and most of whom had served with Black Hawk in
+his brief but desperate contest with the United States. Moreover, they
+placed some reliance on the whites who accompanied them; all of whom,
+except my friend B----, of Kentucky, one or two others and myself, were
+old frontier men, versed in the arts of Indian warfare.
+
+As for myself, I felt far from comfortable in the position in which I
+found myself placed; hundreds of miles from any white settlement, and
+expecting hourly to be forced into a conflict where no glory was to be
+gained, and in which defeat would be certain death, while victory could
+not fail to bring upon us the censure of our government. The idea of
+offering up my scalp as a trophy to Sioux valor, and leaving my bones to
+bleach on the wide prairie, with no prayer over my remains nor stone to
+mark the spot of my sepulture, was far from comfortable. I thought of the
+old church-yard amidst the green hills of New-England, where repose the
+dust of my ancestors, and would much preferred to have been gathered
+there, full of years, 'like a shock of corn fully ripe in its season,'
+rather than to be cut down in the morning of life by the roving Sioux, and
+my frame left a dainty morsel for the skulking wolf of the prairie. I
+communicated my sentiments to B----, and found that his views corresponded
+with mine. 'But,' said he, with the spirit of a genuine Kentuckian, 'we
+are in for it, Harry, and we must fight; it will not do to let these
+Indians see us show the white feather.'
+
+It was under such circumstances, and with these feelings, that we pitched
+our tents after a hard day's march, in a valley near the margin of a
+little stream which uniting with others forms the Checauque, one of the
+tributaries of the Mississippi. The river flowed in our front. In our
+rear, and surrounding us on either side, forming a sort of amphitheatre,
+was a range of low hills crowned with a grove of young hickorys. A branch
+on our left, running down to the stream, separated our tents from the
+encampment of our Indian allies. Our camp consisted of three tents pitched
+some fifteen steps apart. B---- and myself occupied the middle one. We had
+a companion, a scrub of a fellow, who forced himself upon us as we were on
+the point of starting, and whom we could not well shake off. To this
+genius, on account of his many disagreeable qualities, we had given the
+soubriquet of '_Common Doings_.' The other whites of the party occupied
+the other two tents.
+
+We had just finished the usual routine of camp duty for the night,
+'spansered' our horses, eaten our suppers, laid in a supply of fuel for
+our fires, and were sitting around them smoking our pipes and listening to
+the marvellous tales of an old 'Leatherstocking' of the party, whose life
+had been passed between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi, when two
+of our Indian spies came in, passing in front of our tents and across the
+branch to the Indian camp. One of our party followed them to hear their
+report, and soon returned with the information that the spies had seen an
+encampment of Sioux, and that the Sacs and Foxes were then holding a
+council as to what measures it was best to pursue. Others of our party,
+who understood the Indian tongue, went across for farther information.
+Mean time we remained in great anxiety, canvassing among ourselves the
+probable truth of the report, and speculating on the course most proper
+for us to take. Our friends soon returned, having heard the full report of
+the spies as it was delivered before the chiefs in council. They had
+proceeded some eight miles beyond the place of our encampment to a hill in
+the vicinity of Swan Lake; from the hill they had seen a large body of
+Sioux, numbering as near as they could estimate them, five or six hundred.
+From the manner in which they were encamped and from other signs, they
+knew them to be a 'war party;' and having made these observations, they
+withdrew, concealing themselves as much as possible, and as they supposed,
+without being discovered. The effect of this information upon us may
+easily be imagined. We were 'in for it' sure enough! We had expected for
+several days that we should meet the enemy, but to find them so near us in
+such force, so far outnumbering our own, we had not anticipated.
+
+The question now was, what were we to do? Some proposed that we should
+move our camp across the branch and pitch our tent among our Indian
+allies; for it was argued with much force that if our spies had been
+discovered, the Sioux would follow their trail, and as it passed directly
+by our tents, we should fall the first victims; that if the Sioux,
+notwithstanding their superiority in numbers, should not think it prudent
+to attack the main camp, they would not fail to attack, according to their
+custom, the out-camps, take what scalps they could, and retreat. But there
+was a strong objection to moving our camp: the Indians frequently during
+the march had desired us to pitch our tents among them, but we had always
+declined, preferring to be by ourselves. What would they say if we should
+now break up our encampment and go among them? 'White men are cowards!
+They rejected our request when all was safe, but now at the approach of
+danger they come skulking among us like dogs for protection.'  No; we
+could not do this; pride forbade it. We next discussed the expediency of
+dividing ourselves into a watch, and keeping guard by turns through the
+night. The more experienced of the party, and particularly Jamison, an old
+hunter and Indian fighter, said that this would only exhaust us, and would
+be of no avail; that our Indian allies had spies around the encampment in
+every direction; that if they failed to perceive the approach of the enemy,
+we could not discover them; that the first intimation our sentinels would
+have would be an arrow through the body; that our best plan would be to
+extinguish our fires, prepare our arms, lie down with them in our hands,
+rely on the Indian spies for notice of the enemy's approach, and on the
+first alarm make our way to the Indian camp, being careful as we approached
+it to give the pass-word for the night, '_Wal-las-ki-push-eto_.' We all
+finally came to this conclusion.
+
+During the discussion, two of the party had not spoken a word; one was our
+tent-mate 'Doings,' who was so completely paralyzed with fright as to be
+unable to think or speak; the other was old 'Leatherstocking,' who
+listened with the utmost coolness to all that was said, occasionally
+expressing assent or dissent by a nod or shake of the head. I now observed
+him quietly examine his rifle, draw the charge and reload; take out the
+flint and replace it with a new one; he then threw himself down for the
+night, his bared knife in his left hand, and his right resting on the
+breech of his rifle, remarking as he composed himself to sleep, 'We must
+be ready boys; there's no telling when the varmints will be upon us.'
+
+B---- and myself prepared our arms: each of us wore a brace of pistols in
+a belt; these were carefully loaded and buckled on; our rifles were next
+examined and put in order; our hatchets were placed at hand, and with many
+misgivings we laid ourselves down. It was some time before I could sleep,
+and when I did, my repose was disturbed by dreams. How long I slept I am
+unable to say, perhaps not more than an hour, when I was suddenly
+awakened. I listened. The noise of the horses, of which there were several
+hundred grazing in the valley, with the tinkling of the bells on their
+necks, were the only sounds that at first met my ear; all else was silent.
+Presently I heard a noise as if made by the stealthy tread of a man; then
+a voice, or perhaps the cry of some animal. It was repeated. I heard it in
+the grove, on the hill, then an answering cry on the other side of the
+stream. I knew that Indians in a night-attack make signals by imitating
+the cry of some animal; and the sounds I heard, though like those made by
+wild beasts, seemed to me to be in reality human voices. I drew a pistol
+from my belt, cocked it, and with a hatchet in my other hand, crept out of
+the tent, and lying on the ground, looked cautiously around. The cries
+continued at intervals, and I became more and more satisfied that they
+were human voices. I felt, I _knew_ that the Sioux were about to attack
+us. A thousand thoughts flashed across my mind. I thought of the home of
+my childhood, my far distant kindred; a mother, sisters, brothers.
+Unskilled as I was in Indian warfare, I expected to be slain. I was
+alarmed; frightened perhaps, but not paralyzed. I resolved to fight to the
+last, and if I _must_ die, to fill no coward's grave.
+
+As my eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, I began to distinguish
+objects; and peering beyond our line of tents, I saw on our right, between
+me and the grove, three dark objects like human heads projecting out of
+the grass. While I was observing them, two of them disappeared, and I
+could discern the grass wave as they made their way toward our encampment.
+There was no longer room for doubt. I called to B---- in a whisper; he was
+on his feet and by my side in an instant, a cocked pistol in each hand. I
+directed his attention to what I saw. He looked steadfastly for a moment,
+then raising his eyes to the grove, exclaimed in a whisper, 'The timber is
+full of Indians! I see them advancing from tree to tree; it is time for
+action. I shall fall, but you may be saved; if so, let my friends in
+Kentucky know that I died like a brave man. I will arouse the rest.'
+
+He went to the tent on our left, while I remained watching the approach of
+the enemy. I could see them distinctly as they moved from tree to tree. I
+heard B---- call in a whisper, 'Jamison! Jamison!' Jamison came out of his
+tent but without his arms. B---- told him of our danger, and directed his
+attention to the Indians in the grove. As he spoke Jamison stretched out
+his arms and gave a yawn, remarking, 'These Injuns are mighty unsartin
+critters; there's no knowing about their motions;' crawled into his tent
+again. B---- returned; neither of us spoke. We lay down and drew our
+blankets over us; at length B---- said:
+
+'Harry?'
+
+'What?'
+
+'Hoaxed! by thunder!'
+
+The whole truth, which had been breaking in upon my mind by degrees, now
+flashed upon me, and I raised a shout of laughter. At this instant, poor
+'Doings,' who had been awake from the commencement, but who was so scared
+that he had rolled himself under the eaves of the tent, and contracted
+himself into a space scarcely larger than my arm, and who in his terror
+would have lain still and had his throat cut without wagging a finger in
+defence; this poor, miserable 'Doings' exclaimed 'Haw! haw! haw! I knew it
+all the time; I never see fellows so scared!' This was too bad. However,
+we had our laugh out, discussed plans for vengeance, went to sleep and had
+quiet slumbers for the rest of the night.
+
+The next morning we ascertained that the whole story about the Sioux
+encampment had been fabricated for the purpose of trying our mettle, and
+that all save B----, myself and 'Doings,' were in the secret. The moving
+objects which I had seen in the grass were Indian dogs prowling around for
+food, and the Indians in the timber existed only in our excited
+imaginations.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I may hereafter give an account of the _modus operandi_ of our revenge,
+and of our mode of hunting the buffalo, in which we met with much success;
+and of other matters of interest which fell under my observation during
+the sixty days we spent with this tribe of Indians.
+
+                                                              H. T. H.
+
+
+
+
+LIFE'S YOUNG DREAM.
+
+    'There is no Voice in Nature which says 'Return.''
+
+
+  Those envious threads, what do they here,
+    Amid thy flowing hair?
+  It should be many a summer's day
+    Ere they were planted there:
+  Yet many a day ere thou and Care
+    Had known each other's form,
+  Or thou hadst bent thy youthful head
+    To Sorrow's whelming storm.
+
+  Oh! was it grief that blanched the locks
+    Thus early on thy brow?
+  And does the memory cloud thy heart,
+    And dim thy spirit now?
+  Or are the words upon thy lip
+    An echo from thy heart;
+  And is _that_ gay as are the smiles
+    With which thy full lips part?
+
+  For thou hast lived man's life of thought,
+    While careless youth was thine;
+  Thy boyish lip has passed the jest
+    And sipped the sparkling wine,
+  And mingled in the heartless throng
+    As thoughtlessly as they,
+  Ere yet the days of early youth
+    Had glided swift away.
+
+  They say that Nature wooeth back
+    No wanderer to her arms;
+  Welcomes no prodigal's return
+    Who once hath scorned her charms.
+  And ah! I fear for thee and me,
+    The feelings of our youth
+  Have vanished with the things that were,
+    Amid the wrecks of truth.
+
+  Oh! for the early happy days
+    When hope at least was new!
+  Ere we had dreamed a thousand dreams,
+    And found them all untrue;
+  Ere we had flung our life away
+    On what might not be ours;
+  Found bitter drops in every cup,
+    And thorns on all the flowers.
+
+  Ye who have yet youth's sunny dreams,
+    Oh guard the treasure well,
+  That no rude voice from coming years
+    May break the enchanted spell!
+  No cloud of doubt come o'er your sky
+    To dim its sunny ray,
+  Be careless children, while ye can,
+    Trust on, while yet ye may.
+
+_Albany, January, 1844._                                         A. R.
+
+
+
+
+THE QUOD CORRESPONDENCE.
+
+HARRY HARSON.
+
+
+CHAPTER TWENTY-FIRST.
+
+In the same room from which Craig and Jones had set out on their ill-fated
+errand, and at the hour of noon on the following day, the latter was
+crouching in front of the fire-place, which had been so bright and cheery
+the night before, but which now contained nothing except ashes, and a few
+half-burned stumps, charred and blackened, but entirely extinguished. Over
+these Jones bent, occasionally shivering slightly, and holding his hands
+to them, apparently unconscious that they emitted no heat, and then
+dabbling in the ashes, and muttering to himself. But a few hours had
+elapsed since he had left that room a bold, daring, desperate man; yet in
+that short time a frightful change had come over him. His eyes were
+blood-red; his lips swollen and bloody, and the under one deeply gashed,
+as if he had bitten it through; his cheeks haggard and hollow, his hair
+dishevelled, his dress torn, and almost dragged from his person. But it
+was not in the outward man alone that this alteration had taken place. In
+spirit, as well as in frame, he was crushed. His former iron bearing was
+gone; no energy, no strength left. He seemed but a wreck, shattered and
+beaten down--down to the very dust. At times he mumbled to himself, and
+moaned like one in suffering.  Then again he rose and paced the room with
+long strides, dashing his hand against his forehead, and uttering
+execrations. The next moment he staggered to his seat, buried his face in
+his hands, and sobbed like a child.
+
+'Tim,' said he, in a low broken voice, 'poor old Tim; I killed you, I know
+I did; but blast ye! I loved you, Tim. But it's of no use, now; you're
+dead, and can never know how much poor Bill Jones cared for you. No, no;
+you never can, Tim. We were boys together, and now I'm alone; no one
+left--no one, _no_ one!'
+
+In the very phrenzy of grief, that succeeded these words, he flung himself
+upon the floor, dashing his head and hands against it, and rolling and
+writhing like one in mortal pain. This outbreak of passion was followed by
+a kind of stupor; and crawling to his seat, he remained there, like one
+stunned and bereft of strength. Stolid, scarcely breathing, and but for
+the twitching of his fingers, motionless as stone; with his eyes fixed on
+the blank wall, he sat as silent as one dead; but with a heart on fire,
+burning with a remorse never to be quenched; with a soul hurrying and
+darting to and fro in its mortal tenement, to escape the lashings of
+conscience. Struggle on! struggle on! There is no escape, until that
+strong heart is eaten away by a disease for which there is no cure; until
+that iron frame, worn down by suffering, has become food for the worm, and
+that spirit and its persecutor stand before their final judge, in the
+relations of criminal and accuser.
+
+A heavy step announced that some one was ascending the stairs. Jones moved
+not. A loud knock at the door followed. Still he did not stir. The door
+was then flung open, in no very gentle manner, for it struck the wall
+behind it with a noise that made the room echo: but a cannon might have
+been fired there, and Jones would not have heard it.
+
+The person however who had thus unceremoniously opened the way to his
+entrance, seemed perfectly indifferent whether his proceedings were
+agreeable or otherwise. His first movement on entering the room was to
+shut the door after him and lock it; his next was to look about it to see
+whether it contained any other than the person of Jones. Having satisfied
+himself on that score, he walked rapidly up to him and tapped him on the
+shoulder.
+
+Jones looked listlessly up at him, and then turning away, dabbled in the
+ashes, without uttering a word.
+
+'Hello! Bill Jones,' said the stranger, after waiting a moment or two in
+evident surprise, 'what ails you?'
+
+The man made no reply.
+
+'Are you sulky?' demanded the other; 'Well, follow your own humor; but
+answer me one question: where's Craig?'
+
+Jones shuddered; and his hand shook violently. Rising up, half tottering,
+he turned and stood face to face with his visiter.
+
+'Good day to ye, Mr. Grosket,' said he, with a ghastly smile, and
+extending his hand to him. 'Good day to ye. It's a bright day, on the
+heels of such a night as the last was.'
+
+'Good God! what ails you, man?' exclaimed Grosket, recoiling before the
+wild figure which confronted him; and then taking his hand, he said: 'Your
+hand is hot as fire, your eyes blood-shot, and your face covered with
+blood. What have you been at? What ails you?'
+
+Jones passed his hand feebly across his forehead, and then replied: 'I'm
+sick at heart!'
+
+He turned from Grosket, and again crouched upon the hearth, mumbling over
+his last words, 'Sick at heart! sick at heart!'--nor did he appear to
+recollect Grosket's question respecting Craig. If he did, he did not
+answer it, but with his arms locked over his knees, he rocked to and fro,
+like one in great pain.
+
+'Are you ill, man, or are you drunk?' demanded Grosket, pressing heavily
+on his shoulder. 'Speak out, I say: what ails you? If you don't find your
+tongue, I'll find it for you.'
+
+Jones, thus addressed, made an effort to rally, and partially succeeded;
+for after a moment he suddenly rose up erect, and in a clear, bold voice,
+replied:
+
+'I'm not drunk, Mr. Grosket, but I _am_ ill; God knows what's the matter
+with me. Look at me!' he continued, stepping to where the light was
+strongest; 'Look at me well. Wouldn't you think I'd been on my back for
+months?'
+
+'You look ill enough;' was the blunt reply.
+
+'Well, then, what do you want?' demanded Jones, in a peevish tone; 'why do
+you trouble me? I can't bear it. Go away; go away.'
+
+'I will, when you've answered my question. Where's Craig?'
+
+'I don't know. He was here last night; but he went out, and hasn't been
+here since.'
+
+'Where did he go?'
+
+Jones shook his head: 'He didn't say.'
+
+'Was he alone?'
+
+'No,' replied the other, evidently wincing under these questions; 'No;
+there was a man with him, nigh about my size. He went with him. That's all
+I know about either of them. There, there; get through with your
+questions. They turn my head,' said he, in an irritable tone.
+
+'Why did he take a stranger?' demanded Grosket, without paying the least
+attention to his manner. 'You forget that I know you and he generally hunt
+in couples.'
+
+It might have been the cold of the room striking through to his very bones
+that had so powerful an effect on Jones, but he shook from head to foot,
+as he answered:
+
+'Look at me! God! would you have a man out in such a night as that was,
+when he's almost ready for his winding-sheet?'
+
+Grosket's only reply was to ask another question.
+
+'What was the name of the man who went with him?'
+
+'I don't know.'
+
+'What did they go to do?'
+
+Jones hesitated, as if in doubt what answer to make, and then, as if
+adopting an open course, he said: 'I've know'd you a good while, Mr.
+Grosket, and you won't blab, if I tell you what I suspect, will ye? It's
+only guess-work, after all. Promise me that; I know your word is good.'
+
+Grosket paused a moment before he made the promise; and then said: 'Well,
+I'll keep what you tell me to myself. Now then.'
+
+'It was a house-breaking business,' said Jones, sinking his voice. 'They
+took pistols with them; and I heard Tim tell the other one to take the
+crow-bar and the glim. That's all I know. I was too much down to listen.
+There; go away now. I've talked till my head is almost split. Talking
+drives me mad. Go away.'
+
+Grosket stood perfectly still in deep thought. The story might be true;
+for the city was ringing with the news of the burglary, and of the death
+of one of the burglars by the hands of his comrade. It was rumored too,
+that the dead man had been identified by some of the officers of the
+police, and that his name was Craig. It was this, taken in connection with
+the facts that the attempt had been made on Harson's house; that an effort
+had been made to carry off a child who lived with him, and of its being
+known to Grosket that Rust had often employed these two men in matters
+requiring great energy and few scruples, that had induced him thus early
+to visit their haunt, to ascertain the truth of his suspicions; and to
+endeavor, if possible, to ferret out the plans of their employer. The
+replies of Jones, short and abrupt as they were, convinced him that his
+suspicions respecting Craig were correct; but who could the other man be?
+
+Engrossed with his own thoughts, he appeared to forget where he was and
+who was present; for he commenced walking up and down the room; then
+stopped; folded his arms, and talked to himself in low, broken sentences.
+Again he walked to the far end of the room and stopped there.
+
+Jones, in the mean time, to avoid farther questioning, seated himself; and
+leaning his elbows on his knees, hid his face in his hand. He was
+disturbed, however, by feeling himself shaken roughly by the shoulder.
+'What you've just been telling me, is a lie!' said Grosket, sternly. 'You
+should know me well enough not to run the risk of trifling with me. I want
+the truth and nothing else. Where were _you_ last night?'
+
+Jones looked up at him and then answered in a sullen tone: 'I've told you
+once; I was here.'
+
+Grosket went to a dark corner of the room and brought back Jones'
+great-coat, completely saturated with water. 'This room scarcely leaks
+enough to do that,' said he, throwing it on the floor in front of Jones.
+'Ha! what's that in the pocket?'
+
+He thrust in his hand and drew out a pistol. The hammer was down, the cap
+exploded, and the inside of the muzzle blackened by burnt powder.
+
+'Fired off!' said he. 'You told the truth. The man who went with Craig
+_did_ look like you. I know the rest. Tim Craig is dead, and you shot
+him.'
+
+An expression of strange meaning crossed the face of the burglar as he
+returned the steady look of his visiter without making any reply. But
+Grosket was not yet done with him; for he said in a slow, savage tone:
+'Now mark me well. If you lie in what you tell me, I'll hang you. Who
+employed you to do this job?'
+
+Jones eyed him for a moment, and then turned away impatiently and said, 'I
+don't know what you're talking about. Don't worry me. I'm sick and half
+crazy. Get away, will ye!'
+
+'_This_ to me! to _me!_' exclaimed the other, stepping back, his eyes
+flashing fire; 'you forget yourself.'
+
+Jones rose up, his red hair hanging like ropes about his face, and his
+bloodshot eyes and disfigured features giving him the look rather of a
+wild beast than of a man. Shaking his finger at Grosket, he said, 'Keep
+away from me to day, I say. There's an evil spell over me. Come to-morrow,
+but don't push me to-day, or God knows what you may drive me to do. There,
+there--go.'
+
+Still Grosket stirred not, but with a curling lip and an eye as bright as
+his own, and voice so fearfully quiet and yet stern that at another time
+it might have quelled even the strong spirit of the robber, he said 'Enoch
+Grosket never goes until his object is attained.'
+
+'Then you won't go?' demanded Jones.
+
+'No!'
+
+Jones made a hasty step toward him, with his teeth set and his eyes
+burning like coals of fire; but whatever may have been his purpose, and
+from the expression of his face, there was little doubt but that it was a
+hostile one, he was diverted from it by hearing a hand on the latch of the
+door and a voice from without demanding admittance.
+
+'It is Rust,' exclaimed Grosket, in a sharp whisper. He touched the
+burglar on the shoulder and said in the same tone, 'I'm going in _there_.'
+He pointed to a closet in a dark part of the room, nearly concealed by the
+wainscotting.  Let him in, and betray me if you dare!'
+
+'You seem to know our holes well,' muttered Jones. 'You've been here
+afore.' Grosket made no reply, but hurried across the room and secreted
+himself in the closet, which evidently had been constructed as a place of
+concealment, either for the tenants of the room themselves, or for
+whatever else it might not suit their fancy to have too closely examined.
+
+Jones stared after him, apparently forgetting the applicant for admission,
+until a renewed and very violent knocking recalled his attention to it. He
+then went to the door, drew back the bolt, and walked to his seat, without
+even glancing to see who came in, or whom the person was who followed so
+closely at his heels. Nor did he look around until he felt his arm roughly
+grasped, and a sharp stern voice hissing in his ear:
+
+'So, so! a fine night's work you've made of it. Tim Craig is dead and the
+whole city is already ringing with the news; and _you_, you're a
+murderer!'
+
+Jones started from his seat with the sudden spasmodic bound of one who has
+received a mortal thrust. He stared wildly at the sharp thin face which
+had almost touched his, and then sat down and said:
+
+'Don't talk to me so, Mr. Rust; I can't bear it.'
+
+'Ho, ho! your conscience is tender, is it? It has a raw spot that won't
+bear handling, has it? We'll see to that. But to business,' said he, his
+face becoming white with rage; his black eyes blazing, and his voice
+losing its smoothness and quivering as he spoke.
+
+'I've come here to fulfil my agreement; you were to get that child for me
+to-day; I've come for her; where is she?'
+
+Jones looked at him with an expression of impatience mingled with
+contempt, but made him no answer.
+
+'Tim Craig was to have gone to that house; he was to have carried her off;
+he was to have her here, _here_, HERE!' said he, in the same fierce tone.
+'Why hasn't he done it?'
+
+'Because he's dead,' said Jones savagely.
+
+'I'm glad of it! I'm glad of it!' exclaimed Rust. 'He deserved it. The
+coward! _Let_ him die.'
+
+'Tim Craig was no coward,' replied Jones, in a tone which, had Rust been
+less excited, would have warned him to desist.
+
+'Ha!' exclaimed Rust, scanning him from head to foot, as if surprised at
+his daring to contradict him, 'Would you gainsay me?'
+
+Jones returned his look without flinching, his teeth firmly set and
+grating together. At last he said:
+
+'I _do_ gainsay you; and I _do_ say, whoever calls Tim Craig a coward
+lies!'
+
+'_This_, and from _you_!' exclaimed Rust, shaking his thin finger in his
+very face; '_this_ from you; _you_, a house-breaker, a thief, and last
+night the murderer of your comrade. Ho! ho! it makes me laugh! Fool! How
+many lives have you? One word of mine could hang you.'
+
+'_You'll_ never hang _me_,' replied Jones, in the same low, savage tone.
+'I wish you had, before that cursed job of yours made me put a bullet in
+poor Tim. I wish you had; but it is too late. You wont _now_.'
+
+Words cannot describe the fury of Michael Rust at seeing himself thus
+bearded by one whom he had been used to see truckle to him, whom he
+considered the mere tool of Craig, and whom he had never thought it worth
+while even to consult in their previous interviews.
+
+'Wont I? _wont_ I? Look to yourself,' muttered he, shaking his finger at
+him with a slow, cautioning gesture, 'Look to yourself.'
+
+'You're right, I _will_; I say I _will_,' exclaimed Jones, leaping up and
+confronting him. 'I say I _will_; and now I do!' He grasped him by the
+throat and shook him as if he had been a child.
+
+'I might as well kill him at once,' muttered he, without heeding the
+struggles of Rust. 'It's _him_ or _me_; yes, yes, I'll do it.'
+
+Coming to this fatal conclusion, he flung Rust back on the floor and
+leaped upon him. At this moment, however, the door of the closet was
+thrown open, and Grosket, whom he had entirely forgotten, sprang suddenly
+out:
+
+'Come, come, this wont do!' said he; 'no murder!'
+
+Jones made no effort to resist the jerk at his arm with which Grosket
+accompanied his words, but quietly rose, and said:
+
+'Well, he drove me to it. He may thank _you_ for his life, not _me_.'
+
+Relieved from his antagonist, Rust recovered his feet, and turning to
+Grosket said, in a sneering tone:
+
+'Michael Rust thanks Enoch for having used his influence with his friend,
+to prevent the commission of a crime which might have made both Enoch and
+his crony familiar with a gallows. A select circle of acquaintance friend
+Enoch has.'
+
+Grosket, quietly, pointed to the closet and said:
+
+'You forget that I have been there ever since you came in the room; and
+have overheard every thing that passed between you and _my_ friend.'
+
+Rust bit his lip.
+
+'Don't let it annoy you,' continued he, 'for the most of what I heard I
+knew before. I have had my eye on you from the time we parted. With all
+your benevolent schemes respecting myself I am perfectly familiar. The
+debt which you bought up to arrest me on; your attempt to have me indicted
+on a false charge of felony; the quiet hint dropped in another quarter,
+that if I should be found with my throat cut, or a bullet in my head, you
+wouldn't break your heart; I knew them all; but I did not avail myself of
+the law. Shall I tell you why, Michael Rust? Because I had a revenge
+sweeter than the law could give.'
+
+'Friend Enoch is welcome to it when he gets it,' replied Rust, in a soft
+tone. 'But the day when it will come is far off.'
+
+'The day is at hand,' replied Grosket. 'It is here: it is now. Not for a
+mine of gold would I forego what I now know; not for any thing that is
+dear in the world's eyes, would I spare you one pang that I can now
+inflict.'
+
+Rust smiled incredulously, but made no reply.
+
+'Your schemes are frustrated,' continued Grosket. 'The children are both
+found; their parentage known; _your_ name blasted. The brother who
+fostered you, and loaded you with kindness will have his eyes opened to
+your true character; and you will be a felon, amenable to the penalty of
+the law, whenever any man shall think fit to call it down upon your head.
+But this is nothing to what is in store for you.'
+
+'Well,' said Rust, with the same quiet smile; 'please to enumerate what
+other little kindnesses you have in store for me.'
+
+'I will,' replied Grosket. '_I_ was once a happy man. I had a wife and
+daughter, whom I loved. My wife is dead; what became of my child? I say,'
+exclaimed he bitterly, 'what became of my child?'
+
+'Young women will forget themselves sometimes,' said Rust, his thin lip
+curling. 'She became a harlot--only a harlot.'
+
+Grosket grew deadly pale, and his voice became less clear, as he answered:
+
+'You're right--you're right! why shrink from the word. It's a harsh one;
+but it's God's truth; she _did_--and she died.'
+
+'That's frank,' said Rust, 'quite frank. I am a straight-forward man, and
+always speak the truth. I'm glad to see that friend Enoch can bear it like
+a Christian.'
+
+A loud, taunting laugh broke from Grosket; and then he said:
+
+'Thus much for _me_; now for yourself, Michael Rust. _You_ once had a
+wife.'
+
+Rust's calm sneer disappeared in an instant, and he seemed absolutely to
+wither before the keen flashing eye which was fixed steadfastly on his.
+
+'She lived with you two years; and then she became--shall I tell you
+what?'
+
+Rust's lips moved, but no sound came from them. Grosket bent his lips to
+his ear, and whispered in it. Rust neither moved nor spoke. He seemed
+paralyzed.
+
+'But she died,' continued Grosket, 'and she left a child--a daughter;
+_mine_ was a daughter too.'
+
+Rust started from a state of actual torpor; every energy, every faculty,
+every feeling leaping into life.
+
+'That daughter is now alive,' continued Grosket, speaking slowly, that
+every word might tell with tenfold force. 'That daughter now is, what you
+drove my child to be, a harlot.'
+
+'It's false as hell!' shouted Rust, in a tone that made the room ring.
+'It's false!'
+
+'It's true. I can prove it; prove it, clear as the noon-day,' returned
+Grosket, with a loud, exulting laugh.
+
+'Oh! Enoch! oh, Enoch!' said Rust, in a broken, supplicating tone, 'tell
+me that it's false, and I'll bless you! Crush me, blight me, do what you
+will, only tell me that my own loved child is pure from spot or stain!
+Tell me so, I beseech you; _I_, Michael Rust, who never begged a boon
+before--_I_ beseech you.'
+
+He fell on his knees in front of Grosket, and clasping his hands together,
+raised them toward him.
+
+'I cannot,' replied Grosket, coldly, 'for it's as true as there is a
+heaven above us!'
+
+Rust made an effort to speak; his fingers worked convulsively, and he fell
+prostrate on the floor.
+
+
+
+
+THE SACRIFICE.
+
+    'One day during the bloody executions which took place at Lyons, a
+    young girl rushed into the hall where the revolutionary tribunal
+    was held, and throwing herself at the feet of the judges, said:
+    'There remain to me of all my family only my brothers! Mother,
+    father, sister--you have butchered all; and now you are going to
+    condemn my brothers. Oh! in mercy ordain that I may ascend the
+    scaffold with them!' Her prayer was refused, and she threw herself
+    into the Rhone and perished.'
+
+                                                             DU BROCA.
+
+
+  The judges have met in the council-hall,
+  A strange and a motley pageant, all:
+  What seek they? to win for their land a name
+  The brightest and best in the lists of fame?
+  The light of Mercy's all-hallowed ray
+  To look with grief on the culprit's way?
+  Nay! watch the smile and the flushing brow,
+  And in that crowd what read ye now?
+  The daring spirit and purpose high,
+  The fiery glance of the eagle eye
+  That marked the Roman's haughty pride,
+  In the days of yore by the Tiber's side?
+  The stern resolve of the patriot's breast,
+  When the warrior's zeal has sunk to rest?
+  No! Mercy has fled from the hardened heart,
+  And Justice and Truth in her steps depart,
+  And the fires of hell rage fierce and warm
+  Mid the fitful strife of the spirit's storm.
+
+  But a wail is borne on the troubled air:
+  What victim comes those frowns to dare?
+  'Tis woman's form and woman's eye,
+  That Time hath passed full lightly by;
+  The limner's art in vain might trace
+  The glorious beauty and winning grace
+  Of that fair girl; youth's sunny day
+  Flings its radiance over life's changing way:
+  Why has she left her princely home,
+  Why to that hall a suppliant come?
+  Her heart is sad with a deepening gloom,
+  For Hope has found in her heart a tomb.
+  With quiv'ring lip, and eye whose light
+  Is faint as the moon in a cloudy night,
+  And with cheek as pale as the crimson glow
+  That the sunset casts on the spotless snow;
+  Nerved with the strength of wild despair,
+  Low at their feet she pours her prayer:
+
+    'My home! my home! is desolate,
+      For ye have slain them all,
+    And cast upon the light of Love
+      Death's cold and fearful pall.
+    We knelt in agony to save
+      My father's silver hair,
+    Ye would not mark the bitter tears,
+      Nor list the frantic prayer!
+
+    'And then ye took my mother too:
+      Ye must remember now
+    The words that lingered on her lip,
+      The grief upon her brow;
+    My sister wept in bitter wo--
+      Her dark and earnest eyes
+    Asked for the mercy ye will seek
+      In vain in yonder skies!
+
+    'But your hearts were like the flinty rock,
+      And cold as ocean's foam;
+    You tore them from my clasping arms,
+      And bore them from our home:
+    And now my brothers ye will slay!
+      But they are proud and high,
+    And come with spirits brave and true,
+      Your tortures to defy.
+
+    'I will not ask from you their lives,
+      I will not seek to roll
+    The clouds of midnight from your hearts;
+      Ye cannot touch the soul!
+    But grant my prayer, and I will pray
+      For you in yonder sky;
+    Oh, GOD! I ask a little thing--
+      I ask with them to die!'
+
+  But the burning words fell cold and lone,
+  As the sun's warm rays on a marble stone;
+  Life was a curse too bitter and wild
+  For the broken heart of Earth's weary child;
+  And the stricken one found a self-sought grave
+  'Neath the crystal light of the foaming wave.
+
+_Shelter-Island._                                       MARY GARDINER.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH BED.
+
+A STRAY LEAF FROM THE PORT-FOLIO OF A 'COUNTRY DOCTOR.'
+
+BY F. W. SHELTON.
+
+
+'Bury me in the valley, beneath the willows where I have watched the
+rippling waves, among the scenes of beauty which I loved so well, oh! my
+friend!' exclaimed the dying youth; and as he grasped my hand his lips
+moved tremblingly, tears gushed upon his wan cheeks, and an expression of
+very sadness stole upon him. His looks were lingering; such as one flings
+back upon some paradise of beauty which he leaves forever; some home which
+childhood has endeared to him, and affection has filled with the loves and
+graces. Pity touched my soul as I regarded silently that beaming
+countenance, alas! so shrunken from the swelling, undulating lines of his
+hilarious health; a pity such as one feels whose hopes are too
+inexplicably bound up with another's, who shares his very being, and who
+knows by all the sympathies of a brother's bosom that the other's
+heart-strings are snapping. _Animę dimidium meę!_--beautiful expression of
+the poet, comprehended less while life unites, than when death severs. It
+is only when gazing on the seal which has been set, we inquire 'Where is
+the spirit?' and struggle in vain to understand that great difference;
+when the smiles which shed their sunshine have rapidly vanished, and the
+voice we loved has died away like the music of a harp; when that which was
+light, joy, wit, eloquence, has departed with the latest breath; when, in
+short, we are awakened from our revery by the clods falling on the coffin,
+and the mourners moving away; it is then that the soul, diminished of its
+essence, flits away with a strange sense to its unjoyous abode, as a bird
+would return to its lonely nest.
+
+There never existed one who more lived and moved, and had his spiritual
+being in the affections; a sensitive nature wooed into life by the
+kindness of the faintest breath, but killingly crushed by the footsteps of
+the thoughtless or the cruel. For such a one, life is well deserving of
+the epithet applied to it by the poet Virgil: _dulcis vita_, sweet life.
+It is not a vulgar sensuality, a Lethean torpor; the triumph of the
+grosser nature over the eternal principle within. It is already a
+separation of the carnal from the spiritual; a refinement of fierce
+passions; a present divorce from a close and clinging alliance; a
+foretaste of the waters of life; in short, the very essence and devotion
+of a pure religion. Would it seem strangely inconsistent that a being of
+so sweet a character as I shall describe him, my poor young friend
+declared, with a gush of the bitterest tears, that he _could_ not go into
+the dark valley, for he loved life with an inconceivable, passionate love?
+His was the very agony and pathos of the dying Hoffman, when almost with
+his latest breath, he alluded to 'the sweet habitude of being.' But it was
+only, thanks be to GOD! a short defection, a momentary clouding of that
+bright faith which was destined soon to see beyond the vale. His tears
+ceased to flow, glistened a moment, and then passed away as if they had
+been wiped by some gentle hand.
+
+He leaned upon a soft couch, so very pale and haggard that his hour seemed
+very near. Costly books strewed his table; pictures and many exquisite
+things were scattered about with lavish hand; for wealth administered to
+refined luxury, and affection crowned him with blessings which gold can
+never buy. A mother hid from him her bitter tears, and spoke the words of
+cheerfulness; sisters pressed around him with the poignant grief an only
+brother can inspire; a beautiful betrothed betokened to him in
+irrepressible tears her depth and purity of love. Letters came to him
+hurried on the wings of friendship, and impressed on all their seals with
+sentiments which awakened hope. Youth and beauty hovered around him with
+their unintermitted care, and Age sent up its fervent prayers to heaven.
+Oh! who but the ungrateful would not love a life so filled with
+blandishments and crowned with blessings? Who could see all these receding
+without a sigh, or feel the pressure of that kiss of love as pure as if it
+had its origin in Heaven? But with the finest organization of intellectual
+mind, he had been accustomed to look at all things in the light of poetry.
+For one so constituted the pleasures which are in store are as
+inexhaustible as the works or mercies of his God. Not an hour which did
+not present some new phase of undiscovered beauty. He revelled in the
+beams of the morning; the rising sun was never a common object, nor its
+grandeur ever lost upon a soul so conscious of the sublime. For all beauty
+in nature he found a correspondent passion in the soul; and intoxicated
+alike with the music of birds or the perfume of flowers, found no
+weariness in a life whose current was like the living spring, pure,
+perennial and delightful.
+
+To be so susceptible of pleasure, I would be willing to encounter all the
+keenness of pangs suffered by such natures. For such, the rational
+delights of a year are crowded into a day, an hour; and the ignorant
+reader of their obituary sighs mournfully, computing their lives by a
+false reckoning. Yet after all, we have been disposed to regard the death
+of the young as something unnatural; the violent rending asunder of soul
+and body; the penalty enacted of a life artificial in its modes and
+repugnant to nature. As Cicero has beautifully expressed it, it is like
+the sudden quenching of a bright flame; but the death of the virtuous Old
+is as expected, as free from terror as the sunset; it is the coming of a
+gentle sleep after a long and weary day.
+
+Travers was in the very gush and spring-tide of his youth; yet crowned as
+he was with blessings, and every attribute for their most perfect
+enjoyment, the true secret of his too fond desire to live, was that _he
+loved_:
+
+                       'He loved but one,
+  And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his.'
+
+In her the poetry of his life centred; and as a river is swollen by divers
+rills, and tributary streams, so all the thoughts and passions of his soul
+hurried with a pure and rapid tide to mingle and be lost in one. But
+illness, and the long looking at death, and above all, the Christian's
+hope, enable us one by one to break off the dearest ties, and to renounce
+whatever we most love on earth. And so my young friend in good time
+emerged from the cloud which obscured his prospects, and saw clearly
+beyond the vale. It is not long since, being well assured that his fate
+was inevitable, he expressed a desire, which he carried into execution, to
+visit once more his well-loved haunts, and take a solemn farewell of them
+all. As one grasps the hand of a friend at parting, he looked his last at
+things which were inanimate. He rambled in the deep, dark groves whither
+he had so often gone in health, to enjoy their Gothic grandeur, to breathe
+the spirit of the religion they inspire, or to murmur in their deepest
+shades the accents of his pure and passionate love. He inscribed his name
+for the last time upon the smooth bark of a tree; then leaving them
+forever, as he emerged into the gay meadows, he turned to me with tears
+and said:
+
+  'Ye woods, and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
+  Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth
+  The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart!'
+
+He clambered the steep hill-side, and sinking exhausted beneath a smitten
+tree, enjoyed the picturesqueness of the scene; the meadows, the streams,
+the pasture-grounds, the dappled herds, the sereneness of the summer
+skies, cleft by the wing of the musical lark, in all their purity of blue.
+He sat beside the sea-shore, and watched the big billows breaking and
+bursting at his feet; and as he looked where the waters and the sky met
+together in the far horizon, he exclaimed, 'Now indeed do I long to fly
+away!' Then he returned to his pillow, never to go forth again. 'I shall
+die,' he said, 'when the season is in its prime and glory; when the fields
+are green and the trees leafy; and the sunlight shall shimmer down through
+the branches where the birds sing over my grave.' Then casting a look at
+his books, where they stood neatly arranged on the well-filled shelves, he
+lamented that he had not time to garner half the stores of a beautiful
+literature; to satisfy his perpetual thirst; to drink to the full at the
+'pure wells of English undefiled.' There were the Greek poets, whom he
+would have more intimately cherished, (he had been lately absorbed in the
+sublimity of the 'Prometheus Vinctus;') there was the great master and
+anatomizer of the human heart, who knew how to detail the springs of
+action common to all ages, the paragon of that deep learning which is not
+derived from books, but gleaned by his genius from all nature with a rare
+intuition, and with an incomprehensible power of research. In him what
+mines of instruction, what sources of undiscovered delight, what
+philosophy yet to be grappled with, to be laid to the heart! Charles Lamb
+has with a quaint melancholy depicted the pain of parting from his books,
+and from the indefinable delights laid up in each dear folio. Yet after
+all, what is the literature of one age but the reproduction, the
+remoulding, the condensation of the literature of another; the loss and
+destruction of its waste ore, but the re-setting of its gems, and the
+renewed investiture of all its beauties. There is no glowing thought, no
+exquisite conception, no sublime and beautiful idea, which is not
+imperishable as the mind itself, and which shall not be carried on from
+age to age, or if destroyed or lost upon the written page, revived by some
+happy coincidence of intellectual being, and perpetuated and enjoyed, here
+or hereafter, wherever mind exists. A communion like this will be a
+communion of spirits. A finer organization, expanded faculties shall
+rapidly consume the past; but oh, the future! what glories are to be
+crowded into its immensity? How shall knowledge be commensurate with the
+stars, or wander over the universe? Now bring me the written Revelation,
+the written word. It clasps within its volume all excellencies, all
+sublimities of speech; secrets which could not be developed by reason, nor
+found in the arcana of human wisdom. Henceforth this shall be my only
+companion, and its promises shall light my passage over the grave.'
+
+I marked the lustrous beaming of his eye, and from that time he looked at
+all things on the 'bright side.' His very love could think upon its object
+without a tear, and look forward to a pure and eternal re-union. At last
+the hour of dissolution came. I knew it by its unerring symptoms; yet
+still I listened to his passionate, poetic converse. It was for the last
+time; I was in the chamber of death. What observer can mistake it; the
+darkened windows, the stillness, the grouping, the subdued sobs, the awful
+watchfulness for the identical moment when a lovely and intellectual
+spirit breaks its bonds, as if the strained vision could detect the
+spiritual essence. What a heart-sickness comes over those who love! What a
+change in the appearance of all things! The very sun-light is
+disagreeable, the very skies a mockery; the very roses unlovely. We look
+out of the casement, and see the external face of nature still the same;
+how heartless, how destitute of sympathy, now appears the whole world
+without, with the home, that inner world! How can those birds sing so
+sweetly on the branches; how can the flowers bloom as brightly as ever;
+how can those children play so gleefully; how can yon group laugh with
+such unconcern! He is an only son. Though wan, and wasted in all his
+lineaments, his pure brow, his gentle expression, tell that he was worthy
+to be loved. Can no human power restore him to the arms of a fond mother?
+It is in vain! The spirit flutters upon his lips; it has departed. But it
+has left behind it a token; a clear, bright impress; a smile of
+undissembled love and purity; an expression beaming with the last
+unutterable peace; the graces which were so winning upon earth, but which
+shall attain their perfection in heaven.
+
+
+
+
+FREEDOM'S BEACON.
+
+    'To-day, to-day it speaks to us! Its future auditories will be the
+    generations of men, as they rise up before it and gather round it'
+
+                                                              WEBSTER.
+
+
+  'To-day it speaks to us!'
+    Of 'the times that tried men's souls,'
+  When hostile ships rode where yon bay
+    Its deep blue waters rolls:
+  When the war-cloud dark was lowering
+    Portentous o'er the land;
+  When the vassal troops of Britain came
+    With bayonet, sword and brand.
+
+  'To-day it speaks to us!'
+    Of brave deeds nobly done,
+  When patriot hearts beat high with hope,
+    Ere Freedom's cause was won:
+  Of the conflict fierce, where fell
+    New-England's valiant men,
+  Who waved their country's banner high,
+    Though warm blood dyed it then!
+
+  And will its voice be still
+    When the thousands of to-day,
+  Who have come like pilgrim-worshippers,
+    From earth shall pass away?
+  Oh no! 'the potent orator'
+    To future times shall tell
+  Where PRESCOTT, BROOKS, and PUTNAM fought,
+    Where gallant WARREN fell.
+
+  'Twill speak of these, and others--
+    Of brave men, born and nurst
+  In stormy times, on Danger's lap.
+    Who dared Oppression's worst:
+  Of Vernon's chief, and he who came
+    Across the Atlantic flood,
+  To offer to the patriot's GOD
+    A sacrifice of blood.
+
+  Long as the 'Bay State' cherishes
+    One thought of sainted sires,
+  Long as the day-god greets her cliffs,
+    Or gilds her domes and spires;
+  Long as her granite hills remain
+    Firm fixed, so long shall be
+  Yon Monument on Bunker's height
+    A beacon for the free!
+
+
+
+
+A WINTER TRIP TO TRENTON FALLS.
+
+IN THREE SCENES.
+
+
+SCENE FIRST.
+
+Morning; eight on the clock. BILLING'S HOTEL, Trenton. Outside, a clear
+bright sun glancing down through an atmosphere sparkling with frost, upon
+as fine a road for a sleigh-ride as ever tempted green-mountain boys and
+girls for a moonlight flit. Inside, a well-furnished breakfast-table,
+beef-steak, coffee, toast, etc., etc. On the one side of it your
+correspondent; serious, as if he considered breakfast a thing to be
+attended to. He is somewhat, as the lady on the other side of the table
+says, _somewhat_ in the 'sear leaf,' by which name indeed she is pleased
+to call him; but there is enough of spring in her, to suffice for all
+deficiencies in him. Like the morning, she is a _little_ icy, but
+sunshiny, sparkling, exhilarating, thoughtful, youthful--and decided. She
+takes no marked interest in the breakfast.
+
+'Sear leaf!' Madam, say on.
+
+'I wish to go to the Falls.'
+
+'To what!'
+
+'To the Falls--to Trenton Falls.'
+
+He drops his knife and fork. 'Whew! what! in winter?--in the snow?--on the
+ice?'
+
+'Certainly; that is just the season.'
+
+'Crazy! You were there in the summer----'
+
+'I know it; every one goes there in summer. I must see them now. There's
+no time like it; in their drapery of snow and ice; in the sternness and
+solitude, the wild grandeur of winter!'
+
+'How you run on! You'll miss the cars at Utica.'
+
+'I don't care.'
+
+'You'll be a day later in New-York.'
+
+'I don't care. I must see them in their hoary head.'
+
+'You wish to see if they look as well in gray hairs as I do, perhaps.'
+
+'Yes.'
+
+'You really must go?'
+
+'Yes.'
+
+'You are a very imperious young lady; and allow me to say, that although
+some young gentlemen----'
+
+Lady, interrupting him: 'Shall I ring the bell?' She rings it. Enter
+landlord. She orders the horse and cutter.
+
+
+SCENE SECOND.
+
+Enter landlord: 'All ready, Sir.'
+
+'Will you allow me to ask if your feet are warmly clad, Madam?'
+
+'I am ready for the ascent of Mont Blanc, or a ramble with a hunter upon
+the shore of Hudson's Bay.'
+
+'Very well; now for the cutter.'
+
+'Landlord, just step round, if you please, and put that buffalo-robe a
+little more closely about the lady. Hold fast, hostler! That horse likes
+any thing better than standing still.'
+
+'Ay, ay, Sir.'
+
+'Now we are ready. Let go! Away we dash; 'on for the Falls!' Gently, my
+good horse, gently round this corner; now 'go ahead!' How do you like my
+steed, Madam?'
+
+'A rein-deer could not transact this little business better.'
+
+'Is not this a glorious morning?'
+
+'Vivifying to the utmost! How far we fail of becoming acquainted with the
+face of nature, when we only come to look upon it in summer! It is as if
+one should only look upon the human face in the hues of youth, and never
+upon the gray head; on the brow where high thoughts have left their
+impress; on the face which deeper and sterner knowledge, research,
+patience, have made eloquent, while stealing away the rose. As for me,
+though I am but a girl, I like to see sometimes an old man; one who in the
+trial-hour of life has kept his integrity; and when the snows of age fall
+on him, he gently bends beneath their weight, like those old cedars yonder
+by the way-side, beneath their weight of snow. Wherever the eye can pierce
+their white vesture, all is still deep spring-green beneath; unchanged at
+heart--strong and true. So I like to look on you, Sere Leaf.'
+
+'Thank you! You have a gift at compliments.'
+
+'Summer reminds one of feeling and Lalla Rookh; Winter; of intellect and
+Paradise Lost.'
+
+'How your voice rings in this clear air! Do you know what Dean Swift says
+a sleigh-ride is like? 'Sitting in the draft of a door with your feet in a
+pail of cold water!''
+
+'Abominable! libellous! Exhilaration and comfort are so blended in me
+that---- But is not that the house?'
+
+'Ay; here we are! Smoke from the chimney; some one is there to welcome us,
+no doubt. Gently, my Bucephalus, through this gate! There comes the
+landlord. Treat my horse well, if you please; we are going to the Falls.'
+
+
+SCENE THIRD.
+
+'Madam, are you ready for the woods?'
+
+'Quite. How still the air is! Why don't you thank me for insisting on
+coming? You have no gratitude. There's not two inches of snow on the
+ground. It all seems piled upon these grand old trees. There! see that
+tuft of it falling and now spreading into a cloud of spangles in the
+sun-light which streams down by those old pines. Hark! the roar of waters!
+The sound seems to find new echoes in these snow-laden boughs, and lingers
+as if loth to depart.'
+
+'This way, Madam; the trees are bent too low over the path to allow a
+passage there. We are near the bank which overlooks the first fall. Take
+my arm; the brink may be icy. Lo! the abyss!'
+
+'Magnificent! What a rush of waters! How the swollen stream foams and
+rages!'
+
+'And see! the pathway under the shelving rock where we passed in summer is
+completely colonnaded by a row of tall ice pillars; gigantic,
+symmetrical--fluted, even. What Corinthian shaft ever equalled them! What
+capital ever rivalled the delicacy or grace of those ice-and-hemlock
+wreaths about their summits!'
+
+'And see those pines, rank above rank, higher and higher; stately and
+still and snow-robed like tall centinels! Perhaps, Sear Leaf, the Old
+Guard might have stood thus in the Russian snows over NAPOLEON, when he
+bivouacked on the hill-side, and sought rest while his spirit was as
+wildly tossed as the waters that dash beneath us.'
+
+'Yes, Lady; or it may be that these trees in their perpetual green, in
+their calmness and dignity, may be emblematic of the way in which the
+angels who watch on earth look down on man. Perfect rest on perfect
+unrest.'
+
+'Ah! you grow gloomy.'
+
+'Took I not my hue from you? On, then, for the higher fall!'
+
+'These trees seem to have increased in stature since the summer we were
+here. As we proceed, the snow lies thicker on them, and the branches seem
+closer locked; the roof overhead more complete. How still the woods are!
+Our very foot-fall is noiseless.'
+
+Influenced by the scene, they pass on in silence along the path which
+leads round the foot of the cone-like hill toward the cottage by the
+higher Falls, whose deep roar now breaks upon the ear, and rolls through
+the motionless forest. Thus then the Lady to Sear Leaf:
+
+'Has GOD any other temple like this?'
+
+'Never a one, reared by any hand save His!'
+
+'What organ ever rolled so deep a bass through arches so grand! See how
+the sunlight glances amid the gnarled branches of the roof, and here and
+there falls through on the floor below; making those low icy forms look
+like the shrubs of the valley of diamonds in the eastern story. Just so it
+is that the light of truth struggles through entangled and dark mazes of
+human error, and here and there illuminate some humble mind with its pure
+ray; while others, tall and strong and haughty, like those old trees, are
+left darkened.'
+
+'You have a noble nature, and should be nobly mated. But here we are upon
+the brow of the hill which leads to the cottage. The snow is deeper here:
+gently, now; a slide down this bank might check even _your_ enthusiasm.
+Take my arm; there--so; safe at the bottom! Let us go forward upon the
+platform of the cottage over the Falls. No bench? Well, sit upon my
+cloak.'
+
+'No, I won't.'
+
+'You must. There; be _pleased_ to sit and rest. What a gorgeous display of
+frost-work and flashing light on fantastic forms of ice! How the spray
+rises and waves and changes its hues in the sun! And the trees, how
+delicately each sprig of the evergreens is covered with a dress so white
+and shining 'as no fuller on earth could whiten them.''
+
+'Even so, Sear Leaf; And I love to think that the same one who wove the
+glorious dress to which you refer, to gladden Peter, made this dazzling
+drapery, and gave us eyes to look upon it. It recalls to my mind the song
+of the Seraphim: 'The whole earth is full of thy glory!''
+
+'Did they not, Lady, sing of a moral glory?'
+
+'No; decidedly no. There was no moral glory in the earth when they sang
+that song. Even the chosen people of GOD are then and there denounced as
+having abandoned Him. No; it was the glory of the works of His hands, such
+as we look upon this day, which elicited their praise.'
+
+'I believe your exegesis is right. The scene is glorious. Summer in all
+her loveliness has no dress like this. She has no hues equal to the play
+of colors on these walls and columns of ice, extending far as the eye can
+reach down the ravine, and towering in more than colossal grandeur. The
+water is in treble volume, and force and voice; and as it rolls its white
+folds of spotless foam down the valley, it reminds one of the great white
+throne of the Revelations, and this wavy foam the folds of the robe that
+filled the temple.'
+
+'It is inexpressibly, oppressively beautiful, Sear Leaf!'
+
+'Speaking of Revelation, how accurate is the description in Manfred of
+this scene!'
+
+'Let me hear it:'
+
+  'It is not noon; the sun-bow's rays still arch
+  The torrent with the many hues of heaven,
+  And roll the sheeted silver's waving column
+  O'er the crags headlong perpendicular,
+  And fling its lines of foaming light along
+  And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail,
+  The giant steed to be bestrode by Death,
+  As told in the apocalypse.'
+
+'Well, Madam, why are you silent? Shall we go?'
+
+'No. I could stay here till nightfall. I was thinking of the lines
+succeeding those you have repeated:
+
+                      ----'No eyes
+  But mine now drink the sight of loveliness,''
+
+'Am I nobody?'
+
+'We are alone here. How many of the light of heart, in youth and strength
+and beauty, climbed these rocks, shouted in these old woods, and gathered
+the summer flowers along these banks--and passed away! Where are they now!
+Some who wrote their names in the traveller's book in this cottage, have
+them now written by others on their tombstone. One I knew well, who, full
+of health and beauty, passed up this wild ravine, who has faded like the
+flowers she culled, and is now in her father's house, to pass in a few
+more days to heaven. And of all the rest, did we know their history, what
+a picture would it give of life!'
+
+'You are thoughtful for one so young.'
+
+'Are not twenty years enough to make one a moment thoughtful? Tell me now,
+thou of the gray head, of what art _thou_ thinking?'
+
+'Of earth's fairest scene, blent with her fairest daughter.'
+
+'Bravo! For what fair lady on your native mountains did you frame that
+compliment twenty years ago?'
+
+'Madam!'
+
+'Well?'
+
+'It is time to return.'
+
+                                                              G. P. T.
+
+
+
+
+THE RUINS OF BURNSIDE.
+
+
+  Sadly, amid this once delightful plain,
+    Stern ruin broods o'er crumbling porch and wall,
+  And shapeless stones, with moss o'ergrown, remain
+    To tell, Burnside, the story of thy fall:
+  These ancient oaks, although decaying, green,
+  Like weary watchers, guard the solemn scene.
+
+  Where cowslip cup and daisy sweetly bloomed,
+    Hemlock and fern, in rank luxuriance spread;
+  Where rose and lily once the air perfumed,
+    Wild dock and nettle sprout, no fragrance shed:
+  And here no more the throstle's mellow lay
+  Awakes with gladsome song the jocund day.
+
+  O'er yon church wall the ivy creeps, as fain
+    To shield it from thy withering touch, Decay;
+  No pastor ever more shall there explain
+    The sacred text, nor with his hearers, pray
+  To the Eternal Throne for grace divine;
+  Nor sing His praise, nor taste the bread and wine.
+
+  And here of yore the parish school-house stood,
+    Where flaxen-pated boys were taught to read;
+  At merry noon, in wild unfettered mood,
+    They rushed with boisterous glee to stream or mead;
+  The care-worn teacher homeward wends his way,
+  And freer feels than his free boys at play.
+
+  Yon roofless cot, which still the alders shade,
+    While all around is desolate and sere,
+  Perchance the dwelling of some village maid,
+    Who fondly watched her aged parents here;
+  And with her thrifty needle, or her wheel,
+  Earned for the lowly three the scanty meal.
+
+  Close by yon smithy stood the village inn,
+    Where farmers clinched each bargain o'er a glass;
+  And oft, amid mirth's unrestricted din,
+    Would Time with softer foot, and swifter pass.
+  The husband here his noisy revel kept,
+  While by her lonely hearth the good wife wept.
+
+  At lazy twilight, 'neath yon ancient elm,
+    The village statesmen met in grave debate,
+  And sagely told, if at their country's helm,
+    How bravely they would steer the ship of state
+  From treacherous quicksands or from leeward shore,
+  And all they said, betrayed their wondrous lore.
+
+  I've seen the thoughtless rustic pass thee by;
+    In thee, perhaps, his ancestors were bred,
+  And, at my question, point without a sigh,
+    Where calmly rest thy unremembered dead;
+  I asked thy fate, and, as he answered, smiled,
+  'Thus looked these ruins since I was a child.'
+
+  Methinks, Burnside, I see thee in thy prime,
+    When thou wert blessed with innocent content,
+  Thy robust dwellers, prodigal of time,
+    Yet still with cheerful heart to labor went;
+  Nor envied lordly pomp, with courtly train,
+  Of empty rank and fruitful acres vain.
+
+  Methinks I see a summer evening pass,
+    When thou wert peopled, and in sinless glee
+  Methinks the lusty ploughman and his lass
+    Dance with unmeasured mirth, enraptured, free,
+  While seated from the joyous throng apart,
+  The blind musician labors at his art.
+
+  Though fancy, wayward as the vagrant wind,
+    May picture scenes of unambitious taste,
+  Yet vainly now, we look around to find
+    Thy early beauty mid this dreary waste;
+  Unmourned, unmissed, thus in thy fallen state,
+  Thou art an emblem of the common fate!
+
+  Before the stern destroyer all shall bow,
+    And sweet Burnside, like thine, 'twill be my lot
+  To lie a ruin, tenantless and low,
+    By friends unmentioned, and by foes forgot:
+  As earth's uncounted millions I shall be--
+  No mortal think, no record speak of me!
+
+                                                     KENNETH ROOKWOOD.
+
+
+
+
+CORONATION OF GEORGE THE FOURTH.
+
+BY THE LATE WILLIAM ABBOTT.
+
+
+There is one great and peculiar characteristic in all the movements of
+JOHN BULL. A more gullible epitome of the human race does not exist. Let
+the case be right or wrong, only apply to him an inflammatory preparation,
+through the medium of a little exaggerated truth, and his frame is
+prepared to receive the largest dose of monstrous improbabilities that can
+possibly be administered; and till he has had his 'full swing' in the
+expression of his outraged feelings and boiling indignation, you might as
+easily attempt to check the mighty torrent of Niagara. John, however, is a
+free agent, and on the truest principles of freedom will hear but one side
+of the question as long as his prejudices continue; and after all, I
+believe it may fairly be put down to an honest impulse in favor of the
+oppressed, and a determination that no man, however elevated in rank,
+shall be screened from that equal justice which England delights in
+according. But the scales of justice, though equally balanced in the
+courts, get so bruised and bespattered in the minds of the fickle
+multitude, that time alone will bring them to their proper equilibrium.
+Let us travel back to the impeachment of the DUKE OF YORK, in the case of
+the celebrated MRS. CLARK. To attempt to palliate the acts of His Royal
+Highness was to commit an overt act of treason against the sovereign
+people; to admit his indiscretions, but deny his guilty participation, or
+even knowledge of the peculations committed in his name, would expose one
+to the reputation of being either a fool or a madman. The sage counsellors
+of the city, those bright constellations immortalized in all ages, not
+only set the noble example of awarding the freedom of the city to the
+immortal Colonel Wardle for his wholesale calumnies, but services of plate
+poured in from all parts; and even a portion of the legislators of Great
+Britain were offering up their humble adoration at the shrine of an
+accomplished courtezan. What was the result? Reflection gradually
+triumphed; all the gross and filthy exaggerations were sifted through the
+dirty channels which had given rise to them; a sober judgment at length
+was given; and the Duke, though not freed from the responsibility of
+having been betrayed into great errors, was honorably and universally
+acquitted of all intentional wrong. From that moment a more popular prince
+was not in existence; and with the exception of those human infirmities
+'which flesh is heir to,' few men descended to the grave more really
+beloved. The chief of the gang of persecutors, Colonel Wardle, shrunk into
+miserable retirement, and died 'unwept, unhonored, and unsung.'
+
+This, however, was nothing when compared with the mighty fever of
+excitement produced in the public mind by the arrival of QUEEN CAROLINE in
+England. Here was political diet to satisfy the cravings of all parties; a
+stepping-stone to popularity in which all ranks participated. The peer,
+the lawyer, the church-warden, down to the very skimmings of the parish;
+sober rational people; the class so honorably prized in England, the
+middle class, also became enthusiasts in the cause of the 'most virtuous
+Queen that ever graced these realms.' The independent voters of
+Westminster; the illustrious class of donkey-drivers; the retailers of
+cats'-meat; all, all felt a noble indignation at the treatment of 'KEVEEN
+CAROLINE.' Days that if allotted to labor would have increased the
+comforts of their homes and families, were freely sacrificed to
+processions in honor of Her Majesty. Addresses poured in from every parish
+in the vast metropolis; representatives of virtuous females were hired,
+all dressed in white--sweet emblem of their purity! Perhaps England was
+never nearer the brink of engulphing ruin. The high Tory aristocracy
+almost stood alone at this momentous period. The public sentiment took but
+one tone at the theatres; and 'GOD save the QUEEN' was continually called
+for. At Covent-Garden and Drury-Lane an occasional struggle was made
+against the popular cry, but it was speedily drowned in clamor. The trial
+commenced, and an unfortunate witness appeared on behalf of the crown, who
+obtained the universal cognomen of '_Non mi Ricordo_.' This added fuel to
+the fire; and the irritation of the public mind was roused into phrenzy by
+the impression that perjured witnesses were suborned from foreign
+countries to immolate the Queen upon the altar of vengeance. If the
+Queen's counsel had been satisfied with allowing the evidence for the
+prosecution to remain uncontradicted, and suffered the case to stand upon
+its own merits, Her Majesty must have been acquitted; but 'by your own
+lips I will condemn you' was made too manifest in the defence. The
+division left so small a majority, that ministers wisely abandoned any
+farther prosecution of the case. I heard most of the speeches of the
+defence; and it was curious to observe the different modes of argument
+adopted. BROUGHAM was an advocate, pleading eagerly a doubtful cause;
+DENMAN was the enthusiastic defender of a Queen conscious of her
+innocence, and setting all personal considerations at defiance. The public
+feeling, no longer fed by an opposing power, calmly settled down, and men
+began to wonder at the cause of their phrenzy. The innocence of the Queen
+did not appear so manifest, as the unwise and heartless treatment she
+experienced. 'A widowed wife, a childless mother;' these were powerful
+enough to excite the deepest sympathy; and certainly a much harder lot
+could not have befallen the humblest of her sex. Theatres are very
+commonly the touchstones by which one may discover the bearing of the
+public mind; and Her Majesty, by way of proving it, visited all the minor
+theatres, which were densely crowded upon each attendance. A play was then
+commanded at the two Theatres Royal. The effect produced at Drury-Lane I
+do not recollect; but it is certain that the announcement at Covent-Garden
+reduced rather than increased the receipts. The pit was but moderately
+attended, and the boxes nearly deserted. This was a touchstone from which
+there was no escaping; and it was really a mortifying scene to witness the
+utter neglect with which majesty was received. But alas! the bitter cup of
+mortification was to be drained to the very dregs; and the Queen's own
+rashness, or the bad advice of wrong-headed counsellors, hastened the
+catastrophe.
+
+A short period had elapsed, when the public attention was gradually
+directed toward THE CORONATION. The court papers teemed with descriptions
+of the expected magnificence. The length of time that had intervened
+between the coronation of George III. and the intended pageant of George
+IV., excited all the feeling of novelty. The known magnificence of the
+King, his undisputed taste, and his gallant, princely bearing, all kept
+attention on the _qui vive_. The unfortunate Queen, who obstinately
+rejected all compromise, remained in the country; and like an ignis
+fatuus, disturbed the serenity of men's minds, and kept alive a feeling of
+anxiety. Mr. Harris, the manager and one of the proprietors of
+Covent-Garden, was gifted with a tact always ready to take advantage of
+scenes of passing interest. He lost no time in reviving the second part of
+Henry IV., with all the splendor of the coronation. The champion on this
+occasion excited much more interest than all the beauties of SHAKSPEARE,
+and the theatre was nightly crowded to suffocation. The whole company of
+performers paraded in the procession; and though a member of the peerage,
+I cannot exactly call to mind the title I bore; which, however, with my
+accustomed good fortune, I exchanged for a real character at the real
+coronation. Having the honor of being known most particularly to the Earl
+of Glengall, he with the greatest kindness made me his page upon that
+memorable occasion. This certainly was a very distinguished mark of his
+friendship, for only one Esquire was allotted to each peer, and the
+greatest interest was made to obtain those appointments.
+
+The eventful morning came; and London presented at day-break crowds of
+carriages of every description, and its floating population pouring in
+dense masses to every point that possessed the slightest degree of
+interest. Lord Glengall, in order to avoid the misery of passing through
+crowded streets, and of being every moment impeded in his course, engaged
+apartments in Lambeth, at Godfrey and Jule's, the boat-builders, where he
+slept the night preceding. His lordship had appointed me to breakfast with
+him there, at six o'clock on that eventful morning; I was resolved to be
+in time, and at half past two, A. M., I left my home and fell in with a
+line of carriages on my way toward Westminster bridge. I found that many
+of them had been there from twelve the preceding night; peers and
+peeresses in their robes, gently moving, not hastening, to the desired
+spot. After waiting some two hours with exemplary patience, and finding my
+case entirely hopeless, I wisely took the precaution of driving to the
+water-side at Chelsea, for the purpose of procuring a boat. As it is
+possible that some of the distinguished artists of the day may wish to
+convey my appearance to posterity, I will give a description of my dress;
+and I shall also feel greatly obliged, if at the same time they will
+select the best-looking portrait of me for the likeness: a scarlet tunic,
+embroidered with gold-thread; a purple satin sash, with a deep gold
+fringe; a ruff _ą la Elizabeth_; white satin pantaloons; shoes with
+crimson rosettes; black velvet hat and feathers. My hair, not naturally
+curling, had been put in graceful _papillote_ the preceding evening. As I
+write in the reign of Queen VICTORIA, the reader will readily believe that
+people are not much in the habit of walking about the streets in such a
+costume. Imagine therefore my arrival at the watermen's landing very soon
+after five o'clock in the morning; a splendid sun pouring, if not
+absolutely a flood of light, yet its lovely beams upon my person. Crowds
+of little girls and boys instantly gathered on the spot, receiving me with
+small voices but loud huzzahs, as I descended from the carriage. A boat
+was immediately ordered; but as there were several at the landing, all but
+the one engaged naturally felt the cruelty of not being permitted to come
+in for their share of extortion on such an occasion.
+
+'I say, Sir,' said one of the unwashed, 'them's a pretty pair of red
+ribbands in your shoes; I want just such a pair for my little 'un at
+home.'
+
+I knew there was only one way of dealing with them; I therefore put on one
+of my blandest smiles, and gently replied: 'Well, my good fellow, if you
+will give me your address, I will send you a pair to-morrow.' This settled
+the affair in good humor, and I was suffered to reach the boat without
+farther annoyance. We had put into the stream but a short distance, when I
+encountered a boat-full of roysterers; for old father Thames was thickly
+studded on this occasion with boats of all classes; when one turned to
+another in the boat and cried out in the most lugubrious accents, which
+did not fail to excite shouts of laughter:
+
+'I say, Bill, is that 'ere feller a man or a voman?'
+
+I thought now I had fairly passed my ordeal and might go on in peace; but
+no; we were obliged to pull in near shore, as we were rowing against tide.
+Milbank was crowded, and from the midst of the polite assemblage a gentle
+female voice cried out:
+
+'My eyes! Tom! if there isn't one of Astley's riders!'
+
+I at length arrived at my place of appointment, and had a good hearty
+laugh at breakfast over my little annoyances. While engaged in that
+interesting meal, the shouts of the people passed across the water. It was
+occasioned by the arrival of the Queen, who was refused admittance to the
+Abbey. Almost all parties blamed her for the attempt, nor did she produce
+the sensation she had evidently calculated upon. It was like trying to
+renew a lost game, when all interest had subsided. It was the final blow
+to all her ambitious aspirations, which speedily ended, where all our
+vanities must end, in the silent grave. I wish it to be perfectly
+understood that I have no idea of entering into a rivalry with Hume, in
+giving another History of England; but as these events of stirring
+interest passed within my own time, and of which I was a close observer, I
+trust the introduction will not appear misplaced; taking into
+consideration that I profess to give my general reminiscences, and not
+simply to confine them to my profession. Perhaps it would be wise on my
+part to drop a veil over the gorgeous spectacle; for like a visit to the
+Falls of Niagara, the most enlarged description a prudent person ought to
+indulge in, would be simply, 'I have seen the Falls;' so if I were to show
+my prudence, I should say, 'I saw the Coronation.' But how is it possible
+to refrain from giving expression, however slight and sketchy, to scenes
+of such unexampled magnificence?
+
+We crossed the river at seven o'clock, and had the advantage of passing
+through the private residence of one of the principal officers of the
+House of Commons, and marched on to Westminster Hall without impediment. I
+had a distinct ticket for the Abbey where I had no duty to perform; and
+indeed throughout the day it was purely nominal. I had therefore all the
+advantages of passing and repassing at my own will and discretion, and of
+paying visits to the Palace-Yard to different friends who had secured
+places to witness the procession. On first entering that most magnificent
+of halls, it was impossible not to be struck with its gigantic proportions
+and superb embellishments. Galleries were erected for the peeresses,
+foreign ambassadors, and the most distinguished visitors. Admirable
+arrangements were also made for that portion of the public who had been so
+fortunate as to procure a Lord Chamberlain's ticket. Costume also was
+strictly attended to here, no gentleman being admitted save in full
+court-suit or military uniform; and the ladies of course shone in all the
+splendor that gave grace to their lovely forms, and added a native lustre
+to all the artificial aids which gave such light and brilliancy to the
+glowing scene.
+
+The monotony of the early part of the morning was relieved by the absurd
+evolutions of the gentlemen from the cinque-ports who had the privilege of
+carrying the Canopy of the Cloth of Gold over His Majesty. If truth may be
+told on state occasions, it must be said that they did not perform their
+movements with much grace. They were not regularly disciplined troops, but
+fairly occupied the position of the 'awkward squad.' It had the effect,
+however, of exciting a good deal of merriment; indeed I have seldom seen a
+rehearsal produce such striking effects. The high and imposing ceremonies
+of the Church, partaking largely of the grand and mystic formula which
+belonged to our cathedral service before the Reformation, and which again
+bids fair, at least partially, to occupy its altars, impressed upon the
+vast and brilliant assemblage gathered beneath the Gothic roof a mingled
+feeling of royalty and devotion, which was in former days the very essence
+of chivalry, and which seemed to have taken new growth in this advanced
+age, from the associating link of ancient costume, which met the eye at
+every turn. The austere and solemn silence of the place was lost in the
+mingled feelings which occupied all hearts; and as the lofty chants of the
+church swelled into divine melody, a half-breathing, a solemn, suppressed
+emotion, spoke deeply to the heart of other realms above. It is impossible
+to hear the loud swell of the organ and exquisite melody of the varieties
+of the human voice harmoniously blended, and bursting forth together in
+one loud and glorious song of praise, without feeling that our destiny is
+more than earthly. It should be taken into consideration that there is a
+vast multitude on the outside, who are really getting impatient for their
+part of the pageant. It is true, those who have secured places in the
+different splendid pavilions erected in the immediate vicinity of the
+platform, are more at their ease, and with the aid of long purses can
+indulge in all the luxuries so amply provided by liberal caterers; but
+still 'fair play' is our motto; and we will at once throw open the
+abbey-doors and marshal forth the most brilliant _cortége_ that ever
+issued from its sacred walls; the herb-woman, Miss Fellows, and her
+attendants, strewing the path with flowers, blending the red rose and the
+white together, symbolical of the fact, that 'no longer division racked
+the state,' but that unreserved allegiance was due to the monarch before
+them. The excitement of the morning with respect to the QUEEN had not
+entirely subsided; and some few greetings must have caught the KING'S ear,
+that were not expressive of unbounded loyalty; but these formed a very
+slight proportion of the people. LORD CASTLEREAGH came in also for his
+share of these unseemly greetings; but his noble glance and really
+majestic appearance; his smile, not of disdain, but which marked an
+unflinching firmness of resolve; speedily converted their anger into
+applause. THE DUKE OF YORK and PRINCE LEOPOLD excited great interest by
+their dignified and elegant deportment. The KING, as he passed up the
+hall, was greeted with the most enthusiastic cheering and the waving of
+handkerchiefs from the élite of both sexes; but he appeared oppressed and
+worn down with fatigue, in which doubtless anxiety had its portion. His
+Majesty then retired to an apartment prepared for his reception, to take
+some repose during the royal banquet.
+
+The long tables running down the hall on each side were covered with rich
+damask; triumphal arches and every ingenious device that could by
+possibility bear upon the pageant, were lavishly placed upon the tables,
+splendidly ornamented with artificial flowers, rivalling the goddess Flora
+herself. The entrance to the hall was a grand Gothic archway; but one of
+the most singular effects produced, was by the numerous chandeliers in
+_ormolu_ hanging from the lofty roof, sending forth myriads of little
+twinkling stars, that essayed to dim the light of the sun, who here and
+there sent in his beams through the narrow loopholes and windows of the
+hall, to catch a glimpse of the splendid ceremonies. The banquet
+commenced; and it was not a little amusing to see the city authorities
+maintain their charter by commencing a most formidable attack upon the
+turtle and the viands which were so profusely spread over the table. Not a
+moment was lost. Triumphal arches quickly assumed the appearance of
+shapeless ruins, and wines from every quarter of the globe paid a heavy
+duty upon being deposited in the city vats!
+
+At length the martial clangor of the trumpet announced the royal banquet.
+His Majesty took his seat on the _dais_, with the imperial crown upon his
+head amid the deafening shouts of the up-standing noblesse of the land.
+LORD GLENGALL'S seat was high up in the hall; and next to him, on one
+side, was the EARL OF BLESSINGTON, whom I had the honor of knowing, and
+the EARL OF FALMOUTH on the other, both of whom are now gathered to their
+fathers. They insisted upon my taking a seat with them, to which of course
+I was nothing loath; and there I fully participated in all the luxuries of
+the table, instead of waiting like an humble page for the remains of the
+feast. Lord Blessington requested me to go into the peeresses' gallery and
+endeavour to procure refreshments for LADY BLESSINGTON. I had never seen
+her ladyship; but her famed beauty and talents did not render the task one
+of great difficulty. Amid a blaze of beauty, I soon discovered the fair
+lady, to whom I was to enact my part of Esquire. In return for the
+attentions I had the good fortune to offer, I received most gracious
+smiles, and the blandest of speeches, and felt myself rise in stature as I
+again paced the ancient hall. At length one of the most imposing
+ceremonies commenced; and many a swan-like neck was stretched to catch a
+glimpse of the unapproachable magnificence of the scene; the entrance of
+the champion (accompanied by the hero of a thousand battles,) in a full
+suit of armor and superbly mounted on a white charger with a plume of
+feathers on its head; the MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA, similarly caparisoned; the
+LORD HOWARD of Effingham, and others of comparatively less note. It had
+been whispered that Mr. Horace Seymour (now SIR HORACE,) had been selected
+by His Majesty for that important character, and his splendid appearance
+would perhaps under other circumstances have justified the choice. The
+right, however, was hereditary, and the real representative would indeed
+have shown craven, and unworthy the high distinction, if he had
+relinquished so honorable a position. The anecdote which is related at the
+coronation of George III., of the challenge having been accepted in behalf
+of PRINCE CHARLES STUART, after the gauntlet was dashed upon the earth,
+was here omitted; for here, happily, there was an undisputed succession.
+After the champion had drank to the health of 'GEORGE THE FOURTH, the
+rightful monarch of Great Britain,' in a cup of gold sent by His Majesty,
+(and which is retained by the champion,) he and the accompanying nobles
+backed their horses the whole distance down the hall, gracefully bowing to
+their monarch at distinct intervals, amid the most enthusiastic cheering.
+
+WALTER SCOTT was there, his eye sparkling with delight, and devouring that
+magnificence of which _his_ pen alone could convey the unlimited splendor.
+_Non nobis Domine_ was given by a numerous choir most superbly; and the
+whole of the ceremonies were at length concluded. I left the hall with the
+loss of my cap and feathers, and in a humble beaver, which I borrowed from
+a friend in the immediate vicinity, I elbowed my way through the crowd,
+sated with splendor and fairly exhausted. London was a blaze of light, and
+Hyde Park, I presume for the first time, was brilliantly illuminated.
+Fireworks of the most dazzling description shot meteor-like from every
+open spot in the vast metropolis, and the pyrotechnical art displayed in
+the parks at the government expense beggared all description. As I have
+already stated, Covent-Garden Theatre made a golden harvest by
+anticipating the coronation; but it was left for Drury-Lane to give as
+near as possible a fac-simile of the one that had so recently taken place.
+A platform was thrown over the centre of the pit, across which the
+procession took place. ELLISTON repeated it so often to crowded houses,
+that at length he fancied himself the KING _de jure_; and his enthusiasm
+carried him to such an extent, that on one occasion he stopped suddenly in
+the centre of the platform, and with a most gracious and benignant smile,
+extended his arms at full length and gave the audience a regal blessing,
+in the following pithy sentence: '_Bless ye, my people!_'
+
+
+
+
+I FOLLOW.
+
+                  'O! mon roi!
+      Prends comme moi racine, ou donne-moi des ailes
+                  Comme a toi!'
+
+                                                          VICTOR HUGO.
+
+
+    Eagle! that coursing by on mighty pinion,
+      Cleaving the cloud with firm and dauntless breast,
+    Hast deigned to stoop thee from thy proud dominion,
+      To circle in thy flight my lowly nest.
+
+    I mark thee now, all heavenward ascending,
+      Thy far form cresting the cerulean,
+    Above earth's shadows on thy pathway wending,
+      Thine eye of fire aye fixed upon the sun.
+
+    Oh! as I watch thee, all unfettered sweeping
+      High o'er the rift that weighs my pinion here,
+    I yearn like thee my plume in ether steeping,
+      To soar away through yon free atmosphere.
+
+    Thine eye was on my spirit's humble dwelling,
+      And as I met its all pervading rays,
+    I felt along each vein new nature swelling,
+      And my weak heart grow strong beneath thy gaze.
+
+    And thus infused with thine unfearing spirit,
+      My wing, that scarcely might essay yon rack,
+    Casting the feebleness it did inherit,
+      Would boldly dare with thee the upward track.
+
+    And think not I would sink: no, all unquailing,
+      I poise me now to follow on thy way;
+    To mount the tempest-cloud with nerve unfailing,
+      And thread the path whereon the lightnings play.
+
+    Press on! strong plumed! on tireless wing upspringing,
+      Thy course be ever toward the empyrean;
+    And at thy side my bonded spirit winging,
+      Will mount with thee till thy high goal be won!
+
+_New-York, December, 1843._                            MARY E. HEWITT.
+
+
+
+
+REMINISCENCES OF A DARTMOOR PRISONER.
+
+NUMBER ONE.
+
+
+It was my fortune to be taken prisoner in India during the war of 1812. I
+was, with others, confined in Fort William at Calcutta, for several
+months, until the authorities could find an opportunity to send us to
+England. At length the Bengal fleet being ready for their return voyage,
+the prisoners were distributed on board the several vessels which composed
+it. I was placed with a few others on board the 'Lord Wellington,' and
+being in a destitute condition, I agreed to assist in working the ship to
+England, at the same rate as the regular hands on board. The fleet
+rendezvoused in the near vicinity, and consisted of something over thirty
+sail, most of them of the largest class, and equal in size to a
+line-of-battle ship. They were well armed, some carrying thirty or forty
+guns, with a plentiful supply of muskets, pikes, etc. This had been
+customary for many years, as a protection against the French privateers
+and men-of-war, which swarmed the Indian ocean; in many instances proving
+themselves more than a match for their enemies, and sometimes beating off
+large class frigates.
+
+On going on board, I found between four and five hundred people, including
+officers, passengers, and crew. The captain was a large heavy-built man,
+very unwieldy, and remarkable only for having a large, long body placed
+upon very small legs. He reminded me of an ill-constructed building, ready
+to fall by its own weight. He appeared never to be happy unless he was 'in
+hot water,' either with the passengers or crew. There were six mates, or
+more properly lieutenants, for all the officers were in uniform. There
+were also a dozen or more midshipmen, a boatswain and his two mates,
+gunners, quarter-masters, armorers, sail-makers, and carpenters in
+abundance. In short, we were fitted out in complete man-of-war fashion;
+not forgetting the cat-o'-nine-tails, which was used with great
+liberality. The crew was made up of all nations, but the majority
+consisted of broken-down men-of-war's men, who being unfit for His
+Majesty's service had little fear of imprisonment. The others were
+composed of Portuguese, Dutch, Italian, etc.; and taken altogether, one
+would have inferred that they must have been drafted from Falstaff's
+regiment of taterdamallions.
+
+One fine morning the fleet got under way. Nothing note-worthy or
+interesting however occurred until we made the island of Ceylon, where we
+lay a couple of days; during which time the crew _got_ and _kept_ most
+unaccountably drunk. The officers tried every method to solve the mystery,
+but without effect. The truth was, the men became suddenly fond of
+cocoa-nuts, selecting them from the bum-boats in preference to any other
+fruit. The secret was, that the shell was bored before the nut was quite
+ripe, the juice poured out, and _Arrack_ substituted in its place. Our
+next place of stopping was Madras, where we took in more cargo, but no
+more cocoa-nuts, as no fruit-boats put off to us, the weather being too
+rough to admit of it.
+
+We had now been at sea several weeks, and had many among our crew and
+passengers upon the sick-list. Of the former, was a young man on his first
+voyage. He had been ill more than a week, and there being no physician on
+board, there was little or nothing done for him. At length he became
+delirious at intervals; and during the whole of the last night of his
+existence he made the most piercing and heart-rending cries; calling
+incessantly for his mother and sister, and lamenting that he should never
+see them more. Poor fellow! before the next night he was sewed up in his
+hammock, with a couple of shot at his feet; prayers were read over him,
+and in the presence of his silent and pensive ship-mates, he was consigned
+to the ocean, that vast and sublime grave of countless millions of our
+race. Several weeks after this occurrence, one of the passengers, a
+Frenchman, died of the consumption, and was buried in the same way; and
+had not the subject been of too serious a nature, the event would have
+partaken somewhat of the ludicrous. As usual, the shot was placed at the
+feet of the dead body, but proved to be insufficient to sink it. The
+consequence was, that the head and shoulders remained above the surface,
+bobbing up and down, until we lost sight of it in the distance. The
+captain's clerk always officiated as Chaplain at the funerals and divine
+service; which latter, by the way, was more of a farce than any thing
+else; for I have known more than one instance where they have been
+interrupted in the very midst by a squall of wind. Then to see the hubbub;
+the congregation dispersed; some ordered aloft, with such pious (though
+sometimes more forcible) ejaculations as: 'Lay aloft there, you lubbers!
+D--n your bloods! I'll see your back-bones! I'll set the cat at you!' etc.
+
+We now approached the Cape of Good Hope. The weather became lowering; and
+as the day advanced, heavy masses of black clouds gradually arose above
+the horizon, and palled the sky. Night came on suddenly, and with it the
+threatened storm in all its fury. The darkness was as it were the
+quintessence of an ink-bottle. _Nothing_ could be seen, save when the
+lightning gleamed, or when the rockets which were sent up from the
+Commodore, and broke forth, spreading their lurid, baleful light to give
+notice to the squadron of their position; then for an instant the whole
+scene was lit up with a hideous glare, when all would subside again into
+tenfold darkness. This, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, the roar
+of thunder, and the booming of a gun at intervals from the Commodore, to
+give notice for putting about, gave a grandeur and sublimity to the scene,
+which I have never seen surpassed. Fear gave way to excitement; and the
+idea of perishing amid this terrible war of the elements was worth years
+of the monotony of every-day life. I thought too of the Flying Dutchman,
+but did not fall in with him until some time after, and then it was by
+day-light, and without the poetry of 'darkness, and cloud, and storm.'
+
+The tempest gradually subsided, and at the end of two or three days
+scarcely a breath of wind was to be felt. Angry Nature had changed her
+frowns for sportive smiles; the face of the great deep was like polished
+glass; but there was a long swell of the ocean, apparently of miles in
+length; its bosom heaving and sinking, as if still oppressed with its late
+troubles. Our ship lay utterly unmanageable, her sails flapping idly
+against the masts. There was not sufficient wind to make her answer the
+helm; and there we lay, rolling and plunging, expecting every moment to
+see our masts go by the board. The lower yards dipped at every roll; and
+so great was the strain, that it drew the strong iron ring-bolts by which
+the guns were secured, and the lashings which fastened the large
+water-butts broke loose. This was at night; and the power and speed with
+which these heavy articles were driven from side to side was truly
+terrific. It took all hands the whole night, (and not without great
+danger) to secure them. The next day, a new and greater danger presented
+itself in a different form. A large ship, about the size of our own, lay
+in the same helpless condition; and by reason of a current, or some other
+cause, approached so near that it became truly alarming. Both vessels were
+rolling their keels nearly out of the water; and had they come in contact,
+it would have been certain destruction to both. It was necessary that
+something should be done immediately; and the crews of both vessels were
+ordered into their respective boats, with lines attached to the ships; and
+with several hours' hard labor at the oars, they were enabled to separate
+them.
+
+It was about this time that I had a view, not of the Flying Dutchman
+exactly, but of his ship, while standing on the forecastle early one
+morning. There had been a fog during the night, and a portion of the vapor
+still hung over the surface of the water. I had remained in that position
+but a few moments, when my attention was called by the boatswain's-mate,
+who stood near by: 'Look yonder!' said he, pointing with his finger. I
+looked in the direction indicated, and lo! there lay the mystic 'Phantom
+Ship.' She was only a few yards off; perfectly becalmed, with no more
+motion than if painted on canvass, and apparently not over six feet long,
+yet perfect in every respect. I was gazing in admiration, with my eyes
+rivetted upon the object, when there came a light breath of air, so light
+that I could hardly feel it; presently the mist began gradually to rise
+and disperse; the ship began to recede; the magic scene was at an end! A
+breeze had sprung up, and the phantom-ship proved to be one of the fleet;
+and by a signal from the Commodore, she took her station in line with the
+other vessels. I never saw any thing like it before nor since. The
+atmospheric delusion was astonishing; but it was nothing new to the old
+boatswain's-mate. All the other vessels were obscured by the fog, and this
+happened to be the nearest to us. Had the others been in sight they might
+(or might not) have presented the same appearance. Possibly the position
+of that particular ship helped to produce the effect. The sight of so
+large a fleet formed in two lines, extending four or five miles, each
+convoyed by a man-of-war, like a troop of soldiers led on in single-file
+by its officers, was 'beautiful exceedingly;' especially when the rising
+or setting sun illuminated their white sails, and a signal-gun from the
+Commodore changed their course; every ship in that vast fleet, at the cry
+of 'About ship!' moving as by one mind, and gracefully bowing to, and as
+it were saluting, the breeze! It was a scene never to be forgotten.
+
+The wind gradually increased until it became a smart breeze, and we soon
+neared the Island of St. Helena. Here we first heard of the downfall of
+NAPOLEON, the greatest warrior of all ages; one who struck such terror
+into the souls of combined Europe, that they dared not let him go free,
+and imposed upon Great Britain the honorable task of becoming his jailor;
+and her very heart quaked within her bosom while life remained in his;
+doomed though he was to perpetual and hopeless exile, upon an isolated
+rock in the midst of the ocean. On seeing the yellow flags, with the motto
+'_Orange boven_,' flying at the mast-heads of the shipping, and hearing of
+the overthrow of the power of France, our old Dutch boatswain's-mate, (who
+in his youth had served with the brave Admiral De Winter, and who had
+braved the 'battle and the breeze' for more than half a century,) was
+touched to the very depths of his stout heart. He was completely melted,
+and wept like a child over the fallen fortunes of NAPOLEON. 'Holland,'
+said he, 'has lost her best friend. Who like him will watch over and
+protect my country!'  He was naturally of a cheerful disposition; but from
+that time to the close of the voyage, he appeared sad and disheartened,
+and a smile scarce ever came over his countenance. I may remark in
+passing, that there were on board of our ship some ten or fifteen Dutch
+prisoners, who were the remnant of a large force that had formerly been
+garrisoned at the island of Java. All but these few had been gradually
+wasted away by pestilence and the poisoned spears and knives of the
+natives; and Holland, being so much engaged in her wars at home, had no
+means of aiding so distant a colony. Such was their condition when the
+island fell into the hands of the English; and they were rescued from
+destruction by the natives, only by becoming prisoners of war to the
+English. They were all old men, and some of them could speak a little
+English: they used to relate to me their former condition, and talk of
+their future prospects. The tale was a sad one. When young they were
+'kidnapped,' as they termed it, by the government, as no volunteers could
+be got to serve in that sickly climate.  They were forced from home and
+their parents at a tender age and sent to that far country, whence they
+had no prospect of ever returning, or hearing from their friends. Some of
+them had been absent for forty years, during which time they had seen none
+of their connexions, and seldom heard from them; for many years all
+intercourse had been dropped. They felt themselves entire strangers in the
+world; they were going to Holland to be sure, but not to their home. After
+the lapse of so many years, where could they seek for their friends? Death
+and other causes had removed and scattered them; and they almost dreaded
+the time when they should again set their feet upon the land of their
+fathers. Having been many months their associate in imprisonment, I took a
+deep interest in these poor fellows; participated in their feelings, and
+parted from them with regret. Peace to their memories!  They have without
+doubt long ere this ended their weary pilgrimage of life.
+
+We remained at St. Helena several weeks, waiting for the China fleet,
+during which time we took in a fresh supply of provisions, water, etc.
+This now famed island is nothing more nor less than a huge irregular block
+of granite, rising perpendicularly from the midst of the sea. The town,
+what there is of it, is built in a gully or chasm in the rock: the
+inhabitants are composed mostly of the military establishment and those
+connected with it, with perhaps a few exceptions. The island is only
+useful as a stopping-place for outward and homeward bound India-men, etc;
+and the inhabitants would be in a state of starvation, were it not for the
+supplies of provisions which they obtain from the shipping which put in
+there. All manner of coins from all manner of countries are in circulation
+here; and all copper coin goes for a penny, be it twice the size of a
+dollar, or as small as a five-cent piece. A person that way minded might
+soon make a large and curious collection here.
+
+The China fleet now made its appearance, and after a few days' delay we
+all got under weigh, with a convoy of a frigate, a sloop-of-war, and a
+transport full of troops, who on their arrival in England were ordered
+immediately to the United States, where they were sadly cut up at the
+battle of New-Orleans. We left the island with a stiff breeze, which
+continued with fine clear weather for several days. The fleet amounted to
+over seventy sail, and was arranged in two lines; and in fine weather,
+with all sail set, we composed a beautiful spectacle. During the whole of
+the voyage the utmost precaution was used to prevent an attack or capture
+by privateers, or national vessels of the enemy. Lights of every kind were
+strictly forbidden at night, except through a special order from a
+superior officer, and a double watch was kept day and night.
+
+'Land, ho!' cried the look-out at the mast-head, one day. It proved to be
+what is termed the Western Islands, which lay directly ahead of us. 'Sail,
+ho!' was the next cry; and all eyes were turned toward the strangers. They
+were two 'long, low, black-looking schooners,' lying-to very quietly,
+about three miles ahead.  'See the d----d Yankees!' shouted all hands, in
+full chorus, as the American flag was displayed at their gaff. A thrill
+shot through my nerves; my heart swelled, and my eyes filled with tears,
+as I beheld the Flag of my Country for the first time for many months. No
+one can imagine the love he bears his native land, until he tests it as I
+have done. Many were the speculations as to the probability of capturing
+the saucy privateersman; for by this time all the sail that the convoy
+could possibly set was spread in chase of the enemy, who as yet had made
+no attempt to fly, although apparently but a stone's throw ahead of us.
+Our captain was the only one in my hearing who seemed to doubt their being
+taken: 'The d----d scamps know too well,' said he, 'what their craft can
+do, to trust themselves so near us.' We now appeared close on board of
+them, and the chase well under way, when each fired a gun in defiance or
+derision, and darted off like birds. It was now nearly dark, and we were
+not far from land, for which one of the schooners seemed to fly right
+before the wind, closely pursued by the frigate, under all the canvass she
+could set. The other put out to sea, close-hauled upon the wind. The brig
+and transport, the fastest craft in the fleet, crowded all sail, but
+without nearing the schooner, as she could lie at least two points more to
+windward than her pursuers. They both escaped! The frigate being disabled,
+by springing her fore-top-mast, gave up the chase; the others relinquished
+the pursuit as fruitless, and rejoined the fleet.
+
+The night was extremely dark; and the next morning two large vessels were
+missing. It seemed that the privateers had returned, and hovering around,
+watched their opportunity, and captured two of our most richly-freighted
+ships; but as those seas were swarming with British cruisers, they were
+shortly re-captured and sent to England, where the whole fleet soon
+arrived. The West-India fleet came into port about the same time; and the
+amount of wealth brought into London by the safe arrival of the Bengal,
+China, and West-India fleets, must have been almost incredible. For
+myself, I was consigned to a dreary prison, 'as will more particularly
+appear' in an ensuing number.
+
+
+
+
+A VERITABLE SEA STORY.
+
+BY HARRY FRANCO.
+
+
+  'The sea, the sea, the o--pen sea, the blue, the _fresh_;' but
+            here we halt;
+  Mr. CORNWALL knew very little about the sea, or he would have
+              written SALT.
+          'The whales they whistled, the porpoise rolled,
+           And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;'
+  Worse and worse; more blunders than words, and such a jumble!
+  Whales _spout_, but never whistle; dolphins' backs are silver; and
+              porpoises never roll, but tumble.
+          'It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,
+           And like a cradled creature lies,' and squalls,
+           He should have added; but to avoid brawls
+  With the poet's friends I'll quote no more; but _entre nous_,
+  Those who write correctly about the sea are exceeding few.
+  Young DANA with us, and MARRYAT over the water,[1]
+  Are all the writers that I know of, who appear to have brought a
+  Discerning eye to bear on that peculiar state of existence,
+  An ocean life, which looks so romantic at a distance.
+  To succeed where every body else fails, would be an uncommon glory,
+  While to fail would be no disgrace; so I am resolved to try my
+              hand upon a sea-story.
+  In naming sea-authors, I omitted COOPER, CHAMIER, SUE, and many others,
+  Because they appear to have gone to sea without asking leave of
+              their mothers:
+  For those good ladies never could have consented that their boys
+              should dwell on
+  An element that Nature never fitted them to excel on.
+  Their descriptions are so fine, and their tars so exceedingly flowery,
+  They appear to have gathered their ideas from some naval spectacle
+              at the 'Bowery;'
+  And in fact I have serious doubts whether either of them ever saw
+              blue water,
+  Or ever had the felicity of saluting the 'gunner's daughter.'
+
+      [1] I HAVE unintentionally omitted to name FALCONER, who
+          deserves the highest honors among nautical writers.
+
+  It was on board of the packet ----, from feelings deferential
+  To private griefs, I omit all facts that are non-essential:
+  To Havre we were bound, and passengers there were four of us,
+  Three men and a lady--not an individual more of us.
+  The month was July, the weather warm and hazy,
+  The sea smooth as glass, the winds asleep or lazy.
+  Dull times of course, for the sea, though favorable to the mind's
+              expansion,
+  Yet keeps the body confined to a very few feet of stanchion.
+  Our employments were nought save eating, drinking and sleeping,
+  Excepting the lady, who a diary was keeping.
+  She was a very pleasant person though fat, and a long way past forty,
+  Which will of course prevent any body from thinking any thing naughty.
+  A very pleasant person, but such an enormous feeder,
+  That our captain began to fear she might prove a famine-breeder;
+  A sort of female Falstaff, fond of jokes and gay society,
+  Cards, claret, eau-de-vie, and a great hater of sobriety.
+  Her favorite game at cards she acknowledged was _ecarté_,
+  But like Mrs. Battle, she loved whist, and we soon made up a party.
+  We played from morn till night, and then from night till morning,
+  Although the captain, who was pious, continually gave us warning.
+  That time so badly spent would lead to some disaster;
+  At which Madame G---- would laugh, and only deal the faster.
+  Breakfast was served at eight, and as soon as it was ended
+  Round flew the cards; and the game was not suspended
+  Until seven-bells struck, when we stopped a while for lunch,
+  To allow Madame time to imbibe her allowance of punch;
+  This done, at work we went, with heated blood and flushed faces,
+  Talking of kings, queens, knaves, tricks, clubs and aces.
+  At six bells (three P. M.,) we threw down our cards and went to dinner,
+  Where Madame never missed her appetite, whether she had been a loser
+              or a winner;
+  Then up from the almonds and raisins, and down again to the
+              queens and aces,
+  We had only to remove from one end of the table to the other to
+              resume our places;
+  Another pause at six, P. M., for in spite of all our speeches,
+  Madame's partner would lay down his cards for the sake of pouchong
+              and brandy peaches;
+  Being French and polite, of course, she only said '_Eh bien!_' but
+              no doubt thought him a lubber,
+  For a cup of washy tea to break in upon her rubber.
+  At four bells (ten P. M.,) up from the cards and down again at
+              the table,
+  To drink champaigne and eat cold chicken as long as we were able:
+  With very slight variations this was the daily life we led,
+  Breakfast, whist; lunch, whist; dinner, whist; supper, whist; and
+              then to bed.
+  The sea, for aught we know, was like that which Coleridge's mariners
+              sailed on;
+  We never looked at it, nor the sky, nor the stars; and our captain
+              railed on,
+  But still we played, until one day there was a sudden dismemberment
+              of our party;
+  We had dined on soup _ą la tortu_, (made of pig's feet,) of which
+              Madame ate uncommonly hearty;
+  And had just resumed our game; it was her cut, but she made no motion;
+  'Cut, Madame,' said I; 'Good Heavens!' exclaimed her partner, 'I've
+              a notion
+  That she _has_ cut for good; quick! help her! she's falling!'
+  And the next moment on the floor of the cabin she lay sprawling.
+  Poor Madame! It was in vain that we tried hartshorne, bathing
+              and bleeding;
+  Her spirit took its flight, tired to death of her high feeding:
+  For spirits are best content with steady habits and spare diet,
+  And will remain much longer in a tabernacle where they can enjoy
+              repose and quiet
+  Than in a body that is continually uneasy with stuffing,
+  And goes about like an overloaded porter, sweating and puffing.
+
+  The next morning at four-bells, the sun was just uprisen,
+  Glowing with very joy to leave his watery prison;
+  The bright cerulean waves with golden scales were crested,
+  Forming the fairest scene on which my eyes had ever rested;
+  The wind was S. S. W., and when they let go the main-top bowline
+  To square the after yards, our good ship stopped her rolling.
+  Madame lay on the quarter-deck sewed up in part of an old spanker,
+  And for this glorious sight of the ocean we had solely to thank her,
+  For to have kept her lying in the cabin would have caused some
+              of us to feel qualmish,
+  And she could not have been kept on deck, as the weather was
+              growing warmish;
+  Therefore it had been resolved in a kind of council, on the
+              captain's motion,
+  At sunrise to commit the old lady to the ocean.
+  She was placed upon a plank, resting upon the taffrail, (the
+              stern railing,)
+  One end of which was secured by a bight of the trysail brailing.
+  The captain read the prayers, somewhat curtailed, but a just proportion,
+  The plank was raised, 'Amen!' the corpse dropped into the ocean.
+  Down in its deep mysterious caves she sunk to sleep with fishes,
+  While a few bubbles rose from her and burst as if in mockery
+              of human wishes.
+  'Up with your helm; brace round; haul out your bowlines;
+  Clear up the deck; keep her full; coil down your tow-lines!'
+  The ship was on her course, and not a word said to remind us
+  Of the melancholy fact that we had left one of our number behind us.
+  'Shocking affair!' I remarked to Madame's partner, who looked
+              solemn as a mummy,
+  'O! horrid!' said he; '_I shall now be compelled to play with a Dummy!_'
+
+
+
+
+ON A PASSAGE IN MACBETH.
+
+  'Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.'
+
+                                                              MACBETH.
+
+
+Let us put on one side for a few moments the horrid midnight murder of the
+gracious Duncan. Let us suppose of the buried majesty of Scotland,
+
+  ----'Upward to Heaven he took his flight,
+  If ever soul ascended!'
+
+Let us for the moment imagine Mrs. Siddons to have been the veritable Lady
+Macbeth, and acknowledge that never was man more powerfully tempted into
+evil, nor more deeply punished with his fall from Virtue, than this, the
+Thane of Glamis and of Cawdor. My concernment in this Essay is neither
+with his virtue, nor his fall. I neither come to praise, nor bury Cęsar:
+
+  'Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell. Get _thee_ to bed.'
+
+In the reading I desire should be here given to the language of the
+immortal bard, it will be perceived that the last pronoun is made
+emphatic. 'Get _thee_ to bed.'
+
+The household of the castle of Macbeth, excited and disturbed as its
+members had been throughout the day by the unexpected arrival of the King
+of Scotland at Inverness, are now subsiding into rest. The King has
+retired. His suite are provided for in various parts of the quadrangle;
+and all the tumultuary sounds of preparation and of festive enjoyment have
+followed the departed day; and Banquo charged with a princely gift to the
+Lady Macbeth under the title of _most kind hostess_, from her confiding
+and now slumbering monarch, has paid his compliments and gone.
+
+Now comes the deeper stillness, and the witching hour of that eventful
+night; and the noble Thane, having gone the rounds of his hushed castle to
+place all entrances under both watch and ward, turns to his torch-bearer,
+the last remaining household servant of the train, and dismisses him with
+the message I have read. The words excite no surprise in the mind of the
+attendant. He receives the command and departs upon his errand; to deliver
+it as had doubtless been his office before, and then retire for the night:
+
+  'Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell.'
+
+Admired Editor, I have now that to say in thine ear that may possibly
+startle thy preceptions, shock thy wishes, and for the moment interfere
+with thy store of tragick recollection. I would have thee imagine with me,
+that Macbeth, stifling all murderous intent, and all disloyal thought, had
+honestly gone down at the sound of the bell, and, as must have been his
+wont as is shewn from the manner in which his attendant receives the
+charge, had soberly partaken of the warm and grateful drink his noble
+partner had prepared for his refreshing and composing use.
+
+Imagine the illustrious and majestick pair, their household having
+entirely withdrawn, seated in the deep silence of the night, on either
+side of a small table as was their happy wont, and gently, calmly,
+dispassionately, and elegantly sipping that prepared beverage; that 'drink
+made ready' by hands then yet innocent and spotless. Imagine the
+ingredients of which that dilution must have been composed! Not wine for
+wine is always 'ready.' O call it not by any other W! Let it not be named
+Glenlivet; think not upon Ferintosh. It was PURE REALITY IN THE LUSTRE OF
+A MILD GLORIFICATION, _mingled with droppings of the dew of morning_.
+
+They say that the mind of man is a mere bundle of associations, and that
+our success in moving it to our purpose depends on our awakening the most
+powerful, or most agreeable of them. I know not of what associations that
+of the reader may be composed; but for my own part I think a little warm
+drink before going to bed upon a night when owls hoot and chimnies are to
+be blown down, prepared by the small hands that one loves, and that all
+admire; where a dimple takes place of what in a plebeian hand is a
+knuckle, and the round fingers taper gently off toward points that are
+touched with damask and bordered with little rims of ivory; where bright
+eyes beam with kindness as well as wit; and words fall in silvery tones
+from a beautifully-formed mouth, like the renewal of life upon the soul of
+man! I think where one could enjoy all this, it was a monstrous act of
+folly on the part of Macbeth to fret about the principality of Cumberland,
+or covet even the whole kingdom of Scotland. For my own part I must say,
+give me the warm drink and the sweet companionship of that night, and let
+old Duncan with a hearty welcome sleep up to his heart's content the whole
+'ravelled sleeve of care!'
+
+Oh Woman! dear, good, kind, blessed, beautiful Woman! chosen of Heaven
+(and O how well!) for the meet companion of our otherwise forlorn race! is
+there a moment throughout that whole circle of the Sun which we call Day
+more sweet to us, than that which follows the well-performed duties of our
+lot and that gives thee altogether to us at its close, gentle, refined,
+affectionate, soothing, bland, and unreserved? The hour that precedes
+retirement for the night, when the early luxury of languor begins to take
+possession of the senses? When the eyes are not heavy, but threaten to
+become so, and long silken lashes first make love to each other? When it
+is time to confine part of that rich hair en papilotte and fold the whole
+into that pretty cap; to place the feet in small graceful slippers, and
+let ease put fashion tastefully on one side in the arrangement of the
+dress?
+
+Doubtless there is a period during the delirium of youthful fancy when the
+calmer pleasures are unappreciated at their value, but the Andante of
+existence follows the Allegro of boyhood; its precious strains fall deeper
+and more touchingly upon the Sense; and the full Soul longs to yield
+itself to them, and to share its emotions with the beloved one in tones
+heard only in her ivory ear----how beautiful! Oh pure of heart, how
+beautiful!----and, when the belle, still delighting to please, has become
+the friend; and the mistress, still fascinating, the wife; and one
+interest, one faith, one hope, one joy, one passion, one life, animate
+both hearts----oh then,
+
+  Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell. Get _thee_ to bed.'
+
+                                                          JOHN WATERS.
+
+
+
+
+THE SMITHY.
+
+BY ALFRED B. STREET.
+
+
+  There was a little smithy at the comer of the road,
+  In the village where, when life glow'd fresh and bright, was my abode;
+  A little slab-roof'd smithy, of a stain'd and dusky red,
+  An ox-frame standing by the door, and at one side a shed;
+  The road was lone and pleasant, with margins grassy-green,
+  Where browsing cows and nibbling geese from morn till night were seen.
+
+  High curl'd the smoke from the humble roof with dawning's earliest bird,
+  And the tinkle of the anvil first of the village sounds was heard;
+  The bellows-puff, the hammer-beat, the whistle and the song,
+  Told, steadfastly and merrily, Toil roll'd the hours along,
+  Till darkness fell, and the smithy then with its forge's clear deep light
+  Through chimney, window, door, and cleft, poured blushes on the night.
+
+  The morning shows its azure breast and scarf of silvery fleece,
+  The margin-grass is group'd with cows, and spotted with the geese;
+  On the dew-wet green by the smithy, there's a circle of crackling fire,
+  Hurrah! how it blazes and curls around the coal-man's welded tire!
+  While o'er it, with tongs, are the smith and his man, to fit it
+              when cherry-red,
+  To the tilted wheel of the huge grim'd ark in the back-ground
+              of the shed.
+
+  There's a stony field on the ridge to plough, and Brindle must be shod,
+  And at noon, through the lane from the farm-house, I see him slowly plod;
+  In the strong frame, chewing his cud, he patiently stands, but see!
+  The bands have been placed around him--he struggles to be free:
+  But John and Timothy hammer away, until each hoof is arm'd,
+  Then loosen'd Brindle looks all round, as if wondering he's unharm'd.
+
+  Joe Matson's horse wants shoeing, and at even-tide he's seen,
+  An old gray sluggish creature, with his master on the green;
+  Within the little smithy old Dobbin Matson draws,
+  There John is busily twisting screws, and Timothy filing saws;
+  The bellows sleeps, the forge is cold, and twilight dims the room,
+  With anvil, chain, and iron bar, faint glimmering through the gloom.
+
+  I stand beside the threshhold and gaze upon the sight,
+  The doubtful shape of the old gray horse, and the points of
+              glancing light:
+  But hark! the bellows wakens, out dance the sparks in air,
+  And now the forge is raked high up, now bursts it to a glare;
+  How brightly and how cheerily the sudden glow outbreaks,
+  And what a charming picture of the humble room it makes!
+
+  It glints upon the horse-shoes on the ceiling-rafters hung,
+  On the anvil and the leaning sledge its quivering gleams are flung;
+  It touches with bronze the smith and his man, and it bathes old
+              dozing gray,
+  And a blush is fixed on Matson's face in the broad and steady ray;
+  One moment more, and the iron is whirl'd with fierce and spattering glow,
+  And swank! swank! swank! rings the sledge's smite, tink! tink! the
+              hammer's blow.
+
+  'Whoa, Dobbin!' says Tim, as he pares the hoof, 'whoa! whoa!' as he
+              fits the shoe,
+  And the click of the driving nails is heard, till the humble toil
+              is through;
+  Pleas'd Matson mounts his old gray steed, and I hear the heavy beat
+  Of the trotting hoofs, up the corner road, till the sounds in the
+              distance fleet:
+  And I depart with grateful joy to the King of earth and heaven,
+  That e'en to life in its lowliest phase, such interest should be given.
+
+
+
+
+THE FINE ARTS.
+
+A FEW HINTS ON THE PHILOSOPHY OF SIZE IN ITS RELATION TO THE FINE ARTS.
+
+BY GEORGE HARVEY.
+
+
+It is a common remark made by most persons who visit the mightiest
+cataract in the world, that it fails to impress one's mind with that just
+idea of its grandeur which truly belongs to its vastness, and which is
+always formed from attentively reading or listening to a correct verbal or
+written description of it. Even the most faithful drawings cannot awaken
+an adequate conception of the majesty, the greatness of NIAGARA. Now the
+law of optics will serve to convince us that this must ever be so, since
+the image formed in the dark chamber of the eye is exceedingly small; and
+as the Falls are always approached gradually from a distance, the
+surrounding landscape occupies by far the largest portion of the field of
+vision; hence the descending stream can only sustain a subordinate part in
+the general view; but when you have approached the very verge of the
+precipice over which the rolling waters rush with maddening roar; or when,
+from beneath, you stand upon the piles of broken rocks, and look upward or
+around, and can only embrace a small portion of the falling waters; then
+and then only, do the anticipated emotions crowd upon the soul, causing it
+to stand in trembling awe, vibrating in unison with the fragments of the
+fallen precipice upon which you tread.
+
+I remember some years since, in looking at an image of the 'American
+Falls' reflected in a camera-obscura which was built on the opposite
+shore, noticing how extremely insignificant it appeared, notwithstanding
+the table of vision was five feet in diameter. The descending foam as it
+was unevenly projected in billowy masses, appeared to move very slowly in
+its downward course, causing a feeling of impatience at its tardiness: in
+truth, the whole scene looked very tame and unsatisfactory, and I could
+not help remarking to a friend who was with me, how utterly impossible it
+would be for any artist to be thought successful in an attempt to
+represent them. Nevertheless I made some twenty sketches from as many
+different points of view; one only of which has procured any commendation,
+as conveying an idea of the grandeur of the Great Cataract. It is evident
+therefore that what the eye can take in at one look will never of itself
+impress the mind with those sublime emotions which we conceive should
+belong to vastness. Yet there is a physical attribute belonging to
+subjects having this property of vastness, that will command more
+attention than the same scene upon a small scale: but the mind must be
+impressed with the fact, and must draw largely upon it for any emotion of
+the sublime. It is therefore upon this principle that large portraits will
+command from the multitude more applause than small miniatures; large
+oil-paintings than small water-color drawings. The statues on the outside
+of the Grecian temples were colossal, yet in their position they looked
+small. Most of the works of Michael Angelo are so; but in consequence of
+the distance at which they are seen, they lose greatly their power to
+produce grand ideas, because in all cases the image formed upon the optic
+nerve varies but little in its actual size; since the distance at which
+things are viewed is in some degree regulated by the size: thus before a
+large picture, you must station yourself at a relative distance, so as to
+embrace the whole, while before the small drawing you must be within arm's
+reach; or if a miniature portrait, it must be seen within a few inches,
+thus making the mirrored picture on the eye vary but little in actual
+size.
+
+These few hints will readily account for the mortification experienced by
+many artists who have painted exceedingly impressive pictures when they
+are seen in the studios where they were executed, but when they are taken
+into a large gallery or rotunda, seem lost and look insignificant, save to
+the few of cultivated minds, who may take the trouble to approach within a
+proper distance, and shut out all objects which interfere or intrude, and
+which prevent a true appreciation of their merits. The knowing,
+time-serving artists, who paint exhibition pictures, have long since
+understood this law; and accordingly they paint up to what is called
+'_exhibition-pitch_,' where brilliance and flashiness of color, with an
+absence of detail, which might interfere with breadth of effect, are of
+the first importance. Attention is also given to masses of light and
+shade, that all the forms introduced in the picture may have their due
+prominence; and a judicious balancing of warm and cool tints, by which
+harmony is produced, and the eye prevented from being offended by its
+evident exaggeration of the 'modesty of nature.'
+
+TURNER may be instanced as the most successful in this style of painting,
+which he has followed to such an extreme, that his pictures are now
+attractive only at a great distance, for when they are seen near by, they
+fail to please, if they do not produce positive disgust. Report represents
+him as having accumulated upward of one hundred thousand pounds sterling,
+which he could only have done by adopting this distant, effective style;
+for if he had continued to finish his pictures in the same manner as he
+did those of his early works, which procured for him the foundation of his
+present wide-spread reputation, he would not have realized one eighth of
+that sum. To paint one of the former, costs but a few hours' labor, but
+one of the latter would employ many days if not weeks; yet the momentary
+effect of pleasure derived from seeing the one is greater than that of the
+other. Hence those who visit exhibitions, having but a limited time, are
+gratified; but place one of the chaste productions of CLAUDE LORRAINE, who
+diligently followed nature with all the tenderness of a modest student, by
+the side of one of the tinsel class, and observe the ultimate effect. The
+former will gradually win your admiration, and continue to arouse pleasing
+reminiscences; the latter will finally lose its charm, and be regarded
+with something of the feeling with which one looks upon the ornamental
+paper of a room. We have had many exhibitions of single large pictures,
+such as DUBUFE'S 'Don Juan,' which have produced handsome returns to those
+who have purchased them for such speculating purposes. The parties have
+been well aware of the physical effects of size; for had the same subjects
+been painted upon a small scale, though equally well executed, they would
+have been less attractive to the multitude; yet the smaller ones would
+have reflected the same sized images in the camera of the eye; since, as I
+have already hinted, to see them properly they must be viewed at short
+distances, as the large pictures must be at greater proportionate ones.
+
+I will here digress for a moment, in the hope that I may be permitted to
+make mention of my own works, without incurring the charge of undue
+egotism. Let me, however, by way of apology for calling public attention
+to the series of forty small Water-Color Drawings, (painted _con amore_,
+and with no idea of gain,) which are now before the public, mention the
+fact, that the commencement of their publication was owing to a suggestion
+of Gen. CASS, who urged me to undertake the enterprise while I was in
+Paris. The drawings then consisted of half the present number of landscape
+views; the localities and subjects of the latter half have been chosen
+with the purpose of writing appropriate chapters illustrating the progress
+of civilization and of refinement in the northern part of this continent.
+The foregoing brief remark applies only to their publication; for their
+_origin_ dates back to the halcyon days of early life, when I had but just
+passed my teens; when boyish enthusiasm lends a charm to every dream that
+finds a home in the fancy or the heart. Then it was that the latent wish
+was formed of being able, at some future day, to paint the History of the
+Day; and to carry out this impulsive feeling, I have been brought into
+sweet communion with divine Nature; and oh! how bounteously has she repaid
+my studious contemplation with infinite delight! It is not for me to speak
+of the results. There they are; and every lover of the country may judge
+of the degree of success I have achieved. I am not so certain that I have
+equal ability in the use of the pen. The chapters of the first number will
+speak for themselves; but I must not omit to acknowledge the many
+obligations I am under to WASHINGTON IRVING, for the friendly revision of
+my ms. He has given many an elegant turn to a prose sentence, and clothed
+rude images with graceful drapery. But to resume.
+
+Since then it follows that a small picture, being viewed at its proper
+focal distance, reflects the same sized image as a larger one at _its_
+proper focal distance, I can see no good reason why the physical attribute
+of _largeness_ should be so eagerly sought for by the public. Surely a
+gallery of small pictures, provided they be not painfully small, should be
+preferred to one filled with large ones. We see the principle I am
+contending for carried out in libraries. The ordinary sized volumes are
+preferred, for most purposes, to the cumbrous tomes of large folio
+editions. It is true, a large book will produce in the minds of many
+persons greater respect than a miniature copy of the same work; but the
+ideas contained in the one are no better or more impressive than the same
+contained in that of the other; save the feeling with which the larger one
+inspires the votary who looks no farther than the outside of the page. The
+series of forty landscapes alluded to in the above digression, if viewed
+at the focal distance of eighteen inches, will appear as large as those
+twice the size, viewed at their proportionate increased distance. An
+elaborately finished picture, to be seen to advantage, must be examined
+near by. A coarser work, theatrical scenes for instance, painted for
+distant effect, must be seen accordingly, if you would secure pleasurable
+emotions. As a general approximative rule, the focal distance at which the
+spectator should stand in viewing works of art is to be found by measuring
+the same length from the picture as its size: Thus, one of ten feet in
+length is to be viewed at that distance; one of eighteen inches at about
+twenty inches; a small miniature of six inches, at about eight inches. If
+the work should have no detail, this rule will not hold good; but if there
+is a faithful transcript of Nature; and she ever delights in unobtrusive
+beauties, which are particularly obvious in the fore-ground, for she
+strews them at your feet; then if you approach the artist's effort, a work
+of patient diligence, you can hold converse with her through the medium of
+his labors.
+
+I do not attempt to deny the importance of size in winning our first
+regard: it is a law inseparable from the thing itself; but I must protest
+against the taste of the age being supplied always with mere physical
+attributes. The purling stream and babbling brook; the small rill falling
+from on high, till its feathery stream is lost in mist, are and should be
+as much sought after as the roaring torrent or the thundering cascade. The
+effect of the one is to produce awe, that of the other tranquil pleasure.
+The human mind is not always to be upon the stretch; to remain lifted up
+as it were upon stilts; our common communion is to be found in enjoyments
+that are quietly exciting. It is a common remark, that the English
+language has lost some of its truthfulness by our habit of expressing
+ourselves in the language of superlatives, through a desire to astonish.
+Thus we leave nothing for the innate love of truth; nothing to work out
+the necessary sympathy. Is not this parallel with the desire to see large
+pictures?--and should it not receive some regulation from those who have
+the requisite influence?
+
+I find the few hints to which in the outset I proposed to confine myself
+have grown to a greater length than was intended. I will therefore, in
+closing, simply reiterate the remark, that I see no good reason why the
+painter of a large picture (or the work itself) should be regarded with
+more favor than he who paints equally well, but limits the size, unless we
+consider the white-wash brush a nobler instrument than the camel's-hair
+pencil.
+
+
+
+
+LIFE: A SONNET.
+
+
+  Whence? whither? where?--a taper-point of light,
+    My life and world--the infinite around;
+    A sea, not even highest thought can sound;
+  A formless void; unchanging, endless night.
+  In vain the struggling spirit aims its flight
+    To the empyrean, seen as is a star,
+    Sole glimmering through the hazy night afar;
+  In vain it beats its wings with daring might.
+  What yonder gleams?--what heavenly shapes arise
+    From out the bodiless waste? Behold the dawn,
+    Sent from on high! Uncounted ages gone,
+  Burst full and glorious on my wondering eyes;
+    Sun-clear the world around, and far away
+    A boundless future sweeps in golden day.
+
+                                                       J. G. PERCIVAL.
+
+
+
+
+TWO PICTURES.
+
+    'The glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the
+    terrestrial is another.'--ST. PAUL.
+
+
+LOVE CELESTIAL.
+
+  I see his face illumined by a beatific light,
+  That tells me he is dying fast; the shadows of the night
+  Are passing from his saintly brow and sunken eye away,
+  But he looks beyond them and beholds a never-ending day.
+
+  Nay, wonder not that I am calm; the fleeting things of earth
+  Are passing with the flight of time, to their eternal birth:
+  I feel that death will shed on him a halo like the sun,
+  And I shall share it with him, when my pilgrimage is done.
+
+  How quickly fades the earthly frame, and with it too, how fast
+  The agony and sorrow of our mortal doom are past;
+  And when the sight of worldly wo weighs heavy on the breast,
+  How welcome is the voice from GOD, that speaks to us of rest!
+
+  O! painfully the pangs of life his fading frame have worn,
+  But blessed be our FATHER'S love, that dwells with those who mourn;
+  And though the grave must rend apart our sweet affection's bond,
+  On this side is the night, but all is luminous beyond.
+
+  I know that more he loves my soul than its transitory shrine,
+  And did I prize the vase alone, when all it held was mine?
+  Let hallowed dust return to dust, give Nature what she gave,
+  For all that dearest was to me, is victor o'er the grave.
+
+  Triumphant will his spirit rise to the Eternal throne,
+  Triumphant wear a crown of light, by earthly trials won:
+  And mid the friends who went before, the angel, sin-forgiven,
+  Shall feel that they can part no more, when once they meet in heaven.
+
+  True, I shall look on him no more, but he will gaze on me;
+  Sweet thought! he from his holy sphere my guiding-star will be,
+  Till purified; and hallowed from every earthly tie,
+  I share with him that smile of GOD, which lights the world on high!
+
+
+LOVE TERRESTRIAL.
+
+  They tell me he is dying, yet I look upon his brow,
+  And never seemed it half so fair, so beautiful as now;
+  A radiance lightens from his eye, too lovely for the tomb,
+  Too _living_, for the shadowy realm where all is grief and gloom.
+
+  They tell me he will surely die--and so at last must all;
+  I know that the Destroyer's blight on all mankind must fall;
+  Alas! that we of mortal birth thus hurry to decay,
+  And all we fondly cherish here must fleet so fast away!
+
+  But oh, not now! it is indeed a fearful sight to see
+  The pangs of death their shadows fling on one so dear to me;
+  Nay, speak not of another world, I only think of this,
+  I have no heart to nurse the hope that looks to future bliss.
+
+  Perhaps 'tis time; he is not formed for length of happy years,
+  But wherefore darken thus my days with wild distracting fears?
+  If we must part, oh! let me live in rapture while I may;
+  Though hope must darken, while it lasts, let nothing cloud its ray.
+
+  Oh, bid me cherish brighter thoughts; my loving soul can tell
+  How sad will be the hour to him that speaks the last farewell;
+  I know his heart is agonized by the approaching doom,
+  I know he loves me better than the cold and fearful tomb!
+
+  It is in vain they speak to me of bliss beyond the sky;
+  This saddening thought afflicts my heart, that if indeed he die,
+  The light that cheered my earthly love will seem obscure and dim,
+  While he abides in purer realms, and I still live for him.
+
+  I know that holier hopes and joys around his soul will weave,
+  While he among angelic loves, unconscious that I grieve,
+  Will ne'er look down to see me weep, nor breathe a single sigh;
+  O, GOD! it is a fearful thought--and this it is to die!
+
+                                                                    B.
+
+
+
+
+THE HERMIT OF THE PRAIRIE.
+
+BY PETER VON GEIST.
+
+      'To him who in the love of nature holds
+      Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
+      A various language.'
+
+                                                               BRYANT.
+
+
+Wednesday, June twenty-first. How little do people who ride along in their
+carriages, or rattle over the ground in stage-coaches, or rush over its
+surface in rail-cars, know of the pleasures of travelling! They roll
+_over_ the country; they cannot be said to pass _through_ it. They may see
+new rivers, new mountains, and new faces; but for all the good the last
+does them, they might as well have stood on the corner of the street in a
+city half a day, and watched the passers-by. And better too; for
+hotel-keepers, and waiters, and the whole tribe of public functionaries,
+have all an artificial, professional look; so that it is difficult to come
+at their real characters, if indeed they have any. The same is the case,
+to some extent, with their fellow-passengers. All are so absorbingly
+interested in their own brilliant thoughts; or they deem it incumbent on
+them to assume the dignity and authority befitting persons in high
+stations; (which dignity at home, by the by, is put one side into a dark
+corner and never thought of,) that it is about as profitable an
+undertaking to attempt to find out the personal feelings and sentiments of
+a mask, as theirs.
+
+But here am I, walking stoutly and merrily along, unincumbered with
+luggage or care; and because I do not care what the next day or hour may
+bring forth, every thing seems to turn up just as I would have it if I had
+the ordering of events. I shall not pause to offer any philosophical
+conjectures as to the reason why we are invariably disappointed in our
+conclusions, (excepting they are mathematical ones) concerning the future;
+merely asking the amiable reader whether _he_ ever knew such an
+anticipation to be exactly realized. I shall not stop to make any such
+conjectures, because I should only get deeper into the dark, and I am in
+deep enough for comfort now; and secondly, it is against my principles. I
+am living out of doors, and make mention only of things out of doors.
+
+But I trudge stoutly forward, whistling as I go; making myself as
+agreeable as possible to myself and to every body whom I meet; on jocose
+terms with every thing; decidedly agricultural in my tastes and pursuits,
+at every farmer's house where I happen to put up for the night: at one
+place in search of employment as a day-laborer; at another, an artist; by
+turns every thing. Is not this the way to travel? My steps wander where
+they choose; and if I keep on to the end of the earth, what will it
+matter? I will go to the north; assume the dress, language and manners of
+those who dwell within the frozen circle; I will become a Greenlander; I
+will go and preach the religion of Mohammed to the inhabitants of
+Patagonia; I will brush up the gods of Rome; dust that old mythology;
+compound and simplify the whole into a good, comfortable, believable
+system, and proclaim Olympian Jove in the deserts of Amazonia. I will be a
+Turk, an Indian, a Pirate; I will be any thing. What do I care, and who
+shall say me nay? This sensation of freedom is too delicious to be
+interrupted by any companionship. And for my part, I want no better
+companions than this wind, which free as I am, blows against my cheek, and
+those clouds, that fly in unending succession over my head. O! ye blue
+chariots of the Thunderer! whither hurry ye so rapidly? Over hill and
+valley, and countries and cities of men, ye fly unheeding; and borne
+forward on the swift pinions of the wind, ye speed on your mission afar!
+What to you are states, and kingdoms, or land or ocean? Furiously driving
+in black armies to meet opposing armies, or singly floating in that
+waveless sea of blue, your existence is above the earth; men look _up_ to
+you with wonder or terror, but _your_ glance is never downward. Onward ye
+wander, in your unbounded career, at your own free will. Nothing bounds
+_my_ career or _my_ will. Fleecy ears! if ye would sustain the form of a
+mortal, triumphantly would you and I sail over the heads of men! Softly,
+obedient to the impulse of chance, would we glide over continent and sea,
+and explore the mysteries of undiscovered islands and climes; calmly would
+I look down on the strife or toil of human passions, and calmly would we
+ride on forever, through night and day! But if the clouds are not, the
+earth is, mine--and I am my own! There are none to molest or make me
+afraid with the useless importunities or warnings of friendship. My
+destiny is my own; and it is pleasant not to care what I may be or do.
+Pleasure is now; sorrow is prospective; and life will be only pleasure,
+because I let the past and the future go, and crowd as many happy thoughts
+as possible into the present moment.
+
+What a spacious plain of the world! Dotted with habitations and with men
+of all colors, and customs, and conditions! Every one thinks he possesses
+a soul; and in virtue thereof, he considers himself entitled to set up as
+an independent existence, and endeavors to move in a little path of his
+own. But in fact, he plods humbly along, and repeats with patient toil the
+example of labor and unspeculating perseverance that his fathers have set
+him. A vast multitude, they darken the land! Mighty hopes and aspirations
+swell each small bosom. Each imagines that his designs are peculiar, and
+for him in particular was every thing mainly made. An unceasing rush of
+footsteps and clash of voices! And must I be confounded in the crowd? Let
+me preserve my individuality in the desert! If I were not an insect, it
+might be different; but as I am no larger than other men, I will not daily
+measure myself by their standard; I will forget in solitude the littleness
+of my stature.
+
+The shades of evening tinge the green of the fields with a darker hue; and
+the young farmer goes wearily and yet lightly homeward. Lightly, for he
+leaves behind him labor and trouble, and his fair-haired wife will greet
+him with her constant and love-lit smile. Cheerily will the small family
+draw around their board, covered with the simple and satisfying products
+of their own soil. And when all care is ended, when night is duskily
+stealing over the earth, he and his bride will sit down alone in their
+cottage door, in the red light of the western clouds. Over all the dim
+landscape there are no sights or sounds; and in themselves there are no
+feelings but those of contentment and love. In his strong palm her soft
+hand, on his broad breast reclining her head, their hearts are filled and
+overflow with sweet thoughts and gentle words of present happiness. Fair
+prospects also of the future rise up before them. Many years crowned with
+prosperity they see in store for them; and in each one, many an evening
+like this, of deep confiding love. Hour after hour, into the deepening
+night, their low tones and slow words murmur on brokenly; and they know of
+nothing in all the world that is wanting to their blessedness. What if the
+dream should last all their life? It may; or if this passes away, another
+will take its place. The question then seems to be, whether it is better
+to live in a delusion and be happy, or to wake and be miserable? Whether
+it is profitable for a man to walk joyfully through life, covering and
+coloring over every defect in human nature that he may love it, and keep
+within him a contented heart, or industriously spy out its deformities,
+and hate it and himself for possessing it? If nature is in reality naked
+and rugged, happy is he whose imagination can throw over her a robe of
+grace. Most happy he who _can_ see in his fellow-creatures such qualities
+that he can love them. For me, I will love sterner scenes and sterner
+thoughts. Human beauty is an illusion; and it does not become the sober
+wisdom of manhood to be deceived by it. The young farmer and his young
+wife may be happy; and so may those who find delight in the crowded hall
+where taste and beauty meet; where are the sounds of clear-ringing,
+girlish voices, and many glancing feet, and the innumerable light of
+maiden's eyes, and heavy folds of auburn hair, and the flush of thought
+and emotion continually passing over fair faces, with the swell of music
+that thrills, and the air laden with fragrance that intoxicates. Or in the
+still twilight, by the side of her whose every note makes his pulse to
+tremble with the breathing of song, and the incense of flowers, and
+forgetfulness of the world, to feel the thought stealing over his heart
+that perhaps he is not uncared for. It is sweet, but vain; sweet and vain
+as the smiling, blushing slumber of a young girl. Dream on! dream on! for
+if you can always sleep, what will matter to you the storms and confusion
+without?
+
+But as for me, I cannot sleep. Every thing my eye rests on is harsh and
+ungraceful, because, having passed through the seven-times heated furnace,
+I _must_ look through the covering and see the reality.
+
+
+MOONLIGHT ON THE RIVER AND PRAIRIE.
+
+Wearily I mount this steep eminence, and on its bald summit take off my
+hat, that I may feel the cool breeze. It comes fresh with the dew that it
+has snatched in its flight from the bosom of Lake Superior. It rolls over
+the tall grass of the prairie, which bends beneath its weight, sighs by
+me, and seems to cling to me as it passes, and moves on toward the arid
+plains of the South. The Ohio sweeps down in calmness and majesty. With
+its surface of quicksilver, and the little waves dancing up in gladness,
+and its heavy dull wash, it rolls along its mighty mass of waters,
+hastening to pour itself into the mightier mass of the Mississippi.
+Occasionally a giant tree, torn from its place, and cast root and branch
+into the flood, comes booming down, and glides swiftly past on its long,
+long race. Pleasantly the ripples break over the prostrate monarch of the
+forest that is lodged against the beach, and projects, branchless and
+barkless, into the stream; and mournfully the worn trunk sways up and
+down, as though tired of this rocking which has continued the same year
+after year; weary, and desiring to be at rest. Floods come rushing down
+upon floods with heavy tread, glance successively under the moonlight that
+is poured into the channel before me, and then are forced forward into the
+darkness of the future. But every wave seems as full of joy as though for
+it alone was the moonlight sent, and as though there were not unnumbered
+millions of waves to succeed it. Every little wave leaps up as it comes
+under the light, and smiles toward the round-faced orb above, who seems to
+smile back upon it. Thou small thing, thou art a fool! The queen, in the
+beam of whose countenance thou disportest thyself, is altogether deceitful
+and loves thee not. She has smiled as kindly on thousands who have gone
+before thee, and will upon thousands who shall come after thee. And more
+than all, she would send down just as bright and loving a glance, if thou
+and all thy race had never existed. How then canst thou say, 'I love her,'
+or, 'she loves me?'
+
+But perhaps it is not so. When I look again, each one of the great
+multitude appears aware of its own insignificance. Jostled, confined,
+crowded and confused, they go tumbling by, regardless of all above or
+below, and engrossed with their own fleeting existence. Not remembering
+whence they came, they take no thought of the present, and are utterly
+careless of the future. For what would it profit? Their business, and it
+is business enough, is to dispute and fight with each other for room to
+move in. All thoughts as to whither they are hastening, must be doubtful,
+angry and despairing; and care of any thing present, except what concerns
+the present instant, would be useless. Therefore they resign themselves to
+be drawn onward and downward unresistingly; and therein are they wise. But
+whether joyful, or despairing, or not feeling at all, the waters roll by,
+an unceasing flood; and with their rushing dull roar in my ear, my eye
+rests on a scene of beauty and quietness. Far away to the northward and
+westward, and still farther away, stretches an immense plain. Rolling
+hillocks, like the waves of the sea after a storm, and at long intervals,
+a few stunted shrubs, alone diversify the prospect. Vast, unmeasured,
+Nature's unenclosed meadow, the prairie, is spread out! The tall grass
+waves gently and rustlingly to the breeze; and down upon it settles the
+moonlight, in a dim silver-gossamer veil, like that which to the mind's
+eye is thrown over the mountains and ruins and castles of the Old World,
+by the high-born daring and graces of chivalry, the wand of Genius, and
+the lapse of solemn years. With the same painful feeling of boundlessness,
+of vastness that will not be grasped by the imagination, that one feels in
+sailing on the ocean, there is also an air of still, stern desolation
+brooding upon the plain. It may be that at some former day, the punishment
+of fire swept over it, consuming its towering offspring, and laying bare
+and scorching its bosom; and now the proud sufferer, naked and chained,
+endures the summer's heat and the winter's storms, with no sighing herbage
+or wailing tree to tell to the winds its wo.
+
+A single snow-white cloud slumbers and floats far up in the heavens; the
+moon is gliding slowly down the western arch; and the vast dome, studded
+with innumerable brilliants, 'fretted with golden fires,' rests its
+northern and western edge on the plain, its southern on blue
+mountain-tops, its eastern on the forests, and shuts us, the river, the
+prairie, the moon and I, together and alone. And here will we dwell
+together alone! Sweet companions will ye be to me; and standing here on
+this eminence, I promise to love you. I promise to come here often, and to
+hold communion with you. I will put away all thoughts of sorrow, all
+swellings of bitterness, from my mind. Contentedly, calmly, unheedingly,
+will we let the years pass by; for what will it matter to us? Oh! ye are
+dear to me! Your _voice_ is not heard, yet comes there constantly to my
+ear the murmur of your song. You speak to me in music and poetry; and
+while I listen, my thoughts revert only with shuddering to the vain world
+I have left behind. Thus let us converse always. This vaulted firmament
+which shuts down upon us now, let it be immoveable, and enclose us
+forever; here let the wanderings of the wanderer cease, and here will we
+live together and alone!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And we _have_ lived here many years. The lessons of my constant companions
+have calmed and elevated me to a gentler and better spirit. From them I
+have learned humility as well as self-reliance; while from the history of
+the actions and thoughts of men in past ages, I have learned perhaps
+something of the machinery of human nature. The forms of the noblest of
+preceding generations, and the shapes of beauty which their imaginations
+have conceived and made to live, visit me at my bidding. But among all the
+pictures that daily rise up before my eyes, the brightest, the most
+beautiful, the most loved, are the sweet faces of the friends of my early
+years. There are no regrets or repinings when I look back now; it must be
+that it has all been for the best, that every thing is for the best, and I
+am at peace. The recollection of madness and folly, of a life useless, of
+energies wasted, do not disturb the calmness of my soul. The error has
+been great, but I feel it; and in the next state of existence I shall be
+wiser and more active. If I have wantonly and recklessly turned away from
+the offered happiness of society and of the world, it has, in the end,
+been better for me, for I have found another, a purer and more lasting.
+
+Thus I look cheerfully on, and see the sands of my life run out. They fall
+faster and faster, as their number is diminished, and time flies by me
+with constantly accelerating speed. 'Oh, my days are swifter than a
+weaver's shuttle!'--the _last one_ I see but a little distance before me;
+it will soon be here; and I shall step forth with a joyful, courageous
+heart, into the indistinct, dimly-revealed future!
+
+
+
+
+TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.
+
+BY REV. GEORGE W. BETHUNE.
+
+
+  Suffenus, whom we both have known so well,
+  No other man in manners can excel;
+  Facetious, courteous, affable, urbane.
+  The world's approval he is sure to gain.
+  But, would you think it? he has now essayed
+  To be a bard, and countless verses made;
+  Perhaps ten thousand, perhaps ten times more,
+  For none but he could ever count them o'er;
+  Not scribbled down on scraps, as one does when
+  In careless rhymes we only try our pen,
+  But in a gilt-edged book, all richly bound,
+  The writing ornate with a care profound,
+  Rich silken cords to mark each favorite part,
+  The cover, ev'n, a monument of art.
+  Yet as you read, Suffenus, who till then
+  Seemed the most pleasant of all gentlemen,
+  Becomes offensive as the country boor,
+  Who milks rank goats beside his cottage door,
+  Or digs foul ditches: such a change is wrought
+  By rhymes with neither sense nor music fraught.
+  So crazed is he with this same wretched rhyme,
+  That never does he know so blest a time
+  As when he writes away, and fondly deems
+  He rivals Homer's god-enraptured dreams;
+  And wonders in his pride, himself to see,
+  The very pattern-pink of poesy.
+  Alas! Suffenus, while I laugh at thee,
+  The world, for aught I know, may laugh at me.
+  It is the madness of each one to pride
+  Himself on that 'twere better far to hide;
+  Nor know the faults in that peculiar sack
+  Which Ęsop says is hanging at his back.
+
+
+
+
+THE PAINTED ROCK.
+
+BY CHARLES F. POWELL.
+
+
+The tract of country through which meanders the Tennessee river, for wild,
+sublime and picturesque scenery, is scarcely surpassed by any in the
+United States. This river was anciently called the Hogohege, and also
+Cherokee river: it takes its rise in the mountains of Virginia, in the
+thirty-seventh degree of latitude, and pursues a course of one thousand
+miles south and south-west nearly to the thirty-fourth degree of latitude,
+receiving from both sides large tributary streams. It then changes its
+direction to the north, circuitously winding until it mingles with the
+waters of the Ohio, sixty miles from its mouth. There is a place near the
+summit of the Cumberland mountains, which extends from the great Kenhawa
+to the Tennessee, where there is a very remarkable ledge of rocks, thirty
+miles in length and nearly two hundred feet high, showing a perpendicular
+face to the south-east, which for grandeur and magnificence surpass any
+fortification of art in the known world. It has been the modern
+hypothesis, that all the upper branches of the Tennessee formerly forced
+their way through this stupendous pile.
+
+On the Tennessee, about four hundred and fifty miles from its mouth, and
+nearly two hundred above what is called Muscle-Shoals, there is another
+ledge of rocks stretching along the shore to the extent of one mile, with
+a perpendicular front toward the river, of the most perfect regularity.
+This ledge varies in height from thirty to three hundred feet, being much
+the highest at the centre, and diminishing at each end into ragged cliffs
+of rock and broken land. This variegated surface extends for many miles,
+affording a constant succession of fanciful and romantic views. The whole
+rocky formation in this vicinity is composed of a light gray lime-stone,
+indented with broad dark lines formed by the dripping of the water which
+falls from the scanty covering of soil on the top to the deep channel
+below. The thin surface of soil sustains a shabby, stinted growth of fir,
+oak, and other trees, which seldom grow above the height of tall
+shrubbery. From the crevices of the rock also may occasionally be seen a
+tree of diminutive dimensions springing out with scarcely a particle of
+visible sustenance for its roots. The shrubbery upon the peak of this
+acclivity presents a curious appearance as it hangs over the ascent, not
+unlike the bushy eye-brows of a sullen and frowning face. With this ledge
+of rocks terminate the Cumberland mountains, which cross the State of
+Tennessee to the margin of the river. The stream here flows nearly west,
+through a beautiful valley of alluvial land, formed by the Cumberland
+mountains and a continuation of the Blue Ridge of Virginia. Immediately
+opposite the termination of the Cumberland mountains commences a broken
+and rocky surface, which extends along the shore of the river for many
+miles, presenting the most varied and novel scenery in nature; while the
+other shore is level, fertile, and mostly in a high state of cultivation,
+abounding in verdant fields of meadow, corn and tobacco.
+
+The middle portion of the ledge _proper_, which I have described, rises
+nearly or quite three hundred feet above the level of the river; a vast
+wall of solid lime-stone, echoing with never-ceasing moans the gurgling
+current of the river, which at this place is deep and very rapid; and has
+worn a series of caves and hollows in the base of the rock, which
+contribute greatly to this 'language of the waters.'
+
+The summit or peak of this ledge in the centre is called '_The Painted
+Rock_.' It is so called from the fact of there being, about sixty feet
+below the highest peak, letters and characters painted in different
+colors, and evidently drawn by a tutored hand. What is most remarkable,
+these paintings are upon the perpendicular face of the rock, probably two
+hundred feet above the river, and in a place where there is no apparent
+possibility for mortal man to arrive. They are composed of the initials of
+two persons, together with characters and drawings, some of which are
+illegible from the river. The first consists of the letters 'J. W. H.,'
+quite well done in dark blue or green paint. The next is 'A. L. S.,' done
+in red, and also a trefoil leaf of clover in green, beside several rude
+characters and drawings in blue and red. The traveller passing this
+interesting spot gazes with wonder and astonishment, but is referred to
+tradition for a history of the circumstances which led to the name of
+Painted Rock; for the paintings were drawn and the name given, long before
+the country was permanently settled by the whites. The story handed down
+is this:
+
+The original possessors of the soil in this part of the country were the
+tribes of Cherokee and Chicasaw Indians. The country was explored as early
+as 1745, by a company who had grants of land from the government, and
+settlements commenced previous to the French war. Of the first-comers of
+whites there were not more than sixty families, who were either destroyed
+or driven off before the end of the following year. Some few families had
+settled at a place not far distant from the Painted Rock, where lived a
+Cherokee Sagamore, named Shagewana, whose tribe was considered the most
+inhuman of any in the nation. The top of the rock is flat, and slopes back
+from the river, and at the base is a large spring surrounded by bushes.
+Shagewana occupied the summit of the acclivity as his council-ground; and
+when danger was apprehended from the whites, or when an innovation was
+made on his limits, he forthwith called his warriors together for
+consultation, and set fire to faggots and other combustibles as a signal
+for his neighbors to advance to his aid. The whites settled near the
+Painted Rock at this time were mostly composed of traders, who had brought
+various articles of clothing and ornaments to dispose of to the Indians;
+and under the assurance of the Chicasaws, who rarely commenced the work of
+destruction on the whites, that they should be unmolested, built up a
+cluster of huts, and cleared a small territory for the raising of corn and
+other vegetables.
+
+Shagewana from some cause became incensed toward them, and resolved to
+burn the buildings and destroy their inhabitants. He called his people
+together, and the war-cry was sounded throughout the mountains. Taking
+advantage of the night, they surrounded the settlement, and applying
+torches to the dwellings, rushed into the midst with tomahawk in hand, and
+murdered all save two young men, who fought so bravely that they spared
+their lives in order to torture them with more prolonged sufferings. The
+names of these young men it is said were HARRIS and SNELLING. They were
+bound and taken to the rock, where the savages went through a dance, as
+was their custom after a victory had been achieved; and as day-light
+advanced, they prepared a feast. Harris and Snelling were placed under
+keepers, who amused themselves by tormenting their unhappy prisoners in
+various ways; such as pricking them with their knives, cutting off small
+pieces of their ears and fingers, and pulling out clumps of their hair.
+Before the close of the day, the captives feigning sleep, the Indians left
+them for a moment and went to the spring for water. Thereupon the young
+men burst their bands and escaped into the bushes. Crawling upon the other
+side of the rock, and being hotly pursued, it is supposed that they were
+forced upon a narrow projection, about twelve inches wide, and four feet
+below the inscription, where with some paint or coloring substance which
+they carried about them they traced the characters to which we have
+referred, and which have given the place the name of 'THE PAINTED ROCK.'
+The fate of the young men is not positively known; but it is believed that
+they were discovered and hurled down the precipice.
+
+
+
+
+LINES TO J. T. OF IRELAND.
+
+BY THE AUTHOR OF 'HINTS ON ETIQUETTE.'
+
+
+  A heartless flirt! with false and wicked eye,
+  Dost thou not feel thyself a living lie?
+  Dost thou not hear the 'still small voice' upbraid
+  Thy inmost conscience for the part thou'st played?
+  How mean the wish to victimize that one
+  Who ne'er had wooed thee, hadst thou not begun!
+  Who mark'd with pain thy saddened gaze on him,
+  Doom'd but to fall a martyr to thy whim;
+  Whose pallid cheek might win a fiend to spare,
+  Or soothe the sorrows that had blanched his hair:
+  Oh, cold-laid plan! drawn on from day to day
+  To meet the looks thou failed not to display,
+  Seeking at such a price another's peace,
+  To feed the cravings of thy vain caprice;
+  Led him to think that thou wert all his own,
+  Then froze his passion with a heart of stone.
+  Lured by thy wiles, he gave that holiest gift,
+  A noble soul, before he saw thy drift;
+  He watched thy bosom heave, he heard thee sigh,
+  Nor deem'd such looks could cover treachery;
+  That one so proud _could_ stoop to simulate
+  The purest feelings of this earthly state.
+  Yet words were useless, where no sense of blame
+  Could start a tear, nor tinge thy cheek with shame.
+  More merciful than thou to him, he prays
+  No pangs like his may wound thy lingering days;
+  Implores thy sins to him may be forgiven,
+  And leaves thee to the clemency of Heaven.
+
+                                                            C. W. DAY.
+
+
+
+
+LITERARY NOTICES.
+
+
+ POEMS BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. In one volume. pp. 279. Cambridge: JOHN
+ OWEN. New-York: WILEY AND PUTNAM.
+
+Two years ago Mr. LOWELL presented the public with a volume of poems,
+which after being read and blamed and praised with a most bewildering
+variety of opinion, lived through it all, and remained as a permanent
+specimen of unformed but most promising genius. Modest however as the
+offering was, it was duly valued by discerning judges, not so much for its
+own ripe excellence, as for its appearing a happy token of something else.
+In the major part of the annual soarings into _Cloud-land_ which alarm the
+world, we seem to see the sum total of the aspirant's power. We feel that
+he has shown us _all_, and done his best; that the force of his cleverness
+could go no farther; and we are willing to give him his penny of praise,
+and thereby purchase a pleasant oblivion of him and his forevermore. In
+this attempt of Mr. LOWELL'S it was impossible not to see that there lay
+more beyond. We felt that however boldly he might have dived, he did not
+yet 'bring up the bottom,' as the swimmer's phrase goes. The faults of his
+poems were perceptible enough, yet even these were the blemishes of latent
+strength, and the book was every where welcomed with a hope. We have now
+to notice the appearance of a second proof of Mr. LOWELL'S activity of
+faculty, in another and larger volume. It confirms the faith of those who
+read the former one. There is, throughout, the manifestation of growth; of
+a continuous advance toward a more decided character. Yet it is not
+without incompleteness of expression; it smacks of immaturity still; but
+it is the immaturity which presages a man.
+
+The longest, and although not the most pleasing, yet perhaps the best poem
+in the volume is the 'Legend of Brittany,' a romantic story, fringed with
+rhyme. It contains but one bad line, and that one the first in the book:
+'Fair as a summer dream was MARGARET.' It is not only vague, but
+common-place: there is no particular reason that we know of why a summer
+dream should be fairer than a winter dream; and we cannot think that the
+poet meant to make use of that figure of speech called _amphibology_,
+although the line will bear a double interpretation. The legend is of the
+guilty amour of MORDRED, a Knight Templar, with a fair innocent who, upon
+the point of becoming a mother, is slain by her lover at evening, in the
+wood. Hereupon---- But let the poet speak:
+
+  His crime complete, scarce knowing what he did,
+    (So goes the tale,) beneath the altar there
+  In the high church the stiffening corpse he hid,
+    And then, to 'scape that suffocating air,
+  Like a scared ghoule out of the porch he slid;
+    But his strained eyes saw blood-spots everywhere,
+  And ghastly faces thrust themselves between
+  His soul and hopes of peace with blasting mien.
+
+It should be observed that Mordred, bound as a Templar by the strictest
+laws of chastity, is aiming at the 'high grand-mastership,' and
+consequently suffers not only the remorse of the murderer, but the dread
+of that defeat which his ambition must encounter in the discovery of his
+deed. His character is ably delineated; perhaps too nicely drawn, for so
+brief a tale, since the interest momentarily awakened in the 'dark, proud
+man,'
+
+        ----'whose half-blown youth
+  Had shed its blossoms even in opening,'
+
+is immediately lost in the horror of the catastrophe. But to pursue the
+outline of the story:
+
+  Now, on the second day, there was to be
+    A festival in church: from far and near
+  Came flocking in the sun-burnt peasantry,
+    And knights and dames with stately antique cheer,
+  Blazing with pomp, as if all faėrie
+    Had emptied her quaint halls, or, as it were,
+  The illuminated marge of some old book,
+  While we were gazing, life and motion took.
+
+       *     *     *     *     *
+
+  Then swelled the organ: up through choir and nave
+    The music trembled with an inward thrill
+  Of bliss at its own grandeur: wave on wave
+    Its flood of mellow thunder rose, until
+  The hushed air shivered with the throb it gave,
+    Then, poising for a moment, it stood still,
+  And sank and rose again, to burst in spray
+    That wandered into silence far away.
+
+The whole of the description of this choir-service is equally beautiful
+with these stanzas; yet it may be objected that it in some degree impedes
+the progress of narration; and the tale is of that sort which will scarce
+brook any delay in the telling. But to continue. During the chanting, a
+breathless pause comes over the congregation; the music hushes; all eyes
+are drawn by some strange impulse toward the altar; and while all is mute
+and watchful, the voice of Margaret is heard from heaven, imploring a
+baptism for her unborn babe. The author himself cannot feel more sensibly
+than ourselves the injustice of thus patching together the beauteous
+fragments of his sorrowful and melodious history in so hugger-mugger a
+way; but MAGA is peremptory, and hints to us that we cannot command the
+scope of the 'Edinburgh Review:' The voice ceases to thrill the wondering
+multitude, and the poet thus proceeds:
+
+  Then the pale priests, with ceremony due
+    Baptized the child within its dreadful tomb,
+  Beneath that mother's heart, whose instinct true
+    Star-like had battled down the triple gloom
+  Of sorrow, love, and death: young maidens, too,
+    Strewed the pale corpse with many a milk-white bloom,
+  And parted the bright hair, and on the breast
+  Crossed the unconscious hands in sign of rest.
+
+It is an indication of Mr. LOWELL'S capabilities for a more extended theme
+that the second part of this poem is superior to the first. It is not
+merely that the interest of the story increases, but the verse is more
+compressed, the expressions are more graphic, and the flow of the stanza
+is finer and more natural. The opening lines are as vivid and impressive
+as a passage from Tasso:
+
+  'As one who, from the sunshine and the green,
+    Enters the solid darkness of a cave,
+  Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen
+    May yawn before him with its sudden grave,
+  And, with hushed breath, doth often forward lean,
+    Deeming he hears the plashing of a wave
+  Dimly below, or feels a damper air
+  From out some dreary chasm, he knows not where;
+    So from the sunshine and the green of Love,
+  We enter on our story's darker part,' etc.
+
+The faults of the whole production are the necessary ones of all young
+writers of original power; a too ready faculty of imitation, and a lack of
+conciseness. The poets whom Mr. LOWELL mostly reminds us of, in his
+faults, are SHELLY and SHAKSPEARE; the juvenile SHAKSPEARE, we
+mean--SHAKSPEARE the sonnetteer. Both in the 'Revolt of Islam' and
+'Tarquin and Lucrece,' blemishes resembling his own constantly occur. It
+will nevertheless be gratifying to his many ardent admirers to perceive
+that on the whole he has exhibited a more definite approach to what he is
+capable of accomplishing, and that in proportion as he has grown less
+vague and ethereal, less fond of personifying sounds and sentiments, so
+has he advanced toward a more manly and enduring standard of excellence.
+'Prometheus' is the next longest poem, and it has afforded us great
+gratification. It might almost be mistaken for the breath of ĘSCHYLUS,
+except that it contains sparkles of freedom that even the warm soul of the
+Greek could never have felt. The first two lines glitter with light:
+
+  'One after one the stars have risen and set,
+  Sparkling upon the hoar-frost on my chain.'
+
+Although, rhyme is no tyrant to our poet, yet he seems to take a fuller
+swing when free from its influence; and the verse which he employs for the
+vehicle of his thoughts in this genuine poem is peculiarly adapted to the
+grandeur and dignity of his subject. This composition will stand the true
+test of poetry; a test which many immortal verses cannot abide, for it
+will bear translation into prose without loss of beauty or power: it
+contains more thoughts than lines, and although abounding in high poetic
+imaginings, the spirit of true philosophy which it contains is superior to
+the poetry.
+
+Of Mr. LOWELL'S shorter specimens we may remark, in contradistinction to
+what has been said of the Legend of Brittany, that so far as they resemble
+the _kind_ of his former productions, so far in short as they are
+re-castings of himself, they do him injustice. We now feel that he is
+capable of stronger and loftier efforts, and are unwilling to overlook in
+his later compositions the flaws that are wilfully copied from his own
+volume. The public demand that he should go onward, and not wander back to
+dally among flowers that have been plucked before, and were then accepted
+for their freshness. He must devote himself to subjects of wider
+importance, and give his imaginations a more permanent foothold upon the
+hearts of men. His love-poems, though many of them would have added grace
+to his _first_ collection, fail to excite our admiration _equally_ in
+this. We do not say that he had exhausted panegyric before; far less would
+we insinuate that passion itself is exhaustible; and yet there is a point
+where to pause might be more graceful than to go on: '_Sunt certi denique
+fines._' Did any one ever wish that even PETRARCH had written more? Mr.
+LOWELL then ought to consider this, and begin to build upon a broader
+foundation than his own territory, beautiful as it may be, of private and
+personal fancies and affections. Perhaps there is no exception to the law
+that love should always be the first impulse that leads an ardent soul to
+poesy. (By poesy we do not mean school-exercises, and prize heroics
+approved by a committee of literary gentlemen.) On this account, it may
+be, that a young poet is always anxious to walk upon the ground where he
+first felt his strength, considering that a minstrel without love were as
+powerless, to adopt the Rev. SIDNEY SMITH'S jocose but not altogether
+clerical illustration, as Sampson in a wig. Mr. LOWELL evinces the firmest
+faith in his passion, which is evidently as sincere as it is
+well-bestowed. It is from this perhaps that he derives a corresponding
+faith in his productions, which always seems proportionate to his love of
+his subject. Let him be assured however that he is not always the
+strongest when he feels the most so, nor must he mistake the absence of
+this feeling for a symptom of diminished power. Should he be at any time
+inclined to such a self-estimate, let him refer his judgment to his
+'Prometheus' and 'Rhoecus.' In his 'Ode' also, and his 'Glance behind the
+Curtain,' there is much to embolden him toward the highest endeavors in
+what he would perhaps disdain to call his Art. Poesy, notwithstanding,
+_is_ an _Art_, which even HORACE and DRYDEN did not scorn to consider
+such; and our poet ought to remember that he is bound not only to utter
+his own sentiments and fantasies according to his own impulse, but
+moreover to consult in some degree the ears of the world: the poet's task
+is double; to speak FROM himself indeed, but TO the hearing of others. The
+contempt which a man of genius feels for the mere mechanicism of verse and
+rhyme may naturally enough lead him to affect an inattention to it; but in
+this he only benefits the school of smoother artists by allowing them at
+least _one_ superiority. If he accuses them of being silly, they can
+retort that he is ugly.
+
+Our author in this second volume has given the small carpers who pick at
+the 'eds' of past participles, and stickle for old-fashioned _moon_-shine
+instead of moon-_shine_, fewer causes of complaint. His diction is
+well-chosen and befitting his themes; and this is a characteristic which
+peculiarly marks the true artist, if it does not indicate the true genius.
+His execution, his 'style of handling,' is adapted to his subject; an
+excellence in which too many artists, whether painters or poets, are sadly
+deficient. In this respect his performances and those of his friend PAGE
+may be hung together. From the stately and dignified lines of 'Prometheus'
+to the jetty, dripping verse of 'The Fountain,' the step is very wide. How
+full of sparkling, brilliant effects are these joyous lines?
+
+  Into the sunshine,
+    Full of the light,
+  Leaping and flashing
+    From morn till night!
+
+  Into the moonlight,
+    Whiter than snow,
+  Waving so flower-like
+    When the winds blow!
+
+Mr. LOWELL occasionally makes use of somewhat quaint, Spenserian
+expressions, but generally with peculiar effect. His abundant fancy seems
+to find its natural garb in the short and expressive phraseology of those
+old English writers of whom he manifests on all occasions so thorough an
+appreciation. As a sweet specimen, although a careless one, of his power
+of combining deep feeling with the most picturesque imagery, we select one
+of his lightest touches--'Forgetfulness:'
+
+  There is a haven of sure rest
+    From the loud world's bewildering stress:
+  As a bird dreaming on her nest,
+  As dew hid in a rose's breast,
+  As Hesper in the glowing West;
+        So the heart sleeps
+        In thy calm deeps,
+      Serene Forgetfulness!
+
+  No sorrow in that place may be,
+    The noise of life grows less and less:
+  As moss far down within the sea,
+  As, in white lily caves, a bee,
+  As life in a hazy reverie;
+        So the heart's wave
+        In thy dim cave,
+      Hushes, Forgetfulness!
+
+  Duty and care fade far away,
+    What toil may be we cannot guess:
+  As a ship anchored in a bay,
+  As a cloud at summer-noon astray,
+  As water-blooms in a breezeless day;
+        So, 'neath thine eyes,
+        The full heart lies,
+      And dreams, Forgetfulness!
+
+'The Shepherd of King Admetus' is exceedingly graceful and delicate, but
+it is too long to be quoted entire, and too perfect to be disjointed. We
+must reluctantly skip 'Fatherland,' 'The Inheritance,' 'The Moon,'
+'Rhoecus,' and other favorites, until we come to 'L'Envoi,' where our
+author once more throws his arms aloft, free from the incumbrance of
+rhyme. This poem is inscribed to 'M. W.,' his heart's idol. The warm
+affection which radiates from its lines, it is not to be mistaken, is an
+out-flowing of pure human love. Among these personal feelings, touching
+which we have 'said our say,' we find the following; which in _one_
+respect so forcibly illustrates what we have written within these two
+weeks to a western correspondent, that we cannot forbear to quote it here:
+
+  Thou art not of those niggard souls, who deem
+  That poesy is but to jingle words,
+  To string sweet sorrows for apologies
+  To hide the barrenness of unfurnished hearts,
+  To prate about the surfaces of things,
+  And make more thread-bare what was quite worn out:
+  Our common thoughts are deepest, and to give
+  Such beauteous tones to these, as needs must take
+  Men's hearts their captives to the end of time,
+  So that who hath not the choice gift of words
+  Takes these into his soul, as welcome friends,
+  To make sweet music of his joys and woes,
+  And be all Beauty's swift interpreter,
+  Links of bright gold 'twixt Nature and his heart
+  This is the errand high of Poesy.
+
+       *     *     *     *     *
+
+  They tell us that our land was made for song,
+  With its huge rivers and sky-piercing peaks,
+  Its sea-like lakes and mighty cataracts,
+  Its forests vast and hoar, and prairies wide,
+  And mounds that tell of wondrous tribes extinct;
+  But Poesy springs not from rocks and woods;
+  Her womb and cradle are the human heart,
+  And she can find a nobler theme for song
+  In the most loathsome man that blasts the sight,
+  Than in the broad expanse of sea and shore
+  Between the frozen deserts of the poles.
+  All nations have their message from on high,
+  Each the messiah of some central thought,
+  For the fulfilment and delight of Man:
+  One has to teach that Labor is divine;
+  Another, Freedom; and another, Mind;
+  And all, that GOD is open-eyed and just,
+  The happy centre and calm heart of all.
+
+It is impossible to read such sentiments as these, without feeling our
+hearts open to him who gives them utterance. Mr. LOWELL is one of those
+writers who gain admiration for their verses and lovers for themselves. We
+can pay him no higher compliment.
+
+There is nothing in the title-page or appearance of this elegant volume to
+indicate that it is not published in Cambridge, England; but unlike the
+majority of American books of poetry, any page in the work will give out
+too strong an odor of Bunker-Hill, though we find no allusion to that
+sacred eminence, to allow the reader to remain long in doubt of its
+paternity. Although we hold that any writing worthy of being called poetry
+must be of universal acceptance, and adapted to the longings and
+necessities of the entire human family, as the same liquid element
+quenches the thirst of the inhabitants of the tropics and the poles, yet
+every age and every clime must of necessity tincture its own productions.
+We do not therefore diminish in the slightest degree the high poetical
+pretensions of Mr. LOWELL'S poems, when we claim for them a national
+character, silent though they be upon 'the stars and stripes,' and a
+complexion which no other age of the world than our own could have given.
+They are not only American poems, but they are poems of the nineteenth
+century. There is a spirit of freedom, of love for GOD and MAN, that
+broods over them, which our partiality for our own country makes us too
+ready perhaps to claim as the natural offspring of our land and laws. The
+volume is dedicated to WILLIAM PAGE, the painter, in a bit of as sweet and
+pure language as can be found in English prose. It might be tacked on to
+one of DRYDEN'S dedications without creating an incongruous feeling. The
+dedication is as honorable to the poet as to the painter. Had all
+dedications been occasioned by such feelings as gave birth to this, these
+graceful and fitting tributes of affection and gratitude would never have
+dwindled away to the cold and scanty lines, like an epitaph on a charity
+tomb-stone, in which they appear, when they appear at all, in most modern
+books.
+
+
+  THIRTY YEARS PASSED AMONG THE PLAYERS IN ENGLAND AND AMERICA.
+  Interspersed with Anecdotes and Reminiscences of a Variety of Persons
+  connected with the Drama during the Theatrical Life of JOE COWELL,
+  Comedian. Written by himself. In one volume, pp. 103. New-York: HARPER
+  AND BROTHERS.
+
+Of all the pages in English memoirs, none are so rich in humor and various
+observation as those devoted to the players. CARLYLE somewhere says, that
+the _only_ good biographies are those of actors; and he gives for a reason
+their want of respectability! Being 'vagabonds' by law in England, the
+truth of their histories he tells us is not varnished over by delicate
+omissions. The first branch of this assumption is certainly true, whatever
+cause may be at the bottom of it; and Mr. COWELL, in the very entertaining
+volume before us, has added another proof of the correctness of Herr
+TEUFELSDRÖCKH'S flattering conclusions. His narrative is rambling,
+various, instructive, and amusing. He plunges at once _in medias res_; and
+being in himself an epitome of his class; of their successes, excitements,
+reverses and depressions; he paints as he goes along a most graphic
+picture of the life of an actor. We shall follow his own desultory method;
+and proceed without farther prelude to select here and there a 'bit' from
+his well-filled 'budget of fun.' Let us open it with this common portrait
+of a vain querulous, complaining Thespian, who is never appreciated, never
+rewarded:
+
+    'I was seated in the reading-room of the hotel, thinking away the
+    half hour before dinner, when my attention was attracted by a
+    singularly-looking man. He was dressed in a green coat,
+    brass-buttoned close up to the neck, light gray, approaching to
+    blue, elastic pantaloons, white cotton stockings, dress shoes,
+    with more riband employed to fasten them than was either useful or
+    ornamental; a hat, smaller than those usually worn, placed rather
+    on one side of a head of dark curly hair; fine black eyes, and
+    what altogether would have been pronounced a handsome face, but
+    for an overpowering expression of impudence and vulgarity; a sort
+    of footman-out-of-place-looking creature; his hands were thrust
+    into the pockets of his coat behind, and in consequence exposing a
+    portion of his person, as ridiculously, and perhaps as
+    unconsciously, as a turkey-cock does when he intends to make
+    himself very agreeable. He was walking rather fancifully up and
+    down the room, partly singing, partly whistling '_The Bay of
+    Biscay O_,' and at the long-lived, but most nonsensical chorus, he
+    shook the fag-ends of his divided coat tail, as if in derision of
+    that fatal 'short sea,' so well known and despised in that
+    salt-water burial-place. I was pretending to read a paper, when a
+    carrier entered, and placed a play-bill before me on the table. I
+    had taken it up and began perusing it, when he strutted up, and
+    leaning over my shoulder, said:
+
+    ''I beg pardon, Sir; just a moment.'
+
+    'I put it toward him.
+
+    ''No matter, Sir, no matter; I've seen all I want to see; the same
+    old two-and-sixpence; _Hamlet, Mr. Sandford_, in large letters;
+    _and Laertes, Mr. Vandenhoff_! O----!'
+
+    'And with an epithet not in any way alluding to the 'sweet South,'
+    he stepped off to the _Biscay_ tune, allegro. I was amused; and
+    perhaps the expression of my face encouraged him to return
+    instantly, and with the familiarity of an old acquaintance, for he
+    said:
+
+    ''My dear Sir, that's the way the profession is going to the
+    devil: here, Sir, is the '_manager_'--with a sneer--'one of the
+    d----dest humbugs that ever trod the stage, must have his name in
+    large letters, of _course_; and the _and_ Laertes, Mr. Vandenhoff;
+    he's a favorite of the Grand Mogul, as we call old Sandford, and
+    so he gets all the fat; and d'ye know why he's shoved down the
+    people's throats? Because he's so d----d bad the old man shows to
+    advantage alongside of him. Did you ever see him?'
+
+    'I shook my head.
+
+    ''Why, Sir, he's a tall, stooping, lantern-jawed,
+    asthmatic-voiced, spindle-shanked fellow.' Here he put his foot on
+    the rail of my chair, and slightly scratched the calf of his leg.
+    'Hair the color of a cock-canary,' thrusting his fingers through
+    his own coal-black ringlets; 'with light blue eyes, Sir, trimmed
+    with pink gymp. He hasn't been long caught; just from some nunnery
+    in Liverpool, or somewhere, where he was brought up as a Catholic
+    priest; and here he comes, with his Latin and Lancashire dialect,
+    to lick the manager's great toe, and be hanged to him, and gets
+    all the business; while men of talent, and nerve, and personal
+    appearance,' shifting his hands from his coat-pockets to those of
+    his tights, 'who have drudged in the profession for years, are
+    kept in the back-ground; 'tis enough to make a fellow swear!'
+
+    ''You, then, Sir, are an actor?' said I, calmly.
+
+    ''An actor! yes, Sir, I am an _actor_, and have been ever since I
+    was an infant in arms; played the child that cries in the third
+    act of the comedy of 'The Chances,' when it was got up with
+    splendor by Old Gerald, at Sheerness, when I was only nine weeks
+    old; and I recollect, that is, my mother told me, that I cried
+    louder, and more naturally, than any child they'd ever had.
+    _That's me_,' said he, pointing to the play-bill--_Horatio, Mr.
+    Howard_. 'I _used to make_ a great part of Horatio _once_; and I
+    can now send any Hamlet to h-ll in that character, when I give it
+    energy and pathos; but this nine-tailed bashaw of a manager
+    insists upon my keeping my 'madness in the back-ground,' as he
+    calls it, and so I just walk through it, speak the words, and make
+    it a poor, spooney, preaching son of a how-came-ye-so, and do no
+    more for it than the author has.'
+
+Mr. COWELL subsequently enlists under the same manager, and is received
+with great apparent cordiality by the members of his _corps dramatique_:
+'The loan of 'properties,' or any thing I have, is perfectly at your
+service,' was iterated by all. Howard said: 'My boy, by heavens, I'll lend
+you my blue tights; oh, you're perfectly welcome; I don't wear them till
+the farce; Banquo's one of my _flesh parts_; nothing like the naked truth;
+I'm h--l for nature. By-the-by, you'll often have to wear black smalls and
+stockings; I'll put you up to something; save your buying silks, darning,
+stitch-dropping, louse-ladders, and all that; grease your legs and
+burnt-cork 'em; it looks d----d well 'from the front.'' Mr. COWELL, it
+appears, was an artist of no mean pretensions; and while engaged on one
+occasion in sketching a picturesque view of Stoke Church, he was
+interrupted in rather a novel manner by a brother actor named REYMES,
+somewhat akin, we fancy, to his friend HOWARD, albeit 'excellent company:'
+
+    'Several times I was disturbed in my occupation, to look round to
+    inquire the cause of a crash, every now and then, like the
+    breaking of glass; and at length I caught a glimpse of Reymes,
+    slyly jerking a pebble, under his arm, through one of the windows.
+    I recollected twice, in walking home with him, late at night, from
+    the theatre, his quietly taking a brick-bat from out of his
+    coat-pocket and deliberately smashing it through the casement of
+    the Town Hall, and walking on and continuing his conversation as
+    if nothing had happened. Crack! again. I began to suspect an
+    abberration of intellect, and said:
+
+    ''Reymes, for heaven's sake what are you doing?'
+
+    ''Showing my gratitude,' said he; and crack! went another.
+
+    ''Showing the devil!' said I; 'you're breaking the church
+    windows.'
+
+    ''Why, I know it--certainly; what do you stare at?' said the
+    eccentric. 'I broke nearly every pane three weeks ago; I couldn't
+    hit them all. After you have broken a good many, the stones are
+    apt to go through the holes you've already made. They only
+    finished mending them the day before yesterday; I came out and
+    asked the men when they were likely to get done;' and clatter!
+    clatter! went another.
+
+    ''That's excellent!' said he, in great glee. 'I hit the frame just
+    in the right place; I knocked out two large ones that time.'
+
+    ''Reymes,' said I, with temper, 'if you don't desist, I must leave
+    off my drawing.'
+
+    ''Well,' said he, 'only this one,' and crack! it went; 'there!
+    I've done. Since it annoys you, I'll come by myself to-morrow and
+    finish the job; it's the only means in my power of proving my
+    gratitude.'
+
+    ''Proving your folly,' said I. 'Why, Reymes, you must be out of
+    your senses.'
+
+    ''Why, did I never tell you?' said he. 'Oh! then I don't wonder at
+    your surprise. I thought I had told you. I had an uncle, a
+    glazier, who died, and left me twenty pounds, and this
+    mourning-ring; and I therefore have made it a rule to break the
+    windows of all public places ever since. The loss is not worth
+    speaking of to the parish, and puts a nice bit of money in the
+    pocket of some poor dealer in putty, with probably a large family
+    to support. And now I've explained, I presume you have no
+    objection to my proceeding in paying what I consider a debt of
+    gratitude due to my dead uncle.'
+
+    ''Hold! Reymes,' said I, as he was picking up a pebble. 'How do
+    you know but the poor fellow with the large family may not
+    undertake to repair the windows by contract, at so much a year or
+    month?'
+
+    ''Eh! egad, I never thought of that,' said the whimsical,
+    good-hearted creature. 'I'll suspend operations until I've made
+    the inquiry, and if I've wronged him I'll make amends.'
+
+Mr. COWELL is a plain-spoken man, and seldom spares age or sex in his
+exposure of the secrets of the stage, and the appliances and means to boot
+which are sometimes adopted by theatrical men and women to make an old
+face or form 'look maist as weel's the new.' The celebrated Mrs. JORDAN,
+in performing with him, was always very averse to his playing near the
+foot-lights, greatly preferring to act between the second entrances. The
+'moving why' is thus explained:
+
+    'The fact is, she was getting old; dimples turn to crinkles after
+    long use; beside, she wore a wig glued on; and in the heat of
+    acting--for she was always in earnest--I have seen some of the
+    tenacious compound with which it was secured trickle down a
+    wrinkle behind her ear; her person, too, was extremely round and
+    large, though still retaining something of the outline of its
+    former grace:
+
+      'And after all, 't would puzzle to say where
+      It would not spoil a charm to pare.'
+
+    There is no calamity in the catalogue of ills 'that flesh is heir
+    to' so horrible as the approach of old age to an actor. Juvenile
+    tragedy, light comedy, and walking gentleman with little
+    pot-bellies, and _have-been_ pretty women, are really to be
+    pitied. Fancy a lady, who has had quires of sonnets made to her
+    eye-brow, being obliged, at last, to black it, play at the back of
+    the stage at night, sit with her back to the window in a shady
+    part of the green-room in the morning, and keep on her bonnet
+    unless she can afford a very natural wig.'
+
+Sad enough! sad enough! certainly, and as true as it is melancholy. But
+let us get on board the Yankee vessel which brings Mr. COWELL to America,
+and at _his_ 'present writing' is lying off Gravesend. The difficulty he
+experienced in getting up a conversation with his fellow-passengers is a
+grievance still loudly complained of by his travelling countrymen:
+
+    'It was a dark, drizzly, melancholy night; a fair specimen of
+    Gravesend weather and the parts adjacent; no 'star that's westward
+    from the pole' to point my destined path, and furnish food for
+    speculative thought; and, after sliding five or six times up and
+    down some twenty feet of wet deck, I groped my way to the cabin.
+    The captain was not on board, and I found myself a stranger among
+    men. Of all gregarious animals man is the most tardy in getting
+    acquainted: meet them for the first time in a jury-box, a
+    stage-coach, or the cabin of a ship, and they always remind me of
+    a little lot of specimen sheep from different flocks, put together
+    for the first time in the same pen; they walk about and round and
+    round, with all their heads and tails in different directions, and
+    not a baa! escapes them; but in half an hour some crooked-pated
+    bell-wether perhaps, gives a south-down a little dig in the ribs,
+    and this example is followed by a Merino; and before the ending of
+    the fair their heads are all one way, and you'll find them
+    bleating together in full chorus. Now, in the case of man, a
+    snuff-box instead of the sheep's horn, is an admirable
+    introduction; for, if he refuses to take a pinch, he'll generally
+    give you a sufficient reason why he does not, and that's an
+    excellent chance to form, perhaps, a lasting friendship, but to
+    scrape an acquaintance to a certainty; and if he takes it perhaps
+    he'll sneeze, and you can come in with your 'God bless you!' and
+    so on, to a conversation about the plague in '66, or the yellow
+    fever on some other occasion, and can 'bury your friends by
+    dozens,' and 'escape yourself by a miracle,' very pleasantly for
+    half an hour. But in this instance it was a total failure: one
+    said 'I don't use it;' another shook his head, and the third
+    emptied his mouth of half a pint of spittle, and said 'he thought
+    it bad enough to chaw!''
+
+When the vessel is fairly at sea, the social ice is gradually broken. It
+being just after the war, the _rationale_ of the following brief dialogue
+between Mr. COWELL and the mate will be readily understood:
+
+  'The mate was a weather-beaten, humorous 'sea-monster;' upon asking
+  his name, he replied:
+
+  ''If you're an Englishman and I once tell you my name, you'll never
+  forget it.'
+
+  ''I don't know that,' I replied; 'I'm very unfortunate in
+  remembering names.'
+
+  ''Oh, never mind!' said he, with a peculiarly sly, comical look; 'if
+  you're an Englishman you'll never forget mine.'
+
+  ''Then I certainly am,' I replied.
+
+  ''Well, then,' said he drily, 'my name's BUNKER! and I'm d----d if
+  any Englishman will ever forget that name!''
+
+Mr. COWELL'S arrival, début, and theatrical progress and associations in
+this and other Atlantic towns, compose a diversified and palatable feast
+for the stage-loving public. His sketches of actors, male and female,
+native and foreign, are limned with an artistical hand. His picture of
+KEAN'S fleeing from 'the hot pursuit of obloquy' is exceedingly vivid; and
+'old MATHEWS' American 'trip' is well set forth. We find nothing so good,
+however, touching that extraordinary mime, as the following illustration
+of his sensitiveness to newspaper criticism, from the pen of the dramatic
+veteran, MONCRIEF:
+
+    ''Look here,' he would say, taking up a paper and reading:
+    'Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.--We last night visited this elegant
+    theatre for the purpose of witnessing the performance of that
+    excellent comedian, Mr. BELVI, as _Octavian_, in the
+    'Mountaineers,' for his own benefit. We hope it was for his own
+    benefit, for it certainly was not for the benefit of any one else;
+    for a more execrable performance we never witnessed. This
+    gentleman had better stick to his comedy!' Grant me patience;
+    Heaven! There's a fellow! What does he know about it? I suppose he
+    would abuse my _Iago_--say that is execrable! Isn't this
+    sufficient to drive any body mad? Because a man happens to have
+    played comedy all his life, '_we_' takes upon himself to think as
+    a matter of course he can't play tragedy, though he may possess
+    first rate tragic powers, as I do myself! I should have been the
+    best _Hamlet_ on the stage if I didn't limp; but let me go on: 'We
+    have seen ELLISTON in the character.' A charlatan, a mountebank;
+    wouldn't have me at Drury; and yet '_we_' thinks he has a syllable
+    the advantage of his competitor in this instance. We! we! as if
+    the fellow had a parcel of pigs in his inside; _we! we!_ Who's
+    _we_? Why don't he say Tompkins, or whatever his name is, Tompkins
+    thinks Elliston better in _Octavian_ than Belvi; Belvi could kick
+    Tompkins then; but who can kick _we_?' etc., etc. And yet poor
+    Mathews had no warmer admirers, no truer, no more constant friends
+    than those whose occasional animadversions would thus excite his
+    ire.'
+
+After running a very successful and popular career at the Park-Theatre,
+our artist-actor is induced to assume the management of a circus-theatre
+just then in high vogue at the TATTERSALL'S building in Broadway. The
+subjoined was one of the many incidents which occurred on his assuming the
+reins of the establishment:
+
+    'The company was both extensive and excellent; a stud of
+    thirty-three horses, four ponies and a jack-ass, all so admirably
+    selected and educated, that for beauty and utility they could not
+    be equalled any where. The company was popular and our success
+    enormous. Of course, like others when first placed in power, I
+    made a total change in my cabinet. JOHN BLAKE I appointed
+    secretary of the treasury and principal ticket-seller; and to
+    prove how excellent a judge I was of integrity and capacity, he
+    was engaged at the Park at the end of the season, and has held
+    that important situation there ever since. A delicious specimen of
+    the Emerald Isle, with the appropriate equestrian appellation of
+    Billy Rider, received an office of nearly equal trust, though
+    smaller chance of perquisites--stage and stable door-keeper at
+    night, and through the day a variety of duties, to designate half
+    of which would occupy a chapter. He was strict to a fault in the
+    discharge of his duty, as every urchin of that day who attempted
+    to sneak into the circus can testify. Conway the tragedian called
+    to see me one evening, and in attempting to pass was stopped by
+    Billy, armed as usual, with a pitch-fork.
+
+    ''What's this you want? Who are ye? and where are you going?' says
+    Billy.
+
+    'I wish to see Mr. Cowell,' says Conway.
+
+    'Oh then, it's till to-morrow at ten o'clock, in his office, that
+    you'll have to wait to perform that operation.'
+
+    'But, my dear fellow, my name is Conway, of the theatre; Mr.
+    Cowell is my particular friend, and I have his permission to
+    enter.'
+
+    'By my word, Sir, I thank ye kindly for the explination; and it's
+    a mighty tall, good-looking gentleman you are too,' says Billy,
+    presenting his pitch-fork; 'but if ye were the blessed Redeemer,
+    with the cross under your arm, you couldn't pass me without an
+    orther from Mr. Cowell.'
+
+'JOE COWELL,' in years gone by, has made us laugh many a good hour; and we
+hold ourselves bound to reciprocate the pleasure he has afforded us, by
+warmly commending his pleasant, gossipping volume to the readers of the
+KNICKERBOCKER throughout the United States.
+
+
+  AN ELEMENTARY TREATISE ON HUMAN PHYSIOLOGY: on the Basis of the
+  'Précis Elémentaire de Physiologie' of MAGENDIE. Translated, enlarged,
+  and illustrated with Diagrams and Cuts, by Prof. JOHN REVERE, M. D.,
+  of the University of New-York. In one volume. pp. 533. New-York:
+  HARPER AND BROTHERS.
+
+The American translator and editor of the volume above cited is of opinion
+that since the death of Sir CHARLES BELL, there is no physiologist who
+stands so preėminent as an original observer and inquirer, or who has
+contributed so much to the present improved state of the science by his
+individual efforts, as M. MAGENDIE. In facility in experimenting upon
+living animals, and extended opportunities of observation, no one has
+surpassed him; while through a long professional career his attention has
+been chiefly devoted to physiological inquiries. There is one excellence
+which constitutes a predominant feature in his system of Physiology that
+cannot be estimated too highly by the student of medicine; and that is,
+the severe system of induction that he has pursued, excluding those
+imaginative and speculative views which rather belong to metaphysics than
+physiology. The work is also remarkable for the conciseness and
+perspicuity of its style, the clearness of its descriptions, and the
+admirable arrangement of its matter. The present is a translation of the
+fifth and last edition of the '_Précis Elémentaire de Physiologie_,' in
+which the science is brought down to the present time. It is not, like
+many modern systems, merely eclectic, or a compilation of the experiments
+and doctrines of others. On the contrary, all the important questions
+discussed, if not originally proposed and investigated by the author, have
+been thoroughly examined and experimented upon by him. His observations,
+therefore, on all these important subjects, carry with them great interest
+and weight derived from these investigations. The translator and editor,
+while faithfully adhering to the spirit of the author, has endeavored, and
+with success, to strip the work of its foreign costume, and _naturalize_
+it to our language. He has added a large number of diagrams and pictorial
+illustrations of the different organs and structures, taken from the
+highest and most recent authorities, in the hope of rendering clearer to
+the student of medicine the observations and reasonings on their
+functions. He has also made a number of additions on subjects which he
+thought had been passed over in too general a manner in the original work
+of MAGENDIE. In a word, his aim 'to present a system of human physiology
+which shall exhibit in a clear and intelligible manner the actual state of
+the science, and adapted to the use of students of medicine in the United
+States,' has been thoroughly carried out.
+
+
+  THE STUDY OF THE LIFE OF WOMAN. By Madame NECKER DE SAUSSURE, of
+  Geneva. Translated from the French. In one volume. pp. 288.
+  Philadelphia: LEA AND BLANCHARD. New-York: WILEY AND PUTNAM.
+
+The distinguished clergyman who introduces this excellent book to American
+readers does it no more than justice when he declares it to be the work of
+a highly gifted mind, containing many beautiful philosophical views of the
+relation which woman sustains in society, abounding in the results of
+careful observation, and characterized by a pervading religious spirit. It
+is adapted to accomplish great good, and its circulation would do much to
+aid those who have the care of youthful females, and who desire that they
+should fill the place in society for which they were designed. There is no
+work in our language which occupies the place that this is intended to
+fill; nor which presents so interesting a view of the organization of
+society by its great AUTHOR, and of the situation appropriated to _woman_
+in that organization. The book has reference more particularly to the
+elevated circles of society; to those who have advantages for education;
+who have leisure for the cultivation of the intellect and the heart after
+the usual course of education is completed, and who have opportunities of
+doing good to others. 'It will supply a place which is not filled now, and
+would be eminently useful to that increasing number of individuals in our
+country. It is much to be regretted that not a few when they leave school
+seem to contemplate little farther advancement in the studies in which
+they have been engaged. A just view of the place which woman is designed
+to occupy in society, as presented in this volume, would do much to
+correct this error. We should regard it as an auspicious omen, if this
+work should have an extensive circulation in this country, and believe
+that wherever it is perused it will contribute to the elevation of the
+sex; to promote large views of the benevolence and wisdom of the Creator
+in regard to the human family, and to advance the interests of true
+religion.'
+
+
+  THE AMERICAN REVIEW, AND METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE. Numbers five and six.
+  pp. 588. New-York: SAXTON AND MILES, Broadway.
+
+The number of this publication for the December quarter is a very good
+one. We were especially interested in the 'Michael Agonistes' of Mr. J. W.
+BROWN, which is, in parts, both powerful and harmonious, and in a
+dissertation upon 'WEIR'S National Painting.' The writer is of opinion
+that our eminent artist has made a sad mistake in the conception of his
+striking group, although he awards warm praise to certain portions of the
+picture. Still he says: 'It argues slight knowledge of human nature to
+suppose that melancholy resignation characterized those who at Delft-Haven
+embarked for a land of civil and religious liberty; wild and inhospitable,
+to be sure, but still a land of Freedom. There were other thoughts in the
+hearts of that noble band than those of sorrow. Even had they been leaving
+the country of their birth, they would not have sorrowed; but as it was,
+bidding farewell to a land of foreigners, almost as hostile to freedom as
+their own, they felt not otherwise than joyful, and their bosoms were full
+of thoughtful, reasoning gladness. The parting kiss of that young wife
+must have tried, somewhat, the firmness of her husband, yet not enough to
+cloud his bright anticipations of the future. A different mood than that
+imagined by Mr. WEIR should have pervaded the group, if we are not widely
+in error. 'With all its faults,' adds our critic, however, 'The
+Embarkation of the Pilgrims,' although not indicative of great genius, yet
+regarded as to execution, does honor to Mr. WEIR. We should do injustice
+to the central group, did we omit to confess that the devotional grandeur
+of the face of the minister, raised to heaven in prayer, struck us with a
+feeling of awe, such as we had perhaps never before experienced.' This
+especial tribute we have heard paid to this picture by every person whom
+we have heard refer to it.
+
+
+
+
+EDITOR'S TABLE.
+
+
+AMERICAN MANNERS AND AMERICAN LITERATURE.--We ask the attention of every
+right-minded American to the following remarks, which we take the liberty
+of transcribing from a welcome epistle to the Editor, from one of our most
+esteemed and popular contributors. The follies which it exposes and the
+evils which it laments have heretofore formed the themes of papers in this
+Magazine from the pens of able correspondents, as well as of occasional
+comment in our own departments; but we do not remember to have seen the
+subject more felicitously handled than by our friend: 'The crying vice of
+the nation, and the one which of all others most fastens the charge of
+inconsistency on our character and professions, is that apish spirit with
+which we admire and copy every thing of European growth. While we exalt
+our institutions, character and condition over those of all other nations,
+and give ourselves 'a name above every name,' is it not supremely absurd
+for city to vie with city and family with family in adopting the latest
+fashions in dress and opinions originating in nations which have grown old
+in profligacy, and abound in the worthless excrescences of society? We
+profess to be perfectly independent of all control in our thoughts and
+actions: '_Nullius addicti jurare in verba magistri_.' Yet who more
+readily than we shout in chorus to the newest modes of thinking ushered
+into ephemeral life by philosophers across the water? Who adopt so early
+or carry so far the most outre and preposterous styles of dress invented
+in Paris, as our American belles and dandies? The newest cut in garments
+which was hatched in Paris beneath the crescent-moon, her waning rays see
+carried to its utmost verge in our bustling marts. We follow the
+revolutions in the configuration of coats, from square to round, and from
+round to angular, with as scrupulous and painful a precision as if our
+national honor depended on the issue. Nay, we are usually a little _too_
+faithful, and fairly 'out-Herod Herod.' Does the cockney of the 'world's
+metropolis' compress his toes in boots tapering at an angle of forty
+degrees? The republican fop promenades Broadway with _his_ pedal
+extremities squeezed into an angle of thirty; and the corns ensuing he
+bears with christian fortitude; for does he not find his 'exceeding great
+reward' in being more fashionable than the Londoner himself? Has the fat
+of the Siberian bear, or 'thine incomparable oil, Macassar' called forth a
+thicket of hair on the cheek of the Frenchman, reaching from the cerebral
+pulse to the submaxillary bone? Instantly the pews of our churches, the
+boxes of our theatres, and the seats of our legislative halls, are
+thronged with whey-faced apes, the moisture of whose brains has exuded in
+nourishing a frowning hedge, of which the dark luxuriance encircles the
+whole face, resembling the old pictures of the saints wherewith our
+childhood was amused, encompassed with a glory! When the whiskered
+'petit-māitres' of Hyde-Park shall begin to transport their adorable
+persons to this new world on a summer's trip, they will be astonished not
+a little to be stared at on landing through opera-glasses by counterparts
+of themselves; exact to the last hair of the moustache. 'Werily,' will be
+their ejaculation, 'hit his wery great presumption in these wulgar
+democrats to himitate us Henglish in this way-ah!' Every easterly wind
+blows in a fleet laden with cargoes of folly, and every outward-bound
+vessel bears an order for fresh importations of absurdity, of which
+milliners and tailors are the shippers, and flirts and fops the
+consignees. So far has this mimicking spirit proceeded, that we regard
+neither climate nor season. Were some accident to delay for a few months
+our advices from Europe, I question not but our fashionable ladies would
+adopt in mid-winter the same form and materials for their dresses which
+the Parisian damsels sported on the Boulevards beneath the scorching
+dog-star. The changeful and chilly atmosphere of our sea-board differs
+widely from the genial airs of 'La belle France,' and to adopt their
+fashions in detail is about as wise and tasteful in us as it would be for
+the negro panting beneath the line to wrap himself in the furs of Siberia,
+and substitute for his refreshing palm-juice the usquebaugh of the
+Highlands. Who would not laugh himself into a pleurisy to see the dandies
+of Timbuctoo stalking along in solemn gravity beneath their torrid sun,
+encumbered with a Russian fur-cloak, or a Lapland 'whip' on a snow-sledge,
+driving his canine four-in-hand, with a Turkish turban and Grecian robe
+folded carelessly around him? Yet wherein do we greatly differ in _our_
+absurdities! Again: we profess to have lopped from our democratic tree the
+old-world customs of hereditary title and patrimonial honor. _We_ are no
+respecters of persons. _We_ have no reverence for ancestral virtues, and
+the lustre that shines only by reflection has no charms for _us_. _We_
+respect no grandees but 'nature's noblemen.' _We_ look through the
+glittering atmosphere of place, and title, and factitious distinction, at
+the man himself. The artificer of his own fortunes we hail as a brother.
+He who possesses superior abilities or unblemished integrity, _we_ honor,
+though his hands be on the plough; and he who is imbecile or dishonest,
+_we_ despise, though his brow be encircled by a coronet. All noble,
+consistent, rational, and right. But how is this? 'Lo! a foreigner has
+landed on our shores.' Well; what then? We also should be foreigners in
+Europe. 'Yes; but he bears the honorable appendage of Lord, or Sir, or De,
+or Di, or Von, or Don.' Happy, meanwhile, thrice happy the youth whom his
+titleship will allow to treat him; blessed, triumphantly blessed, the Miss
+whose charms have warmed into life the cold gaze of my Lord Highbred, or
+Monsieur De Nonchalance. And oh! beatified beyond all rapture the doting
+mother, who in her ripened and expanded miniature begins to realize her
+dreams of 'young romance,' and to hope by connection with a family more
+lineally descended from Adam than her own, to obtain a rank
+
+  'Whose glory with a lingering trace,
+  Shines through and deifies her race!'
+
+Truth, every word truth--satire most justly bestowed; and before
+relinquishing this general theme, let us ask the reader to admire with us
+the cognate remarks of a writer in the last number of the 'North-American
+Review' upon the importance of a _Literature_ which shall be distinctive
+and national in its character, and not a _rifacamento_ of the varying
+literatures of various nations: 'The man whose heart is capable of any
+patriotic emotion, who feels his pulse quicken when the idea of his
+country is brought home to him, must desire that country to possess a
+voice more majestic than the roar of party, and more potent than the whine
+of sects; a voice which should breathe energy and awaken hope where-ever
+its kindling tones are heard. The life of our native land; the inner
+spirit which animates its institutions; the new ideas and principles, of
+which it is the representative; these every patriot must wish to behold
+reflected from the broad mirror of a comprehensive and soul-animating
+literature. The true vitality of a nation is not seen in the triumphs of
+its industry, the extent of its conquests, or the reach of its empire; but
+in its intellectual dominion. Posterity passes over statistical tables of
+trade and population, to search for the records of the mind and heart. It
+is of little moment how many millions of men were included at any time
+under the name of one people, if they have left no intellectual
+testimonials of their mode and manner of existence, no 'foot-prints on the
+sands of time.' The heart refuses to glow at the most astounding array of
+figures. A nation lives only through its literature, and its mental life
+is immortal. And if we have a literature, it should be a _national_
+literature; no feeble or sonorous echo of Germany or England, but
+essentially American in its tone and object. No matter how meritorious a
+composition may be, as long as any foreign nation can say that it has done
+the same thing better, so long shall we be spoken of with contempt, or in
+a spirit of benevolent patronage. We begin to sicken of the custom, now so
+common, of presenting even our best poems to the attention of foreigners,
+with a deprecating, apologetic air; as if their acceptance of the
+offering, with a few soft and silky compliments, would be an act of
+kindness demanding our warmest acknowledgments. If the Quarterly Review or
+Blackwood's Magazine speaks well of an American production, we think that
+we can praise it ourselves, without incurring the reproach of bad taste.
+The folly we yearly practise, of flying into passion with some inferior
+English writer, who caricatures our faults, and tells dull jokes about his
+tour through the land, has only the effect to exalt an insignificant
+scribbler into notoriety, and give a nominal value to his recorded
+impertinence. If the mind and heart of the country had its due expression,
+if its life had taken form in a literature worthy of itself, we should pay
+little regard to the childish tattling of a pert coxcomb who was
+discontented with our taverns, or the execrations of some bluff
+sea-captain who was shocked with our manners. The uneasy sense we have of
+something in our national existence which has not yet been fitly
+expressed, gives poignancy to the least ridicule launched at faults and
+follies which lie on the superficies of our life. Every person feels, that
+a book which condemns the country for its peculiarities of manners and
+customs, does not pierce into the heart of the matter, and is essentially
+worthless. If Bishop BERKELEY, when he visited MALEBRANCHE, had paid
+exclusive attention to the habitation, raiment, and manners of the man,
+and neglected the conversation of the metaphysician, and, when he returned
+to England, had entertained POPE, SWIFT, GAY, and ARBUTHNOT with satirical
+descriptions of the 'compliment extern' of his eccentric host, he would
+have acted just as wisely as many an English tourist, with whose malicious
+pleasantry on our habits of chewing, spitting, and eating, we are silly
+enough to quarrel. To the United States in reference to the pop-gun shots
+of foreign tourists, might be addressed the warning which Peter Plymley
+thundered against BONAPARTE, in reference to the Anti-Jacobin jests of
+CANNING: Tremble, oh! thou land of many spitters and voters, 'for a
+_pleasant_ man has come out against thee, and thou shalt be laid low by a
+joker of jokes, and he shall talk his pleasant talk to thee, and thou
+shalt be no more!' In order that America may take its due rank in the
+commonwealth of nations, a literature is needed which shall be the
+exponent of its higher life. We live in times of turbulence and change.
+There is a general dissatisfaction, manifesting itself often in rude
+contests and ruder speech, with the gulf which separates principles from
+actions. Men are struggling to realize dim ideals of right and truth, and
+each failure adds to the desperate earnestness of their efforts. Beneath
+all the shrewdness and selfishness of the American character, there is a
+smouldering enthusiasm which flames out at the first touch of fire;
+sometimes at the hot and hasty words of party, and sometimes at the
+bidding of great thoughts and unselfish principles. The heart of the
+nation is easily stirred to its depths; but those who rouse its fiery
+impulses into action are often men compounded of ignorance and wickedness,
+and wholly unfitted to guide the passions which they are able to excite.
+We want a poetry which shall speak in clear, loud tones to the people; a
+poetry which shall make us more in love with our native land, by
+converting its ennobling scenery into the images of lofty thoughts; which
+shall give visible form and life to the abstract ideas of our written
+constitutions; which shall confer upon virtue all the strength of
+principle and all the energy of passion; which shall disentangle freedom
+from cant and senseless hyperbole, and render it a thing of such
+loveliness and grandeur as to justify all self-sacrifice; which shall make
+us love man by the new consecrations it sheds on his life and destiny;
+which shall force through the thin partitions of conventialism and
+expediency; vindicate the majesty of reason; give new power to the voice
+of conscience, and new vitality to human affection; soften and elevate
+passion; guide enthusiasm in a right direction; and speak out in the high
+language of men to a nation of men.'
+
+THE NORTH-AMERICAN REVIEW for the January quarter is one of the best
+issues of that 'ancient and honorable' Quarterly which we have encountered
+for many months. It contains eight extended reviews, five brief 'Critical
+Notices,' and the usual quarterly list of new publications. The first
+article is upon the '_Poets and Poetry of America_,' a work 'which has
+travelled through many States and four editions,' and for the production
+of which Mr. GRISWOLD is justly commended. In the progress of this paper,
+the writer indulges in a sort of running commentary upon the more
+conspicuous poets included in the compiler's collection, as BRYANT,
+HALLECK, SPRAGUE, DANA, PERCIVAL, LONGFELLOW, WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK,
+HOLMES, WHITTIER, etc., etc.  Of BRYANT the reviewer among other things
+remarks:
+
+    'MR. GRISWOLD says finely of BRYANT, that 'he is the translator of
+    the silent language of nature to the world.' The serene beauty and
+    thoughtful tenderness, which characterize his descriptions, or
+    rather interpretations of outward objects, are paralleled only in
+    WORDSWORTH. His poems are almost perfect of their kind. The fruits
+    of meditation, rather than of passion or imagination, and rarely
+    startling with an unexpected image or sudden outbreak of feeling,
+    they are admirable specimens of what may be called the philosophy
+    of the soul. They address the finer instincts of our nature with a
+    voice so winning and gentle; they search out with such subtle
+    power all in the heart which is true and good; that their
+    influence, though quiet, is resistless. They have consecrated to
+    many minds things which before it was painful to contemplate. Who
+    can say that his feelings and fears respecting death have not
+    received an insensible change, since reading the 'Thanatopsis?'
+    Indeed, we think that BRYANT'S poems are valuable, not only for
+    their intrinsic excellence, but for the vast influence their wide
+    circulation is calculated to exercise on national feelings and
+    manners. It is impossible to read them without being morally
+    benefitted. They purify as well as please. They develope or
+    encourage all the elevated and thoughtful tendencies of the mind.'
+
+We are glad to see the reproof which the reviewer bestows upon those
+critics of LONGFELLOW'S poetry, who to escape the trouble of analysis,
+offer some smooth eulogium upon his 'taste,' or some lip-homage to his
+'artistical ability,' instead of noting the tendency of his writings to
+touch the heroic strings in our nature, to breathe energy into the heart,
+to sustain our lagging purposes, and fix our thoughts on what is stable
+and eternal. The following is eminently just:
+
+    'The great characteristic of LONGFELLOW, that of addressing the
+    moral nature through the imagination, of linking moral truth to
+    intellectual beauty, is a far greater excellence. His artistical
+    ability is admirable, because it is not seen. It is rather mental
+    than mechanical. The best artist is he who accommodates his
+    diction to his subject. In this sense, LONGFELLOW is an artist. By
+    learning 'to labor and to wait,' by steadily brooding over the
+    chaos in which thought and emotion first appear to the mind, and
+    giving shape and life to both, before uttering them in words, he
+    has obtained a singular mastery over expression. By this we do not
+    mean that he has a large command of language. No fallacy is
+    greater than that which confounds fluency with expression.
+    Washerwomen, and boys at debating clubs, often display more
+    fluency than WEBSTER; but his words are to theirs, as the roll of
+    thunder to the patter of rain. Language often receives its
+    significance and power from the person who uses it. Unless
+    permeated by the higher faculties of the mind, unless it be not
+    the clothing, but the 'incarnation of thought,' it is quite an
+    humble power. There are some writers who repose undoubting
+    confidence in words. If their minds be filled with the epithets of
+    poetry, they fondly deem that they have clutched its essence. In a
+    piece of inferior verse, we often observe a great array of
+    expressions which have been employed with great effect by genius,
+    but which seem to burn the fingers and disconcert the equanimity
+    of the aspiring word-catcher who presses them into his service.
+    Felicity, not fluency, of language is a merit.'
+
+Exactly; yet these same 'fluent' versifiers are the persons who talk with
+elaborate flippancy of the 'simple common-places' of this noble poet! The
+reviewer adds: 'LONGFELLOW has a perfect command of that expression which
+results from restraining rather than cultivating fluency; and his manner
+is adapted to his theme. He rarely, if ever, mistakes 'emotions for
+conceptions.' His words are often pictures of his thought. He selects with
+great delicacy and precision the exact phrase which best expresses or
+suggests his idea. He colors his style with the skill of a painter. The
+warm flush and bright tints, as well as the most evanescent hues of
+language, he uses with admirable discretion. In that higher department of
+his art, that of so combining his words and images that they make music to
+the soul as well as to the ear, and convey not only his feelings and
+thoughts, but also the very tone and condition of the soul in which they
+have being, he likewise excels.' The reviewer illustrates these remarks,
+by citing the 'Psalms of Life,' the 'Saga of the Skeleton in Armor,' 'The
+Village Blacksmith,' etc., which were written by Mr. LONGFELLOW for the
+pages of this Magazine, and adds, that our poet indulges in no 'wild
+struggles after an ineffable Something, for which earth can afford but
+imperfect symbols. He appears perfectly satisfied with his work. Like his
+own 'Village Blacksmith,' he retires every night with the feeling that
+something has been attempted, and something _done_.' There is a subtle
+analysis of the style of that first of comic poets, HOLMES, for which we
+shall endeavor to find space hereafter. Of the writings of the late
+lamented WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK, the reviewer remarks, that they 'are all
+distinguished for a graceful and elegant diction, thoughts morally and
+poetically beautiful, and chaste and appropriate imagery. They exhibit
+much purity and strength of feeling, are replete with fancy and sentiment,
+and have often a searching pathos and a mournful beauty, which find their
+way quietly to the heart.' The poetry of our friend and correspondent
+WHITTIER is warmly commended: 'A common thought comes from his pen 'rammed
+with life.' He seems in some of his lyrics to pour out his blood with his
+lines. There is a rush of passion in his verse, which sweeps every thing
+along with it.' The remaining references are to the lady-poets, Mesdames
+BROOKS, CHILD, SIGOURNEY, SMITH, WELBY, HALL, ELLET, DINNIE, EMBURY,
+HOOPER, the DAVIDSONS, etc. The whole article is well considered; and we
+cordially commend it to the attention of our readers. The remaining papers
+are upon PALFREY'S admirable 'Lectures on the Evidences of Christianity,'
+'Trade with the Hanse-Towns, the German Tariff-League;' 'GERVINUS'S
+History of German Poetry;' 'Debts of the States,' an excellent and most
+timely article;' 'PRESCOTT'S History of Mexico;' 'SAM SLICK in England;'
+and a valuable dissertation on Libraries, based upon the catalogue of the
+library of Brown University.
+
+
+JOSEPH C. NEAL'S 'CHARCOAL SKETCHES.'--Right glad are we to welcome from
+the teeming press of Messrs. BURGESS AND STRINGER a new edition of these
+most humorous and witty sketches, illustrated with engravings by D. C.
+JOHNSTON, of Boston. We have re-perused them with renewed delight, and
+awakened again the echoes of our silent sanctum, in the excess of our
+cachinnatory enjoyment. Our friend MORTON M'MICHAEL, in the 'advance
+GRAHAM' for February, (which by the way contains a breathing likeness of
+the sketcher,) has the following remarks upon the papers composing the
+volume before us, which we most cordially endorse: 'No one, who has his
+faculties in a healthy condition, can read them and not feel convinced
+that they are the productions of a superior and highly gifted mind. They
+not only smack strongly of what all true men love, genuine humor; rich,
+racy, glorious humor; at which you may indulge in an honest outbreak of
+laughter, and not feel ashamed afterward because you have thrown away good
+mirth on a pitiful jest; but when you have laughed your fill, if you
+choose to look beneath the surface, which sparkles and bubbles with
+brilliant fancies, you will find an under current of truthful observation,
+abundant in matter for sober thought in your graver moments. In all of
+them, light and trifling as they seem, and pleasant as they unquestionably
+are, there is a deep and solemn moral. The follies and vices which, in
+weak natures, soon grow into crimes, are here presented in such a way as
+to forewarn those who are about to yield to temptation, not by dull
+monitions and unregarded homilies, but by making the actors themselves
+unconscious protestants against their own misdoings. And to do this well
+requires a combination of abilities such as few possess. There must be the
+quick eye to perceive, the nice judgment to discriminate, the active
+memory to retain, the vigorous pen to depict, and above all, the soul, the
+mind, the genius, call it what you will, to infuse into the whole life and
+spirit and power. Now, all these qualities Neal has in an eminent degree,
+and he applies them with the skill of an accomplished artist. What he does
+he does thoroughly, perfectly. His portraits, which he modestly calls
+sketches, are unmistakeable. The very men he wishes to portray are before
+you, and they are not only limned to the outward eye, but they speak also
+to the outward ear, and in sentences thickly clustered with the drollest
+conceits, they convey lessons of practical philosophy, and make
+revelations of the strange perversities of our inward nature, from which
+even the wise may gather profitable conclusions.' Our friend speaks of Mr.
+NEAL'S being 'comparatively little known.' We have good reason to believe
+that one great cause of this is, that his name has often been confounded
+with that of another and altogether different species of NEAL, whose
+infinite twattle--infinite alike in degree and quantity--has prejudiced
+the public mind against any thing that may seem to come in 'questionable
+shape' from a questionable source. This error has had its advantages to
+_one_ party, no doubt, since there was 'every thing to gain and nothing to
+lose;' an advantage however which the prefix of the first two initials of
+our friend and correspondent to passages from his work which may hereafter
+find their way into the newspapers, will transfer to the rightful
+recipient. But to the volume in question, from which we are about to make
+a few random selections, illustrating the characters of sundry 'city
+worthies,' who are 'comprehended as vagrom men' by the 'charleys' or
+watchmen of the good City of Brotherly Love. Let us begin with the
+soliloquy of the poetical OLYMPUS PUMP:
+
+    ''GENIUS never feels its oats until after sunset; twilight applies
+    the spanner to the fire-plug of fancy to give its bubbling
+    fountains way; and midnight lifts the sluices for the cataracts of
+    the heart, and cries, 'Pass on the water!' Yes, and economically
+    considered, night is this world's Spanish cloak; for no matter how
+    dilapidated or festooned one's apparel may be, the loops and
+    windows cannot be discovered, and we look as elegant and as
+    beautiful as get out. Ah!' continued Pump, as he gracefully
+    reclined upon the stall, 'it's really astonishing how rich I am in
+    the idea line to-night. But it's no use. I've got no pencil--not
+    even a piece of chalk to write 'em on my hat for my next poem.
+    It's a great pity ideas are so much of the soap-bubble order, that
+    you can't tie 'em up in a pocket handkerchief, like a half peck of
+    potatoes, or string 'em on a stick like catfish. I often have the
+    most beautiful notions scampering through my head with the grace,
+    but alas! the swiftness too, of kittens, especially just before I
+    get asleep; but they're all lost for the want of a trap; an
+    intellectual figgery four. I wish we could find out the way of
+    sprinkling salt on their tails, and make 'em wait till we want to
+    use 'em. Why can't some of the meaner souls invent an idea-catcher
+    for the use of genius? I'm sure they'd find it profitable, for I
+    wouldn't mind owing a man twenty dollars for one myself.'
+
+Mr. FYDGET FYXINGTON is another worthy, who reverts continually to 'first
+principles,' and is full of schemes and projects, especially when he
+chances to have 'a stone in his hat.' Hear him:
+
+    ''NOTHIN'S fixed no how; our grand-dads must a been lazy rascals.
+    Why didn't they roof over the side-walks, and not leave every
+    thing for us to do? I ain't got no numbrell, and besides that,
+    when it comes down as if raining was no name for it, as it always
+    does when I'm cotch'd out, numbrells is no great shakes if you've
+    got one with you, and no shakes at all if it's at home. It's a
+    pity we ain't got feathers, so's to grow our own jacket and
+    trowsers, and do up the tailorin' business, and make our own
+    feather beds. It would be a great savin'; every man his own
+    clothes, and every man his own feather bed. Now I've got a
+    suggestion about that; first principles bring us to the skin;
+    fortify that, and the matter's done. How would it do to bile a big
+    kittle full of tar, tallow, beeswax and injen rubber, with
+    considerable wool, and dab the whole family once a week? The
+    young'uns might be soused in it every Saturday night, and the
+    nigger might fix the elderly folks with a whitewash brush. Then
+    there wouldn't be no bother a washing your clothes or yourself,
+    which last is an invention of the doctor to make people sick,
+    because it lets in the cold in winter and the heat in summer, when
+    natur' says shut up the porouses and keep 'em out. Besides, when
+    the new invention was tore at the knees or wore at the elbows,
+    just tell the nigger to put on the kittle and give you a dab, and
+    you're patched slick; and so that whole mobs of people mightn't
+    stick together like figs, a little sperrits of turpentine or
+    litharage might be added to make 'em dry like a house-a-fire. 'T
+    would be nice for sojers. Stand 'em all of a row, and whitewash
+    'em blue or red, according to pattern, as if they were a fence.
+    The gin'rals might look on to see if it was done according to
+    Gunter; the cap'ins might flourish the brush, and the corpulars
+    carry the bucket. Dandies could fix themselves all sorts of
+    streaked and all sorts of colors. When the parterials is cheap and
+    the making don't cost nothing, that's what I call economy, and
+    coming as near as possible to first principles. It's a better way,
+    too, of keeping out the rain, than my t'other plan of flogging
+    people when they're young, to make their hides hard and
+    water-proof. A good licking is a sound first principle for
+    juveniles, but they've got a prejudice agin it.'
+
+'A pair of Slippers' brings us acquainted with another original personage,
+who one dark night soliloquizes on this wise:
+
+    ''I'VE not the slightest doubt that this is as beautiful a night
+    as ever was; only it's so dark you can't see the pattern of it.
+    One night is pretty much like another night in the dark; but it's
+    a great advantage to a good-looking evening, if the lamps are lit,
+    so you can twig the stars and the moonshine. The fact is, that in
+    this 'ere city, we do grow the blackest moons, and the hardest
+    moons to find, I ever did see. Lamps is lamps, and moons is moons,
+    in a business pint of view, but practically they ain't much if the
+    wicks ain't afire. When the luminaries are, as I may say, in the
+    raw, it's bad for me. I can't see the ground as perforately as
+    little fellers, and every dark night I'm sure to get a hyst;
+    either a forrerd hyst, or a backerd hyst, or some sort of a hyst;
+    but more backerds than forrerds, 'specially in winter. One of the
+    most unfeeling tricks I know of, is the way some folks have got of
+    laughing out, yaw-haw! when they see a gentleman ketching a
+    reg'lar hyst; a long gentleman, for instance, with his legs in the
+    air, and his noddle splat down upon the cold bricks. A hyst of
+    itself is bad enough, without being sniggered at: first, your
+    sconce gets a crack; then, you see all sorts of stars, and have
+    free admission to the fire-works; then, you scramble up, feeling
+    as if you had no head on your shoulders, and as if it wasn't you,
+    but some confounded disagreeable feller in your clothes; yet the
+    jacksnipes all grin, as if the misfortunes of human nature was
+    only a poppet show. I wouldn't mind it, if you could get up and
+    look as if you didn't care. But a man can't rise, after a royal
+    hyst, without letting on he feels flat. In such cases, however,
+    sympathy is all gammon; and as for sensibility of a winter's day,
+    people keep it all for their own noses, and can't be coaxed to
+    retail it by the small.'
+
+'DILLY JONES' is one of those unfortunate wights 'just whose luck' it is
+never to succeed in any thing they undertake. In a state of 'mellow'
+mental abstraction, while lamenting that the trade of one's early days
+might not likewise be the trade of one's latter years, he unconsciously
+utters his thoughts aloud:
+
+    ''SAWING wood's going all to smash,' said he, 'and that's where
+    every thing goes what I speculates in. This here coal is doing us
+    up. Ever since these black stones was brought to town, the
+    wood-sawyers and pilers, and them soap-fat and hickory-ashes men,
+    has been going down; and, for my part, I can't say as I see what's
+    to be the end of all their new-fangled contraptions. But it's
+    always so; I'm always crawling out of the little end of the horn.
+    I began life in a comfortable sort of a way; selling oysters out
+    of a wheel-barrow, all clear grit, and didn't owe nobody nothing.
+    Oysters went down slick enough for a while, but at last cellars
+    was invented, and darn the oyster, no matter how nice it was
+    pickled, could poor Dill sell; so I had to eat up capital and
+    profits myself. Then the 'pepree-pot smoking' was sot up, and went
+    ahead pretty considerable for a time; but a parcel of fellers come
+    into it, said my cats wasn't as good as their'n, when I know'd
+    they was as fresh as any cats in the market; and pepree-pot was no
+    go. Bean-soup was just as bad; people said kittens wasn't good
+    done that way, and the more I hollered, the more the customers
+    wouldn't come, and them what did, wanted tick. Along with the boys
+    and their pewter fips, them what got trust and didn't pay, and the
+    abusing of my goods, I was soon fotch'd up in the victualling
+    line--and I busted for the benefit of my creditors. But genius
+    riz. I made a raise of a horse and saw, after being a wood-piler's
+    prentice for a while, and working till I was free, and now here
+    comes the coal to knock this business in the head.' · · · 'I
+    WONDER if they wouldn't list me for a Charley? Hollering oysters
+    and bean-soup has guv' me a splendid woice; and instead of
+    skeering 'em away, if the thieves were to hear me singing out, my
+    style of doing it would almost coax 'em to come and be took up.
+    They'd feel like a bird when a snake is after it, and would walk
+    up, and poke their coat collars right into my fist. Then, after a
+    while, I'd perhaps be promoted to the fancy business of pig
+    ketching, which, though it is werry light and werry elegant,
+    requires genus. 'Tisn't every man that can come the scientifics in
+    that line, and has studied the nature of a pig, so as to beat him
+    at canoeuvering, and make him surrender 'cause he sees it ain't no
+    use of doing nothing. It wants larning to conwince them critters,
+    and it's only to be done by heading 'em up handsome, hopping which
+    ever way they hop, and tripping 'em up genteel by shaking hands
+    with their off hind leg. I'd scorn to pull their tails out by the
+    roots, or to hurt their feelin's by dragging 'em about by the
+    ears. But what's the use? If I was listed, they'd soon find out to
+    holler the hour and to ketch the thieves by steam; yes, and they'd
+    take 'em to court on a railroad, and try 'em with biling water.
+    They'll soon have black locomotives for watchmen and constables,
+    and big bilers for judges and mayors. Pigs will be ketched by
+    steam, and will be biled fit to eat before they are done
+    squealing. By and by, folks won't be of no use at all. There won't
+    be no people in the world but tea-kittles; no mouths, but
+    safety-valves; and no talking, but blowing off steam. If I had a
+    little biler inside of me, I'd turn omnibus, and week-days I'd run
+    from Kensington to the Navy Yard, and Sundays I'd run to
+    Fairmount.''
+
+There is a world of wisdom in the syllabus, or 'argument,' prefixed to
+each sketch; but for these we must refer the reader to the volume itself.
+The DOGBERRYS too are as wise as their 'illustrious predecessor,' and are
+quite as profuse of advice to 'the plaintiffs' who fall into their hands.
+Take a single specimen: 'Take keer--don't persume; I'm a 'fishal
+functionary out a-ketching of dogs. You mustn't cut up because it's night.
+The mayor and the 'squires has gone to bed; but the law is a thing that
+never gets asleep. After ten o'clock the law is a watchman and a
+dog-ketcher; we're the whole law till breakfast's a'most ready.' 'You're a
+clever enough kind of little feller, sonny; but you ain't been eddicated
+to the law as I have; so I'll give you a lecture. Justice vinks at vot it
+can't see, and lets them off vot it can't ketch. When you want to break
+it, you must dodge. You may do what you like in your own house, and the
+law don't know nothing about the matter. But never go thumping and bumping
+about the streets, when you are primed and snapped. That's intemperance,
+and the other is temperance. But now you come under the muzzle of the
+ordinance; you're a loafer.' One of these ''fishal functionaries'
+justifies extreme physical means in 'captivating obstropolous vagroms'
+both by reason and distinguished precedent: 'Wolloping is the only way;
+it's a panacea for differences of opinion. You'll find it in history
+books, that one nation teaches another what it didn't know before by
+wolloping it; that's the method of civilizing savages; the Romans put the
+whole world to rights that way; and what's right on the big figger must be
+right on the small scale. In short, there's nothing like wolloping for
+taking the conceit out of fellows who think they know more than their
+betters.' 'And so forth, et cetera,' as may be ascertained on a perusal of
+the volume.
+
+
+LIFE AND TIMES OF THE LATE WILLIAM ABBOTT: THIRD NOTICE.--This most
+entertaining manuscript-volume, from which we have already drawn so
+largely for the entertainment of our readers, has not been published in
+America, as it was designed to have been, owing partly as we learn to the
+fact that, through 'something like unfair dealing' toward the widow of the
+writer, a copy of half the volume had been transmitted to England, parts
+of which have already reached this country in the pages of a London
+magazine. We had the pleasure to anticipate by a month or two the best
+portions even of these printed chapters; and we proceed to select passages
+from other divisions of this interesting auto-biography, which were
+written out after a duplicate copy of the earlier chapters had been
+transmitted to the London publisher. Mr. ABBOTT (aside from the society to
+which he had the entrée on account of his professional merits,) was a
+personal favorite with many of the most eminent personages among the
+English nobility, with whom he was on terms of close intimacy; but we
+never find him illustrating his own importance by the narration of the
+social anecdotes or careless table-talk of his distinguished friends, as
+too many of his contemporaries have done. He was honored with the cordial
+friendship of the EARLS GLENGALL and FITZHARDING; and 'at their tables,'
+he writes, 'I was a frequent guest, where I constantly met with society
+embracing the highest rank and most distinguished talent in England. I
+refrain, from obvious reasons, from mentioning names; but I may say that
+if there was ever a class of persons who confer honor upon the society in
+which they mingle, it is _the Aristocracy of Great-Britain_. There is a
+delicacy and forbearance in their manner, and that air of perfect equality
+which is so indicative of the accomplished gentleman and scholar. COLMAN
+was a very frequent guest at these dinners, and was, with the exception
+perhaps of LORD ALVANLEY, one of the most brilliant diners-out in London.'
+This testimony, let us remark in passing, in favor of the ease and
+simplicity of the really high-born gentlemen of England, is confirmed by
+all Americans who have been well received in English society. The reader
+will especially remember the tribute paid on this point by Mr.  SANDERSON,
+the accomplished 'American in Paris,' in his 'Familiar Letters from
+London,' in these pages. But we are standing before Mr. ABBOTT. In
+Edinburgh 'there lies the scene:'
+
+    'I AGAIN visited Edinburgh at the close of the Covent-Garden
+    season, and received the same undiminished hospitality as on a
+    former occasion. I established an intimacy with the BALLANTINES of
+    celebrated SCOTT memory. MATTHEWS was indebted to JOHN BALLANTINE
+    for his famous old Scotch woman, and he certainly rivalled his
+    preceptor in the quaint and dry humor with which he narrated that
+    most amusing story. The management of the Edinburgh Theatre rested
+    in the hands of Mr. MURRAY. He was the only son of the MURRAY
+    formerly of Covent-Garden Theatre, who was one of the most chaste
+    and impressive actors I ever saw. His Adam, in 'As you Like it,'
+    was really the perfection of the art. Mrs. HENRY SIDDONS, in whom
+    the property was vested at the death of her husband, was,
+    fortunately for me, residing with her charming family in
+    Edinburgh, and I was a constant guest at her table. Her manners
+    were fascinating in the extreme, and a greater compliment could
+    not well be paid than in having the entrée to a family so
+    intellectual in their resources, and so perfectly amiable in
+    disposition. A very amusing and agreeable club was got up by a
+    party of young advocates. Delightful it was, from its very
+    absurdity; in fact the nonsense of men of sense is an admirable
+    couch to repose upon. Our numbers were limited, and embraced some
+    of that powerful intellect which the modern Athens possesses in so
+    eminent degree. Mr. MILES ANGUS FLETCHER, Mr. ANDERSON, Sir
+    WILLIAM HAMILTON, and a son of the late and brother of the present
+    Lord MEADOWBANK, were among those I knew intimately, and whose
+    varied talents gave life and soul to the society. We scorned the
+    artificial light that illumined our midnight orgies, and seldom
+    separated before the beams of the sun were dancing in our festive
+    cups.'
+
+The following account of the first _Theatrical Fund Dinner_, an
+entertainment of which we hear so much latterly in England, with the
+defence of actors against the charges of extravagance and improvidence so
+often brought against them, will possess interest for American readers:
+
+    'THE Covent-Garden Theatrical Fund about this period was
+    languishing for want of support; and the great importance to be
+    derived from an increase of its means seriously occupied the
+    attention of the committee. We naturally looked upon it as
+    affording an opportunity of increasing the respectability of the
+    profession, and the means of preventing those individual appeals
+    to the public from our impoverished brethren. There is a popular
+    delusion that actors form a class in which the most reckless
+    profusion is displayed; that the habits of their lives are
+    necessarily dissipated, and that in the enjoyments of the luxuries
+    of to-day, the wants and cares of to-morrow are entirely lost
+    sight of. I do not believe in these sweeping assertions. I will
+    not pretend to say that actors are exempt from the frailties of
+    humanity; nay, I will admit that their course of life perhaps
+    exposes them to greater temptations; but this fact ought rather to
+    operate in their favor, than to tell so powerfully against them. I
+    would ask those persons who are so inimical to the profession of
+    an actor, whether longevity is the result of dissipation; and if
+    they will take the trouble of examining, they will find that
+    actors in general are extremely long-lived. There is a want of
+    thriftiness in their composition, I grant; and fortunately for
+    them the same charge is brought against the poet; the man whose
+    high intellectual powers prevent his descending to the level of
+    this work-day world. But will any one take the trouble of
+    explaining from whence the actor is to derive his wealth? We will
+    imagine that his salary is respectable, that it is regularly paid,
+    and that there is no excuse for his being in debt. And now take
+    into consideration that he has an appearance to maintain; that he
+    has a family to support; and then what becomes of the opportunity
+    of laying by a modicum even, to guard against the decline of life
+    when the 'winter daisies' shall crown his head, and a new race of
+    performers have started up and driven the others from their posts?
+    We have some rare instances of very large fortunes being made and
+    retained by members of the profession it is true, but they were
+    instances of dazzling genius, or had the world's belief that they
+    possessed it. I will take names within the memory of us all: Mrs.
+    SIDDONS, Mr. KEMBLE, Miss O'NEIL, the 'Young Roscius,' and the
+    late Mr. LEWIS; and I will add to that list men of accomplished
+    talents and great honor to the profession; YOUNG, BANNISTER,
+    MUNDEN, BRAHAM, WROUGHTON, LISTON, HARLEY, JOHNSTONE, POWER,
+    JONES; and I am sure the reader will believe me when I state, that
+    I heartily wish I could place my own name in the list. Take the
+    members of any other profession, however honorable, limit their
+    numbers and means to the same proportion, and I ask if you would
+    be enabled to produce a greater list of independent persons. The
+    great advantages to be derived from a Theatrical Fund are here I
+    trust made apparent; and after many suggestions, I believe it fell
+    to the lot of CHARLES TAYLOR to propose an annual public dinner;
+    and it proved a most fortunate idea. The first great point to be
+    obtained was a patron, and then a president for the dinner. Our
+    application met with immediate success, and His Royal Highness the
+    PRINCE REGENT condescendingly gave his name at the head of our
+    undertaking, accompanied by a solid mark of his favor in the
+    donation of one hundred pounds. We then had the gracious consent
+    of the DUKE OF YORK to be our President, aided by his Royal
+    brothers KENT and SUSSEX. The list of vice-presidents embraced
+    many of the most distinguished noblemen and gentlemen in the
+    country. In what an amiable point of view do the Royal Princes
+    place themselves before the public in so thoroughly identifying
+    themselves with the many interesting charities to which London
+    gives birth! The grateful spirit of joyousness which they
+    invariably displayed on these occasions, gave an interest to the
+    festive scenes, and confirmed many a heart in its loyalty to their
+    illustrious house. The late DUKE OF GORDON sat on the right hand
+    of the Royal President, and favored the company with a song, which
+    greatly surprised them, and elicited a general encore, and with
+    which, with great good humor, he immediately complied. MATTHEWS
+    always held a conspicuous position at these dinners, and made a
+    point of giving an original song, selected from his forth-coming
+    entertainment. The amount collected at our first dinner was
+    extraordinary; no less a sum than one thousand eight hundred and
+    seventy pounds. The Drury-Lane Fund in the following year adapted
+    our plan of the dinner, and both these institutions now annually
+    derive a very large sum from the volunteer subscriptions of the
+    Friends of the Drama. The same Royal patronage is most graciously
+    continued by her present Majesty, and Royalty continues to preside
+    at the festival. With this accumulation of patronage the actor may
+    fearlessly look forward to the close of his mortal career without
+    the dread of eleemosynary contributions, and also feel the proud
+    gratification that he has personally contributed to support so
+    interesting a Fund.'
+
+As a specimen of Mr. ABBOTT'S stock-breaking and gambling experiences, we
+quote the subjoined passages:
+
+    'A friend of mine connected with the Stock Exchange on one
+    occasion pointed out to me the great advantage of occasionally
+    purchasing five thousand consuls on time, knowing that I had
+    capital unemployed; the certain profits were placed before me in
+    such an agreeable point of view, that I could not resist the bait.
+    In the course of two days I received a check for fifty pounds, a
+    sum by no means unpleasant, considering that I had not advanced
+    one farthing. The natural consequence was that I repeated the dose
+    with various success until I was ultimately well plucked. I
+    sustained a loss of one thousand pounds. I then began to be very
+    uneasy, until I fortunately discovered that by one _coup_ I had
+    made two hundred pounds. My broker had waddled of course, without
+    being able to make up his differences. The parties of whom I had
+    purchased, through my agent, refused to pay me, as they had no
+    knowledge of a third person, and were themselves considerable
+    sufferers by the aforesaid broker. I could not understand the
+    justice of this measure, for I had always paid my losses to the
+    moment; so I walked to Temple-Bar, pulled off my hat most
+    gracefully to that venerable arch, and vowed never again to pass
+    it in the pursuit of ill-gotten wealth. I had always a perfect
+    horror of _gambling_, and little imagined I was pursuing it in a
+    wholesale manner. To satisfy my inordinate curiosity, for
+    sight-seeing, I have twice or thrice in my life passed the
+    threshhold of a gambling-house in London, but never felt the least
+    personal desire to embark the smallest sum, although keenly alive
+    to the dangerous excitement in others. On one of these occasions
+    it fell to my lot to witness a most affecting and trying scene.
+    The names of the parties came to my knowledge afterward, which
+    from delicacy I of course suppress. A gentleman had for some years
+    been separated from his wife, in consequence of infidelity on her
+    part with a man of high fashion, an officer of the Guards. An
+    action and divorce ensued; but two children whom he had previous
+    to this unfortunate event, he refused to acknowledge, thus
+    endeavoring to put the stain of illegitimacy upon them. Years
+    rolled on, and the father and son never met. Rouge-et-Noir was the
+    fashionable game of the day, and Pall-Mall and St. James-street
+    swarmed with gambling-houses. Two gentlemen were quarrelling upon
+    a point, each accusing the other of taking the stake. The younger
+    man was the officer on guard that day, and consequently in
+    uniform. High words ensued; cards were exchanged; and in one
+    moment, from the most ungovernable rage, they became motionless as
+    statues. The silence was at length interrupted by an explanation
+    of 'By Heaven! my son!' This remark was made from the impulse of
+    the moment, and probably struck a chord in the parent's heart that
+    let loose all his affections. They retired to another apartment;
+    explanations ensued; and a reconciliation was the result.'
+
+Elsewhere Mr. ABBOTT describes the gambling-houses of Paris, 'those dens
+of iniquity,' as he terms them. 'The varied scenes of frantic joy and
+human debasement,' he writes, 'which I witnessed at FRASCATI'S, were truly
+appalling. The extremes of excitement were as powerfully exhibited in the
+loser of twenty francs as in the man who had lost his twenty thousand.'
+The annexed sketch of the lamented career of poor CONWAY, who will be
+'freshly remembered' by many of our readers in the Atlantic cities, is
+authentic in every particular. It is not without its lesson, in more
+regards than one:
+
+    'I find I have neglected to mention an actor, who stood
+    sufficiently forward, both by his position and his misfortunes, to
+    be entitled to a respectful notice; I mean Mr. CONWAY. He was said
+    to be the illegitimate offspring of a distinguished nobleman; but
+    whether his own pride prevented his making advances, and he was
+    resolved to lay the foundation of his own fame and fortune, or
+    whether he met with a check upon his natural feelings from one who
+    was bound to support him, I know not; but, gifted as he was with a
+    commanding person, a most gentlemanlike deportment, and advantages
+    peculiarly adapted for the stage, it is no wonder that the
+    histrionic art held forth inducements and hopes of obtaining a
+    brighter position than any other career open to him, without the
+    aid of pecuniary means, and the patronage which was withheld from
+    him. He made his appearance in 1813, the season previous to KEAN,
+    in the character of 'Alexander the Great.' He met with a very
+    flattering reception, and produced a great effect upon the fair
+    sex. Indeed, the actors, who are upon these occasions lynx-eyed,
+    could not avoid their remarks upon a certain Duchess, who never
+    missed one of his performances, and appeared to take the deepest
+    interest in his success. CONWAY was upward of six feet in height.
+    He was deficient in strong intellectual expression, yet he had the
+    reputation of being very handsome. His head was too small for his
+    frame, and his complexion too light and sanguine for the profound
+    and varied emotions of deep tragedy. There was a tinge of
+    affectation in his deportment, which had the effect of creating
+    among many a strong feeling of prejudice against him. His bearing
+    was always gentlemanly, and with the exception of a slight
+    superciliousness of manner, amiable to every body; and his talent,
+    though not of the highest order, was still sufficiently prominent
+    to enable him to maintain a distinguished position. And yet this
+    man, with so little to justify spleen, was literally, from an
+    unaccountable prejudice, driven from the stage by one of the
+    leading weekly journals, edited by a gentleman whose biting satire
+    was death to those who had the misfortune to come under his lash.
+    In complete disgust, he retired from the boards, and filled the
+    humble situation of prompter at the Haymarket-Theatre, but
+    afterward left for the United States, where he became a great
+    favorite. But the canker was at his heart. He again quitted the
+    stage, and prepared himself for the Church; but there again he was
+    foiled. The ministers of our holy religion refused to receive him,
+    not from any moral stain upon his character, but because he had
+    been an actor! What is to become of the priesthood, who in the
+    early periods were the only actors, and selected scriptural
+    subjects for representation? He left in a packet for Savannah,
+    overwhelmed with misery and disappointment. 'Ushered into the
+    world by a parent who would not acknowledge him; driven out of it
+    in the belief that he was the proscribed of Heaven!' At the moment
+    they were passing the bar at Charleston, he threw himself
+    overboard. Efforts were made to save him; a settee was thrown over
+    for him to cling to until they could adopt more decisive measures
+    for his rescue. He saw the object; but his resolution was taken.
+    He waved his hand, and sunk to rise no more. I have reason to
+    believe, that the gentleman to whom I have alluded as having made
+    such fearful use of his editorial powers, felt deep remorse when
+    the news of his ill-timed death arrived. He also is now no more!
+    Poor CONWAY! Had he possessed more nerve, he might still have
+    triumphed over the unkindness of his fate:
+
+      'Who has not known ill fortune, never knew
+      Himself or his own virtue.'
+
+In the same chapter we find a bit of artistical grouping in a historical
+picture, which the reader will agree with us is well worthy of
+preservation:
+
+    'The world never witnessed such powerful scenes of exciting
+    interest as took possession of Great Britain about this period.
+    The people were drunk with enthusiasm. One victory followed so
+    rapidly on the heels of another, that they had not time to sober
+    down. The peninsular campaign had closed, and the hitherto sacred
+    soil of France was invaded. The restoration of legitimacy, and the
+    momentary enthusiasm of the French in favor of their exiled
+    monarch, disturbed the intellects of half mankind. The magnificent
+    entrée of LOUIS the Eighteenth into London from Heartwell Park,
+    where he had resided for some years, almost conveyed the idea that
+    it was his own capital he was entering, after his long and weary
+    exile. The silken banner with the _fleur de lis_ flaunting from
+    the walls of Devonshire-House and all the neighboring mansions in
+    Piccadilly; immense cavalcades of gentlemen superbly mounted, all
+    wearing the white cockade; the affectionate sympathy and profound
+    respect shown by all classes toward the illustrious representative
+    of the Bourbons, was touching in the extreme. On his route from
+    Heartwell, and through Stanmore, troops of yeomanry turned out to
+    give him an honorable escort; and what could be _more_ honorable
+    than the voluntary attendance of the farmers who represented the
+    very bone and sinew of the country? The large portly figure of the
+    KING perfectly disabused JOHN BULL of the long-cherished idea that
+    Frenchmen lived entirely upon frogs. Even that particular fact
+    interested them, and repeated huzzas greeted him throughout the
+    whole of his route to London. On his arrival at Guillon's Hotel in
+    Albermarle-street, which had been most splendidly prepared for his
+    reception, His Royal Highness the PRINCE REGENT received him with
+    that delicate attention so worthy of his high and gallant bearing;
+    and there LOUIS must have met with one of the most touching scenes
+    that ever thrilled the human heart. One hundred and fifty of the
+    ancient noblesse were waiting, after years of hopeless
+    expectation, to greet the head of that illustrious house, the
+    recollection of whose sufferings awakened the most painful
+    feelings. Not one of them but had shared in the horrors of that
+    bloody revolution; and not one of them but truly felt that the
+    happiness of that moment repaid them for all their sufferings.'
+
+A rich specimen of the pompous ignorance sometimes exhibited by theatrical
+managers is afforded in the following anecdote, which has appeared in
+England, but which we are sure will be relished by our readers. It may
+seem extraordinary that a manager should be such an ignoramus; but 'half
+the actors on the English stage,' says a recent writer, 'dare not address
+a gentleman a note, lest they should 'show their hands:''
+
+    'WHEN I first became a member of Covent-Garden, Mr. FAWCETT held
+    the reins of management, in consequence of the retirement of Mr.
+    KEMBLE from that position. He had experience to guide him, but he
+    unfortunately possessed a dictatorial manner, and a want of that
+    refinement and education which had so distinguished his great
+    predecessor. In speaking of his public position, however, let me
+    pay homage to his private virtues. He was a tender husband, an
+    affectionate father, and a warm friend. During my first season a
+    play was produced called the '_Students of Salamanca_.' The author
+    was Mr. JAMIESON, a member of the bar, who had been particularly
+    successful in several light pieces produced at the Haymarket. Mr.
+    JONES and myself were 'The Students,' and it occurred to me in my
+    character to say, 'My danger was imminent.' These words had
+    scarcely passed my lips, when a dark and lowering look dimmed the
+    countenance of the manager. I saw that something was wrong, but
+    was quite at a loss to guess the cause. At the end of the scene,
+    unwilling to mortify me in the presence of the company, he
+    beckoned me aside, and said: 'Young man, do you know what you
+    said?' I changed color, feeling that something fearful had
+    occurred. I replied, very much agitated, that I was not aware of
+    any error. 'I thought so! Do you know where you are? You are in
+    _London_, not in Bath!' The fact was so self-evident that I did
+    not attempt to disprove it. 'You will be delivered up to scorn and
+    contempt; the critics will immolate you; the eyes of this great
+    metropolis are fixed upon you. I thought you were a well-educated
+    young man, but I have been deceived--grossly deceived!' The effect
+    of this tirade may be more easily conceived than described. My
+    face flushed, my heart beat, and I at length mustered courage to
+    say, 'For heaven's sake, Sir, pray tell me; I am extremely
+    sorry--deeply regret--but pray tell me!' The kindness of his
+    disposition got the better of his pedantry, and seeing the
+    agitation under which I was really suffering, he replied: 'Do you
+    remember that you said your danger was _imminent_'? Now, Sir,
+    there is no such word in the English language: it is _eminent!!_'
+    Need I mention the unbounded relief this explanation gave me? I
+    quietly suggested the difference of their significations, and was
+    never after troubled with any corrections. He was a man of
+    sterling qualities, somewhat like a melon, as his friend COLMAN
+    said; 'rough without, smooth within.''
+
+In the way of a hoax, we remember nothing more cleverly performed, than
+the rather cruel one whose execution is pleasantly recorded below:
+
+    'THERE was a lady attached to the Worthing Theatre, (mark me,
+    reader, I did not say attached to _me_,) who was very eccentric,
+    and who was, 'small blame to her,' as the Irishman says, also very
+    susceptible. I was on very intimate terms with Mr. HARLEY, who was
+    then at Worthing; and one day, while quietly dining together, we
+    mutually agreed that there was a fickleness about this lady which
+    deserved some reproof. We were really liberal in our feelings, and
+    would not have objected to her shooting an extra dart
+    occasionally; but it was not to be borne that she should let fly a
+    whole quiver at once. We had observed that by way of having two or
+    more strings to her bow, she had got up a flirtation with the
+    leader of the band, a most respectable man by the way, and of
+    considerable talent. After giving the affair all due
+    consideration, we decided upon a mock-duel, in which I was to
+    personate one of the heroes, my rival being the aforesaid leader.
+    We carefully and ostentatiously avoided all appearance of
+    communication, and in such a way that it always reached her
+    knowledge. Thus by gentle innuendoes she discovered that something
+    serious was in contemplation, and of course she was not a little
+    flattered, as she was the object of dispute. Our duelling-pistols
+    were one day ostentatiously paraded, and evident anxiety took
+    possession of the company, who were carefully excluded from the
+    secret. The following morning at five o'clock we each left our
+    lodgings, accompanied by our seconds, the rain pouring in
+    torrents. HARLEY then went to the lodgings of the frail or rather
+    fair one, knocked at the door most violently, and at length she
+    appeared at the window, in evident alarm. He urged her if she had
+    the feelings of a woman immediately to accompany him, and prevent
+    murder; briefly stating, that her 'beauties were the cause and
+    most accursed effect.' In a state of real excitement, mixed up
+    with woman's vanity, she rushed out of the house, and accompanied
+    that wag of wags. A white beaver hat, sweet emblem of her purity,
+    was on her head, and partially concealed her disordered ringlets,
+    hastily gathered together. We arranged with HARLEY always to keep
+    ourselves a certain distance in advance on the pathway bordering
+    the sands. The first thing that occurred was a sudden gust of wind
+    which swept the white beaver a considerable distance and covered
+    it with mud; her flowing locks then fell upon her alabaster neck,
+    and her romantic appearance was perfect. We most cruelly led her
+    on a distance of at least two miles, and took our station near
+    some lime-kilns, close to the sea. When she was sufficiently near,
+    one of the seconds stepped forward and gave the signal by dropping
+    a blood-stained handkerchief, prepared for the occasion. Bang!
+    bang! went the pistols; when she gracefully sank into the arms of
+    HARLEY, who held her in a fine melo-dramatic attitude. The report
+    was soon over all the town, and of course in the newspapers. My
+    adversary put his arm in a sling, and whenever I happened to be
+    near her, in a perfect state of despair I vowed that I could never
+    forgive myself for having shot my friend. We mutually repulsed her
+    by severe looks whenever she approached us; and she soon left the
+    Worthing Theatre to seek for victims of less sensibility in other
+    places.'
+
+We once more take our leave of Mr. ABBOTT'S agreeable manuscript volume;
+by no means certain, however, that its entertaining pages may not again
+tempt us to share with our readers the enjoyment they have afforded us.
+
+
+GOSSIP WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.--Will the author of '_Public
+Concert-Singing_' favor us with his address? We are desirous of
+communicating with him, although he does _not_ 'find his hastily-jotted
+thoughts in the pages of the KNICKERBOCKER,' for reasons which perhaps he
+can partly divine from the present number, and which we could impart more
+directly in a private note. We agree with him entirely in his views; and
+if he will permit us, we will here quote a passage from an article which
+we penned upon a subject collateral to his general theme, many years ago,
+before we were hampered with the professional '_we_,' and could write out
+of our 'company dress.' It is a little sketch of the first public singing,
+save that of the church, to which we had ever listened: 'How well do I
+remember it! It was at the theatre of a country village; a rough,
+barn-like edifice, at which several Stentor-lunged Thespians 'from the
+New-York and Philadelphia Theatres' split the ears of the groundlings, and
+murdered SHAKSPEARE'S heroes and the King's English. I had been watching
+with boyish curiosity the play which had just concluded: the mottled,
+patched, yellowish-green curtain had descended upon the personages whose
+sorrows were my own; and I was gazing vacantly at the long row of tallow
+candles placed in holes bored for the purpose in the stage, and at the two
+fiddlers who composed 'the orchestra,' and who were reconnoitering the
+house. Presently a small bell was rung, with a jerk. There was a flourish
+or two from 'the orchestra;' another tinkle of the bell; and up rose the
+faded drapery. An interval of a moment succeeded, during which half of a
+large mountain was removed from the scenery, and a piece of forest shoved
+up to the ambitious wood that had been aspiring to overtop the Alps. At
+length a young lady, whom I had just seen butchered in a most horrid
+manner by a villain, came from the side of the stage with a smile, which,
+while it displayed her white teeth, wrought the rouge upon her face into
+very perceptible corrugations, and made a lowly courtesy. She walked with
+measured step three or four times across the stage, in the full blaze of
+the flaring candles, smiling again, and hemming, to clear her voice.
+Presently a perfect stillness prevailed; 'awed Consumption checked his
+chided cough;' every urchin suspended his cat-call; and 'the boldest held
+his breath for a time.' Our vocalist looked at the leader of the orchestra
+and his fellow-fiddlers, and commenced, in harmony with their instruments.
+How touching was that song! I shall never have my soul so enrapt again.
+That _freshness_ of young admiration possessed my spirit which can come
+but once. The air was '_The Braes of Balquither_,' a charming melody,
+meetly wedded to the noble lines of TANNEHILL; and enthusiasm was at its
+height when the singer had concluded the following stanza, almost sublime
+in its picturesque beauty:
+
+  'When the rude wintry wind wildly raves round our dwelling,
+  And the roar of the lion on the night-breeze is swelling,
+  Then so merrily we'll sing, while the storm rattles o'er us,
+  Till the dear shealing ring with the light-lilting chorus!'
+
+The air was old as the hills, but like all Scottish melodies, as lasting
+too. To every body the songs of Scotland are grateful; and the universal
+attachment to them arises from their beautiful simplicity, deep pathos,
+and unaffected, untrammelled melody. The romantic sway of the songs of
+Scotland over her sons when 'far awa' is to me no marvel. If they possess
+the power to thrill or to subdue the hearts of those who have never
+stepped upon the soil of that glorious country, is it at all surprising
+that they should exert a powerful influence over the native-born, who
+associate those airs with the purple heath, the blue loch, the hazy
+mountain-top, and the valley sleeping below?
+
+  'What sweet tears dim the eyes unshed,
+    What wild vows falter on the tongue,
+  When 'Scots wha ha' wi' WALLACE bled,'
+    Or 'Auld Lang Syne' is sung!'
+
+The association however is touching, not _alone_ because it awakens old
+recollections, but because the music is _natural_; it is the language of
+the heart. Affectation has not interpopolated tortuous windings and trills
+and shakes, to mar its beauty, and to clip the full melodious notes of
+their fair proportions. It is pleasant to think that fashion, though never
+so potent, can neither divert nor lessen the popular attachment to the
+simpler melodies. We have the authority of the WOODS, WILSON, SINCLAIR,
+POWER, and other eminent artists for stating that 'Black-eyed Susan,'
+'John Anderson my Jo,' 'The Last Rose of Summer,' and kindred airs, could
+always 'bring down the house,' no matter what the antagonistical musical
+attraction might be. We could wish that the VENERABLE TAURUS, or 'OLD
+BULL,' as many persons call him, would take a hint from this. Let him try
+it once; and we venture to say that no one, however uninitiated, will
+again retire from his splendid performances as a country friend of ours
+did lately, assigning as a reason: 'I waited till about ha'-past nine; and
+_then_ he hadn't got done _tunin' his fiddle_!' A touch of 'music for the
+general heart' would have enchained him till morning. CHRISTOPHER NORTH,
+we perceive, in the last BLACKWOOD, fully enters into the spirit of our
+predilection. He has just returned from a concert of fashionable music,
+where he 'tried to faint, that he might be carried out, but didn't know
+how to do it,' and was compelled to sit with compressed lips, and listen
+to 'sounds from flat shrill signorinas, quavering to distraction,' for two
+long hours. When he gets _home_, however, he 'feeds fat his grudge'
+against modern musical affectations. Let us condense a few of his
+objurgations:
+
+    'It is a perfect puzzle to us by what process the standard of
+    music has become so lowered, as to make what is ordinarily served
+    up under that name be received as the legitimate descendant of
+    harmony. There is but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous,
+    and this entrancing art, it seems, has taken it; sorely
+    dislocating its graceful limbs, and injuring its goodly
+    proportions in the unseemly escapade. We hate your crashing,
+    clumsy chords, and utterly spit at and defy chromatic passages,
+    from one end of the instrument to the other, and back again;
+    flats, sharps, and most appropriate 'naturals,' spattered all over
+    the page. The essential spirit of discord seems to be let loose on
+    our modern music. Music to soothe! the idea is obsolete. There is
+    music to excite, much to irritate one, and much more to drive a
+    really musical soul stark mad; but none to soothe, save that which
+    is drawn from the hiding-places of the past. There is no repose,
+    no refreshment to the mind, in our popular compositions. There is
+    to us more of touching pathos, heart-thrilling expression, in some
+    of the old psalm-tunes, feelingly played, than in a whole batch of
+    modernisms. The strains go _home_, and the 'fountains of the great
+    deep are broken up;' the great deep of unfathomable feeling, that
+    lies far, far below the surface of the world-hardened heart; and
+    as the unwonted yet unchecked tear starts to the eye, the softened
+    spirit yields to their influence, and shakes off the moil of
+    earthly care; rising, purified and spiritualized, into a clearer
+    atmosphere.'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We often hear of odd things happening in consequence of mistakes in
+orthography, but seldom of any benefit accruing therefrom to the
+orthoöpist. But a friend mentioned to us a little circumstance the other
+day, which would seem to prove that it does a man good sometimes to spell
+somewhat at variance with old JOHNSON. In a village not far hence lived a
+man known by the name of BROKEN JONES. He had dissipated a large fortune
+in various law-suits; had become poor and crazy; and at last, like another
+PEEBLES, his sole occupation consisted in haunting the courts, lawyers'
+offices, and other scenes of his misfortunes. To judge and attorneys he
+was a most incorrigible bore; to the latter especially, from whom he was
+continually soliciting opinions on cases which had long been 'settled,'
+and carried to the law-ledgers, where they were only occasionally hunted
+up as precedents in the suit of perhaps some other destined victims. As
+JONES hadn't a cent of money left, it was of course impossible for him to
+obtain any more 'opinions;' but this didn't cure him of his law-mania. One
+morning he entered the office of lawyer D----, in a more excited state
+than he had exhibited for a long time, and seating himself _vis-a-vis_
+with _his_ victim, requested his 'opinion' on one of the 'foregone
+conclusions' already mentioned. D---- happening at the moment to be very
+busy, endeavored to get rid of his visiter, and contrived various
+expedients for that purpose. But JONES was not in a mood to be trifled
+with. 'I came, 'Squire,' said he, 'to get your opinion in writing on this
+case, and I will have it before I leave the room, if I sit here till the
+day of judgment!' The lawyer looked upon his visiter, while a thought of
+forcible ejectment passed through his brain; but the glaring eye and stout
+athletic frame which met his gaze, told him that such a course would be
+extremely hazardous. At length the dinner-bell rang. A bright thought
+struck him; and putting on his coat and hat, he took JONES gently by the
+arm: 'Come,' said he, 'go and dine with me.' 'No!' said the latter,
+fiercely; 'I'll never dine again until I get what I came for.' The lawyer
+was in a quandary, and at length, in very despair, he consented to forego
+his dinner and give his annoyer the desired opinion. 'Well, well, JONES,'
+said he, soothingly, 'you shall have it;' and gathering pens, ink and
+paper, he was soon seated at the table, while JONES, creeping on tiptoe
+across the room, stood peeping over his shoulder. The lawyer commenced:
+'My oppinion in the case----' 'Humph!' said the lunatic, suddenly seizing
+his hat, and turning on his heel, '_I wouldn't give a d--n for your
+opinion with two p's!_' · · · MANY of our public as well as private
+correspondents seem to have been not a little interested in the articles
+on _Mind and Instinct_, in late numbers of this Magazine. A valued friend
+writing from Maryland, observes: 'The collection of facts by your
+contributor is very industrious, their array quite skilful, and the
+argument very strong. I think, however, that if I had time I could pick
+several flaws in the reasoning, or rather erect a very good
+counter-argument, founded principally upon the fact that the intelligence
+of animals is generally as great in early youth as it is in the prime of
+their beasthood. The author might have added to his list of facts, an
+account which I read when a boy, of the practice of the baboons in
+Caffraria, near the orange-orchards. They arrange themselves in a row from
+their dens to the orange-trees. One then ascends the tree, plucks the
+oranges, and throws them to the next baboon, and he to the next, and so on
+throughout the whole file; they standing some fifty yards apart. In this
+manner they quickly strip a tree, and at the same time are safe from being
+all surprised at once. The early French missionaries in Canada, also
+asserted that the squirrels of that region, having denuded the country on
+one side of the big lake, of nuts, used to take pieces of birch bark, and
+hoisting their tails for canvass, float to the other side for their
+supply.' We have been struck with a passage in a powerful article upon
+'_The Hope that is within Us_,' in a late foreign periodical, wherein the
+fruitful theme of our correspondent is touched upon. 'If matter,' says the
+writer, 'be incapable of consciousness, as JOHNSON so powerfully argues in
+_Rasselas_, then the _animus_ of brutes must be an _anima_, and
+immaterial; for the dog and the elephant not merely exhibit
+'consciousness,' but a 'half-reasoning' power. And if it be true, as
+JOHNSON maintains, that immateriality of necessity produces immortality,
+then the poor Indian's conclusion is the most logical,
+
+  'Who thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
+  His faithful dog shall bear him company.'
+
+The truth is, that we must depend upon _revelation_ for an assurance of
+immortality; which promises, however, the resurrection of the body, as
+philosophy is unequal to its demonstration, and modern researches into
+animal life have rendered the proof more difficult than heretofore.' By
+the by, 'speaking of animals:' there is a letter from LEMUEL GULLIVER in
+the last number of BLACKWOOD, describing a meeting of 'delegates from the
+different classes of consumers of _oats_, held at the Nag's-Head inn at
+Horsham.' The business of the meeting was opened by a young RACER, who
+expressed his desire to promote the interests of the horse-community, and
+to promote any measure which might contribute to the increase of the
+consumption of oats, and improve the condition of his fellow quadrupeds.
+He considered the horse-interest greatly promoted by the practice of
+sowing wild oats, which he warmly commended. A HACKNEY-COACH HORSE
+declared himself in favor of the _sliding-scale_, which he understood to
+mean the wooden pavement. Things went much more smoothly wherever it was
+established. He contended for the abolition of nose-bags, which he
+designated as an intolerable nuisance; urged the prohibition of chaff with
+oats, as unfit for the use of able-bodied horses; and indeed evinced the
+truth of his professions, that he 'yielded to no horse in an anxious
+desire to promote the true interests of the horse-community.' An OLD
+ENGLISH HUNTER impressed upon the young delegates the good old adage of
+'Look before you leap,' and urged them to go for 'measures, not men.' A
+STAGE HORSE 'congratulated the community upon the abolition of
+bearing-reins, those grievous burdens upon the necks of all free-going
+horses; and he trusted the time would soon arrive when the blinkers would
+also be taken off, every corn-bin thrown open, and every horse his own
+leader.' Several other steeds, in the various ranks of horse-society,
+addressed the meeting. 'Resolutions, drawn by two DRAY-HORSES, embodying
+the supposed grievances of the community, were finally agreed upon, and a
+petition, under the hoof of the president, founded upon them, having been
+prepared and ordered to be presented to the House of Commons by the
+members for Horsham, the meeting separated, and the delegates returned to
+their respective stables.' · · · WHAT habitual theatre or opera-goer has
+not been tempted a thousand times to laugh outright, and quite in the
+wrong place, at the incongruities, the inconsistencies, the mental and
+physical _catachreses_ of the stage, which defy illusion and destroy all
+vraisemblance? A London sufferer in this kind has hit off some of the
+salient points of these absurdities in a few 'Recollections of the Opera:'
+
+  'I'VE known a god on clouds of gauze
+    With patience hear a people's prayer,
+  And bending to the pit's applause,
+    Wait while the priest repeats the air.
+
+  I've seen a black-wig'd Jove hurl down
+    A thunder-bolt along a wire,
+  To burn some distant canvass town,
+    Which--how vexatious!--won't catch fire.
+
+  I've known a tyrant doom a maid
+    (With trills and _roulades_ many a score)
+  To instant death! She, sore afraid,
+    Sings: and the audience cries 'Encore!'
+
+  I've seen two warriors in a rage
+    Draw glist'ning swords and, awful sight!
+  Meet face to face upon the stage
+    To sing a song, but not to fight!
+
+  I've heard a king exclaim 'To arms!'
+    Some twenty times, yet still remain;
+  I've known his army 'midst alarms,
+    Help by a bass their monarch's strain.
+
+  I've known a hero wounded sore,
+    With well-tuned voice his foes defy;
+  And warbling stoutly on the floor,
+    With the last flourish fall and die.
+
+  I've seen a mermaid dress'd in blue;
+    I've seen a cupid burn a wing;
+  I've known a Neptune lose a shoe;
+    I've heard a guilty spectre sing.
+
+  I've seen, spectators of a dance,
+    Two Brahmins, Mahomet, the Cid,
+  Four Pagan kings, four knights of France,
+    Jove and the Muses--scene Madrid!'
+
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+
+The leading paper in the present number will not escape the attention nor
+fail to win the admiration of the reader. The description of the _Ascent
+of Mount Ętna_ by our eminent artist, is forcible and graphic in the
+extreme. It will derive additional interest at this moment from the recent
+eruption of this renowned volcano, which still continued at the last
+advices, and by which already seventy persons had lost their lives. If our
+metropolitan readers would desire a _due_ impression of the magnificent
+scene which our correspondent has described, let them drop in at the rooms
+of the National Academy of Design, where they will find the Burning
+Mountain, as seen from Taormina, depicted in all its vastness and
+grandeur; and not only this, but the noble series of allegorical pictures,
+heretofore noticed at large in this Magazine, called '_The Voyage of
+Life_,' representing Childhood, Youth, Manhood, and Old Age; '_Angels
+ministering to Christ in the Wilderness_,' a picture that has an horizon,
+and an aėrial gradation toward the zenith, which alone, to say nothing of
+the figures, and the composition itself as a study, would richly repay a
+visit; '_The Past and the Present_,' two most effective scenes, especially
+the second, which is overflowing with the mingled graces of poetry and
+art; a glorious composition, '_An Italian Scene_,' of which we shall speak
+hereafter; as well as of the view of '_Ruined Aqueducts in the Campagna di
+Roma_,' fading into dimness toward the imperial city, and of '_The Notch
+in the White Mountains_' of New-Hampshire. _Apropos_: we perceive by a
+letter from an American at Rome, in one of the public journals, that
+THORWALDSEN, the great sculptor, was an enthusiastic admirer of Mr. COLE'S
+pictures, particularly of his 'Voyage of Life,' which he pronounced
+'original, and new in art.' 'He could talk of nothing else,' says the
+writer, 'for a long time; and every time he speaks of him, he adds: '_Ma
+che artista, che grand' artista, quel vostro compatriota! Che fantasia!
+quanto studio della natura!_' 'But what an artist, what a great artist, is
+this countryman of yours! What fancy, what study of nature!' · · · WE are
+aware of a pair of 'bonny blue een' swimming in light, that will 'come the
+married woman's eye' over a kind but most antiquarian husband, when the
+following is read, some two weeks from now, in their 'little parlor' in a
+town of the far west. It reaches us in the MS. of a Boston friend: 'Old
+Colonel W----, formerly a well-known character in one of our eastern
+cities, was remarkable for but one passion out of the ordinary range of
+humanity, and that was for buying at auction any little lot of trumpery
+which came under the head of 'miscellaneous,' for the reason that it
+couldn't be classified. Though close-fisted in general, he was continually
+throwing away his money by fives and tens upon such trash. In this way he
+had filled all the odd corners in his dwelling and out-houses with a
+collection of nondescript articles, that would have puzzled a philosopher
+to tell what they were made for, or to what use they could ever be put.
+This however, was but a secondary consideration with the Colonel; for he
+seldom troubled his head about such articles after they were once fairly
+housed. Not so with his wife however, who was continually remonstrating
+against these purchases, which served only to clutter up the house, and as
+food for the mirth of the domestics. But the Colonel, though he often
+submitted to these remonstrances of his better-half, couldn't resist his
+passion; and so he went on adding from week to week to his heap of
+miscellanies. One day while sauntering down the street, he heard the full,
+rich tones of his friend C----, the well-known auctioneer, and as a matter
+of course stepped in to see what was being sold. On the floor he observed
+a collection that looked as if it might have been purloined from the garret
+of some museum, and around which a motley group was assembled; while on the
+counter stood the portly auctioneer, in the very height of a mock-indignant
+remonstrance with his audience. 'Nine dollars and ninety cents!' cried the
+auctioneer. 'Gentlemen, it is a shame, it is barbarous, to stand by and
+permit such a sacrifice of property! Nine dol-_lars_ and ninety---- Good
+morning, Colonel! A magnificent lot of--of--_antiques_--and all going for
+nine dollars and ninety cents. Gentlemen, you'll never see another such
+lot; and all going--going--for nine dollars and ninety cents. Colonel
+W----, can _you_ permit such a sacrifice?' The Colonel glanced his eye over
+the lot, and then with a nod and a wink assured him he could not. The next
+instant the hammer came down, and the purchase was the Colonel's, at ten
+dollars. As the articles were to be paid for and removed immediately, the
+Colonel lost no time in getting a cart, and having seen every thing packed
+up and on their way to his house, he proceeded to his own store, chuckling
+within himself that _now_ at least he had made a bargain at which even his
+wife couldn't grumble. In due time he was seated at the dinner-table, when
+lifting his eyes, he observed a cloud upon his wife's brow. 'Well, my
+dear?' said he, inquiringly. 'Well?' repeated his wife; 'it is _not_ well,
+Mr. W.; I am vexed beyond endurance. You know C----, the auctioneer?'
+'Certainly,' replied the Colonel; 'and a very gentlemanly person he is
+_too_.' '_You_ may think so,' rejoined the wife, 'but I _don't_, and I'll
+tell you why. A few days ago I gathered together all the trumpery with
+which you have been cluttering up the house for the last twelve-month, and
+sent it to Mr. C----, with orders to sell the lot immediately to the
+highest bidder for cash. He assured me he would do so in all this week, at
+farthest, and pay over the proceeds to my order. And here I've been
+congratulating myself on two things: first, on having got rid of a most
+intolerable nuisance; and secondly, on receiving money enough therefor to
+purchase that new velvet hat you promised me so long ago. And now what do
+you think? This morning, about an hour ago, _the whole load came back
+again, without a word of explanation_!' The Colonel looked blank for a
+moment, and then proceeded to clear up the mystery. But the good VROUW was
+pacified only by the promise of a ten-dollar note beside that in the hands
+of the auctioneer; on condition, however, that she should never mention
+it.' Of course she kept her word! · · · HOW seldom it is that one
+encounters a good sonnet! Most sonnetteers of our day are like
+feeble-framed men walking in heavy armor; 'the massy weight on't galls
+their laden limbs.' We remember two or three charming sonnets of
+LONGFELLOW'S; PARK BENJAMIN has been unwontedly felicitous in some of his
+examples; and H. T. TUCKERMAN has excelled in the same poetical rōle. Here
+is a late specimen of his, from the 'Democratic Review,' which we regard
+as very beautiful:
+
+
+DESOLATION.
+
+  THINK ye the desolate must live apart,
+    By solemn vows to convent walls confined?
+  Ah! no; with men may dwell the cloistered heart,
+    And in a crowd the isolated mind:
+  Tearless behind the prison-bars of fate
+    The world sees not how sorrowful they stand,
+  Gazing so fondly through the iron grate
+    Upon the promised, yet forbidden land;
+  Patience, the shrine to which their bleeding feet,
+    Day after day, in voiceless penance turn;
+  Silence the holy cell and calm retreat
+    In which unseen their meek devotions burn;
+  Life is to them a vigil that none share,
+  Their hopes a sacrifice, their love a prayer.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'OUR Ancient,' the editor of the handsome 'Lady's and Gentleman's
+Magazine' hight '_The Columbian_,' (which is to run a brisk competition,
+as we learn, with the other 'pictorials,' GODEY'S, GRAHAM'S, and
+SNOWDEN'S,) should have enabled us to speak of it from an examination of
+_our own copy_, instead of being obliged to filch an idea of its merits
+from the counter of those most obliging gentlemen, Messrs. BURGESS AND
+STRINGER. The work is a gay one externally, and spirited internally;
+having several good articles from good writers, male and female. One of
+the best things in it, however, is the paper on '_Magazine Literature_,'
+by the Editor. How many writers, now well known both at home and abroad,
+who began and continue their literary career in the KNICKERBOCKER, can
+bear testimony to the truth of the following remarks:
+
+    'WE have said that this is the age of magazines; adverting not
+    merely to their number, but even more especially to their
+    excellence. They are the field, chiefly, in which literary
+    reputation is won. Who ever thinks of JOHN WILSON as the learned
+    professor, or as the author of bound volumes? Who does not, when
+    WILSON'S name is mentioned, instantly call to mind the splendid
+    article-writer, the CHRISTOPHER NORTH of Blackwood? CHARLES LAMB
+    was long known only as the ELIA of the New Monthly. Most of the
+    modern French celebrities; SUE, JANIN, and half a hundred others,
+    have made their fame in the _feuilletons_ of the Parisian
+    journals; a more decided graft, by the way, than is elsewhere
+    seen, of the magazine upon the newspaper. In our own country, how
+    many there are whose names are known from the St. Lawrence to the
+    Gulf of Mexico, that are as yet innocent of books, but have
+    nevertheless contributed largely and well to the growing stock of
+    American literature. How many more who are bringing themselves
+    into notice by their monthly efforts in the pages of some popular
+    magazine. In fact, the magazine is the true channel into which
+    talent should direct itself for the acquisition of literary fame.
+    The newspaper is too ephemeral; the book is not of sufficiently
+    rapid and frequent production. The monthly magazine just hits the
+    happy medium, enabling the writer to present himself twelve times
+    a year before a host of readers, in whose memories he is thus kept
+    fresh, yet allowing him space enough to develope his thought, and
+    time enough to do his talent justice in each article. Then, too,
+    on the score of emolument, justly recognised now as a very
+    essential matter, and legitimately entitled to grave
+    consideration, the magazine offers advantages not within the reach
+    of either book or newspaper. · · · BUT after all, the great point
+    is, that magazines are more read than any other kind of
+    publications. They just adapt themselves to the leisure of the
+    business man, and the taste of the idler; to the spare half hours
+    of the notable housewife and the languid inertia of the
+    fashionable lady. They can be dropped into a valise or a
+    carpet-bag as a welcome provision for the wants of a journey by
+    steam-boat or rail-road, when the country through which the
+    traveller passes offers nothing attractive to be seen, or the eyes
+    are weary of seeing; they while away delightfully the tedious
+    hours of a rainy day in summer, and afford the most pleasant
+    occupation through the long evenings of winter.'
+
+Touching the matter of payment for magazine articles: Mr. WILLIS informs
+us that many of the American magazines pay to their more eminent
+contributors nearly three times the amount for a printed page that is paid
+by English magazines to the best writers in Great-Britain; and he
+instances GODEY and GRAHAM as paying often twelve dollars a page to their
+principal contributors. This refers to _a few_ 'principal' writers only,
+as we have good reason to know, having been instrumental in sending
+several acceptable correspondents to those publications, who have received
+scarcely one-fourth of the sum mentioned. Mr. WILLIS adds, however, that
+many good writers write for nothing, and that 'the number of clever
+writers has increased so much that there are thousands who can get no
+article accepted.' All this is quite true. There is no magazine in America
+that has paid so large sums to distinguished native writers as the
+KNICKERBOCKER. Indeed, our _most_ distinguished American writer was never
+a contributor to any other of our Monthlys than this. The books of this
+Magazine show, that independent of the Editor's division of its profits as
+joint proprietor, or his salary as editor, (a matter which its publishers
+have always kept distinct from, and in all respects unconnected with, the
+payments to contributors,) annual sums have heretofore been paid for
+literary _matériel_ greater than the most liberal estimate we have seen of
+any annual literary payment by our widely-circulated contemporaries. To
+the first poet in America, (not to say in the world, at this moment,) we
+have repeatedly paid fifty dollars for a single poem, not exceeding, in
+any instance, two pages in length; and the cost of prose papers from
+sources of kindred eminence has in many numbers exceeded fifteen dollars a
+page. Again: we have in several instances paid twice as much for the MS.
+of a continuous novel in these pages as the writer could obtain of any
+metropolitan book-publisher; and after appearing in volumes, it has been
+found that the wide publicity given to the work by the KNICKERBOCKER has
+been of greatest service to its popularity, in more than one subsequent
+edition. We should add, however, that we have had no lack, at any period,
+of excellent articles for our work at moderate prices; while many of our
+more popular papers have been entirely gratuitous, unless indeed the
+writers consider the honorable reputation which they have established in
+these pages as _some_ reward for intellectual exertion. But 'something too
+much of this.' We close with a word touching the pictorial features of the
+'_Columbian_.' It has four 'plates' proper, with an engraving of the
+fashions; is neatly executed by Messrs. HOPKINS AND JENNINGS, and
+published by ISRAEL POST, Number Three, Astor-House. · · · SAINT
+VALENTINE'S DAY is just at hand; and a pleasant correspondent, in
+enclosing us the following lines, begs us to mention the fact, and to
+refer to the festivities of the day. We know of _one_ 'festivity' that
+will be a very _recherché_ and brilliant affair, on the evening of that
+day; namely, '_The Bachelors' Ball_,' to be given with unwonted splendor
+at the Astor-House, under the supervision of accomplished managers, whose
+taste and liberality have already been abundantly tested. 'Take it as a
+matter granted,' says our friend, 'that very many of your lady-readers
+will commit matrimony before the year is done; and tell them so plainly;
+for it will gratify their palpitating hearts; and even should it not be
+true in every individual case, the disappointed ones will never complain
+of you for the pleasing delusion; for it was their own fault, of course,
+not yours. It behooves you, moreover, as a conservator of the general
+weal, to give the young wives that are to be some goodly counsel; and to
+aid you in the laudable office of advice-giver, I send you some
+appropriate verses, which some fifteen years ago went the rounds of the
+press, and met with 'acceptance bounteous.' The moral of the stanzas, I
+take it, is unexceptionable, whatever may be said of their execution:'
+
+
+EPISTLE
+
+ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY JUST MARRIED.
+
+  On matrimony's fickle sea
+    I hear thou'rt ventured fairly;
+  Though young in years, it may not be
+    Thy bark is launched too early.
+  Each wish of mine to heaven is sent,
+    That on the stormy water
+  Thou'lt prove a wife obedient,
+    As thou hast been a daughter.
+
+  If every wish of mine were bliss,
+    If every hope were pleasure,
+  Thou wouldst with him find happiness,
+    And he in thee a treasure:
+  For every wish and hope of mine,
+    And every thought and feeling,
+  Is for the weal of thee and thine,
+    As true as my revealing.
+
+  To please thy husband in all things,
+    Forever be thou zealous;
+  And bear in mind that Love has wings,
+    Then never make him jealous:
+  For if Love from his perch once flies,
+    How weak are Beauty's jesses!
+  In vain might plead thy streaming eyes,
+    And thy dishevelled tresses.
+
+  Be prudent in thy thoughts of dress,
+    Be sparing of thy parties;
+  Where fashion riots in excess,
+    O! nothing there of heart is!
+  And can its palling sweets compare
+    With love of faithful bosom?
+  Then of the fatal tree beware,
+    There's poison in its blossom!
+
+  Each thought and wish in him confide,
+    No secret from him cherish;
+  Whenever thou hast aught to hide,
+    The better feelings perish.
+  In whatsoe'er ye do or say,
+    O never with him palter;
+  Remember too, thou saidst 'obey'
+    Before the holy altar.
+
+  Bear and forbear, for much thou'lt find
+    In married life to tease ye,
+  And should thy husband seem unkind,
+    Averse to smile, or please ye,
+  Think that amid the cares of life
+    His troubles fret and fear him;
+  Then smile as it becomes a wife,
+    And labor well to cheer him.
+
+  Aye answer him with loving word,
+    Be each tone kindly spoken,
+  For sometimes is the holy cord
+    By angry jarring broken.
+  Then curb thy temper in its rage,
+    And fretful be thou never;
+  For broken once, a fearful change
+    Frowns over both forever.
+
+  Upon thy neck light hang the chain,
+    For Hymen now hath bound ye,
+  O'er thee and thine may pleasure reign,
+    And smiling friends surround ye.
+  Then fare ye well, and may each time
+    The sun smiles, find ye wiser:
+  Pray kindly take the well-meant rhyme
+    Of thy sincere adviser.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Through the kindness of Messrs. MASON AND TUTTLE, Nassau-street, (who
+import the _originals_ for immediate circulation to American subscribers,)
+we have our copies of the foreign Monthlys, as well as of the 'Edinburgh,'
+'Foreign,' and 'Quarterly' Reviews for the current quarter. The
+'Quarterly, so savage and tartarly,' has a notice of the '_Change for
+American Notes_,' which is not conceived in the kindest spirit toward this
+country. It reviews PRESCOTT'S late work, however, at great length, and
+welcomes it with cordial commendation. Among other 'good words,' the
+reviewer observes: 'He is full and copious, without being prolix and
+wearisome; his narrative is flowing and spirited, sometimes very
+picturesque; his style is pure, sound English.' In conclusion, the
+reviewer says: 'We close with expressing our satisfaction that Mr.
+PRESCOTT has given us an opportunity at this time of showing our deep
+sympathy, the sympathy of kindred and of blood, with Americans who like
+himself do honor to our common literature. Mr. PRESCOTT may take his place
+among the real good English writers of history in modern times.' The
+'Foreign Quarterly' opens with a paper upon '_The Poets and Poetry of
+America_,' ostensibly based upon Mr. GRISWOLD'S book. It is not altogether
+a review, however, but a very coarse and evidently malignant tirade
+against America, her people, institutions, manners, customs, literature;
+every thing, in short, that she is and that she contains. We annex a hasty
+synopsis of the _critical_ portion of the article in question. HALLECK is
+'praised, and that highly too.' His 'Marco Bozzaris' is pronounced 'a
+master-piece,' and the 'most perfect specimen of versification in American
+literature;' and himself as possessing 'a complete knowledge of the
+musical mysteries of his art.' A quotation is made, with much laud, from
+his 'RED-JACKET,' but the lines are spoiled by two gross errors; one in
+the last line of the third, and the other in the first line of the fifth
+stanza. The highest encomiums are justly bestowed upon BRYANT, as a
+'purely American poet,' who 'treats the works of Nature with a religious
+solemnity, and brings to the contemplation of her grandest relations a
+pure and serious spirit. His poetry is reflective but not sad; grave in
+its depths but brightened in its flow by the sunshine of the imagination.
+He never paints on gauze; he is always earnest, always poetical; his
+manner is every where graceful and unaffected.' The illustrative quotation
+is from 'An Evening Reverie,' written by Mr. BRYANT for the KNICKERBOCKER.
+LONGFELLOW is pronounced to be 'unquestionably the first of American
+poets; the most thoughtful and chaste; the most elaborate and finished.
+His poems are distinguished by severe intellectual beauty, by dulcet
+sweetness of expression, a wise and hopeful spirit, and a complete command
+over every variety of rhythm. They are neither numerous nor long, but of
+that compact texture which will last for posterity.' SPRAGUE is
+represented as having in certain of his poems imitated SHAKSPEARE and
+COLLINS rather too closely for all three to be original. 'PIERPONT is
+crowded with coincidences which look very like _plagiarisms_;' 'but,' adds
+the reviewer, 'it is reserved for CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN to distance all
+plagiarists of ancient and modern times in the enormity and openness of
+his thefts. He is MOORE hocused for the American market. His songs are
+_rifaciamentos_. The turns of the melody, the flowing of the images, the
+scintillating conceits, are all MOORE. Sometimes he steals his very
+words.' Mrs. SIGOURNEY'S poetry is said to be characterized by 'feeble
+verbosity' and 'lady-like inanity,' and Mrs. OSGOOD is represented as
+being in the same category. After quoting certain characteristic lines of
+Mr. JOHN NEAL, describing the eye of a poet as '_brimful of water and
+light_,' and his forehead as being '_alarmingly bright_,' the reviewer
+adds: 'We find a pleasant relief from these distressing hallucinations, in
+the poems of ALFRED B. STREET. He is a descriptive poet, and at the head
+of his class. His pictures of American scenery are full of _gusto_ and
+freshness; sometimes too wild and diffuse, but always true and beautiful.'
+So some are praised and some are blamed--'thus runs the world away!' · · ·
+WE are made aware, and we would not have our correspondents ignorant of
+the fact, that there is a critical eye monthly upon our pages, that is
+keen to discover errors (as well as beauties) in language and construction
+of sentences. See: 'By the by, what a miserable language is our English in
+some respects; so awkward, so incompact! Look at the phrase 'unheard of,'
+and compare it with the Latin '_inauditus_.' What a pity we were not born
+Romans or Greeks, with Yankee notions! Tell your Gotham friends that if
+they are speaking of a ruinous _brick_ wall, they must say _dilaterated_,
+from 'later,' a brick, and not '_dilapidated_,' from 'lapis,' a stone. One
+might as well say a man is 'stoned' to death with brick-bats.' · · · WHAT
+sad and startling contrasts are presented to the eye and mind of one who
+attentively looks over the illustrated newspapers of the British
+metropolis! On one hand, pictures of triumphal processions, arches,
+bonfires, illuminations, rich presents, gorgeous equipages, state-beds,
+'royal poultry-houses, owleries, and pigeonries,' accompanied by elaborate
+descriptions, arrest the attention; on the other, there is a picture of a
+city 'Asylum for the Destitute,' where poor naked wretches find a
+temporary refuge from the pitiless winter storm without: huddling round a
+dim fire, or sunk exhausted upon the straw in the human 'stalls,' or
+clutching at their bowls of pauper-soup; a scene whose true character is
+enforced by accounts of poor women making shirts for _a farthing apiece_,
+a hard day's work; sleeping four in a bed; purchasing with the scanty
+pittance tea-leaves to boil over again! Hardly-entreated brothers and
+sisters of humanity! not always shall the glaring inequality that
+surrounds you, crush your spirits to the earth! · · · THERE is a pleasant
+pen in our metropolitan '_Aurora_,' which occasionally dashes off
+sententious paragraphs that flash and sparkle like snow-crust in a
+moon-lit night in winter. There is evidently a FOSTER-ing hand over its
+columns; and _through_ them (let us add, as it is _that_ of which we
+especially wish to speak,) over the reputation of Mr. WILLIS. The remarks
+in a late number of that journal, under the head of '_Mr. Willis's
+Defence_' against a scurrilous attack on his private character in a
+down-eastern print, were equally just and felicitous. Had it been
+generally known in his native town who was the instigator of that attack,
+we have good authority for saying that, gross as it was, Mr. WILLIS would
+have considered it utterly beneath his notice. As it was, however, he
+deemed it not amiss at one and the same time to punish skulking envy and
+impotent malignity; to vindicate his reputation with his townsmen against
+unprovoked calumny; and to render the repetition of any obnoxious remarks
+from the same source altogether 'of none effect' and unworthy of heed.
+This he accomplished by his 'Defence' and the 'terrors of the law,' which
+speedily produced a satisfactory sample of wholesale word-eating. · · · OF
+all the Polichinellos we have ever encountered, we consider '_Punch, or
+the London Charivari_,' the best. His fun is exhaustless. He ought to be
+knighted and appointed court-jester to King ENNUI. 'Laughter,' he tells
+us, 'is a divine faculty. It is one of the few, nay, the only one
+redeeming grace in that thunder-cased, profligate old scoundrel JUPITER,
+that he sometimes laughs: he is saved from the disgust of all respectable
+people by the amenity of a broad grin.' We ourselves hold with the
+pleasant LINCOLN RAMBLE: 'I love a hearty laugh; I love to _hear_ a hearty
+laugh above all other sounds. It is the music of the heart; the thrills of
+those chords which vibrate from no bad touch; the language Heaven has
+given us to carry on the exchange of sincere and disinterested
+sympathies.' And to the end that 'laughter free and silvery from the heart
+may escape the reader, doing rightful honor to PUNCH, and bestowing
+cheerfulness and health upon the laughter,' we proceed to present a few
+excerpta which arrested our attention in looking over late files. We
+suspect that the annexed report of the 'doings of Royalty' in the country
+have more than once had a precedent. PRINCE ALBERT is here at
+Dayton-Manor, the seat of Sir ROBERT PEEL: 'Her Majesty slept extremely
+well; but whether it was the air of Dayton, or the conversation of the
+host, did not transpire. At eleven o'clock in the morning, Prince Albert
+went out to shoot. The guns were ordered at ten and the game was desired
+to be in attendance at half-past. The Prince first went in a boat on the
+water, where several ducks were appointed to be in waiting. Having granted
+an audience to the whole of them, and unintentionally honored two by
+shooting them, though it was another duck who had the distinguished
+gratification of being aimed at and missed, his Royal Highness landed. A
+numerous meeting of hares and pheasants having been called to pay their
+respects to the Prince, the game-keepers forming an outer circle, with
+their guns pointed to keep the game well up to the mark, His Royal
+Highness shot sixty pheasants, twenty-five head of hares, eight rabbits
+and one wood-cock, who would cock his bill opposite the muzzle of
+Royalty.' The poetical advertisement of one MOSES, a slop-shop
+clothes-man, is pleasantly 'reviewed.' Of his 'Prince ALBERT coats,' PUNCH
+says: 'Whatever may be the resemblance between the Prince and the coat,
+the similarity certainly ends with the price; one costing thirty shillings
+and the other thirty thousand pounds per annum.' Here is a touch at Moses'
+sea-coats:
+
+  'These coats for nautical pursuits
+  Have qualities no one disputes;
+  The very texture of their cloth
+  Seems to defy the ocean's wrath:
+  And then their form and make as well
+  Are suited to the billows' swell.'
+
+What can be happier than the allusion to the fact mentioned in the last
+two lines; namely, that the coat is quite a match for the billows, being
+as great a swell as any of them? The poet dashes off a few lines on
+trowsers, finishing with the following couplet, which is not likely to
+encourage purchasers. It is stated, and we dare say truly, that if any one
+puts on a pair of MOSES' trowsers he becomes at once an object of general
+observation:
+
+  'While oft such cries as these escape;
+  Look! there's a figure! there's a shape!'
+
+It is a very natural consequence, no doubt, of disporting one's-self in
+doe-skins made for seven-pence a pair; but the cries of 'There's a figure!
+there's a shape!' must make the trowsers rather dear to any one who wishes
+to walk about peaceably, unmolested by this species of street-criticism.'
+Under the head of 'Bolsters for Behindhand Botanists,' we find these
+original questions and answers: 'What are the most difficult roots to
+extract from the ground?' The cube-root. 'What is the pistil of a flower?'
+It is that instrument with which the flower shoots. 'What is meant by the
+word stamina?' It means the pluck or courage which enables the flower to
+shoot.' 'The reversionary interest of a life-crossing, with retail lucifer
+business attached,' is offered by a street-sweeper near the Bank of
+England, he having 'prigged vat vasn't his'n, and gone to pris'n.' 'He
+effected an irregular transfer at the bank one day, which, whatever his
+doubts upon the subject might previously have been, led to his ultimate
+conviction.' The 'Comic BLACKSTONE' enlightens us upon one of the 'King's
+prerogatives': 'The King is the fountain of justice, from which are
+supplied all the leaden reservoirs in Westminster-Hall, and the pumps at
+the inferior tribunals.' Among the public inquiries is the following: 'At
+a crowded meeting at Islington, on the question of granting a theatrical
+license, the papers state that the judges declined at first, but upon the
+urgent appeal of an advocate, '_the bench gave way_.' Are we to understand
+from this that the opposition fell to the ground?' In 'PUNCH'S Almanac'
+for 1844, we find among other side-remarks, the annexed: under May
+seventh: 'WASHINGTON IRVING on his way to Madrid as American Ambassador,
+is entertained in London, 1842. America takes the hand of Spain, and puts
+her best _pen_ into it.' 'June sixth: The first cargo of ice comes from
+America, 1843, for the relief of those who had burnt their fingers with
+Pennsylvania bonds.' 'Time is money; but it doesn't follow that man is a
+capitalist who has a great quantity of it on his hands.' PUNCH'S 'Literary
+Intelligence' is very full. From it we gather that the author of the
+'Mothers,' 'Wives,' 'Maids,' and 'Daughters' of England has another work
+in press, entitled '_The Grandmothers of England_.' 'No grandmother's
+education will be complete till she has read and re-read 'The Grandmothers
+of England.' The book is the very best guide to oval suction extant.' So
+says an '_Evening Paper_.' · · · WE should be glad to be informed of _the
+name_ of any real or pretended lover of the turf and its manifold
+interests, or of an admirer of one of the most entertaining weekly
+journals on this continent, who could ask _more_ than is offered by the
+'_Spirit of the Times_' to all new subscribers to that widely-popular
+sheet; being no less than any five of those fine large quarto engravings
+on steel, from original paintings, of Col. JOHNSON and M'lle AUGUSTA,
+among 'us humans,' and among our four-footed friends 'of the lower house,'
+Ripton, Confidence, Boston, Wagner, Monarch, Leviathan, Argyle,
+Black-Maria, Grey-Eagle, Shark, Hedgeford, John Bascombe, and
+Monmouth-Eclipse. On the second day of March a new volume commences; when
+we hope that this accredited organ of the sporting world, which has raised
+the prices of blood-stock in this country beyond all precedent, and which
+in its literary and dramatic departments is without a rival in this or any
+other country, will take a long lease of a healthful existence, and go on
+'prospering and to prosper.' · · · THE reader will be amused we think with
+the '_Veritable Sea-Story_,' told by our friend HARRY FRANCO, in a species
+of poetry run mad, in preceding pages. He writes us: 'I send you an epic
+poem for the KNICKERBOCKER, founded on facts within my own personal
+experience. I mention this lest you should deem it destitute of merit; for
+it possesses the greatest merit that any human composition can possess;
+namely, truth. And in this respect, if in no other, my poem is beyond
+dispute superior to the Iliad and Paradise Lost. However, tastes differ, I
+am aware; and you may possibly prefer those two epics to mine! They are
+longer, it is true; but then I think it will be conceded, even by the
+critics of the POH school, that my metre is sufficiently long, even though
+my story is short. While others measure their verse by the 'feet,' I
+measure mine by the yard.' · · · D.'S paper, (of Georgia,) so thickly
+interlarded with French, and Italian synonymes for far more expressive
+English words, reminds us of an old 'ignorant ramus' in the country, who
+was always eking out his meaning by three or four familiar Latin terms,
+which he almost invariably misapplied. He observed one day to a neighbor,
+who was speaking disrespectfully of a deceased townsman, 'Well, he's gone
+to be judged. _E pluribus unum_--'speak no evil of the dead'--as the Latin
+proverb says!' · · · '_The New World_' enters upon a new year in a very
+beautiful dress, and with renewed attractions in all its internal
+departments. Its large clear types, impressed upon good paper, are
+exceedingly pleasant to the eye, and what they convey to the reader is
+equally agreeable to the mind 'studious of novelty' and variety. The
+success which it deserves, we are glad to learn it abundantly receives.
+The '_Brother Jonathan_' has changed proprietors, cast its old skin, and
+comes out as bright and fresh as a June morning. The versatile Mrs. ANN
+STEPHENS (a lady of fine intellect, who has produced better prose tales
+and home-sketches than any one of her gifted contemporaries) and Messrs.
+M'LACHLIN AND SNOW, the resident editors of the 'Jonathan,' discharged
+their functions to due public acceptance; but a name so _invariably_
+connected with unsuccessful publications that it has come to be justly
+regarded as the sure precursor and inevitable cause of failure, was at the
+head of the journal as 'principal editor;' and 'down east' editorial-ings,
+transmitted by the yard, and endless unreadable tales, claiming a kindred
+paternity, gradually 'choked its wholesome growth,' and finally brought it
+to a temporary end. The new proprietor however has wisely declined this
+'principal' incumbrance; and having secured the services of an able editor
+in the person of HENRY C. DEMING, Esq., a gentleman of high literary
+distinction, and of popular correspondents, the journal is already, as we
+learn, rejoicing in a rapidly-enhancing list of subscribers. Success to
+thee, 'BROTHER JONATHAN!' · · · THE '_Yankee Trick_' described by our
+Medford (Mass.) correspondent is on file for insertion. It is in _one_ of
+its features not unlike the anecdote of an old official Dutchman in the
+valley of the Mohawk, who one day stopped a Yankee pedler journeying
+slowly through the valley on the Sabbath, and informed him that he must
+'put up' for the day; or 'if it vash _neshessary_ dat he should travel, he
+must pay de fine for de pass.' It _was_ necessary, it seems; for he told
+the Yankee to write the pass, and he would sign it; '_that_ he could do,
+though he didn't much write, nor read writin'.' The pass was written and
+signed with the Dutchman's hieroglyphics, and the pedler went forth 'into
+the bowels of the land, without impediment.' Some six months afterward, a
+brother Dutchman, who kept a 'store' farther down the Mohawk, in
+'settling' with the pious official, brought in, among other accounts, an
+order for twenty-five dollars' worth of goods. 'How ish dat?' said the
+Sunday-officer; '_I_ never give no order; let me see him.' The order was
+produced; he put on his spectacles and examined it. 'Yaäs, dat ish mine
+name, sartain--yaäs; but--_it ish dat d----d Yankee pass_!' · · · OUR
+town-readers, many of them, will remember the bird MINO, who was so fond
+of chatting in a rich mellow voice with the customers at the old Quaker's
+seed-store in Nassau-street. His counterpart may at this moment be seen at
+'an hostel' near by; but the associations and language of the modern bird
+are very dissimilar. '_How are you?_' is his first salutation; '_do you
+smoke?_' his next: '_What'll you drink? Brandy-and water?_--_glass o'
+wine?_' It has a most whimsical effect, to hear such anti-temperance
+invitations from the bill of a bird, whose bright eye is fixed unwinkingly
+upon you. The Washingtonians should 'look out for him.' · · · THE editor
+of the _Albion_ has issued to his subscribers a very fine large quarto
+engraving, in mezzo-tint by SADD, of HEATH'S celebrated line-engraving of
+WASHINGTON. Its size is twenty by twenty-seven inches, and represents the
+PATER PATRIĘ in his most elevated character; that of a Chief Magistrate
+elevated by the free suffrages of his countrymen, after having voluntarily
+laid down his military authority. This print cannot fail to be acceptable
+to every reader of the Albion, unless he shall be too narrow-minded to
+honor true nobleness and dignity of character in one who by force of
+circumstances once stood in a warlike relation to his country. Apropos of
+the 'Albion:' is our friend the Editor aware that '_The Evening before the
+Wedding_,' published as original in a late issue, was translated for the
+KNICKERBOCKER? · · · 'OH dem! dem!' There is on the _tapis_ a new daily
+journal, to be called 'THE EXCLUSIVE,' which is to be the very antithesis
+of every thing in the 'cheap and vulgar' line; no slanders, no crim.
+con.'s, no horrible accidents; 'no nothing' of that sort. The affair is
+already creating some excitement among the _beau-monde_. The reputed
+editors are literary men of the world, who 'know their way.' Circulars in
+gold-edged and perfumed paper are already flying about. _On dit_: that the
+carriers are to be dressed in uniform, and deliver the paper in white kid
+gloves; that pastiles are to be kept burning in the publication-office, to
+disinfect the air of the room of ink and damp sheets; and that only those
+of the first respectability and acknowledged standing in gay society, are
+permitted to subscribe to or receive the journal at all! · · · HERE is a
+rich specimen of _clerical catachresis_, which we derive from an eastern
+correspondent: 'Our good dominie gave us on Sunday a sermon on the ocean;
+its wonders, its glories, its beauties; its infinity, its profundity, its
+mightiness, etc., 'But,' said he, 'what is all this? _It is but a drop in
+the bucket of God's infinity!_' I wonder what is outside of it!' · · · IT
+is not the wont of the Editor of this Magazine, as those of its readers
+who have followed us through twenty-two volumes of the KNICKERBOCKER can
+bear witness, to trumpet in its pages the many kind things that are said
+of us by the public press; but as a fragment is wanted to fill out this
+page; as we are just at the commencement of a new volume; and as we are
+more than pleased at the cordiality with which the first number of it has
+been received; we shall venture to select from a great number of
+testimonials one or two for insertion here, which are the more gratifying,
+that they evince the regard in which the 'OLD KNICK.' is held at home, and
+by those who have known us the longest and most intimately. The _New-York
+Courier and Enquirer_ says of our last number:
+
+    'THIS sterling Monthly is always punctual to a day in its issues,
+    promptly appearing with the dawn of the month, though our notices
+    of it frequently lag sadly behind it. It is yet, however, by no
+    means too late to say that it enters upon the year '44 and its
+    twenty-third volume with ability and zeal unabated, and that it is
+    yet, as it has been heretofore, by far the handsomest, ablest, and
+    most interesting literary Monthly issued in this country. Each
+    number contains over a hundred pages, and in the Editor's Table
+    alone is often found more matter than the entire body of some of
+    its rivals contains. It has a long list of zealous correspondents,
+    bound to it not more by interest than affection, and numbering
+    among them the most gifted and distinguished writers in the
+    country. The 'Quod Correspondence,' a novel which is running
+    through the successive numbers, is one of the best works of the
+    kind ever written; its scenes possess a deep dramatic interest,
+    and throughout the whole, moral principles are clearly and
+    powerfully evolved. 'The Idleberg Papers' is the general title of
+    another capital series, and the work is otherwise filled with
+    excellent prose and generally good poetry. The 'Editor's Table' is
+    by far the most racy and entertaining collection of anecdotes,
+    humorous and pathetic passages, slight criticisms, etc., to be met
+    in any magazine. We cordially commend the old and excellent
+    KNICKERBOCKER to the continued love and patronage of the public.'
+
+The _Evening Post_ bestows upon the number praise equally warm and
+cordial. It adverts to its typographical appearance, with the remark that
+'it is beautifully printed; that even those parts which are put in the
+smallest characters are so distinctly impressed that the dimmest eyes may
+read them.' It lauds especially the article on 'Descriptive Poetry,' the
+'Idleberg Papers,' the 'Sketches of East Florida,' and some of the poetry;
+and the editor, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, Esq., is kind enough to add, that
+'no part is better than the Editor's Table, which presents as excellent a
+Salmagundi as was ever served up.' We scarcely dare claim to have _earned_
+these high encomiums; but we are anxious to evince to our subscribers, and
+especially to those new friends (and _their_ friends) who have begun the
+year with us, that we shall spare no pains to _deserve_ them. It will be
+our constant aim not only to _maintain_ the reputation which the
+KNICKERBOCKER now sustains, but in return for the _affection_ with which
+it seems to be every where regarded, and the liberal patronage which it
+has always retained, and which is now generously increased by our friends,
+to _enhance_ it by every means in our power. But, to make use of two
+French words which have never before been quoted in America, to our
+knowledge--'_Nous Verrons!_'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+.*. OWING to an unlucky accident, at a late hour, a 'LITERARY RECORD' of
+several excellent publications, from the following houses in Philadelphia,
+New-York, and Boston, is unavoidably omitted from the present number. The
+'copy,' however, of the notices is preserved, and they will appear in our
+next: LEA AND BLANCHARD, R. P. BIXBY AND COMPANY, M. W. DODD, HARPER AND
+BROTHERS, WILEY AND PUTNAM, J. AND H. G. LANGLEY, D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
+GEORGE G. CHANNING, J. WINCHESTER, JAMES MUNROE AND COMPANY, B. G. TREVETT
+AND COMPANY, MARK H. NEWMAN, STANFORD, SWORDS AND COMPANY, LINDSAY AND
+BLACKISTON, MORRIS, WILLIS AND COMPANY. In a similar category are some
+half dozen subsections of 'Gossip,' (including two or three pleasant
+favors from favorite contributors, notice of articles received and filed,
+etc.,) which were in type, and which now 'bide their time.'
+
+
+
+
+
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+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page103" name="page103"></a>103</span></p>
+	<h1 class="issue_title">THE KNICKERBOCKER.</h1>
+	<table id="mastdate" summary="A cheat to display the masthead properly">
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+	        <td class="leftcell">Vol. XXIII.</td> <td class="centercell">February, 1844.</td> <td class="rightcell">No. 2.</td>
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+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">SICILIAN SCENERY AND ANTIQUITIES.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY THOMAS COLE.</h3>
+	<p><span class="first_word">A few</span> months only have elapsed since I travelled over the classic land
+	of Sicily; and the impressions left on my mind by its picturesqueness,
+	fertility, and the grandeur of its architectural remains, are more
+	vivid, and fraught with more sublime associations, than any I received
+	during my late sojourn in Europe. The pleasure of travelling, it seems
+	to me, is chiefly experienced after the journey is over; when we can
+	sit down by our own snug fire-side, free from all the fatigues and
+	annoyances which are its usual concomitants; and, if our untravelled
+	friends are with us, indulge in the comfortable and harmless vanity of
+	describing the wonders and dangers of those distant lands, and like
+	Goldsmith&#8217;s old soldier, &#8216;Shoulder the crutch and <em>show</em> how fields
+	were won.&#8217; I was about to remark, that those who travel only in books
+	travel with much less discomfort, and perhaps enjoy as much, as those
+	who travel in reality; but I fancy there are some of my young readers
+	who would rather test the matter by their own experience, than by the
+	inadequate descriptions which I have to offer them.</p>
+	<p>Sicily, as is well known, is the largest island in the Mediterranean
+	Sea. It was anciently called Trinacria, from its triangular shape, and
+	is about six hundred miles in circumference. Each of its extremities
+	is terminated by a promontory, one of which was called by the ancients
+	Lilybeum, and faces Africa; another called Pachynus, faces the Peloponessus
+	of Greece; and the third, Pelorum, now Capo di Boco, faces
+	Italy. The aspect of the country is very mountainous: some of the
+	mountains are lofty; but towering above all, like an enthroned spirit,
+	rises Ɔtna. His giant form can be seen from elevated grounds in the
+	most remote parts of the island, and the mariner can discern his snowy
+	crown more than a hundred miles. But Sicily abounds in luxuriant
+	plains and charming valleys, and its soil is proverbially rich: it once
+	bore the appellation of the Granary of Rome; and it is now said that
+	if properly tilled it would produce more grain than any country of its size
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page104" name="page104"></a>104</span>in the world. Its beauty and fertility were often celebrated by ancient
+	bards, who described the sacred flocks and herds of Apollo on its delightful
+	slopes. The plain of Enna, where Proserpine and her nymphs
+	gathered flowers, was famous for delicious honey; and according to an
+	ancient writer, hounds lost their scent when hunting, in consequence of
+	the odoriferous flowers which perfumed the air; and this may be no
+	fable; for in Spring, as I myself have seen, the flowers are abundant and
+	fragrant beyond description; and it seemed to me that the gardens of
+	Europe had been supplied with two-thirds of their choicest treasures
+	from the wild stores of Sicily.</p>
+	<p>The history of Sicily is as varied and interesting as the features of
+	its surface; but of this I must give only such a brief and hurried sketch
+	as, to those who are not conversant with it, will serve to render the scenes
+	I intend to describe more intelligible and interesting than they otherwise
+	would be. Its early history, then, like that of most nations of antiquity,
+	is wrapped in obscurity. Poets feign that its original inhabitants were
+	Cyclops; after them the Sicani, a people supposed to have been from
+	Spain, were the possessors; then came the Siculi, a people of Italy. The
+	enterprising Phœnicians, those early monarchs of the sea, whose ships
+	had even visited the remote and barbarous shores of Britain, formed
+	some settlements upon it; and in the eighth century before Christ
+	various colonies of Greeks were planted on its shores, and became in
+	time the sole possessors of the island. These Grecian founders of Syracuse,
+	Gela, and Agrigentum, seduced from their own country by the
+	love of enterprise, or driven by necessity or revolution from their homes,
+	brought with them the refinement, religion, and love of the beautiful,
+	that have distinguished their race above all others; and in a short time
+	after their establishment in Sicily, the magnificence of their cities, the
+	grandeur of their temples, equalled if they did not surpass those of their
+	fatherland. About the year 480 before Christ, a fierce enemy landed on
+	the coast of Sicily with two thousand gallies: this was the warlike Carthaginian,
+	whose altars smoked with the sacrifice of human victims.
+	This formidable invader was defeated under the great Gelon of Syracuse,
+	who was called the father of his country; but the Carthaginians, returned
+	again and with better fortune, at length became masters of the
+	island. The Romans next conquered Sicily, and held it for several
+	centuries. The Saracens in the ninth century were in the full tide of
+	successful conquest. They landed first in the bay of Mazara, near
+	Selinuntium, and after various conflicts and fortune, finally subjugated
+	the whole island in the year 878. The crescent continued to glitter
+	over the towers of Sicily for about three centuries, when the Normans,
+	a band of adventurers whom the crusades of the Holy Sepulchre had
+	brought from their northern homes, after a conflict of thirty years under
+	Count Roger, expelled the Saracen in the year 1073, and planted the
+	banner of the cross in every city of the land. Soon after that time it
+	came under Spain and Austria; France and England have severally
+	been its rulers. It is now under the crown of Naples.</p>
+	<p>Such is a brief outline of the eventful history of Sicily; a land
+	formed by nature in her fairest mould; but which the crimes and ambition
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page105" name="page105"></a>105</span>of men have desecrated by violence, oppression, and bloodshed;
+	and with the substitution of a word, one might exclaim with the poet:</p>
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p class="i2">&#8216;<span class="special_name">Sicilia</span>! <span class="special_name">O Sicilia</span>! thou who hast</p>
+			<p class="i2">The fatal gift of beauty, which became</p>
+			<p class="i2">A funeral dower of present woes and past,</p>
+			<p class="i2">On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame,</p>
+			<p class="i2">And annals graved in characters of flame.</p>
+			<p class="i2">Oh <span class="special_name">God</span>! that thou wert in thy nakedness</p>
+			<p class="i2">Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim</p>
+			<p class="i2">Thy right, and awe the robbers back who press</p>
+			<p>To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress!&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+	<p>The aspect of Sicily is widely different from that of this country;
+	its beauty is dependent on other forms and associations. <em>Here</em>, we have
+	vast forests that stretch their shady folds in melancholy grandeur; the
+	mountain tops themselves are clad in thick umbrage, which, rejoicing
+	in the glory of the autumnal season, array themselves in rainbow dyes.
+	<em>There</em>, no wide forests shade the land; but mountains more abrupt than
+	ours, and bearing the scars of volcanic fire and earthquake on their
+	brows, are yet clothed with flowers and odoriferous shrubs. The plains
+	and slopes of the mountains are now but partially under cultivation;
+	vineyards and olive-groves generally clothe the latter, while over the
+	gentler undulating country, or the plains, fenceless fields stretch far
+	away, a wilderness of waving grain, through which the traveller may
+	ride for hours nor meet a human being, nor see a habitation, save when
+	he lifts his eyes to some craggy steep or mountain pinnacle, where
+	stands the clustered village. The villages and larger towns are generally
+	set among groves of orange, almond, and pomegranate trees, with
+	here and there a dark Carruba, or Leutisk tree, casting its ample shade.
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page106" name="page106"></a>106</span>Fields of the broad bean, the chief food of the laboring classes, serves
+	at times to vary with vivid green the monotony of the landscape. The
+	traveller rolls along over no Macadamised road in his comfortable carriage,
+	but mounted on his mule, leaves him to choose his own track
+	among the numerous ones that form what is called the <i>strada-maƫstro</i>,
+	or master-road, between city and city. Here and there he will come to
+	a stone fountain, constructed perhaps centuries ago, which still furnishes
+	a delightful beverage for himself and beast. Oftentimes the road leads
+	through a country entirely waste, and covered with tall bunches of grass
+	or the dwarfish palmetto; sometimes in the cultivated districts the road
+	is bounded by the formidable prickly-pear, which grows to the height
+	of twenty feet, or by rows of the stately aloe, and not unfrequently by
+	wild hedges of myrtle, intertwined with innumerable climbing plants,
+	whose flowers the traveller can pick as he rides along. Generally the
+	road-side is perfectly enamelled with flowers of various hue and fragrance.
+	No majestic river, like the Hudson, spreads before him, with
+	all its glittering sails and swift steam-boats; but ever and anon the
+	blue and placid Mediterranean bounds his vision, or indents the shore,
+	with here and there a picturesque and lazy barque reflected in the waves.</p>
+	<p>I have before said that the towns and villages are generally perched
+	like eagles&#8217; nests in high places. This is particularly the case with
+	those of the interior: many of them are inaccessible to carriages, except
+	the <i>Letiga</i>, a sort of large sedan-chair, gaudily decorated with pictures
+	of saints, and suspended between two mules, one of which trots before
+	and the other behind, to the continual din of numerous bells and the
+	harsh shouts of the muleteers. I never saw one of these vehicles,
+	which are the only travelling carriages of the interior of Sicily, without
+	thinking that there might be a <em>land-sickness</em> even worse than a sea-sickness;
+	for the motion of the letiga in clambering up and down the
+	broken steeps must be far more tempestuous than any thing ever experienced
+	at sea. Between village and village you see no snug villa,
+	farm-house, or cottage by the road-side, or nestling among the trees;
+	but here and there a gloomy castellated building, a lonely ruin or stern
+	Martello tower, whose dilapidated walls crown some steep headland,
+	against whose base washes the ever-murmuring waves. Now the traveller
+	descends to the beach, his only road; the mountains are far inland,
+	or dip their broad bases in the sea-foam, or impend in fearful masses
+	over his head. He ascends again, and journeys over wastes which
+	undoubtedly in the time of the Greek and the Roman were covered
+	with fruits and grain; but which now are treeless and desolate as the
+	deep whose breezes stir the flowers that deck them. At times he must
+	ford streams, which, if swollen with late rains, are perilous in the
+	extreme.</p>
+	<p>I remember once on my journey descending from one of those treeless
+	wastes upon a spot very different from any thing on this side of the
+	Atlantic. It was called Verdura, from its green and verdant character.
+	A stream which flowed through a plain bounded by lofty mountains here
+	fell into the sea. A large mill, which much resembles an ancient castle,
+	and in all probability had served both purposes in times gone by, stood
+	near. Upon the sandy beach close by, and hauled entirely out of the
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page107" name="page107"></a>107</span>water, lay several vessels in the style of Homer&#8217;s ships; and I have
+	no doubt bore a strong resemblance to ships of ancient time, for they
+	were picturesquely formed, and painted fantastically with figures of
+	fishes and eyes. The wild-looking mariners were lounging lazily about
+	in their shaggy capotes, or engaged in loading their vessels with grain,
+	the product of the neighboring plains. Up the steep we had just descended
+	a letiga was slowly winding; and on a green declivity overlooking
+	the sea, a flock of goats were browsing, and their shepherd
+	reclined near in listless idleness. Open and treeless as was this scene,
+	there was such a peaceful character about it, such an air of primitive
+	simplicity, that it made a strong impression on my mind.</p>
+
+	<p>It does not come within the scope of this paper to offer any description
+	of the larger cities of Sicily, Palermo, Messina, etc. Most readers
+	have seen accounts of them more ample and more interesting than I
+	could offer. Of the smaller places I must content myself with giving
+	a very general description, so that I may retain the requisite space, in
+	this division of my article, for some notice of an ascent which I made
+	to the sublime summit of Mount Ɔtna.</p>
+	<p>The secondary towns to which I have alluded, such as Calatifini,
+	Sciacca, Caltagerone, etc., are in general picturesquely situated, and
+	are built in a massive and sometimes even in a magnificent style. The
+	churches and houses are all of hewn stone, and exhibit the various
+	styles of architecture of the builders; the Saracenic, the Norman-Gothic,
+	or the later Spanish taste. Sometimes the styles are fantastically
+	intermixed; but the whole, to the architect, is extremely interesting.
+	Flat roofs and projecting stone balconies from the upper windows
+	are perhaps the most characteristic features of the houses. The
+	churches, though large, are seldom beautiful specimens of architecture;
+	and the interior is in general extremely ornate, and decorated with gaudy
+	gilding and pictures, and images of <span class="special_name">Christ</span> and saints, disgustingly
+	painted. The streets, wide or narrow, would appear to us somewhat
+	gloomy and prison-like; and paint is a thing scarcely known on the
+	exterior or perhaps interior of an ordinary house. The air of the interior
+	of the common houses of the Sicilian towns is as gloomy and comfortless
+	as can be imagined. A few wooden benches, a table firmly
+	fixed in the stone pavement, a fire-place composed of a few blocks of
+	stone placed on the floor, the smoke of which is allowed to make its
+	escape as it best can at the window, which is always destitute of glass,
+	and is closed by a rude wooden shutter when required; a bed consisting
+	of a mattress of the same hue as the floor, raised a few feet from it
+	by means of boards on a rude frame; some sheep-skins for blankets, and
+	sheets of coarse stuff whose color serves as an effectual check on the
+	curiosity of him who would pry too closely into its texture; are the
+	chief articles of furniture to be found in the habitations of the Sicilian
+	poor. Beside the human inhabitants of these uninviting abodes, there
+	are innumerable lively creatures, whose names it were almost impolite
+	to mention in polished ears; and I might not have alluded to them had
+	they confined themselves to such places; but they rejoice in the palace
+	as well as in the cottage, and to the traveller&#8217;s sorrow inflict themselves
+	without his consent as travelling companions through the whole Sicilian
+	tour.</p>
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page108" name="page108"></a>108</span>The houses of the more wealthy are spacious and airy, but not much
+	superior in point of comfort. They are often of commanding exterior,
+	and are called <i>palazzi</i>, or palaces. Of course, there are exceptions to
+	this general character of discomfort; but judging from my own observation,
+	they are few. On approaching a Sicilian village, the eye of the
+	traveller will almost surely be attracted by a capacious and solid building,
+	surmounted by a belfry-tower, and commanding the most charming
+	prospect in the vicinity. It is surrounded with orange groves and
+	cypress-trees, and looks like a place fitted for the enjoyment of a contemplative
+	life. He will not long remain in doubt as to the purpose of the
+	building whose site is so delightfully chosen; for walking slowly along
+	the shady path, or seated in some pleasant nook, singly or in groups, he
+	will perceive the long-robed monks, the reverend masters of the holy
+	place.</p>
+
+	<p>Connoisseurs say that a landscape is imperfect without figures; and as
+	that is the case in a picture, it is most probably so in a magazine article;
+	and the reader might complain if I were to neglect giving some
+	slight outlines of the figures of the Sicilian landscape. In travelling
+	from city to city, although they may not be more than twenty miles
+	apart, the wayfarer meets with very few persons on the road; seldom an
+	individual, and only now and then, at an interval of miles, a group of
+	men mounted on mules, each person carrying a gun; or perhaps a convoy
+	of loaded mules and asses with several muleteers, some mounted
+	and some on foot, who urge by uncouth cries and blows the weary beasts
+	over the rocky or swampy ground, or up some steep acclivity or across
+	some torrent&#8217;s bed. At times he will see a shepherd or two watching
+	their flocks; these are half-naked, wild looking beings, scarcely raised
+	in the scale of intelligence above their bleating charge. Their dwelling
+	may be hard by, a conical hut of grass or straw, or a ruined
+	tower. On the fertile slopes or plains he will sometimes observe a
+	dozen yokes of oxen ploughing abreast. The laborers probably chose
+	this contiguity for the sake of company across the wide fields. If the
+	grass or grain is to be cut, it is by both men and women armed with a
+	rude sickle only. It is seldom you meet either man or woman on foot
+	upon the roads; men scarcely ever. Donkeys are about as numerous
+	as men, and their ludicrous bray salutes your ear wherever the human
+	animal is to be seen.</p>
+
+	<p>The peasant-women through a great part of Sicily wear a semi-circular
+	piece of woollen cloth over their heads; it is always black or white,
+	and hangs in agreeable folds over the neck and shoulders. There is but
+	little beauty among them; and alas! how should there be? They are
+	in general filthy; the hair of both old and young is allowed to fall in
+	uncombed elf-locks about their heads; and the old women are often
+	hideous and disgustful in the extreme. The heart bleeds for the women:
+	they have more than their share of the labors of the field; they have
+	all the toils of the men, added to the pains and cares of womanhood.
+	They dig, they reap, they carry heavy burthens&#8212;burthens almost incredible.
+	In the vicinity of Ɔtna I met a woman walking down the
+	road knitting: on her head was a large mass of lava weighing at least
+	thirty pounds, and on the top of this lay a small hammer. Being puzzled
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page109" name="page109"></a>109</span>to know why the woman carried such a piece of lava where lava
+	was so abundant, I inquired &#8216;the wherefore&#8217; of Luigi, our guide. He
+	answered that as she wished to knit, and not having pockets, she had
+	taken that plan to carry the little hammer conveniently. That piece of
+	stone, which would break our necks to carry, was evidently to her no
+	more than a heavy hat would be to us. It may be thought that I draw
+	a sorry picture of these poor Islanders; but I would have it understood
+	that on the side of Messina, and some other parts, there is apparently a
+	little more civilization; but they are an oppressed and degraded peasantry;
+	ignorant, superstitious, filthy, and condemned to live on the coarsest
+	food. They are as the beasts that perish, driven by necessity to sow that
+	which they may not reap. How applicable are the words of <span class="special_name">Addison</span>:</p>
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">How</span> has kind Heaven adorn&#8217;d the happy land</p>
+			<p>And scattered blessings with a wasteful hand!</p>
+			<p>But what avails her unexhausted stores,</p>
+			<p>Her blooming mountains and her sunny shores,</p>
+			<p>With all the gifts that heaven and earth impart,</p>
+			<p>The smiles of nature and the charms of art,</p>
+			<p>While proud oppression in her valleys reigns,</p>
+			<p>And tyranny usurps her happy plains?</p>
+			<p>The poor inhabitant beholds in vain</p>
+			<p>The reddening orange and the swelling grain:</p>
+			<p>Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines,</p>
+			<p>And in the myrtle&#8217;s fragrant shade repines:</p>
+			<p>Starves, in the midst of nature&#8217;s bounty curst,</p>
+			<p>And in the loaded vineyard dies of thirst.&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+	<p>But the Sicilians are <em>naturally</em> a gay, light-hearted people, like the
+	Greeks, their forefathers; and if the cloud which now rests upon them
+	were removed, and we have reason to think it is lifting, they would be
+	as bright and sunny as their own skies. The women of the better classes
+	wear the black mantilla when they venture into the streets, which they
+	seldom do, except to attend mass or the confessional. This robe is extremely
+	elegant, as it is worn, but it requires an adept to adjust it gracefully.
+	It covers the whole person from head to foot; in parts drawn
+	closely to the form, in others falling in free folds. But for its color, I
+	should admire it much: it seems such an incongruity for a young and
+	beautiful female to be habited in what appear to be mourning robes. I
+	was often reminded of those wicked lines of <span class="special_name">Byron</span>&#8217;s on the gondola:</p>
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>&#8216;For sometimes they contain a deal of fun,</p>
+			<p>Like mourning-coaches when the funeral&#8217;s done.&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+	<p>But let us turn from the animate to the inanimate, and visit the famous
+	Ɔtna, called by the Sicilians <i>Mongibello</i>. From the silence of Homer
+	on the subject, it is supposed that in his remote age the fires of the mountain
+	were unknown; but geologists have proof that they have a far
+	more ancient date. The Grecian poet Pindar is the first who mentions
+	its eruptions. He died four hundred and thirty-five years before <span class="special_name">Christ</span>;
+	from that time to this, at irregular intervals, it has vomited forth its
+	destructive lavas. It is computed to be eleven thousand feet high. Its
+	base, more than an hundred miles in circumference, is interspersed
+	with numerous conical hills, each of which is an extinct crater, whose
+	sides, now shaded by the vine, the fig tree, and the habitations of man,
+	once glowed with the fiery torrent. Some of them are yet almost destitute
+	of vegetation; mere heaps of scoriƦ and ashes; but the more
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page110" name="page110"></a>110</span>ancient ones are richly clad with verdure. Let the reader imagine a
+	mountain whose base is as broad as the whole range of the Catskills,
+	as seen from Catskill village, rising to nearly three times their height;
+	its lower parts are of gentle ascent, but as it rises it becomes more
+	and more steep, until it terminates in a broken summit. Imagine it
+	divided, as the eye ascends, into three regions or belts: the first and
+	lowest is covered with villages, gardens, vineyards, olive-groves, oranges,
+	and fields of grain and flax, and the date-bearing palm. The second
+	region, which commences about four thousand feet above the sea, is
+	called the <i>Regione Sylvosa</i>, or woody region. Here chestnuts, hexes,
+	and on the north pines of great size flourish. This belt reaches to the
+	elevation of about seven thousand feet, where the <i>Regione Scoperta</i>, or
+	bare region, commences. The lower part of this is intermingled lava,
+	rocks, volcanic sands, and snow; still higher are vast fields of spotless
+	snow, which centuries have seen unwasted, with here and there a ridgy
+	crag of black lava, too steep for the snows to lodge upon; and toward
+	the summit of the cone, dark patches of scoriƦ and ashes, which, heated
+	by the slumbering fires, defy the icy blasts of these upper realms of
+	air. It will readily be supposed that, when viewed from a distance,
+	Mount Ɔtna is an object to make a deep impression on the mind:</p>
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p><span class="first_word">But</span> for yon filmy smoke, that from thy crest</p>
+			<p>Continual issues like a morning mist</p>
+			<p>The sun disperses, there would be no sign</p>
+			<p>That from thy mighty breast bursts forth at times</p>
+			<p>The sulphurous storm&#8212;the avalanche of fire;</p>
+			<p>That midnight is made luminous, and day</p>
+			<p>A ghastly twilight, by thy lurid breath.</p>
+			<p>By thee tormented, Earth is tossed and riven:</p>
+			<p>The shuddering mountains reel; temples and towers</p>
+			<p>The works of man, and man himself, his hopes</p>
+			<p>His harvests, all a desolation made!</p>
+			<p>Sublime art thou, O Mount! whether beneath</p>
+			<p>The moon in silence sleeping with thy woods,</p>
+			<p>And driving snows, and golden fields of corn;</p>
+			<p>Or bleat on thy slant breast the gentle flocks,</p>
+			<p>And shepherds in the mellow glow of eve</p>
+			<p>Pipe merrily; or when thy scathƩd sides</p>
+			<p>Are laved with fire, answered thine earthquake voice</p>
+			<p>By screams and clamor of affrighted men.</p>
+			<p>Sublime thou art!&#8212;a resting-place for thought,</p>
+			<p>Thought reaching far above thy bounds; from thee</p>
+			<p>To <span class="special_name">Him</span> who bade the central fires construct</p>
+			<p>This wondrous fabric; lifted thy dread brow</p>
+			<p>To meet the sun while yet the earth is dark,</p>
+			<p>And ocean, with its ever-murmuring waves.</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+	<p>On the ninth of May, myself and travelling companion commenced
+	the ascent of Mount Ɔtna; and as the season was not the most favorable,
+	the snows extending farther down the sides of the mountain than in
+	summer, we were equipped, under the direction of our guide, with coarse
+	woollen stockings to be drawn over the pantaloons, thick-soled shoes,
+	and woollen caps. Mounting our mules, we left Catania in the morning.
+	The road was good and of gradual ascent until we reached Nicolosi,
+	about fourteen miles up the mountain. We saw little that was particularly
+	interesting on our route except that the hamlets through which we
+	passed bore fearful evidences of the effects of earthquake. Arrived at
+	Nicolosi, the place where travellers usually procure guides and mules
+	for the mountain, it was our intention to rest for the remainder of the
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page111" name="page111"></a>111</span>day; but Monte Rosso, an extinguished crater, being in the vicinity,
+	my curiosity got the better of my intention to rest, and I sallied forth to
+	examine it. The road lay through the village, which is built of the
+	lava, and is arid and black, and many of the buildings rent and twisted.
+	Monte Rosso was formed by the eruption of 1669, which threw out a torrent
+	of lava that flowed thirteen miles, destroying a great part of the city
+	of Catania in its resistless course to the sea, where it formed a rugged
+	promontory which at this day appears as black, bare, and herbless as
+	on the day when its fiery course was arrested by the boiling waters.
+	And here I would remark, that the lavas of Ɔtna are very different
+	from those of Vesuvius. The latter decompose in half a century, and
+	become capable of cultivation; those of Ɔtna remain unchanged for
+	centuries, as that of Monte Rosso testifies. It has now been exposed to
+	the action of the weather nearly two hundred years, with the exception
+	of the interstices where the dust and sand have collected, it is destitute
+	of vegetation. Broken in cooling into masses of rough but sharp fracture,
+	its aspect is horrid and forbidding, and it is exceedingly difficult to
+	walk over. If two centuries have produced so little change, how <em>many</em>
+	centuries must have served to form the rich soil which covers the greater
+	part of the mountain&#8217;s sides and base!</p>
+	<p>Our purpose was to see the sun rise from the summit of Ɔtna; and
+	at nine in the evening, our mules and guides being ready, we put on
+	our Sicilian capotes, and sallied forth. We had two guides, a muleteer,
+	and as there was no moon, a man with a lantern to light the mules in
+	their passage over the beds of lava. For several miles the way was
+	uninteresting, it being too dark to see any thing except the horrid lava or
+	sand beneath the feet of the mules. At times the road was so steep that
+	we were ordered by our guides to lean forward on the necks of the mules,
+	to keep them and ourselves from being thrown back. At length we entered
+	the woody region. Here the path was less rocky; and as we
+	wound up the mountain&#8217;s side, beneath the shadows of noble trees, I could
+	not but feel the solemn quietness of a night on Ɔtna, and contrast it
+	with what has been and what will in all probability be again, the intermitting
+	roar of the neighboring volcano, and the dreadful thunder of
+	the earthquake. At midnight we arrived at the <i>Casa delle Neve</i>, or
+	House of Snow. This is a rude building of lava, with bare walls, entirely
+	destitute of furniture. We made a fire on the ground, took
+	some refreshments which we had brought with us, and in about an hour
+	remounted our mules, and proceeded on our journey. We soon left
+	the region of woods; and being now at an elevation of seven thousand
+	feet above the sea, felt somewhat cold, and buttoned our capotes
+	closer about us. From the ridges of lava along which we rode, by
+	the light of the stars which now became brilliant, we could discern
+	the snow stretching in long lines down the ravines on either hand; and
+	as we advanced, approaching nearer and nearer, until at length it spread
+	in broad fields before us. As the mules could go no farther, we dismounted,
+	and taking an iron-pointed staff in our hands, we commenced
+	the journey over the snows. It was now half-past one, and we had
+	seven miles to traverse before reaching the summit. The first part of the
+	ascent was discouraging, for it was steep, and the snow so slippery that
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page112" name="page112"></a>112</span>we sometimes fell on our faces; but it became rather less steep as we
+	ascended, and though fatiguing, we got along comfortably. As the atmosphere
+	was becoming rare, and the breathing hurried, we sat on the
+	snow for a few minutes now and then. At such times we could not but
+	be struck with the splendor of the stars, far beyond any thing I had
+	ever seen. The milky way seemed suspended in the deep heavens, like
+	a luminous cloud, with clear and definite outline. We next arrived at
+	the <i>Casa degli Inglese</i>; so called, but alas for us! the ridge of the roof
+	and a part of the gable were all that rose above the snow. In the
+	midst of summer, travellers may make use of it; but to us it was unavailing,
+	except the gable, which served in a measure to shield us from
+	the icy wind which now swept over the mountain. We again partook
+	of a little refreshment, by way of preparation for the most arduous part
+	of our undertaking, and were now at the foot of the great cone. The
+	ascent was toilsome in the extreme. Snow, melted beneath in many
+	places by the heat of the mountain; sharp ridges of lava; loose sand,
+	ashes, and cinders, into which last the foot sank at every step, made the
+	ascent difficult as well as dangerous. The atmosphere was so rare that
+	we had to stop every few yards to breathe. At such times we could hear
+	our hearts beat within us like the strokes of a drum. But it was now
+	light, and we reached the summit of the great cone just as the sun rose.</p>
+	<p>It was a glorious sight which spread before our eyes! We took a
+	hasty glance into the gloomy crater of the volcano and throwing ourselves
+	on the warm ashes, gazed in wonder and astonishment. It would
+	be vain for me to attempt a description of the scene. I scarcely knew
+	the world in which I had lived. The hills and valleys over which we
+	had been travelling for many days, were comprised within the compass
+	of a momentary glance. Sicily lay at our feet, with all its &#8216;many
+	folded&#8217; mountains, its plains, its promontories, and its bays; and round
+	all, the sea stretched far and wide like a lower sky; the Lipari islands,
+	Stromboli and its volcano, floating upon it like small dusky clouds; and
+	the Calabrian coast visible, I should suppose, for two hundred miles,
+	like a long horizontal bank of vapor! As the sun rose, the great
+	pyramidal shadow of Ɔtna was cast across the island, and all beneath
+	it rested in twilight-gloom. Turning from this wonderful scene, we
+	looked down into the crater, on whose verge we lay. It was a fearful
+	sight, apparently more than a thousand feet in depth, and a mile in
+	breadth, with precipitous and in some places overhanging sides, which
+	were varied with strange and discordant colors. The steeps were
+	rent into deep chasms and gulfs, from which issued white sulphurous
+	smoke, that rose and hung in fantastic wreaths about the horrid crags;
+	thence springing over the edge of the crater, seemed to dissipate in the
+	clear keen air. I was somewhat surprised to perceive several sheets of
+	snow lying at the very bottom of the crater, a proof that the internal
+	fires were in a deep slumber. The edge of the crater was a mere
+	ridge of scoriƦ and ashes, varying in height; and it required some care,
+	in places, to avoid falling down the steep on one hand, or being precipitated
+	into the gulf on the other. The air was keen; but fortunately
+	there was little wind; and after spending about an hour on the summit,
+	we commenced our descent.</p>
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page113" name="page113"></a>113</span>We varied our course from the one we took on ascending, and visited
+	an altar erected to Jupiter by the ancients, now called the <i>Torre del
+	Filosofo</i>. Soon after we came upon the verge of a vast crater, the
+	period of whose activity is beyond the earliest records of history. <i>Val
+	di Bove</i>, as it is called, is a tremendous scene. Imagine a basin several
+	miles across, a thousand feet in depth at least, with craggy and perpendicular
+	walls on every side; its bottom broken into deep ravines and
+	chasms, and shattered pinnacles, as though the lava in its molten state
+	had been shaken and tossed by an earthquake, and then suddenly congealed.
+	It is into this ancient crater that the lava of the most recent
+	eruption is descending. It is fortunate that it has taken that direction.</p>
+	<p>In another and concluding number, the reader&#8217;s attention will be
+	directed to the <i>Architectural Antiquities of Sicily</i>, especially those of
+	Grecian structure, which will be described in the order in which they
+	were visited.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">LINES TO TIME.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY MRS. J. WEBB.</h3>
+	<div class="poem">
+	    <div class="stanza">
+	        <p><span class="first_word">Oh</span> Time! I&#8217;ll weave, to deck thy brow,</p>
+	        <p>A wreath fresh culled from Flora&#8217;s treasure:</p>
+	        <p>If thou wilt backward turn thy flight</p>
+	        <p>To youth&#8217;s bright morn of joy and pleasure.</p>
+	        <p>&#8216;Joys ill exchanged for riper years;&#8217;</p>
+	        <p>The bard, alas! hath truly spoken:</p>
+	        <p>I&#8217;ve wept the truth in burning tears</p>
+	        <p>O&#8217;er many a fair hope crushed and broken.</p>
+	    </div>
+	    <div class="stanza">
+	        <p>In vain my sager, wiser friends</p>
+	        <p>Told of thy speed and wing untiring;</p>
+	        <p>I drank of Pleasure&#8217;s honied cup,</p>
+	        <p>Nor marked thy flight, no change desiring;</p>
+	        <p>When all too late I gave thee chase,</p>
+	        <p>But found thou couldst not be o&#8217;ertaken:</p>
+	        <p>With heedless wing thou&#8217;st onward swept,</p>
+	        <p>Though hopes were crushed and empires shaken.</p>
+	    </div>
+	    <div class="stanza">
+	        <p>Thou with the world thy flight began&#8217;st;</p>
+	        <p>Compared with thine, what were the knowledge</p>
+	        <p>Of every sage in every clime,</p>
+	        <p>The learning of the school or college?</p>
+	        <p>Thou&#8217;st seen, in all the pomp of power,</p>
+	        <p>Athens, the proudest seat of learning;</p>
+	        <p>And thou couldst tell us if thou wouldst,</p>
+	        <p>How Nero looked when Rome was burning.</p>
+	    </div>
+	    <div class="stanza">
+	        <p>What direful sights hast thou beheld,</p>
+	        <p>As careless thou hast journied on:</p>
+	        <p>The hemlock-bowl for Athen&#8217;s pride;</p>
+	        <p>The gory field of Marathon;</p>
+	        <p>The monarch crowned, the warrior plumed,</p>
+	        <p>With power and with ambition burning;</p>
+	        <p>Yet they must all have seemed to thee</p>
+	        <p>Poor pigmies on a pivot turning.</p>
+	    </div>
+	    <div class="stanza">
+	        <p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page114" name="page114"></a>114</span>Their pomp, their power, with thine compared,</p>
+	        <p>How blank and void, how frail and fleeting!</p>
+	        <p>Thou hast not paused e&#8217;en o&#8217;er their tombs</p>
+	        <p>To give their mighty spirits greeting;</p>
+	        <p>But onward still with untired wing,</p>
+	        <p>Regardless thou &#8217;rt thy flight pursuing,</p>
+	        <p>Unseen, alas! till thou art past,</p>
+	        <p>While o&#8217;er our heads thy snows thou &#8217;rt strewing.</p>
+	    </div>
+	    <div class="stanza">
+	        <p>Oh! vainly may poor mortals strive</p>
+	        <p>With learned lore of school and college;</p>
+	        <p>Their books may teach us wisdom&#8217;s rules,</p>
+	        <p>But thou alone canst teach us knowledge.</p>
+	        <p>Oh! had I earlier known thy worth,</p>
+	        <p>I had not now been left repining,</p>
+	        <p>Nor asked to weave for thee the wreath</p>
+	        <p>That on my youthful brow was shining.</p>
+	        <p>Could but again the race be mine,</p>
+	        <p>In life&#8217;s young morn, I&#8217;d seek and find thee;</p>
+	        <p>I&#8217;d seize thee by thy flowing lock,</p>
+	        <p>And never more be left behind thee!</p>
+	    </div>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+		<h2 class="title">A NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIE.</h2>
+
+	<h3 class="byline">BY A BUFFALO HUNTER.</h3>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">While</span> looking over my &#8216;omnium gatherum;&#8217; the same being a
+	drawer containing scraps of poetry, unfinished letters, half-written editorials,
+	incidents of travel, obsolete briefs, with many other odds and
+	ends that have fallen from my brain during the last three years, but which
+	from want of quality in them or lack of energy in me, have failed to
+	reach the dignity of types and ink; I came across a diary kept while
+	hunting buffalo with the Sac and Fox Indians, some two hundred miles
+	west of the Mississippi, during the summer of 1842. Finding myself
+	interested in recurring to the incidents of that excursion, it occurred to
+	me that matter might be drawn therefrom which would not be without interest
+	to the public. I have therefore ventured to offer the following for
+	publication; it being an account of a night passed at the source of the
+	Checauque, when I did not deem my scalp worth five minute&#8217;s purchase,
+	and when I cheerfully would have given ten years of an ordinary life
+	to have been under the humblest roof in the most desolate spot in the
+	&#8216;land of steady habits.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>I have said that we were in the country of the Sioux. That our situation
+	may be understood, I would remark farther, that between the latter
+	and the confederated tribes of the Sac and Fox Indians, there has
+	been for the last forty years, and still exists, the most inveterate hostility;
+	the two parties never meeting without bloodshed. The Government
+	of the United States, in pursuance of that policy which guides its conduct
+	toward the various Indian tribes, for the preservation of peace between
+	these two nations, have laid out between them a strip of country
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page115" name="page115"></a>115</span>forty miles in width, denominated the &#8216;Neutral Ground,&#8217; and on to which
+	neither nation is permitted to extend their hunting excursions.</p>
+
+	<p>On the occasion of which I write, the Sacs and Foxes, having been
+	disappointed in finding buffalo within their own limits, and perhaps feeling
+	quite as anxious to fall in with a band of Sioux as to obtain game,
+	had passed the &#8216;Neutral Ground,&#8217; and were now several days&#8217; journey
+	into the country of their enemies.</p>
+
+	<p>For the last two days we had marched with the utmost circumspection;
+	our spies ranged the country for miles in advance and on either
+	flank, while at night we had sought some valley as a place of encampment,
+	where our fires could not be seen from a distance. Each day we
+	had perceived signs which indicated that small parties of Sioux had
+	been quite recently over the very ground we were travelling. The
+	whites in the company, numbering some eleven or twelve, had remonstrated
+	with the Indians, representing to them that they were transgressing
+	the orders of the government, and that should a hostile meeting take
+	place they would certainly incur the displeasure of their &#8216;great father&#8217;
+	at Washington.</p>
+
+	<p>Heedless of our remonstrances they continued to advance until it became
+	evident that the Sioux and not buffalo were their object. The truth
+	was, they felt themselves in an excellent condition to meet their ancient
+	enemy. They numbered, beside old men and the young and untried,
+	three hundred and twenty-five warriors, mounted and armed with rifles,
+	many of them veterans who had seen service on the side of Great
+	Britain in her last war with this country, and most of whom had served
+	with Black Hawk in his brief but desperate contest with the United
+	States. Moreover, they placed some reliance on the whites who accompanied
+	them; all of whom, except my friend <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span>, of Kentucky, one
+	or two others and myself, were old frontier men, versed in the arts of
+	Indian warfare.</p>
+
+	<p>As for myself, I felt far from comfortable in the position in which I
+	found myself placed; hundreds of miles from any white settlement,
+	and expecting hourly to be forced into a conflict where no glory was to
+	be gained, and in which defeat would be certain death, while victory
+	could not fail to bring upon us the censure of our government. The
+	idea of offering up my scalp as a trophy to Sioux valor, and leaving my
+	bones to bleach on the wide prairie, with no prayer over my remains
+	nor stone to mark the spot of my sepulture, was far from comfortable.
+	I thought of the old church-yard amidst the green hills of New-England,
+	where repose the dust of my ancestors, and would much preferred
+	to have been gathered there, full of years, &#8216;like a shock of corn fully
+	ripe in its season,&#8217; rather than to be cut down in the morning of life by the
+	roving Sioux, and my frame left a dainty morsel for the skulking wolf
+	of the prairie. I communicated my sentiments to <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span>, and found
+	that his views corresponded with mine. &#8216;But,&#8217; said he, with the spirit
+	of a genuine Kentuckian, &#8216;we are in for it, Harry, and we must fight;
+	it will not do to let these Indians see us show the white feather.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>It was under such circumstances, and with these feelings, that we
+	pitched our tents after a hard day&#8217;s march, in a valley near the margin
+	of a little stream which uniting with others forms the Checauque, one
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page116" name="page116"></a>116</span>of the tributaries of the Mississippi. The river flowed in our front. In
+	our rear, and surrounding us on either side, forming a sort of amphitheatre,
+	was a range of low hills crowned with a grove of young hickorys.
+	A branch on our left, running down to the stream, separated our
+	tents from the encampment of our Indian allies. Our camp consisted
+	of three tents pitched some fifteen steps apart. <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> and myself occupied
+	the middle one. We had a companion, a scrub of a fellow, who
+	forced himself upon us as we were on the point of starting, and whom
+	we could not well shake off. To this genius, on account of his many
+	disagreeable qualities, we had given the soubriquet of &#8216;<i>Common Doings</i>.&#8217;
+	The other whites of the party occupied the other two tents.</p>
+
+	<p>We had just finished the usual routine of camp duty for the night,
+	&#8216;spansered&#8217; our horses, eaten our suppers, laid in a supply of fuel for
+	our fires, and were sitting around them smoking our pipes and listening
+	to the marvellous tales of an old &#8216;Leatherstocking&#8217; of the party, whose
+	life had been passed between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi,
+	when two of our Indian spies came in, passing in front of our tents and
+	across the branch to the Indian camp. One of our party followed them
+	to hear their report, and soon returned with the information that the
+	spies had seen an encampment of Sioux, and that the Sacs and Foxes
+	were then holding a council as to what measures it was best to pursue.
+	Others of our party, who understood the Indian tongue, went across for
+	farther information. Mean time we remained in great anxiety, canvassing
+	among ourselves the probable truth of the report, and speculating on
+	the course most proper for us to take. Our friends soon returned,
+	having heard the full report of the spies as it was delivered before the
+	chiefs in council. They had proceeded some eight miles beyond the
+	place of our encampment to a hill in the vicinity of Swan Lake; from
+	the hill they had seen a large body of Sioux, numbering as near as they
+	could estimate them, five or six hundred. From the manner in which
+	they were encamped and from other signs, they knew them to be a &#8216;war
+	party;&#8217; and having made these observations, they withdrew, concealing
+	themselves as much as possible, and as they supposed, without being
+	discovered. The effect of this information upon us may easily be imagined.
+	We were &#8216;in for it&#8217; sure enough! We had expected for several
+	days that we should meet the enemy, but to find them so near us in
+	such force, so far outnumbering our own, we had not anticipated.</p>
+
+	<p>The question now was, what were we to do? Some proposed that we
+	should move our camp across the branch and pitch our tent among our
+	Indian allies; for it was argued with much force that if our spies had
+	been discovered, the Sioux would follow their trail, and as it passed
+	directly by our tents, we should fall the first victims; that if the Sioux,
+	notwithstanding their superiority in numbers, should not think it prudent
+	to attack the main camp, they would not fail to attack, according to
+	their custom, the out-camps, take what scalps they could, and retreat.
+	But there was a strong objection to moving our camp: the Indians frequently
+	during the march had desired us to pitch our tents among them,
+	but we had always declined, preferring to be by ourselves. What would
+	they say if we should now break up our encampment and go among
+	them? &#8216;White men are cowards! They rejected our request when all
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page117" name="page117"></a>117</span>was safe, but now at the approach of danger they come skulking among
+	us like dogs for protection.&#8217;  No; we could not do this; pride forbade
+	it. We next discussed the expediency of dividing ourselves into a
+	watch, and keeping guard by turns through the night. The more experienced
+	of the party, and particularly Jamison, an old hunter and Indian
+	fighter, said that this would only exhaust us, and would be of no avail;
+	that our Indian allies had spies around the encampment in every direction;
+	that if they failed to perceive the approach of the enemy, we could
+	not discover them; that the first intimation our sentinels would have
+	would be an arrow through the body; that our best plan would be to
+	extinguish our fires, prepare our arms, lie down with them in our hands,
+	rely on the Indian spies for notice of the enemy&#8217;s approach, and on the
+	first alarm make our way to the Indian camp, being careful as we approached
+	it to give the pass-word for the night, &#8216;<i>Wal-las-ki-push-eto</i>.&#8217;
+	We all finally came to this conclusion.</p>
+
+	<p>During the discussion, two of the party had not spoken a word; one
+	was our tent-mate &#8216;Doings,&#8217; who was so completely paralyzed with
+	fright as to be unable to think or speak; the other was old &#8216;Leatherstocking,&#8217;
+	who listened with the utmost coolness to all that was said,
+	occasionally expressing assent or dissent by a nod or shake of the head.
+	I now observed him quietly examine his rifle, draw the charge and reload;
+	take out the flint and replace it with a new one; he then threw
+	himself down for the night, his bared knife in his left hand, and his
+	right resting on the breech of his rifle, remarking as he composed himself
+	to sleep, &#8216;We must be ready boys; there&#8217;s no telling when the varmints
+	will be upon us.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p><span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> and myself prepared our arms: each of us wore a brace of
+	pistols in a belt; these were carefully loaded and buckled on; our rifles
+	were next examined and put in order; our hatchets were placed at hand,
+	and with many misgivings we laid ourselves down. It was some time
+	before I could sleep, and when I did, my repose was disturbed by
+	dreams. How long I slept I am unable to say, perhaps not more than
+	an hour, when I was suddenly awakened. I listened. The noise of the
+	horses, of which there were several hundred grazing in the valley, with
+	the tinkling of the bells on their necks, were the only sounds that at first
+	met my ear; all else was silent. Presently I heard a noise as if made
+	by the stealthy tread of a man; then a voice, or perhaps the cry of
+	some animal. It was repeated. I heard it in the grove, on the hill, then
+	an answering cry on the other side of the stream. I knew that Indians
+	in a night-attack make signals by imitating the cry of some animal; and
+	the sounds I heard, though like those made by wild beasts, seemed to
+	me to be in reality human voices. I drew a pistol from my belt, cocked
+	it, and with a hatchet in my other hand, crept out of the tent, and lying
+	on the ground, looked cautiously around. The cries continued at
+	intervals, and I became more and more satisfied that they were human
+	voices. I felt, I <em>knew</em> that the Sioux were about to attack us. A
+	thousand thoughts flashed across my mind. I thought of the home of
+	my childhood, my far distant kindred; a mother, sisters, brothers.
+	Unskilled as I was in Indian warfare, I expected to be slain. I was
+	alarmed; frightened perhaps, but not paralyzed. I resolved to fight
+	to the last, and if I <em>must</em> die, to fill no coward&#8217;s grave.</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page118" name="page118"></a>118</span>As my eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, I began to distinguish
+	objects; and peering beyond our line of tents, I saw on our
+	right, between me and the grove, three dark objects like human heads
+	projecting out of the grass. While I was observing them, two of them
+	disappeared, and I could discern the grass wave as they made their way
+	toward our encampment. There was no longer room for doubt. I
+	called to <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> in a whisper; he was on his feet and by my side in an
+	instant, a cocked pistol in each hand. I directed his attention to what
+	I saw. He looked steadfastly for a moment, then raising his eyes to the
+	grove, exclaimed in a whisper, &#8216;The timber is full of Indians! I see them
+	advancing from tree to tree; it is time for action. I shall fall, but you
+	may be saved; if so, let my friends in Kentucky know that I died like
+	a brave man. I will arouse the rest.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>He went to the tent on our left, while I remained watching the
+	approach of the enemy. I could see them distinctly as they moved
+	from tree to tree. I heard <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> call in a whisper, &#8216;Jamison! Jamison!&#8217;
+	Jamison came out of his tent but without his arms. <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> told
+	him of our danger, and directed his attention to the Indians in the grove.
+	As he spoke Jamison stretched out his arms and gave a yawn, remarking,
+	&#8216;These Injuns are mighty unsartin critters; there&#8217;s no knowing
+	about their motions;&#8217; crawled into his tent again. <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> returned;
+	neither of us spoke. We lay down and drew our blankets over us; at
+	length <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span> said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Harry?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;What?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Hoaxed! by thunder!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>The whole truth, which had been breaking in upon my mind by
+	degrees, now flashed upon me, and I raised a shout of laughter. At
+	this instant, poor &#8216;Doings,&#8217; who had been awake from the commencement,
+	but who was so scared that he had rolled himself under the eaves
+	of the tent, and contracted himself into a space scarcely larger than my
+	arm, and who in his terror would have lain still and had his throat cut
+	without wagging a finger in defence; this poor, miserable &#8216;Doings&#8217; exclaimed
+	&#8216;Haw! haw! haw! I knew it all the time; I never see fellows
+	so scared!&#8217; This was too bad. However, we had our laugh out, discussed
+	plans for vengeance, went to sleep and had quiet slumbers for
+	the rest of the night.</p>
+
+	<p>The next morning we ascertained that the whole story about the Sioux
+	encampment had been fabricated for the purpose of trying our mettle,
+	and that all save <span class="keep_together">B&#8212;&#8212;</span>, myself and &#8216;Doings,&#8217; were in the secret. The
+	moving objects which I had seen in the grass were Indian dogs prowling
+	around for food, and the Indians in the timber existed only in our
+	excited imaginations.</p>
+
+	<p class="post_break">I may hereafter give an account of the <i>modus operandi</i> of our revenge,
+	and of our mode of hunting the buffalo, in which we met with much
+	success; and of other matters of interest which fell under my observation
+	during the sixty days we spent with this tribe of Indians.</p>
+
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">H. T. H.</span></p>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page119" name="page119"></a>119</span></p>
+
+	<h2 class="title">LIFE&#8217;S YOUNG DREAM.</h2>
+	<div class="epigram">
+	<p>&#8216;There is no Voice in Nature which says &#8216;Return.&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">Those</span> envious threads, what do they here,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Amid thy flowing hair?</p>
+	<p>It should be many a summer&#8217;s day</p>
+	<p class="i2">Ere they were planted there:</p>
+	<p>Yet many a day ere thou and Care</p>
+	<p class="i2">Had known each other&#8217;s form,</p>
+	<p>Or thou hadst bent thy youthful head</p>
+	<p class="i2">To Sorrow&#8217;s whelming storm.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Oh! was it grief that blanched the locks</p>
+	<p class="i2">Thus early on thy brow?</p>
+	<p>And does the memory cloud thy heart,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And dim thy spirit now?</p>
+	<p>Or are the words upon thy lip</p>
+	<p class="i2">An echo from thy heart;</p>
+	<p>And is <em>that</em> gay as are the smiles</p>
+	<p class="i2">With which thy full lips part?</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>For thou hast lived man&#8217;s life of thought,</p>
+	<p class="i2">While careless youth was thine;</p>
+	<p>Thy boyish lip has passed the jest</p>
+	<p class="i2">And sipped the sparkling wine,</p>
+	<p>And mingled in the heartless throng</p>
+	<p class="i2">As thoughtlessly as they,</p>
+	<p>Ere yet the days of early youth</p>
+	<p class="i2">Had glided swift away.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>They say that Nature wooeth back</p>
+	<p class="i2">No wanderer to her arms;</p>
+	<p>Welcomes no prodigal&#8217;s return</p>
+	<p class="i2">Who once hath scorned her charms.</p>
+	<p>And ah! I fear for thee and me,</p>
+	<p class="i2">The feelings of our youth</p>
+	<p>Have vanished with the things that were,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Amid the wrecks of truth.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Oh! for the early happy days</p>
+	<p class="i2">When hope at least was new!</p>
+	<p>Ere we had dreamed a thousand dreams,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And found them all untrue;</p>
+	<p>Ere we had flung our life away</p>
+	<p class="i2">On what might not be ours;</p>
+	<p>Found bitter drops in every cup,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And thorns on all the flowers.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Ye who have yet youth&#8217;s sunny dreams,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Oh guard the treasure well,</p>
+	<p>That no rude voice from coming years</p>
+	<p class="i2">May break the enchanted spell!</p>
+	<p>No cloud of doubt come o&#8217;er your sky</p>
+	<p class="i2">To dim its sunny ray,</p>
+	<p>Be careless children, while ye can,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Trust on, while yet ye may.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p class="sign"><span class="location">Albany, January, 1844.</span><span class="author">A. R.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+		<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page120" name="page120"></a>120</span></p>
+
+	<h2 class="title">THE QUOD CORRESPONDENCE.</h2>
+
+	<h3 class="subtitle fancy">HARRY HARSON.</h3>
+
+	<h4 class="chapter_title">CHAPTER TWENTY-FIRST.</h4>
+
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">In</span> the same room from which Craig and Jones had set out on their
+	ill-fated errand, and at the hour of noon on the following day, the latter
+	was crouching in front of the fire-place, which had been so bright and
+	cheery the night before, but which now contained nothing except ashes,
+	and a few half-burned stumps, charred and blackened, but entirely extinguished.
+	Over these Jones bent, occasionally shivering slightly, and
+	holding his hands to them, apparently unconscious that they emitted no
+	heat, and then dabbling in the ashes, and muttering to himself. But a
+	few hours had elapsed since he had left that room a bold, daring, desperate
+	man; yet in that short time a frightful change had come over him.
+	His eyes were blood-red; his lips swollen and bloody, and the under
+	one deeply gashed, as if he had bitten it through; his cheeks haggard
+	and hollow, his hair dishevelled, his dress torn, and almost dragged from
+	his person. But it was not in the outward man alone that this alteration
+	had taken place. In spirit, as well as in frame, he was crushed. His
+	former iron bearing was gone; no energy, no strength left. He seemed
+	but a wreck, shattered and beaten down&#8212;down to the very dust. At
+	times he mumbled to himself, and moaned like one in suffering.  Then
+	again he rose and paced the room with long strides, dashing his hand
+	against his forehead, and uttering execrations. The next moment he
+	staggered to his seat, buried his face in his hands, and sobbed like a
+	child.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Tim,&#8217; said he, in a low broken voice, &#8216;poor old Tim; I killed you,
+	I know I did; but blast ye! I loved you, Tim. But it&#8217;s of no use,
+	now; you&#8217;re dead, and can never know how much poor Bill Jones cared
+	for you. No, no; you never can, Tim. We were boys together, and
+	now I&#8217;m alone; no one left&#8212;no one, <em>no</em> one!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>In the very phrenzy of grief, that succeeded these words, he flung
+	himself upon the floor, dashing his head and hands against it, and rolling
+	and writhing like one in mortal pain. This outbreak of passion was
+	followed by a kind of stupor; and crawling to his seat, he remained
+	there, like one stunned and bereft of strength. Stolid, scarcely breathing,
+	and but for the twitching of his fingers, motionless as stone; with his
+	eyes fixed on the blank wall, he sat as silent as one dead; but with a
+	heart on fire, burning with a remorse never to be quenched; with a
+	soul hurrying and darting to and fro in its mortal tenement, to escape
+	the lashings of conscience. Struggle on! struggle on! There is no
+	escape, until that strong heart is eaten away by a disease for which
+	there is no cure; until that iron frame, worn down by suffering, has
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page121" name="page121"></a>121</span>become food for the worm, and that spirit and its persecutor stand before
+	their final judge, in the relations of criminal and accuser.</p>
+
+	<p>A heavy step announced that some one was ascending the stairs.
+	Jones moved not. A loud knock at the door followed. Still he did not
+	stir. The door was then flung open, in no very gentle manner, for it
+	struck the wall behind it with a noise that made the room echo: but a
+	cannon might have been fired there, and Jones would not have heard it.</p>
+
+	<p>The person however who had thus unceremoniously opened the way
+	to his entrance, seemed perfectly indifferent whether his proceedings
+	were agreeable or otherwise. His first movement on entering the room
+	was to shut the door after him and lock it; his next was to look about
+	it to see whether it contained any other than the person of Jones.
+	Having satisfied himself on that score, he walked rapidly up to him
+	and tapped him on the shoulder.</p>
+
+	<p>Jones looked listlessly up at him, and then turning away, dabbled in
+	the ashes, without uttering a word.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Hello! Bill Jones,&#8217; said the stranger, after waiting a moment or two
+	in evident surprise, &#8216;what ails you?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>The man made no reply.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Are you sulky?&#8217; demanded the other; &#8216;Well, follow your own humor;
+	but answer me one question: where&#8217;s Craig?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones shuddered; and his hand shook violently. Rising up, half
+	tottering, he turned and stood face to face with his visiter.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Good day to ye, Mr. Grosket,&#8217; said he, with a ghastly smile, and
+	extending his hand to him. &#8216;Good day to ye. It&#8217;s a bright day, on
+	the heels of such a night as the last was.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Good God! what ails you, man?&#8217; exclaimed Grosket, recoiling before
+	the wild figure which confronted him; and then taking his hand,
+	he said: &#8216;Your hand is hot as fire, your eyes blood-shot, and your face
+	covered with blood. What have you been at? What ails you?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones passed his hand feebly across his forehead, and then replied:
+	&#8216;I&#8217;m sick at heart!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>He turned from Grosket, and again crouched upon the hearth, mumbling
+	over his last words, &#8216;Sick at heart! sick at heart!&#8217;&#8212;nor did he
+	appear to recollect Grosket&#8217;s question respecting Craig. If he did, he
+	did not answer it, but with his arms locked over his knees, he rocked
+	to and fro, like one in great pain.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Are you ill, man, or are you drunk?&#8217; demanded Grosket, pressing
+	heavily on his shoulder. &#8216;Speak out, I say: what ails you? If you
+	don&#8217;t find your tongue, I&#8217;ll find it for you.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones, thus addressed, made an effort to rally, and partially succeeded;
+	for after a moment he suddenly rose up erect, and in a clear, bold voice,
+	replied:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I&#8217;m not drunk, Mr. Grosket, but I <em>am</em> ill; God knows what&#8217;s the
+	matter with me. Look at me!&#8217; he continued, stepping to where the
+	light was strongest; &#8216;Look at me well. Wouldn&#8217;t you think I&#8217;d been
+	on my back for months?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You look ill enough;&#8217; was the blunt reply.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Well, then, what do you want?&#8217; demanded Jones, in a peevish tone;
+	&#8216;why do you trouble me? I can&#8217;t bear it. Go away; go away.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page122" name="page122"></a>122</span>&#8216;I will, when you&#8217;ve answered my question. Where&#8217;s Craig?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I don&#8217;t know. He was here last night; but he went out, and hasn&#8217;t
+	been here since.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Where did he go?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones shook his head: &#8216;He didn&#8217;t say.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Was he alone?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;No,&#8217; replied the other, evidently wincing under these questions;
+	&#8216;No; there was a man with him, nigh about my size. He went with
+	him. That&#8217;s all I know about either of them. There, there; get
+	through with your questions. They turn my head,&#8217; said he, in an
+	irritable tone.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Why did he take a stranger?&#8217; demanded Grosket, without paying
+	the least attention to his manner. &#8216;You forget that I know you and he
+	generally hunt in couples.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>It might have been the cold of the room striking through to his very
+	bones that had so powerful an effect on Jones, but he shook from head
+	to foot, as he answered:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Look at me! God! would you have a man out in such a night as
+	that was, when he&#8217;s almost ready for his winding-sheet?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Grosket&#8217;s only reply was to ask another question.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;What was the name of the man who went with him?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I don&#8217;t know.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;What did they go to do?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones hesitated, as if in doubt what answer to make, and then, as if
+	adopting an open course, he said: &#8216;I&#8217;ve know&#8217;d you a good while, Mr.
+	Grosket, and you won&#8217;t blab, if I tell you what I suspect, will ye? It&#8217;s
+	only guess-work, after all. Promise me that; I know your word is
+	good.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Grosket paused a moment before he made the promise; and then
+	said: &#8216;Well, I&#8217;ll keep what you tell me to myself. Now then.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;It was a house-breaking business,&#8217; said Jones, sinking his voice.
+	&#8216;They took pistols with them; and I heard Tim tell the other one to
+	take the crow-bar and the glim. That&#8217;s all I know. I was too much
+	down to listen. There; go away now. I&#8217;ve talked till my head is
+	almost split. Talking drives me mad. Go away.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Grosket stood perfectly still in deep thought. The story might be
+	true; for the city was ringing with the news of the burglary, and of the
+	death of one of the burglars by the hands of his comrade. It was
+	rumored too, that the dead man had been identified by some of the officers
+	of the police, and that his name was Craig. It was this, taken in
+	connection with the facts that the attempt had been made on Harson&#8217;s
+	house; that an effort had been made to carry off a child who lived with
+	him, and of its being known to Grosket that Rust had often employed
+	these two men in matters requiring great energy and few scruples, that
+	had induced him thus early to visit their haunt, to ascertain the truth of
+	his suspicions; and to endeavor, if possible, to ferret out the plans of
+	their employer. The replies of Jones, short and abrupt as they were,
+	convinced him that his suspicions respecting Craig were correct; but
+	who could the other man be?</p>
+
+	<p>Engrossed with his own thoughts, he appeared to forget where he was
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page123" name="page123"></a>123</span>and who was present; for he commenced walking up and down the
+	room; then stopped; folded his arms, and talked to himself in low, broken
+	sentences. Again he walked to the far end of the room and stopped
+	there.</p>
+
+	<p>Jones, in the mean time, to avoid farther questioning, seated himself;
+	and leaning his elbows on his knees, hid his face in his hand. He was
+	disturbed, however, by feeling himself shaken roughly by the shoulder.
+	&#8216;What you&#8217;ve just been telling me, is a lie!&#8217; said Grosket, sternly.
+	&#8216;You should know me well enough not to run the risk of trifling with me.
+	I want the truth and nothing else. Where were <em>you</em> last night?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones looked up at him and then answered in a sullen tone: &#8216;I&#8217;ve
+	told you once; I was here.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Grosket went to a dark corner of the room and brought back Jones&#8217;
+	great-coat, completely saturated with water. &#8216;This room scarcely leaks
+	enough to do that,&#8217; said he, throwing it on the floor in front of Jones.
+	&#8216;Ha! what&#8217;s that in the pocket?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>He thrust in his hand and drew out a pistol. The hammer was down,
+	the cap exploded, and the inside of the muzzle blackened by burnt
+	powder.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Fired off!&#8217; said he. &#8216;You told the truth. The man who went with
+	Craig <em>did</em> look like you. I know the rest. Tim Craig is dead, and you
+	shot him.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>An expression of strange meaning crossed the face of the burglar as
+	he returned the steady look of his visiter without making any reply.
+	But Grosket was not yet done with him; for he said in a slow, savage
+	tone: &#8216;Now mark me well. If you lie in what you tell me, I&#8217;ll hang
+	you. Who employed you to do this job?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones eyed him for a moment, and then turned away impatiently and
+	said, &#8216;I don&#8217;t know what you&#8217;re talking about. Don&#8217;t worry me.
+	I&#8217;m sick and half crazy. Get away, will ye!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;<em>This</em> to me! to <em>me!</em>&#8217; exclaimed the other, stepping back, his eyes
+	flashing fire; &#8216;you forget yourself.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones rose up, his red hair hanging like ropes about his face, and his
+	bloodshot eyes and disfigured features giving him the look rather of a wild
+	beast than of a man. Shaking his finger at Grosket, he said, &#8216;Keep
+	away from me to day, I say. There&#8217;s an evil spell over me. Come
+	to-morrow, but don&#8217;t push me to-day, or God knows what you may drive
+	me to do. There, there&#8212;go.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Still Grosket stirred not, but with a curling lip and an eye as bright
+	as his own, and voice so fearfully quiet and yet stern that at another time
+	it might have quelled even the strong spirit of the robber, he said
+	&#8216;Enoch Grosket never goes until his object is attained.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Then you won&#8217;t go?&#8217; demanded Jones.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;No!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones made a hasty step toward him, with his teeth set and his eyes
+	burning like coals of fire; but whatever may have been his purpose,
+	and from the expression of his face, there was little doubt but that it was
+	a hostile one, he was diverted from it by hearing a hand on the latch of
+	the door and a voice from without demanding admittance.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;It is Rust,&#8217; exclaimed Grosket, in a sharp whisper. He touched the
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page124" name="page124"></a>124</span>burglar on the shoulder and said in the same tone, &#8216;I&#8217;m going in <em>there</em>.&#8217;
+	He pointed to a closet in a dark part of the room, nearly concealed by
+	the wainscotting.  Let him in, and betray me if you dare!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You seem to know our holes well,&#8217; muttered Jones. &#8216;You&#8217;ve been
+	here afore.&#8217; Grosket made no reply, but hurried across the room and
+	secreted himself in the closet, which evidently had been constructed as
+	a place of concealment, either for the tenants of the room themselves, or
+	for whatever else it might not suit their fancy to have too closely examined.</p>
+
+	<p>Jones stared after him, apparently forgetting the applicant for admission,
+	until a renewed and very violent knocking recalled his attention to
+	it. He then went to the door, drew back the bolt, and walked to
+	his seat, without even glancing to see who came in, or whom the person
+	was who followed so closely at his heels. Nor did he look around until
+	he felt his arm roughly grasped, and a sharp stern voice hissing in
+	his ear:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;So, so! a fine night&#8217;s work you&#8217;ve made of it. Tim Craig is dead
+	and the whole city is already ringing with the news; and <em>you</em>, you&#8217;re
+	a murderer!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones started from his seat with the sudden spasmodic bound of one
+	who has received a mortal thrust. He stared wildly at the sharp thin
+	face which had almost touched his, and then sat down and said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Don&#8217;t talk to me so, Mr. Rust; I can&#8217;t bear it.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Ho, ho! your conscience is tender, is it? It has a raw spot that won&#8217;t
+	bear handling, has it? We&#8217;ll see to that. But to business,&#8217; said
+	he, his face becoming white with rage; his black eyes blazing, and his
+	voice losing its smoothness and quivering as he spoke.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I&#8217;ve come here to fulfil my agreement; you were to get that child
+	for me to-day; I&#8217;ve come for her; where is she?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones looked at him with an expression of impatience mingled with
+	contempt, but made him no answer.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Tim Craig was to have gone to that house; he was to have carried
+	her off; he was to have her here, <em>here</em>, <span class="small_all_caps">HERE</span>!&#8217; said he, in the same fierce
+	tone. &#8216;Why hasn&#8217;t he done it?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Because he&#8217;s dead,&#8217; said Jones savagely.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I&#8217;m glad of it! I&#8217;m glad of it!&#8217; exclaimed Rust. &#8216;He deserved it.
+	The coward! <em>Let</em> him die.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Tim Craig was no coward,&#8217; replied Jones, in a tone which, had Rust
+	been less excited, would have warned him to desist.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Ha!&#8217; exclaimed Rust, scanning him from head to foot, as if surprised
+	at his daring to contradict him, &#8216;Would you gainsay me?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones returned his look without flinching, his teeth firmly set and grating
+	together. At last he said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I <em>do</em> gainsay you; and I <em>do</em> say, whoever calls Tim Craig a coward
+	lies!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;<em>This</em>, and from <em>you</em>!&#8217; exclaimed Rust, shaking his thin finger in his
+	very face; &#8216;<em>this</em> from you; <em>you</em>, a house-breaker, a thief, and last night
+	the murderer of your comrade. Ho! ho! it makes me laugh! Fool!
+	How many lives have you? One word of mine could hang you.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;<em>You&#8217;ll</em> never hang <em>me</em>,&#8217; replied Jones, in the same low, savage tone.
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page125" name="page125"></a>125</span>&#8216;I wish you had, before that cursed job of yours made me put a bullet
+	in poor Tim. I wish you had; but it is too late. You wont <em>now</em>.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Words cannot describe the fury of Michael Rust at seeing himself
+	thus bearded by one whom he had been used to see truckle to him, whom
+	he considered the mere tool of Craig, and whom he had never thought
+	it worth while even to consult in their previous interviews.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Wont I? <em>wont</em> I? Look to yourself,&#8217; muttered he, shaking his finger
+	at him with a slow, cautioning gesture, &#8216;Look to yourself.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You&#8217;re right, I <em>will</em>; I say I <em>will</em>,&#8217; exclaimed Jones, leaping up and
+	confronting him. &#8216;I say I <em>will</em>; and now I do!&#8217; He grasped him by
+	the throat and shook him as if he had been a child.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I might as well kill him at once,&#8217; muttered he, without heeding the
+	struggles of Rust. &#8216;It&#8217;s <em>him</em> or <em>me</em>; yes, yes, I&#8217;ll do it.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Coming to this fatal conclusion, he flung Rust back on the floor and
+	leaped upon him. At this moment, however, the door of the closet was
+	thrown open, and Grosket, whom he had entirely forgotten, sprang suddenly
+	out:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Come, come, this wont do!&#8217; said he; &#8216;no murder!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Jones made no effort to resist the jerk at his arm with which Grosket
+	accompanied his words, but quietly rose, and said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Well, he drove me to it. He may thank <em>you</em> for his life, not <em>me</em>.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Relieved from his antagonist, Rust recovered his feet, and turning to
+	Grosket said, in a sneering tone:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Michael Rust thanks Enoch for having used his influence with his
+	friend, to prevent the commission of a crime which might have made both
+	Enoch and his crony familiar with a gallows. A select circle of
+	acquaintance friend Enoch has.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Grosket, quietly, pointed to the closet and said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You forget that I have been there ever since you came in the room;
+	and have overheard every thing that passed between you and <em>my</em> friend.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Rust bit his lip.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Don&#8217;t let it annoy you,&#8217; continued he, &#8216;for the most of what I heard
+	I knew before. I have had my eye on you from the time we parted.
+	With all your benevolent schemes respecting myself I am perfectly
+	familiar. The debt which you bought up to arrest me on; your attempt
+	to have me indicted on a false charge of felony; the quiet hint dropped
+	in another quarter, that if I should be found with my throat cut, or a
+	bullet in my head, you wouldn&#8217;t break your heart; I knew them all;
+	but I did not avail myself of the law. Shall I tell you why, Michael
+	Rust? Because I had a revenge sweeter than the law could give.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Friend Enoch is welcome to it when he gets it,&#8217; replied Rust, in a
+	soft tone. &#8216;But the day when it will come is far off.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;The day is at hand,&#8217; replied Grosket. &#8216;It is here: it is now. Not
+	for a mine of gold would I forego what I now know; not for any thing
+	that is dear in the world&#8217;s eyes, would I spare you one pang that I can
+	now inflict.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Rust smiled incredulously, but made no reply.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Your schemes are frustrated,&#8217; continued Grosket. &#8216;The children
+	are both found; their parentage known; <em>your</em> name blasted. The brother
+	who fostered you, and loaded you with kindness will have his eyes
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page126" name="page126"></a>126</span>opened to your true character; and you will be a felon, amenable to
+	the penalty of the law, whenever any man shall think fit to call it down
+	upon your head. But this is nothing to what is in store for you.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Well,&#8217; said Rust, with the same quiet smile; &#8216;please to enumerate
+	what other little kindnesses you have in store for me.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I will,&#8217; replied Grosket. &#8216;<em>I</em> was once a happy man. I had a wife
+	and daughter, whom I loved. My wife is dead; what became of my
+	child? I say,&#8217; exclaimed he bitterly, &#8216;what became of my child?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Young women will forget themselves sometimes,&#8217; said Rust, his thin
+	lip curling. &#8216;She became a harlot&#8212;only a harlot.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Grosket grew deadly pale, and his voice became less clear, as he
+	answered:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You&#8217;re right&#8212;you&#8217;re right! why shrink from the word. It&#8217;s a
+	harsh one; but it&#8217;s God&#8217;s truth; she <em>did</em>&#8212;and she died.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;That&#8217;s frank,&#8217; said Rust, &#8216;quite frank. I am a straight-forward
+	man, and always speak the truth. I&#8217;m glad to see that friend Enoch
+	can bear it like a Christian.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>A loud, taunting laugh broke from Grosket; and then he said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Thus much for <em>me</em>; now for yourself, Michael Rust. <em>You</em> once
+	had a wife.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Rust&#8217;s calm sneer disappeared in an instant, and he seemed absolutely
+	to wither before the keen flashing eye which was fixed steadfastly
+	on his.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;She lived with you two years; and then she became&#8212;shall I tell
+	you what?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Rust&#8217;s lips moved, but no sound came from them. Grosket bent his
+	lips to his ear, and whispered in it. Rust neither moved nor spoke.
+	He seemed paralyzed.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;But she died,&#8217; continued Grosket, &#8216;and she left a child&#8212;a daughter;
+	<em>mine</em> was a daughter too.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Rust started from a state of actual torpor; every energy, every
+	faculty, every feeling leaping into life.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;That daughter is now alive,&#8217; continued Grosket, speaking slowly,
+	that every word might tell with tenfold force. &#8216;That daughter now is,
+	what you drove my child to be, a harlot.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;It&#8217;s false as hell!&#8217; shouted Rust, in a tone that made the room ring.
+	&#8216;It&#8217;s false!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;It&#8217;s true. I can prove it; prove it, clear as the noon-day,&#8217; returned
+	Grosket, with a loud, exulting laugh.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Oh! Enoch! oh, Enoch!&#8217; said Rust, in a broken, supplicating tone,
+	&#8216;tell me that it&#8217;s false, and I&#8217;ll bless you! Crush me, blight me, do
+	what you will, only tell me that my own loved child is pure from spot
+	or stain! Tell me so, I beseech you; <em>I</em>, Michael Rust, who never
+	begged a boon before&#8212;<em>I</em> beseech you.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>He fell on his knees in front of Grosket, and clasping his hands together,
+	raised them toward him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I cannot,&#8217; replied Grosket, coldly, &#8216;for it&#8217;s as true as there is a
+	heaven above us!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Rust made an effort to speak; his fingers worked convulsively, and
+	he fell prostrate on the floor.</p>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page127" name="page127"></a>127</span></p>
+	<h2 class="article">THE SACRIFICE.</h2>
+	<div class="epigram">
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">One</span> day during the bloody executions which took place at Lyons, a young girl rushed into the hall
+	where the revolutionary tribunal was held, and throwing herself at the feet of the judges, said:
+	&#8216;There remain to me of all my family only my brothers! Mother, father, sister&#8212;you have butchered
+	all; and now you are going to condemn my brothers. Oh! in mercy ordain that I may ascend the
+	scaffold with them!&#8217; Her prayer was refused, and she threw herself into the Rhone and perished.&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">Du Broca</span></p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">The</span> judges have met in the council-hall,</p>
+	<p>A strange and a motley pageant, all:</p>
+	<p>What seek they? to win for their land a name</p>
+	<p>The brightest and best in the lists of fame?</p>
+	<p>The light of Mercy&#8217;s all-hallowed ray</p>
+	<p>To look with grief on the culprit&#8217;s way?</p>
+	<p>Nay! watch the smile and the flushing brow,</p>
+	<p>And in that crowd what read ye now?</p>
+	<p>The daring spirit and purpose high,</p>
+	<p>The fiery glance of the eagle eye</p>
+	<p>That marked the Roman&#8217;s haughty pride,</p>
+	<p>In the days of yore by the Tiber&#8217;s side?</p>
+	<p>The stern resolve of the patriot&#8217;s breast,</p>
+	<p>When the warrior&#8217;s zeal has sunk to rest?</p>
+	<p>No! Mercy has fled from the hardened heart,</p>
+	<p>And Justice and Truth in her steps depart,</p>
+	<p>And the fires of hell rage fierce and warm</p>
+	<p>Mid the fitful strife of the spirit&#8217;s storm.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>But a wail is borne on the troubled air:</p>
+	<p>What victim comes those frowns to dare?</p>
+	<p>&#8217;Tis woman&#8217;s form and woman&#8217;s eye,</p>
+	<p>That Time hath passed full lightly by;</p>
+	<p>The limner&#8217;s art in vain might trace</p>
+	<p>The glorious beauty and winning grace</p>
+	<p>Of that fair girl; youth&#8217;s sunny day</p>
+	<p>Flings its radiance over life&#8217;s changing way:</p>
+	<p>Why has she left her princely home,</p>
+	<p>Why to that hall a suppliant come?</p>
+	<p>Her heart is sad with a deepening gloom,</p>
+	<p>For Hope has found in her heart a tomb.</p>
+	<p>With quiv&#8217;ring lip, and eye whose light</p>
+	<p>Is faint as the moon in a cloudy night,</p>
+	<p>And with cheek as pale as the crimson glow</p>
+	<p>That the sunset casts on the spotless snow;</p>
+	<p>Nerved with the strength of wild despair,</p>
+	<p>Low at their feet she pours her prayer:</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p class="i2">&#8216;My home! my home! is desolate,</p>
+	<p class="i4">For ye have slain them all,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And cast upon the light of Love </p>
+	<p class="i4">Death&#8217;s cold and fearful pall.</p>
+	<p class="i2">We knelt in agony to save</p>
+	<p class="i4">My father&#8217;s silver hair,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Ye would not mark the bitter tears,</p>
+	<p class="i4">Nor list the frantic prayer!</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p class="i2">&#8216;And then ye took my mother too:</p>
+	<p class="i4">Ye must remember now</p>
+	<p class="i2">The words that lingered on her lip,</p>
+	<p class="i4">The grief upon her brow;</p>
+	<p class="i2">My sister wept in bitter wo&#8212;</p>
+	<p class="i4">Her dark and earnest eyes</p>
+	<p class="i2">Asked for the mercy ye will seek</p>
+	<p class="i4">In vain in yonder skies!</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p class="i2"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page128" name="page128"></a>128</span>&#8216;But your hearts were like the flinty rock,</p>
+	<p class="i4">And cold as ocean&#8217;s foam;</p>
+	<p class="i2">You tore them from my clasping arms,</p>
+	<p class="i4">And bore them from our home:</p>
+	<p class="i2">And now my brothers ye will slay!</p>
+	<p class="i4">But they are proud and high,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And come with spirits brave and true,</p>
+	<p class="i4">Your tortures to defy.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p class="i2">&#8216;I will not ask from you their lives,</p>
+	<p class="i4">I will not seek to roll</p>
+	<p class="i2">The clouds of midnight from your hearts;</p>
+	<p class="i4">Ye cannot touch the soul!</p>
+	<p class="i2">But grant my prayer, and I will pray</p>
+	<p class="i4">For you in yonder sky;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Oh, <span class="special_name">God</span>! I ask a little thing&#8212;</p>
+	<p class="i4">I ask with them to die!&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>But the burning words fell cold and lone,</p>
+	<p>As the sun&#8217;s warm rays on a marble stone;</p>
+	<p>Life was a curse too bitter and wild</p>
+	<p>For the broken heart of Earth&#8217;s weary child;</p>
+	<p>And the stricken one found a self-sought grave</p>
+	<p>&#8217;Neath the crystal light of the foaming wave.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p class="sign"><span class="location">Shelter-Island.</span><span class="author">Mary Gardiner.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">THE DEATH BED.</h2>
+	<h3 class="subtitle">A STRAY LEAF FROM THE PORT-FOLIO OF A &#8216;COUNTRY DOCTOR.&#8217;</h3>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY F. W. SHELTON.</h3>
+
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">Bury</span> me in the valley, beneath the willows where I have watched
+	the rippling waves, among the scenes of beauty which I loved so
+	well, oh! my friend!&#8217; exclaimed the dying youth; and as he grasped
+	my hand his lips moved tremblingly, tears gushed upon his wan cheeks,
+	and an expression of very sadness stole upon him. His looks were
+	lingering; such as one flings back upon some paradise of beauty which
+	he leaves forever; some home which childhood has endeared to him, and
+	affection has filled with the loves and graces. Pity touched my soul as
+	I regarded silently that beaming countenance, alas! so shrunken from
+	the swelling, undulating lines of his hilarious health; a pity such as
+	one feels whose hopes are too inexplicably bound up with another&#8217;s, who
+	shares his very being, and who knows by all the sympathies of a brother&#8217;s
+	bosom that the other&#8217;s heart-strings are snapping. <i>AnimƦ dimidium
+	meƦ!</i>&#8212;beautiful expression of the poet, comprehended less while life
+	unites, than when death severs. It is only when gazing on the seal
+	which has been set, we inquire &#8216;Where is the spirit?&#8217; and struggle in
+	vain to understand that great difference; when the smiles which shed
+	their sunshine have rapidly vanished, and the voice we loved has died
+	away like the music of a harp; when that which was light, joy, wit,
+	eloquence, has departed with the latest breath; when, in short, we are
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page129" name="page129"></a>129</span>awakened from our revery by the clods falling on the coffin, and the
+	mourners moving away; it is then that the soul, diminished of its
+	essence, flits away with a strange sense to its unjoyous abode, as a bird
+	would return to its lonely nest.</p>
+
+	<p>There never existed one who more lived and moved, and had his
+	spiritual being in the affections; a sensitive nature wooed into life by the
+	kindness of the faintest breath, but killingly crushed by the footsteps of
+	the thoughtless or the cruel. For such a one, life is well deserving of
+	the epithet applied to it by the poet Virgil: <i>dulcis vita</i>, sweet life. It is
+	not a vulgar sensuality, a Lethean torpor; the triumph of the grosser
+	nature over the eternal principle within. It is already a separation of
+	the carnal from the spiritual; a refinement of fierce passions; a present
+	divorce from a close and clinging alliance; a foretaste of the waters of
+	life; in short, the very essence and devotion of a pure religion. Would
+	it seem strangely inconsistent that a being of so sweet a character as I
+	shall describe him, my poor young friend declared, with a gush of the
+	bitterest tears, that he <em>could</em> not go into the dark valley, for he loved life
+	with an inconceivable, passionate love? His was the very agony and
+	pathos of the dying Hoffman, when almost with his latest breath, he alluded
+	to &#8216;the sweet habitude of being.&#8217; But it was only, thanks be to
+	<span class="special_name">God</span>! a short defection, a momentary clouding of that bright faith which
+	was destined soon to see beyond the vale. His tears ceased to flow,
+	glistened a moment, and then passed away as if they had been wiped
+	by some gentle hand.</p>
+
+	<p>He leaned upon a soft couch, so very pale and haggard that his hour
+	seemed very near. Costly books strewed his table; pictures and many
+	exquisite things were scattered about with lavish hand; for wealth administered
+	to refined luxury, and affection crowned him with blessings which
+	gold can never buy. A mother hid from him her bitter tears, and spoke
+	the words of cheerfulness; sisters pressed around him with the poignant
+	grief an only brother can inspire; a beautiful betrothed betokened
+	to him in irrepressible tears her depth and purity of love. Letters came
+	to him hurried on the wings of friendship, and impressed on all their
+	seals with sentiments which awakened hope. Youth and beauty hovered
+	around him with their unintermitted care, and Age sent up its fervent
+	prayers to heaven. Oh! who but the ungrateful would not love a life
+	so filled with blandishments and crowned with blessings? Who could
+	see all these receding without a sigh, or feel the pressure of that kiss of
+	love as pure as if it had its origin in Heaven? But with the finest
+	organization of intellectual mind, he had been accustomed to look at all
+	things in the light of poetry. For one so constituted the pleasures which
+	are in store are as inexhaustible as the works or mercies of his God.
+	Not an hour which did not present some new phase of undiscovered
+	beauty. He revelled in the beams of the morning; the rising sun was
+	never a common object, nor its grandeur ever lost upon a soul so conscious
+	of the sublime. For all beauty in nature he found a correspondent
+	passion in the soul; and intoxicated alike with the music of birds
+	or the perfume of flowers, found no weariness in a life whose current
+	was like the living spring, pure, perennial and delightful.</p>
+
+	<p>To be so susceptible of pleasure, I would be willing to encounter all
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page130" name="page130"></a>130</span>the keenness of pangs suffered by such natures. For such, the rational
+	delights of a year are crowded into a day, an hour; and the ignorant
+	reader of their obituary sighs mournfully, computing their lives by a
+	false reckoning. Yet after all, we have been disposed to regard the
+	death of the young as something unnatural; the violent rending asunder
+	of soul and body; the penalty enacted of a life artificial in its modes
+	and repugnant to nature. As Cicero has beautifully expressed it, it is
+	like the sudden quenching of a bright flame; but the death of the virtuous
+	Old is as expected, as free from terror as the sunset; it is the
+	coming of a gentle sleep after a long and weary day.</p>
+
+	<p>Travers was in the very gush and spring-tide of his youth; yet
+	crowned as he was with blessings, and every attribute for their most
+	perfect enjoyment, the true secret of his too fond desire to live, was that
+	<em>he loved</em>:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p class="i12">&#8216;He loved but one,</p>
+			<p>And that loved one, alas! could ne&#8217;er be his.&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>In her the poetry of his life centred; and as a river is swollen by divers
+	rills, and tributary streams, so all the thoughts and passions of his soul
+	hurried with a pure and rapid tide to mingle and be lost in one. But
+	illness, and the long looking at death, and above all, the Christian&#8217;s
+	hope, enable us one by one to break off the dearest ties, and to renounce
+	whatever we most love on earth. And so my young friend in good time
+	emerged from the cloud which obscured his prospects, and saw clearly
+	beyond the vale. It is not long since, being well assured that his fate
+	was inevitable, he expressed a desire, which he carried into execution,
+	to visit once more his well-loved haunts, and take a solemn farewell of
+	them all. As one grasps the hand of a friend at parting, he looked his
+	last at things which were inanimate. He rambled in the deep, dark
+	groves whither he had so often gone in health, to enjoy their Gothic
+	grandeur, to breathe the spirit of the religion they inspire, or to murmur
+	in their deepest shades the accents of his pure and passionate love.
+	He inscribed his name for the last time upon the smooth bark of a tree;
+	then leaving them forever, as he emerged into the gay meadows, he
+	turned to me with tears and said:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>&#8216;Ye woods, and wilds, whose melancholy gloom</p>
+			<p>Accords with my soul&#8217;s sadness, and draws forth</p>
+			<p>The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart!&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>He clambered the steep hill-side, and sinking exhausted beneath a
+	smitten tree, enjoyed the picturesqueness of the scene; the meadows,
+	the streams, the pasture-grounds, the dappled herds, the sereneness of
+	the summer skies, cleft by the wing of the musical lark, in all their
+	purity of blue. He sat beside the sea-shore, and watched the big billows
+	breaking and bursting at his feet; and as he looked where the
+	waters and the sky met together in the far horizon, he exclaimed, &#8216;Now
+	indeed do I long to fly away!&#8217; Then he returned to his pillow, never
+	to go forth again. &#8216;I shall die,&#8217; he said, &#8216;when the season is in its
+	prime and glory; when the fields are green and the trees leafy; and the
+	sunlight shall shimmer down through the branches where the birds sing
+	over my grave.&#8217; Then casting a look at his books, where they stood
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page131" name="page131"></a>131</span>neatly arranged on the well-filled shelves, he lamented that he had not
+	time to garner half the stores of a beautiful literature; to satisfy his
+	perpetual thirst; to drink to the full at the &#8216;pure wells of English undefiled.&#8217;
+	There were the Greek poets, whom he would have more intimately
+	cherished, (he had been lately absorbed in the sublimity of the
+	&#8216;Prometheus Vinctus;&#8217;) there was the great master and anatomizer of
+	the human heart, who knew how to detail the springs of action common
+	to all ages, the paragon of that deep learning which is not derived from
+	books, but gleaned by his genius from all nature with a rare intuition,
+	and with an incomprehensible power of research. In him what mines
+	of instruction, what sources of undiscovered delight, what philosophy
+	yet to be grappled with, to be laid to the heart! Charles Lamb has with
+	a quaint melancholy depicted the pain of parting from his books, and
+	from the indefinable delights laid up in each dear folio. Yet after all,
+	what is the literature of one age but the reproduction, the remoulding,
+	the condensation of the literature of another; the loss and destruction
+	of its waste ore, but the re-setting of its gems, and the renewed investiture
+	of all its beauties. There is no glowing thought, no exquisite
+	conception, no sublime and beautiful idea, which is not imperishable as
+	the mind itself, and which shall not be carried on from age to age, or
+	if destroyed or lost upon the written page, revived by some happy coincidence
+	of intellectual being, and perpetuated and enjoyed, here or
+	hereafter, wherever mind exists. A communion like this will be a
+	communion of spirits. A finer organization, expanded faculties shall
+	rapidly consume the past; but oh, the future! what glories are to be
+	crowded into its immensity? How shall knowledge be commensurate
+	with the stars, or wander over the universe? Now bring me the written
+	Revelation, the written word. It clasps within its volume all excellencies,
+	all sublimities of speech; secrets which could not be developed
+	by reason, nor found in the arcana of human wisdom. Henceforth
+	this shall be my only companion, and its promises shall light my passage
+	over the grave.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>I marked the lustrous beaming of his eye, and from that time he
+	looked at all things on the &#8216;bright side.&#8217; His very love could think
+	upon its object without a tear, and look forward to a pure and eternal
+	re-union. At last the hour of dissolution came. I knew it by its unerring
+	symptoms; yet still I listened to his passionate, poetic converse.
+	It was for the last time; I was in the chamber of death. What observer
+	can mistake it; the darkened windows, the stillness, the grouping,
+	the subdued sobs, the awful watchfulness for the identical moment when
+	a lovely and intellectual spirit breaks its bonds, as if the strained vision
+	could detect the spiritual essence. What a heart-sickness comes over
+	those who love! What a change in the appearance of all things! The
+	very sun-light is disagreeable, the very skies a mockery; the very
+	roses unlovely. We look out of the casement, and see the external face
+	of nature still the same; how heartless, how destitute of sympathy,
+	now appears the whole world without, with the home, that inner world!
+	How can those birds sing so sweetly on the branches; how can the
+	flowers bloom as brightly as ever; how can those children play so
+	gleefully; how can yon group laugh with such unconcern! He is an
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page132" name="page132"></a>132</span>only son. Though wan, and wasted in all his lineaments, his pure
+	brow, his gentle expression, tell that he was worthy to be loved. Can
+	no human power restore him to the arms of a fond mother? It is in vain!
+	The spirit flutters upon his lips; it has departed. But it has left behind
+	it a token; a clear, bright impress; a smile of undissembled love and
+	purity; an expression beaming with the last unutterable peace; the
+	graces which were so winning upon earth, but which shall attain their
+	perfection in heaven.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">FREEDOM&#8217;S BEACON.</h2>
+
+
+	<div class="epigram">
+	<p>&#8216;To-day, to-day it speaks to us! Its future auditories will be the generations of men, as they rise up
+	before it and gather round it&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">Webster.</span></p>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;To-day it speaks to us!&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Of &#8216;the times that tried men&#8217;s souls,&#8217;</p>
+	<p>When hostile ships rode where yon bay</p>
+	<p class="i2">Its deep blue waters rolls:</p>
+	<p>When the war-cloud dark was lowering</p>
+	<p class="i2">Portentous o&#8217;er the land;</p>
+	<p>When the vassal troops of Britain came</p>
+	<p class="i2">With bayonet, sword and brand.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;To-day it speaks to us!&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Of brave deeds nobly done,</p>
+	<p>When patriot hearts beat high with hope,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Ere Freedom&#8217;s cause was won:</p>
+	<p>Of the conflict fierce, where fell</p>
+	<p class="i2">New-England&#8217;s valiant men,</p>
+	<p>Who waved their country&#8217;s banner high,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Though warm blood dyed it then!</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>And will its voice be still</p>
+	<p class="i2">When the thousands of to-day,</p>
+	<p>Who have come like pilgrim-worshippers,</p>
+	<p class="i2">From earth shall pass away?</p>
+	<p>Oh no! &#8216;the potent orator&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="i2">To future times shall tell</p>
+	<p>Where Prescott, Brooks, and Putnam fought,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Where gallant Warren fell.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8217;Twill speak of these, and others&#8212;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Of brave men, born and nurst</p>
+	<p>In stormy times, on Danger&#8217;s lap.</p>
+	<p class="i2">Who dared Oppression&#8217;s worst:</p>
+	<p>Of Vernon&#8217;s chief, and he who came</p>
+	<p class="i2">Across the Atlantic flood,</p>
+	<p>To offer to the patriot&#8217;s God</p>
+	<p class="i2">A sacrifice of blood.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Long as the &#8216;Bay State&#8217; cherishes</p>
+	<p class="i2">One thought of sainted sires,</p>
+	<p>Long as the day-god greets her cliffs,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Or gilds her domes and spires;</p>
+	<p>Long as her granite hills remain</p>
+	<p class="i2">Firm fixed, so long shall be</p>
+	<p>Yon Monument on Bunker&#8217;s height</p>
+	<p class="i2">A beacon for the free!</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page133" name="page133"></a>133</span>
+
+	<h2 class="title">A WINTER TRIP TO TRENTON FALLS.</h2>
+
+	<h3 class="subtitle">IN THREE SCENES.</h3>
+
+	<h4 class="chapter_title">SCENE FIRST.</h4>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">Morning</span>; eight on the clock. <span class="special_name">Billing&#8217;s Hotel</span>, Trenton. Outside,
+	a clear bright sun glancing down through an atmosphere sparkling with
+	frost, upon as fine a road for a sleigh-ride as ever tempted green-mountain
+	boys and girls for a moonlight flit. Inside, a well-furnished breakfast-table,
+	beef-steak, coffee, toast, etc., etc. On the one side of it your
+	correspondent; serious, as if he considered breakfast a thing to be attended
+	to. He is somewhat, as the lady on the other side of the table
+	says, <em>somewhat</em> in the &#8216;sear leaf,&#8217; by which name indeed she is pleased
+	to call him; but there is enough of spring in her, to suffice for all deficiencies
+	in him. Like the morning, she is a <em>little</em> icy, but sunshiny,
+	sparkling, exhilarating, thoughtful, youthful&#8212;and decided. She takes
+	no marked interest in the breakfast.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Sear leaf!&#8217; Madam, say on.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I wish to go to the Falls.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;To what!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;To the Falls&#8212;to Trenton Falls.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>He drops his knife and fork. &#8216;Whew! what! in winter?&#8212;in the
+	snow?&#8212;on the ice?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Certainly; that is just the season.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Crazy! You were there in the <span class="keep_together">summer&#8212;&#8212;&#8217;</span></p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I know it; every one goes there in summer. I must see them
+	now. There&#8217;s no time like it; in their drapery of snow and ice; in
+	the sternness and solitude, the wild grandeur of winter!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;How you run on! You&#8217;ll miss the cars at Utica.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I don&#8217;t care.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You&#8217;ll be a day later in New-York.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I don&#8217;t care. I must see them in their hoary head.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You wish to see if they look as well in gray hairs as I do, perhaps.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Yes.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You really must go?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Yes.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You are a very imperious young lady; and allow me to say, that
+	although some young <span class="keep_together">gentlemen&#8212;&#8212;&#8217;</span></p>
+
+	<p>Lady, interrupting him: &#8216;Shall I ring the bell?&#8217; She rings it. Enter
+	landlord. She orders the horse and cutter.</p>
+
+	<h4 class="chapter_title">SCENE SECOND.</h4>
+
+	<p>Enter landlord: &#8216;All ready, Sir.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Will you allow me to ask if your feet are warmly clad, Madam?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page134" name="page134"></a>134</span>&#8216;I am ready for the ascent of Mont Blanc, or a ramble with a hunter
+	upon the shore of Hudson&#8217;s Bay.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Very well; now for the cutter.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Landlord, just step round, if you please, and put that buffalo-robe a
+	little more closely about the lady. Hold fast, hostler! That horse
+	likes any thing better than standing still.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Ay, ay, Sir.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Now we are ready. Let go! Away we dash; &#8216;on for the Falls!&#8217;
+	Gently, my good horse, gently round this corner; now &#8216;go ahead!&#8217;
+	How do you like my steed, Madam?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;A rein-deer could not transact this little business better.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Is not this a glorious morning?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Vivifying to the utmost! How far we fail of becoming acquainted
+	with the face of nature, when we only come to look upon it in summer!
+	It is as if one should only look upon the human face in the hues of
+	youth, and never upon the gray head; on the brow where high thoughts
+	have left their impress; on the face which deeper and sterner knowledge,
+	research, patience, have made eloquent, while stealing away the
+	rose. As for me, though I am but a girl, I like to see sometimes an old
+	man; one who in the trial-hour of life has kept his integrity; and when
+	the snows of age fall on him, he gently bends beneath their weight, like
+	those old cedars yonder by the way-side, beneath their weight of snow.
+	Wherever the eye can pierce their white vesture, all is still deep spring-green
+	beneath; unchanged at heart&#8212;strong and true. So I like to
+	look on you, Sere Leaf.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Thank you! You have a gift at compliments.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Summer reminds one of feeling and Lalla Rookh; Winter; of intellect
+	and Paradise Lost.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<p>&#8216;How your voice rings in this clear air! Do you know what Dean
+	Swift says a sleigh-ride is like? &#8216;Sitting in the draft of a door with
+	your feet in a pail of cold water!&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Abominable! libellous! Exhilaration and comfort are so blended
+	in me <span class="keep_together">that&#8212;&#8212;</span> But is not that the house?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Ay; here we are! Smoke from the chimney; some one is there
+	to welcome us, no doubt. Gently, my Bucephalus, through this gate!
+	There comes the landlord. Treat my horse well, if you please; we
+	are going to the Falls.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<h4 class="chapter_title">SCENE THIRD.</h4>
+
+
+	<p>&#8216;Madam, are you ready for the woods?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Quite. How still the air is! Why don&#8217;t you thank me for insisting
+	on coming? You have no gratitude. There&#8217;s not two inches of
+	snow on the ground. It all seems piled upon these grand old trees.
+	There! see that tuft of it falling and now spreading into a cloud of
+	spangles in the sun-light which streams down by those old pines. Hark!
+	the roar of waters! The sound seems to find new echoes in these
+	snow-laden boughs, and lingers as if loth to depart.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;This way, Madam; the trees are bent too low over the path to allow
+	a passage there. We are near the bank which overlooks the first fall.
+	Take my arm; the brink may be icy. Lo! the abyss!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page135" name="page135"></a>135</span>&#8216;Magnificent! What a rush of waters! How the swollen stream
+	foams and rages!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;And see! the pathway under the shelving rock where we passed
+	in summer is completely colonnaded by a row of tall ice pillars; gigantic,
+	symmetrical&#8212;fluted, even. What Corinthian shaft ever equalled them!
+	What capital ever rivalled the delicacy or grace of those ice-and-hemlock
+	wreaths about their summits!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;And see those pines, rank above rank, higher and higher; stately
+	and still and snow-robed like tall centinels! Perhaps, Sear Leaf, the
+	Old Guard might have stood thus in the Russian snows over <span class="special_name">Napoleon</span>,
+	when he bivouacked on the hill-side, and sought rest while his spirit
+	was as wildly tossed as the waters that dash beneath us.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Yes, Lady; or it may be that these trees in their perpetual green,
+	in their calmness and dignity, may be emblematic of the way in which
+	the angels who watch on earth look down on man. Perfect rest on perfect
+	unrest.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Ah! you grow gloomy.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Took I not my hue from you? On, then, for the higher fall!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;These trees seem to have increased in stature since the summer we
+	were here. As we proceed, the snow lies thicker on them, and the
+	branches seem closer locked; the roof overhead more complete. How
+	still the woods are! Our very foot-fall is noiseless.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Influenced by the scene, they pass on in silence along the path which
+	leads round the foot of the cone-like hill toward the cottage by the higher
+	Falls, whose deep roar now breaks upon the ear, and rolls through the
+	motionless forest. Thus then the Lady to Sear Leaf:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Has <span class="special_name">God</span> any other temple like this?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Never a one, reared by any hand save His!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;What organ ever rolled so deep a bass through arches so grand!
+	See how the sunlight glances amid the gnarled branches of the roof, and
+	here and there falls through on the floor below; making those low icy
+	forms look like the shrubs of the valley of diamonds in the eastern
+	story. Just so it is that the light of truth struggles through entangled
+	and dark mazes of human error, and here and there illuminate some
+	humble mind with its pure ray; while others, tall and strong and
+	haughty, like those old trees, are left darkened.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You have a noble nature, and should be nobly mated. But here we
+	are upon the brow of the hill which leads to the cottage. The snow is
+	deeper here: gently, now; a slide down this bank might check even
+	<em>your</em> enthusiasm. Take my arm; there&#8212;so; safe at the bottom! Let
+	us go forward upon the platform of the cottage over the Falls. No
+	bench? Well, sit upon my cloak.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;No, I won&#8217;t.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You must. There; be <em>pleased</em> to sit and rest. What a gorgeous
+	display of frost-work and flashing light on fantastic forms of ice! How
+	the spray rises and waves and changes its hues in the sun! And the
+	trees, how delicately each sprig of the evergreens is covered with a
+	dress so white and shining &#8216;as no fuller on earth could whiten them.&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Even so, Sear Leaf; And I love to think that the same one who
+	wove the glorious dress to which you refer, to gladden Peter, made this
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page136" name="page136"></a>136</span>dazzling drapery, and gave us eyes to look upon it. It recalls to my
+	mind the song of the Seraphim: &#8216;The whole earth is full of thy glory!&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Did they not, Lady, sing of a moral glory?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;No; decidedly no. There was no moral glory in the earth when
+	they sang that song. Even the chosen people of <span class="special_name">God</span> are then and
+	there denounced as having abandoned Him. No; it was the glory of
+	the works of His hands, such as we look upon this day, which elicited
+	their praise.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I believe your exegesis is right. The scene is glorious. Summer
+	in all her loveliness has no dress like this. She has no hues equal to
+	the play of colors on these walls and columns of ice, extending far as
+	the eye can reach down the ravine, and towering in more than colossal
+	grandeur. The water is in treble volume, and force and voice; and
+	as it rolls its white folds of spotless foam down the valley, it reminds
+	one of the great white throne of the Revelations, and this wavy foam the
+	folds of the robe that filled the temple.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;It is inexpressibly, oppressively beautiful, Sear Leaf!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Speaking of Revelation, how accurate is the description in Manfred
+	of this scene!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Let me hear it:&#8217;</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">It</span> is not noon; the sun-bow&#8217;s rays still arch</p>
+	<p>The torrent with the many hues of heaven,</p>
+	<p>And roll the sheeted silver&#8217;s waving column</p>
+	<p>O&#8217;er the crags headlong perpendicular,</p>
+	<p>And fling its lines of foaming light along</p>
+	<p>And to and fro, like the pale courser&#8217;s tail,</p>
+	<p>The giant steed to be bestrode by Death,</p>
+	<p>As told in the apocalypse.&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Well, Madam, why are you silent? Shall we go?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;No. I could stay here till nightfall. I was thinking of the lines
+	succeeding those you have repeated:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p class="i12">&#8212;&#8212;&#8216;No eyes</p>
+		<p>But mine now drink the sight of loveliness,&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Am I nobody?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;We are alone here. How many of the light of heart, in youth and
+	strength and beauty, climbed these rocks, shouted in these old woods,
+	and gathered the summer flowers along these banks&#8212;and passed away!
+	Where are they now! Some who wrote their names in the traveller&#8217;s
+	book in this cottage, have them now written by others on their tombstone.
+	One I knew well, who, full of health and beauty, passed up this
+	wild ravine, who has faded like the flowers she culled, and is now in her
+	father&#8217;s house, to pass in a few more days to heaven. And of all the
+	rest, did we know their history, what a picture would it give of life!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;You are thoughtful for one so young.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Are not twenty years enough to make one a moment thoughtful?
+	Tell me now, thou of the gray head, of what art <em>thou</em> thinking?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Of earth&#8217;s fairest scene, blent with her fairest daughter.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Bravo! For what fair lady on your native mountains did you frame
+	that compliment twenty years ago?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Madam!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Well?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;It is time to return.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">G. P. T.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page137" name="page137"></a>137</span></p>
+	<h2 class="title">THE RUINS OF BURNSIDE.</h2>
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p><span class="first_word">Sadly</span>, amid this once delightful plain,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Stern ruin broods o&#8217;er crumbling porch and wall,</p>
+			<p>And shapeless stones, with moss o&#8217;ergrown, remain</p>
+			<p class="i2">To tell, Burnside, the story of thy fall:</p>
+			<p>These ancient oaks, although decaying, green,</p>
+			<p>Like weary watchers, guard the solemn scene.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>Where cowslip cup and daisy sweetly bloomed,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Hemlock and fern, in rank luxuriance spread;</p>
+			<p>Where rose and lily once the air perfumed,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Wild dock and nettle sprout, no fragrance shed:</p>
+			<p>And here no more the throstle&#8217;s mellow lay</p>
+			<p>Awakes with gladsome song the jocund day.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>O&#8217;er yon church wall the ivy creeps, as fain</p>
+			<p class="i2">To shield it from thy withering touch, Decay;</p>
+			<p>No pastor ever more shall there explain</p>
+			<p class="i2">The sacred text, nor with his hearers, pray</p>
+			<p>To the Eternal Throne for grace divine;</p>
+			<p>Nor sing His praise, nor taste the bread and wine.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>And here of yore the parish school-house stood,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Where flaxen-pated boys were taught to read;</p>
+		<p>At merry noon, in wild unfettered mood,</p>
+		<p class="i2">They rushed with boisterous glee to stream or mead;</p>
+		<p>The care-worn teacher homeward wends his way,</p>
+		<p>And freer feels than his free boys at play.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>Yon roofless cot, which still the alders shade,</p>
+		<p class="i2">While all around is desolate and sere,</p>
+		<p>Perchance the dwelling of some village maid,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Who fondly watched her aged parents here;</p>
+		<p>And with her thrifty needle, or her wheel,</p>
+		<p>Earned for the lowly three the scanty meal.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>Close by yon smithy stood the village inn,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Where farmers clinched each bargain o&#8217;er a glass;</p>
+			<p>And oft, amid mirth&#8217;s unrestricted din,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Would Time with softer foot, and swifter pass.</p>
+			<p>The husband here his noisy revel kept,</p>
+			<p>While by her lonely hearth the good wife wept.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>At lazy twilight, &#8217;neath yon ancient elm,</p>
+			<p class="i2">The village statesmen met in grave debate,</p>
+			<p>And sagely told, if at their country&#8217;s helm,</p>
+			<p class="i2">How bravely they would steer the ship of state</p>
+			<p>From treacherous quicksands or from leeward shore,</p>
+			<p>And all they said, betrayed their wondrous lore.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>I&#8217;ve seen the thoughtless rustic pass thee by;</p>
+			<p class="i2">In thee, perhaps, his ancestors were bred,</p>
+			<p>And, at my question, point without a sigh,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Where calmly rest thy unremembered dead;</p>
+			<p>I asked thy fate, and, as he answered, smiled,</p>
+			<p>&#8216;Thus looked these ruins since I was a child.&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>Methinks, Burnside, I see thee in thy prime,</p>
+			<p class="i2">When thou wert blessed with innocent content,</p>
+			<p>Thy robust dwellers, prodigal of time,</p>
+			<p class="i2">Yet still with cheerful heart to labor went;</p>
+			<p>Nor envied lordly pomp, with courtly train,</p>
+			<p>Of empty rank and fruitful acres vain.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page138" name="page138"></a>138</span>Methinks I see a summer evening pass,</p>
+			<p class="i2">When thou wert peopled, and in sinless glee</p>
+			<p>Methinks the lusty ploughman and his lass</p>
+			<p class="i2">Dance with unmeasured mirth, enraptured, free,</p>
+			<p>While seated from the joyous throng apart,</p>
+			<p>The blind musician labors at his art.</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>Though fancy, wayward as the vagrant wind,</p>
+			<p class="i2">May picture scenes of unambitious taste,</p>
+			<p>Yet vainly now, we look around to find</p>
+			<p class="i2">Thy early beauty mid this dreary waste;</p>
+			<p>Unmourned, unmissed, thus in thy fallen state,</p>
+			<p>Thou art an emblem of the common fate!</p>
+		</div>
+
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>Before the stern destroyer all shall bow,</p>
+			<p class="i2">And sweet Burnside, like thine, &#8217;twill be my lot</p>
+			<p>To lie a ruin, tenantless and low,</p>
+			<p class="i2">By friends unmentioned, and by foes forgot:</p>
+			<p>As earth&#8217;s uncounted millions I shall be&#8212;</p>
+			<p>No mortal think, no record speak of me!</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">Kenneth Rookwood.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">CORONATION OF GEORGE THE FOURTH.</h2>
+
+	<h3 class="byline">BY THE LATE WILLIAM ABBOTT.</h3>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">There</span> is one great and peculiar characteristic in all the movements
+	of <span class="special_name">John Bull</span>. A more gullible epitome of the human race does not
+	exist. Let the case be right or wrong, only apply to him an inflammatory
+	preparation, through the medium of a little exaggerated truth, and
+	his frame is prepared to receive the largest dose of monstrous improbabilities
+	that can possibly be administered; and till he has had his &#8216;full
+	swing&#8217; in the expression of his outraged feelings and boiling indignation,
+	you might as easily attempt to check the mighty torrent of Niagara.
+	John, however, is a free agent, and on the truest principles of freedom
+	will hear but one side of the question as long as his prejudices continue;
+	and after all, I believe it may fairly be put down to an honest impulse
+	in favor of the oppressed, and a determination that no man, however
+	elevated in rank, shall be screened from that equal justice which England
+	delights in according. But the scales of justice, though equally
+	balanced in the courts, get so bruised and bespattered in the minds of
+	the fickle multitude, that time alone will bring them to their proper
+	equilibrium. Let us travel back to the impeachment of the <span class="special_name">Duke of
+	York</span>, in the case of the celebrated <span class="special_name">Mrs. Clark</span>. To attempt to palliate
+	the acts of His Royal Highness was to commit an overt act of treason
+	against the sovereign people; to admit his indiscretions, but deny his
+	guilty participation, or even knowledge of the peculations committed in
+	his name, would expose one to the reputation of being either a fool or a
+	madman. The sage counsellors of the city, those bright constellations
+	immortalized in all ages, not only set the noble example of awarding
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page139" name="page139"></a>139</span>the freedom of the city to the immortal Colonel Wardle for his
+	wholesale calumnies, but services of plate poured in from all parts; and
+	even a portion of the legislators of Great Britain were offering up their
+	humble adoration at the shrine of an accomplished courtezan. What
+	was the result? Reflection gradually triumphed; all the gross and
+	filthy exaggerations were sifted through the dirty channels which had
+	given rise to them; a sober judgment at length was given; and the
+	Duke, though not freed from the responsibility of having been betrayed
+	into great errors, was honorably and universally acquitted of all intentional
+	wrong. From that moment a more popular prince was not in
+	existence; and with the exception of those human infirmities &#8216;which flesh
+	is heir to,&#8217; few men descended to the grave more really beloved. The
+	chief of the gang of persecutors, Colonel Wardle, shrunk into miserable
+	retirement, and died &#8216;unwept, unhonored, and unsung.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<p>This, however, was nothing when compared with the mighty fever of
+	excitement produced in the public mind by the arrival of <span class="special_name">Queen Caroline</span>
+	in England. Here was political diet to satisfy the cravings of all
+	parties; a stepping-stone to popularity in which all ranks participated.
+	The peer, the lawyer, the church-warden, down to the very skimmings
+	of the parish; sober rational people; the class so honorably prized in
+	England, the middle class, also became enthusiasts in the cause of the
+	&#8216;most virtuous Queen that ever graced these realms.&#8217; The independent
+	voters of Westminster; the illustrious class of donkey-drivers; the retailers
+	of cats&#8217;-meat; all, all felt a noble indignation at the treatment of
+	&#8216;<span class="special_name">Keveen Caroline</span>.&#8217; Days that if allotted to labor would have increased
+	the comforts of their homes and families, were freely sacrificed to
+	processions in honor of Her Majesty. Addresses poured in from every
+	parish in the vast metropolis; representatives of virtuous females were
+	hired, all dressed in white&#8212;sweet emblem of their purity! Perhaps
+	England was never nearer the brink of engulphing ruin. The high
+	Tory aristocracy almost stood alone at this momentous period. The
+	public sentiment took but one tone at the theatres; and &#8216;<span class="special_name">God</span> save the
+	<span class="special_name">Queen</span>&#8217; was continually called for. At Covent-Garden and Drury-Lane
+	an occasional struggle was made against the popular cry, but it
+	was speedily drowned in clamor. The trial commenced, and an unfortunate
+	witness appeared on behalf of the crown, who obtained the universal
+	cognomen of &#8216;<i>Non mi Ricordo</i>.&#8217; This added fuel to the fire; and
+	the irritation of the public mind was roused into phrenzy by the impression
+	that perjured witnesses were suborned from foreign countries to
+	immolate the Queen upon the altar of vengeance. If the Queen&#8217;s
+	counsel had been satisfied with allowing the evidence for the prosecution
+	to remain uncontradicted, and suffered the case to stand upon its
+	own merits, Her Majesty must have been acquitted; but &#8216;by your own
+	lips I will condemn you&#8217; was made too manifest in the defence. The
+	division left so small a majority, that ministers wisely abandoned any
+	farther prosecution of the case. I heard most of the speeches of the
+	defence; and it was curious to observe the different modes of argument
+	adopted. <span class="special_name">Brougham</span> was an advocate, pleading eagerly a doubtful
+	cause; <span class="special_name">Denman</span> was the enthusiastic defender of a Queen conscious of
+	her innocence, and setting all personal considerations at defiance. The
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page140" name="page140"></a>140</span>public feeling, no longer fed by an opposing power, calmly settled down,
+	and men began to wonder at the cause of their phrenzy. The innocence
+	of the Queen did not appear so manifest, as the unwise and heartless
+	treatment she experienced. &#8216;A widowed wife, a childless mother;&#8217;
+	these were powerful enough to excite the deepest sympathy; and certainly
+	a much harder lot could not have befallen the humblest of her sex. Theatres
+	are very commonly the touchstones by which one may discover the
+	bearing of the public mind; and Her Majesty, by way of proving it,
+	visited all the minor theatres, which were densely crowded upon each
+	attendance. A play was then commanded at the two Theatres Royal.
+	The effect produced at Drury-Lane I do not recollect; but it is certain
+	that the announcement at Covent-Garden reduced rather than increased
+	the receipts. The pit was but moderately attended, and the boxes nearly
+	deserted. This was a touchstone from which there was no escaping;
+	and it was really a mortifying scene to witness the utter neglect with
+	which majesty was received. But alas! the bitter cup of mortification
+	was to be drained to the very dregs; and the Queen&#8217;s own rashness, or
+	the bad advice of wrong-headed counsellors, hastened the catastrophe.</p>
+
+
+	<p>A short period had elapsed, when the public attention was gradually
+	directed toward <span class="special_name">the Coronation</span>. The court papers teemed with descriptions
+	of the expected magnificence. The length of time that had
+	intervened between the coronation of George III. and the intended
+	pageant of George IV., excited all the feeling of novelty. The known
+	magnificence of the King, his undisputed taste, and his gallant, princely
+	bearing, all kept attention on the <i>qui vive</i>. The unfortunate Queen, who
+	obstinately rejected all compromise, remained in the country; and like
+	an ignis fatuus, disturbed the serenity of men&#8217;s minds, and kept alive a
+	feeling of anxiety. Mr. Harris, the manager and one of the proprietors
+	of Covent-Garden, was gifted with a tact always ready to take advantage
+	of scenes of passing interest. He lost no time in reviving the
+	second part of Henry IV., with all the splendor of the coronation. The
+	champion on this occasion excited much more interest than all the beauties
+	of <span class="special_name">Shakspeare</span>, and the theatre was nightly crowded to suffocation.
+	The whole company of performers paraded in the procession; and though
+	a member of the peerage, I cannot exactly call to mind the title I bore;
+	which, however, with my accustomed good fortune, I exchanged for a
+	real character at the real coronation. Having the honor of being known
+	most particularly to the Earl of Glengall, he with the greatest kindness
+	made me his page upon that memorable occasion. This certainly was
+	a very distinguished mark of his friendship, for only one Esquire was
+	allotted to each peer, and the greatest interest was made to obtain those
+	appointments.</p>
+
+
+	<p>The eventful morning came; and London presented at day-break
+	crowds of carriages of every description, and its floating population
+	pouring in dense masses to every point that possessed the slightest degree
+	of interest. Lord Glengall, in order to avoid the misery of passing
+	through crowded streets, and of being every moment impeded in his
+	course, engaged apartments in Lambeth, at Godfrey and Jule&#8217;s, the
+	boat-builders, where he slept the night preceding. His lordship had
+	appointed me to breakfast with him there, at six o&#8217;clock on that eventful
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page141" name="page141"></a>141</span>morning; I was resolved to be in time, and at half past two, <span class="small_all_caps">A. M.</span>, I
+	left my home and fell in with a line of carriages on my way toward
+	Westminster bridge. I found that many of them had been there from
+	twelve the preceding night; peers and peeresses in their robes, gently
+	moving, not hastening, to the desired spot. After waiting some two
+	hours with exemplary patience, and finding my case entirely hopeless,
+	I wisely took the precaution of driving to the water-side at Chelsea, for
+	the purpose of procuring a boat. As it is possible that some of the distinguished
+	artists of the day may wish to convey my appearance to posterity,
+	I will give a description of my dress; and I shall also feel greatly
+	obliged, if at the same time they will select the best-looking portrait of
+	me for the likeness: a scarlet tunic, embroidered with gold-thread; a
+	purple satin sash, with a deep gold fringe; a ruff <i>Ć  la Elizabeth</i>; white
+	satin pantaloons; shoes with crimson rosettes; black velvet hat and
+	feathers. My hair, not naturally curling, had been put in graceful
+	<i>papillote</i> the preceding evening. As I write in the reign of Queen
+	<span class="special_name">Victoria</span>, the reader will readily believe that people are not much in
+	the habit of walking about the streets in such a costume. Imagine
+	therefore my arrival at the watermen&#8217;s landing very soon after five
+	o&#8217;clock in the morning; a splendid sun pouring, if not absolutely a flood
+	of light, yet its lovely beams upon my person. Crowds of little girls and
+	boys instantly gathered on the spot, receiving me with small voices but
+	loud huzzahs, as I descended from the carriage. A boat was immediately
+	ordered; but as there were several at the landing, all but the
+	one engaged naturally felt the cruelty of not being permitted to come
+	in for their share of extortion on such an occasion.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I say, Sir,&#8217; said one of the unwashed, &#8216;them&#8217;s a pretty pair of red
+	ribbands in your shoes; I want just such a pair for my little &#8217;un at
+	home.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<p>I knew there was only one way of dealing with them; I therefore
+	put on one of my blandest smiles, and gently replied: &#8216;Well, my good
+	fellow, if you will give me your address, I will send you a pair to-morrow.&#8217;
+	This settled the affair in good humor, and I was suffered to reach
+	the boat without farther annoyance. We had put into the stream but
+	a short distance, when I encountered a boat-full of roysterers; for old
+	father Thames was thickly studded on this occasion with boats of all
+	classes; when one turned to another in the boat and cried out in the
+	most lugubrious accents, which did not fail to excite shouts of laughter:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I say, Bill, is that &#8217;ere feller a man or a voman?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>I thought now I had fairly passed my ordeal and might go on in peace;
+	but no; we were obliged to pull in near shore, as we were rowing
+	against tide. Milbank was crowded, and from the midst of the polite
+	assemblage a gentle female voice cried out:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;My eyes! Tom! if there isn&#8217;t one of Astley&#8217;s riders!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>I at length arrived at my place of appointment, and had a good hearty
+	laugh at breakfast over my little annoyances. While engaged in that
+	interesting meal, the shouts of the people passed across the water. It
+	was occasioned by the arrival of the Queen, who was refused admittance
+	to the Abbey. Almost all parties blamed her for the attempt, nor
+	did she produce the sensation she had evidently calculated upon. It
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page142" name="page142"></a>142</span>was like trying to renew a lost game, when all interest had subsided.
+	It was the final blow to all her ambitious aspirations, which speedily
+	ended, where all our vanities must end, in the silent grave. I wish it
+	to be perfectly understood that I have no idea of entering into a rivalry
+	with Hume, in giving another History of England; but as these events
+	of stirring interest passed within my own time, and of which I was a
+	close observer, I trust the introduction will not appear misplaced; taking
+	into consideration that I profess to give my general reminiscences, and
+	not simply to confine them to my profession. Perhaps it would be wise
+	on my part to drop a veil over the gorgeous spectacle; for like a visit
+	to the Falls of Niagara, the most enlarged description a prudent person
+	ought to indulge in, would be simply, &#8216;I have seen the Falls;&#8217; so if I
+	were to show my prudence, I should say, &#8216;I saw the Coronation.&#8217; But
+	how is it possible to refrain from giving expression, however slight and
+	sketchy, to scenes of such unexampled magnificence?</p>
+
+	<p>We crossed the river at seven o&#8217;clock, and had the advantage of
+	passing through the private residence of one of the principal officers of
+	the House of Commons, and marched on to Westminster Hall without
+	impediment. I had a distinct ticket for the Abbey where I had no duty
+	to perform; and indeed throughout the day it was purely nominal. I
+	had therefore all the advantages of passing and repassing at my own
+	will and discretion, and of paying visits to the Palace-Yard to different
+	friends who had secured places to witness the procession. On first
+	entering that most magnificent of halls, it was impossible not to be
+	struck with its gigantic proportions and superb embellishments. Galleries
+	were erected for the peeresses, foreign ambassadors, and the most
+	distinguished visitors. Admirable arrangements were also made for
+	that portion of the public who had been so fortunate as to procure a
+	Lord Chamberlain&#8217;s ticket. Costume also was strictly attended to here,
+	no gentleman being admitted save in full court-suit or military uniform;
+	and the ladies of course shone in all the splendor that gave grace to
+	their lovely forms, and added a native lustre to all the artificial aids
+	which gave such light and brilliancy to the glowing scene.</p>
+
+	<p>The monotony of the early part of the morning was relieved by the
+	absurd evolutions of the gentlemen from the cinque-ports who had the
+	privilege of carrying the Canopy of the Cloth of Gold over His Majesty.
+	If truth may be told on state occasions, it must be said that they did
+	not perform their movements with much grace. They were not regularly
+	disciplined troops, but fairly occupied the position of the &#8216;awkward
+	squad.&#8217; It had the effect, however, of exciting a good deal of merriment;
+	indeed I have seldom seen a rehearsal produce such striking
+	effects. The high and imposing ceremonies of the Church, partaking
+	largely of the grand and mystic formula which belonged to our cathedral
+	service before the Reformation, and which again bids fair, at least
+	partially, to occupy its altars, impressed upon the vast and brilliant
+	assemblage gathered beneath the Gothic roof a mingled feeling of
+	royalty and devotion, which was in former days the very essence of
+	chivalry, and which seemed to have taken new growth in this advanced
+	age, from the associating link of ancient costume, which met the eye
+	at every turn. The austere and solemn silence of the place was lost
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page143" name="page143"></a>143</span>in the mingled feelings which occupied all hearts; and as the lofty
+	chants of the church swelled into divine melody, a half-breathing, a
+	solemn, suppressed emotion, spoke deeply to the heart of other realms
+	above. It is impossible to hear the loud swell of the organ and exquisite
+	melody of the varieties of the human voice harmoniously blended, and
+	bursting forth together in one loud and glorious song of praise, without
+	feeling that our destiny is more than earthly. It should be taken into
+	consideration that there is a vast multitude on the outside, who are
+	really getting impatient for their part of the pageant. It is true, those
+	who have secured places in the different splendid pavilions erected in
+	the immediate vicinity of the platform, are more at their ease, and with
+	the aid of long purses can indulge in all the luxuries so amply provided
+	by liberal caterers; but still &#8216;fair play&#8217; is our motto; and we will at
+	once throw open the abbey-doors and marshal forth the most brilliant
+	<i>cortƩge</i> that ever issued from its sacred walls; the herb-woman, Miss
+	Fellows, and her attendants, strewing the path with flowers, blending the
+	red rose and the white together, symbolical of the fact, that &#8216;no longer
+	division racked the state,&#8217; but that unreserved allegiance was due to the
+	monarch before them. The excitement of the morning with respect to
+	the <span class="special_name">Queen</span> had not entirely subsided; and some few greetings must
+	have caught the <span class="special_name">King&#8217;s</span> ear, that were not expressive of unbounded
+	loyalty; but these formed a very slight proportion of the people. <span class="special_name">Lord
+	Castlereagh</span> came in also for his share of these unseemly greetings;
+	but his noble glance and really majestic appearance; his smile, not
+	of disdain, but which marked an unflinching firmness of resolve;
+	speedily converted their anger into applause. <span class="special_name">The Duke of York</span> and
+	<span class="special_name">Prince Leopold</span> excited great interest by their dignified and elegant
+	deportment. The <span class="special_name">King</span>, as he passed up the hall, was greeted with the
+	most enthusiastic cheering and the waving of handkerchiefs from the
+	Ć©lite of both sexes; but he appeared oppressed and worn down with
+	fatigue, in which doubtless anxiety had its portion. His Majesty then
+	retired to an apartment prepared for his reception, to take some repose
+	during the royal banquet.</p>
+
+	<p>The long tables running down the hall on each side were covered
+	with rich damask; triumphal arches and every ingenious device that
+	could by possibility bear upon the pageant, were lavishly placed upon
+	the tables, splendidly ornamented with artificial flowers, rivalling the
+	goddess Flora herself. The entrance to the hall was a grand Gothic
+	archway; but one of the most singular effects produced, was by the
+	numerous chandeliers in <i>ormolu</i> hanging from the lofty roof, sending
+	forth myriads of little twinkling stars, that essayed to dim the light of
+	the sun, who here and there sent in his beams through the narrow loopholes
+	and windows of the hall, to catch a glimpse of the splendid ceremonies.
+	The banquet commenced; and it was not a little amusing to
+	see the city authorities maintain their charter by commencing a most
+	formidable attack upon the turtle and the viands which were so profusely
+	spread over the table. Not a moment was lost. Triumphal
+	arches quickly assumed the appearance of shapeless ruins, and wines
+	from every quarter of the globe paid a heavy duty upon being deposited
+	in the city vats!</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page144" name="page144"></a>144</span>At length the martial clangor of the trumpet announced the royal
+	banquet. His Majesty took his seat on the <i>dais</i>, with the imperial crown
+	upon his head amid the deafening shouts of the up-standing noblesse of
+	the land. <span class="special_name">Lord Glengall&#8217;s</span> seat was high up in the hall; and next to
+	him, on one side, was the <span class="special_name">Earl of Blessington</span>, whom I had the honor
+	of knowing, and the <span class="special_name">Earl of Falmouth</span> on the other, both of whom are
+	now gathered to their fathers. They insisted upon my taking a seat
+	with them, to which of course I was nothing loath; and there I fully
+	participated in all the luxuries of the table, instead of waiting like an humble
+	page for the remains of the feast. Lord Blessington requested me
+	to go into the peeresses&#8217; gallery and endeavour to procure refreshments
+	for <span class="special_name">Lady Blessington</span>. I had never seen her ladyship; but her famed
+	beauty and talents did not render the task one of great difficulty. Amid
+	a blaze of beauty, I soon discovered the fair lady, to whom I was to enact
+	my part of Esquire. In return for the attentions I had the good fortune
+	to offer, I received most gracious smiles, and the blandest of speeches,
+	and felt myself rise in stature as I again paced the ancient hall. At
+	length one of the most imposing ceremonies commenced; and many a
+	swan-like neck was stretched to catch a glimpse of the unapproachable
+	magnificence of the scene; the entrance of the champion (accompanied
+	by the hero of a thousand battles,) in a full suit of armor and superbly
+	mounted on a white charger with a plume of feathers on its head; the
+	<span class="special_name">Marquis of Anglesea</span>, similarly caparisoned; the <span class="special_name">Lord Howard</span> of
+	Effingham, and others of comparatively less note. It had been whispered
+	that Mr. Horace Seymour (now <span class="special_name">Sir Horace</span>,) had been selected
+	by His Majesty for that important character, and his splendid appearance
+	would perhaps under other circumstances have justified the choice. The
+	right, however, was hereditary, and the real representative would indeed
+	have shown craven, and unworthy the high distinction, if he had relinquished
+	so honorable a position. The anecdote which is related at the
+	coronation of George III., of the challenge having been accepted in behalf
+	of <span class="special_name">Prince Charles Stuart</span>, after the gauntlet was dashed upon the
+	earth, was here omitted; for here, happily, there was an undisputed
+	succession. After the champion had drank to the health of &#8216;<span class="special_name">George the
+	Fourth</span>, the rightful monarch of Great Britain,&#8217; in a cup of gold sent
+	by His Majesty, (and which is retained by the champion,) he and the
+	accompanying nobles backed their horses the whole distance down the
+	hall, gracefully bowing to their monarch at distinct intervals, amid the
+	most enthusiastic cheering.</p>
+
+
+	<p><span class="special_name">Walter Scott</span> was there, his eye sparkling with delight, and devouring
+	that magnificence of which <em>his</em> pen alone could convey the unlimited
+	splendor. <i>Non nobis Domine</i> was given by a numerous choir most
+	superbly; and the whole of the ceremonies were at length concluded.
+	I left the hall with the loss of my cap and feathers, and in a humble
+	beaver, which I borrowed from a friend in the immediate vicinity, I
+	elbowed my way through the crowd, sated with splendor and fairly exhausted.
+	London was a blaze of light, and Hyde Park, I presume for
+	the first time, was brilliantly illuminated. Fireworks of the most dazzling
+	description shot meteor-like from every open spot in the vast metropolis,
+	and the pyrotechnical art displayed in the parks at the government
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page145" name="page145"></a>145</span>expense beggared all description. As I have already stated,
+	Covent-Garden Theatre made a golden harvest by anticipating the
+	coronation; but it was left for Drury-Lane to give as near as possible a
+	fac-simile of the one that had so recently taken place. A platform was
+	thrown over the centre of the pit, across which the procession took place.
+	<span class="special_name">Elliston</span> repeated it so often to crowded houses, that at length he fancied
+	himself the <span class="special_name">King</span> <i>de jure</i>; and his enthusiasm carried him to such
+	an extent, that on one occasion he stopped suddenly in the centre of the
+	platform, and with a most gracious and benignant smile, extended his
+	arms at full length and gave the audience a regal blessing, in the following
+	pithy sentence: &#8216;<em>Bless ye, my people!</em>&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">I FOLLOW.</h2>
+
+	<div class="epigram">
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p class="centered_line">&#8216;O! mon roi!</p>
+	<p class="centered_line">Prends comme moi racine, ou donne-moi des ailes</p>
+	<p class="centered_line">Comme a toi!&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">Victor Hugo.</span></p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p><span class="first_word">Eagle</span>! that coursing by on mighty pinion,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Cleaving the cloud with firm and dauntless breast,</p>
+		<p>Hast deigned to stoop thee from thy proud dominion,</p>
+		<p class="i2">To circle in thy flight my lowly nest.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>I mark thee now, all heavenward ascending,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Thy far form cresting the cerulean,</p>
+		<p>Above earth&#8217;s shadows on thy pathway wending,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Thine eye of fire aye fixed upon the sun.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>Oh! as I watch thee, all unfettered sweeping</p>
+		<p class="i2">High o&#8217;er the rift that weighs my pinion here,</p>
+		<p>I yearn like thee my plume in ether steeping,</p>
+		<p class="i2">To soar away through yon free atmosphere.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>Thine eye was on my spirit&#8217;s humble dwelling,</p>
+		<p class="i2">And as I met its all pervading rays,</p>
+		<p>I felt along each vein new nature swelling,</p>
+		<p class="i2">And my weak heart grow strong beneath thy gaze.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>And thus infused with thine unfearing spirit,</p>
+		<p class="i2">My wing, that scarcely might essay yon rack,</p>
+		<p>Casting the feebleness it did inherit,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Would boldly dare with thee the upward track.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>And think not I would sink: no, all unquailing,</p>
+		<p class="i2">I poise me now to follow on thy way;</p>
+		<p>To mount the tempest-cloud with nerve unfailing,</p>
+		<p class="i2">And thread the path whereon the lightnings play.</p>
+		</div>
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>Press on! strong plumed! on tireless wing upspringing,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Thy course be ever toward the empyrean;</p>
+		<p>And at thy side my bonded spirit winging,</p>
+		<p class="i2">Will mount with thee till thy high goal be won!</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><span class="location">New-York, December, 1843.</span> <span class="author">Mary E. Hewitt.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page146" name="page146"></a>146</span></p>
+
+	<h2 class="title">REMINISCENCES OF A DARTMOOR PRISONER.</h2>
+	<h3 class="subtitle">NUMBER ONE.</h3>
+
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">It</span> was my fortune to be taken prisoner in India during the war of
+	1812. I was, with others, confined in Fort William at Calcutta, for
+	several months, until the authorities could find an opportunity to send
+	us to England. At length the Bengal fleet being ready for their return
+	voyage, the prisoners were distributed on board the several vessels
+	which composed it. I was placed with a few others on board the
+	&#8216;Lord Wellington,&#8217; and being in a destitute condition, I agreed to assist
+	in working the ship to England, at the same rate as the regular hands
+	on board. The fleet rendezvoused in the near vicinity, and consisted of
+	something over thirty sail, most of them of the largest class, and equal
+	in size to a line-of-battle ship. They were well armed, some carrying
+	thirty or forty guns, with a plentiful supply of muskets, pikes, etc.
+	This had been customary for many years, as a protection against the
+	French privateers and men-of-war, which swarmed the Indian ocean;
+	in many instances proving themselves more than a match for their
+	enemies, and sometimes beating off large class frigates.</p>
+
+	<p>On going on board, I found between four and five hundred people,
+	including officers, passengers, and crew. The captain was a large
+	heavy-built man, very unwieldy, and remarkable only for having a
+	large, long body placed upon very small legs. He reminded me of an
+	ill-constructed building, ready to fall by its own weight. He appeared
+	never to be happy unless he was &#8216;in hot water,&#8217; either with the passengers
+	or crew. There were six mates, or more properly lieutenants,
+	for all the officers were in uniform. There were also a dozen or more
+	midshipmen, a boatswain and his two mates, gunners, quarter-masters,
+	armorers, sail-makers, and carpenters in abundance. In short, we
+	were fitted out in complete man-of-war fashion; not forgetting the
+	cat-o&#8217;-nine-tails, which was used with great liberality. The crew was
+	made up of all nations, but the majority consisted of broken-down men-of-war&#8217;s
+	men, who being unfit for His Majesty&#8217;s service had little fear
+	of imprisonment. The others were composed of Portuguese, Dutch,
+	Italian, etc.; and taken altogether, one would have inferred that they
+	must have been drafted from Falstaff&#8217;s regiment of taterdamallions.</p>
+
+	<p>One fine morning the fleet got under way. Nothing note-worthy or
+	interesting however occurred until we made the island of Ceylon, where
+	we lay a couple of days; during which time the crew <em>got</em> and <em>kept</em> most
+	unaccountably drunk. The officers tried every method to solve the
+	mystery, but without effect. The truth was, the men became suddenly
+	fond of cocoa-nuts, selecting them from the bum-boats in preference to
+	any other fruit. The secret was, that the shell was bored before the nut
+	was quite ripe, the juice poured out, and <i>Arrack</i> substituted in its
+	place. Our next place of stopping was Madras, where we took in
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page147" name="page147"></a>147</span>more cargo, but no more cocoa-nuts, as no fruit-boats put off to us,
+	the weather being too rough to admit of it.</p>
+
+	<p>We had now been at sea several weeks, and had many among our
+	crew and passengers upon the sick-list. Of the former, was a young
+	man on his first voyage. He had been ill more than a week, and there
+	being no physician on board, there was little or nothing done for him.
+	At length he became delirious at intervals; and during the whole of
+	the last night of his existence he made the most piercing and heart-rending
+	cries; calling incessantly for his mother and sister, and
+	lamenting that he should never see them more. Poor fellow! before the
+	next night he was sewed up in his hammock, with a couple of shot at
+	his feet; prayers were read over him, and in the presence of his silent
+	and pensive ship-mates, he was consigned to the ocean, that vast and
+	sublime grave of countless millions of our race. Several weeks after
+	this occurrence, one of the passengers, a Frenchman, died of the consumption,
+	and was buried in the same way; and had not the subject
+	been of too serious a nature, the event would have partaken somewhat
+	of the ludicrous. As usual, the shot was placed at the feet of the dead
+	body, but proved to be insufficient to sink it. The consequence was,
+	that the head and shoulders remained above the surface, bobbing up and
+	down, until we lost sight of it in the distance. The captain&#8217;s clerk
+	always officiated as Chaplain at the funerals and divine service;
+	which latter, by the way, was more of a farce than any thing else; for
+	I have known more than one instance where they have been interrupted
+	in the very midst by a squall of wind. Then to see the hubbub; the
+	congregation dispersed; some ordered aloft, with such pious (though
+	sometimes more forcible) ejaculations as: &#8216;Lay aloft there, you lubbers!
+	<span class="keep_together">D&#8212;n</span> your bloods! I&#8217;ll see your back-bones! I&#8217;ll set the cat at
+	you!&#8217; etc.</p>
+
+	<p>We now approached the Cape of Good Hope. The weather became
+	lowering; and as the day advanced, heavy masses of black clouds gradually
+	arose above the horizon, and palled the sky. Night came on
+	suddenly, and with it the threatened storm in all its fury. The darkness
+	was as it were the quintessence of an ink-bottle. <em>Nothing</em> could be
+	seen, save when the lightning gleamed, or when the rockets which were
+	sent up from the Commodore, and broke forth, spreading their lurid,
+	baleful light to give notice to the squadron of their position; then for an
+	instant the whole scene was lit up with a hideous glare, when all would
+	subside again into tenfold darkness. This, accompanied by the whistling
+	of the wind, the roar of thunder, and the booming of a gun at intervals
+	from the Commodore, to give notice for putting about, gave a
+	grandeur and sublimity to the scene, which I have never seen surpassed.
+	Fear gave way to excitement; and the idea of perishing amid
+	this terrible war of the elements was worth years of the monotony of
+	every-day life. I thought too of the Flying Dutchman, but did not fall
+	in with him until some time after, and then it was by day-light, and
+	without the poetry of &#8216;darkness, and cloud, and storm.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>The tempest gradually subsided, and at the end of two or three days
+	scarcely a breath of wind was to be felt. Angry Nature had changed
+	her frowns for sportive smiles; the face of the great deep was like polished
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page148" name="page148"></a>148</span>glass; but there was a long swell of the ocean, apparently of miles in
+	length; its bosom heaving and sinking, as if still oppressed with its late
+	troubles. Our ship lay utterly unmanageable, her sails flapping idly
+	against the masts. There was not sufficient wind to make her answer
+	the helm; and there we lay, rolling and plunging, expecting every moment
+	to see our masts go by the board. The lower yards dipped at every
+	roll; and so great was the strain, that it drew the strong iron ring-bolts
+	by which the guns were secured, and the lashings which fastened the
+	large water-butts broke loose. This was at night; and the power and
+	speed with which these heavy articles were driven from side to side was
+	truly terrific. It took all hands the whole night, (and not without great
+	danger) to secure them. The next day, a new and greater danger presented
+	itself in a different form. A large ship, about the size of our
+	own, lay in the same helpless condition; and by reason of a current, or
+	some other cause, approached so near that it became truly alarming.
+	Both vessels were rolling their keels nearly out of the water; and had
+	they come in contact, it would have been certain destruction to both.
+	It was necessary that something should be done immediately; and the
+	crews of both vessels were ordered into their respective boats, with
+	lines attached to the ships; and with several hours&#8217; hard labor at the
+	oars, they were enabled to separate them.</p>
+
+	<p>It was about this time that I had a view, not of the Flying Dutchman
+	exactly, but of his ship, while standing on the forecastle early one morning.
+	There had been a fog during the night, and a portion of the vapor
+	still hung over the surface of the water. I had remained in that position
+	but a few moments, when my attention was called by the boatswain&#8217;s-mate,
+	who stood near by: &#8216;Look yonder!&#8217; said he, pointing with his finger.
+	I looked in the direction indicated, and lo! there lay the mystic
+	&#8216;Phantom Ship.&#8217; She was only a few yards off; perfectly becalmed,
+	with no more motion than if painted on canvass, and apparently not over
+	six feet long, yet perfect in every respect. I was gazing in admiration,
+	with my eyes rivetted upon the object, when there came a light breath
+	of air, so light that I could hardly feel it; presently the mist began
+	gradually to rise and disperse; the ship began to recede; the magic
+	scene was at an end! A breeze had sprung up, and the phantom-ship
+	proved to be one of the fleet; and by a signal from the Commodore, she
+	took her station in line with the other vessels. I never saw any
+	thing like it before nor since. The atmospheric delusion was astonishing;
+	but it was nothing new to the old boatswain&#8217;s-mate. All the other
+	vessels were obscured by the fog, and this happened to be the nearest to
+	us. Had the others been in sight they might (or might not) have presented
+	the same appearance. Possibly the position of that particular
+	ship helped to produce the effect. The sight of so large a fleet formed in
+	two lines, extending four or five miles, each convoyed by a man-of-war,
+	like a troop of soldiers led on in single-file by its officers, was &#8216;beautiful
+	exceedingly;&#8217; especially when the rising or setting sun illuminated
+	their white sails, and a signal-gun from the Commodore changed their
+	course; every ship in that vast fleet, at the cry of &#8216;About ship!&#8217; moving
+	as by one mind, and gracefully bowing to, and as it were saluting, the
+	breeze! It was a scene never to be forgotten.</p>
+
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page149" name="page149"></a>149</span>The wind gradually increased until it became a smart breeze, and we
+	soon neared the Island of St. Helena. Here we first heard of the
+	downfall of <span class="special_name">Napoleon</span>, the greatest warrior of all ages; one who struck
+	such terror into the souls of combined Europe, that they dared not let
+	him go free, and imposed upon Great Britain the honorable task of becoming
+	his jailor; and her very heart quaked within her bosom while
+	life remained in his; doomed though he was to perpetual and hopeless
+	exile, upon an isolated rock in the midst of the ocean. On seeing the yellow
+	flags, with the motto &#8216;<i>Orange boven</i>,&#8217; flying at the mast-heads of the
+	shipping, and hearing of the overthrow of the power of France, our old
+	Dutch boatswain&#8217;s-mate, (who in his youth had served with the brave
+	Admiral De Winter, and who had braved the &#8216;battle and the breeze&#8217; for
+	more than half a century,) was touched to the very depths of his stout
+	heart. He was completely melted, and wept like a child over the fallen
+	fortunes of <span class="special_name">Napoleon</span>. &#8216;Holland,&#8217; said he, &#8216;has lost her best friend.
+	Who like him will watch over and protect my country!&#8217;  He was naturally
+	of a cheerful disposition; but from that time to the close of the
+	voyage, he appeared sad and disheartened, and a smile scarce ever
+	came over his countenance. I may remark in passing, that there were
+	on board of our ship some ten or fifteen Dutch prisoners, who were the
+	remnant of a large force that had formerly been garrisoned at the
+	island of Java. All but these few had been gradually wasted away by
+	pestilence and the poisoned spears and knives of the natives; and Holland,
+	being so much engaged in her wars at home, had no means of aiding
+	so distant a colony. Such was their condition when the island fell
+	into the hands of the English; and they were rescued from destruction
+	by the natives, only by becoming prisoners of war to the English.
+	They were all old men, and some of them could speak a little English:
+	they used to relate to me their former condition, and talk of their future
+	prospects. The tale was a sad one. When young they were &#8216;kidnapped,&#8217;
+	as they termed it, by the government, as no volunteers could be
+	got to serve in that sickly climate.  They were forced from home and
+	their parents at a tender age and sent to that far country, whence they
+	had no prospect of ever returning, or hearing from their friends. Some
+	of them had been absent for forty years, during which time they had
+	seen none of their connexions, and seldom heard from them; for many
+	years all intercourse had been dropped. They felt themselves entire
+	strangers in the world; they were going to Holland to be sure, but not
+	to their home. After the lapse of so many years, where could they
+	seek for their friends? Death and other causes had removed and scattered
+	them; and they almost dreaded the time when they should again
+	set their feet upon the land of their fathers. Having been many months
+	their associate in imprisonment, I took a deep interest in these poor fellows;
+	participated in their feelings, and parted from them with regret.
+	Peace to their memories!  They have without doubt long ere this
+	ended their weary pilgrimage of life.</p>
+
+
+	<p>We remained at St. Helena several weeks, waiting for the China
+	fleet, during which time we took in a fresh supply of provisions, water,
+	etc. This now famed island is nothing more nor less than a huge irregular
+	block of granite, rising perpendicularly from the midst of the sea.
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page150" name="page150"></a>150</span>The town, what there is of it, is built in a gully or chasm in the rock:
+	the inhabitants are composed mostly of the military establishment and
+	those connected with it, with perhaps a few exceptions. The island is
+	only useful as a stopping-place for outward and homeward bound India-men,
+	etc; and the inhabitants would be in a state of starvation, were
+	it not for the supplies of provisions which they obtain from the shipping
+	which put in there. All manner of coins from all manner of countries
+	are in circulation here; and all copper coin goes for a penny, be it
+	twice the size of a dollar, or as small as a five-cent piece. A person
+	that way minded might soon make a large and curious collection here.</p>
+
+	<p>The China fleet now made its appearance, and after a few days&#8217;
+	delay we all got under weigh, with a convoy of a frigate, a sloop-of-war,
+	and a transport full of troops, who on their arrival in England
+	were ordered immediately to the United States, where they were sadly
+	cut up at the battle of New-Orleans. We left the island with a stiff
+	breeze, which continued with fine clear weather for several days. The
+	fleet amounted to over seventy sail, and was arranged in two lines;
+	and in fine weather, with all sail set, we composed a beautiful spectacle.
+	During the whole of the voyage the utmost precaution was used to prevent
+	an attack or capture by privateers, or national vessels of the
+	enemy. Lights of every kind were strictly forbidden at night, except
+	through a special order from a superior officer, and a double watch
+	was kept day and night.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Land, ho!&#8217; cried the look-out at the mast-head, one day. It proved
+	to be what is termed the Western Islands, which lay directly ahead of
+	us. &#8216;Sail, ho!&#8217; was the next cry; and all eyes were turned toward
+	the strangers. They were two &#8216;long, low, black-looking schooners,&#8217;
+	lying-to very quietly, about three miles ahead.  &#8216;See the <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;d</span>
+	Yankees!&#8217; shouted all hands, in full chorus, as the American flag was
+	displayed at their gaff. A thrill shot through my nerves; my heart
+	swelled, and my eyes filled with tears, as I beheld the Flag of my
+	Country for the first time for many months. No one can imagine the
+	love he bears his native land, until he tests it as I have done. Many
+	were the speculations as to the probability of capturing the saucy privateersman;
+	for by this time all the sail that the convoy could possibly
+	set was spread in chase of the enemy, who as yet had made no attempt
+	to fly, although apparently but a stone&#8217;s throw ahead of us. Our captain
+	was the only one in my hearing who seemed to doubt their being
+	taken: &#8216;The <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;d</span> scamps know too well,&#8217; said he, &#8216;what their craft
+	can do, to trust themselves so near us.&#8217; We now appeared close on
+	board of them, and the chase well under way, when each fired a gun
+	in defiance or derision, and darted off like birds. It was now nearly
+	dark, and we were not far from land, for which one of the schooners
+	seemed to fly right before the wind, closely pursued by the frigate, under
+	all the canvass she could set. The other put out to sea, close-hauled
+	upon the wind. The brig and transport, the fastest craft in the fleet,
+	crowded all sail, but without nearing the schooner, as she could lie at
+	least two points more to windward than her pursuers. They both
+	escaped! The frigate being disabled, by springing her fore-top-mast,
+	gave up the chase; the others relinquished the pursuit as fruitless, and
+	rejoined the fleet.</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page151" name="page151"></a>151</span>The night was extremely dark; and the next morning two large
+	vessels were missing. It seemed that the privateers had returned, and
+	hovering around, watched their opportunity, and captured two of our
+	most richly-freighted ships; but as those seas were swarming with
+	British cruisers, they were shortly re-captured and sent to England,
+	where the whole fleet soon arrived. The West-India fleet came into
+	port about the same time; and the amount of wealth brought into London
+	by the safe arrival of the Bengal, China, and West-India fleets,
+	must have been almost incredible. For myself, I was consigned to a
+	dreary prison, &#8216;as will more particularly appear&#8217; in an ensuing number.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+
+	<h2 class="title">A VERITABLE SEA STORY.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY HARRY FRANCO.</h3>
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> sea, the sea, the o&#8212;pen sea, the blue, the <em>fresh</em>;&#8217; but here we halt;</p>
+	<p>Mr. <span class="special_name">Cornwall</span> knew very little about the sea, or he would have written <span class="small_all_caps">SALT</span>.</p>
+	<p class="i8">&#8216;The whales they whistled, the porpoise rolled,</p>
+	<p class="i8">And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;&#8217;</p>
+	<p>Worse and worse; more blunders than words, and such a jumble!</p>
+	<p>Whales <em>spout</em>, but never whistle; dolphins&#8217; backs are silver; and porpoises never roll, but tumble.</p>
+	<p class="i8">&#8216;It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,</p>
+	<p class="i8">And like a cradled creature lies,&#8217; and squalls,</p>
+	<p class="i8">He should have added; but to avoid brawls</p>
+	<p>With the poet&#8217;s friends I&#8217;ll quote no more; but <i>entre nous</i>,</p>
+	<p>Those who write correctly about the sea are exceeding few.</p>
+	<p>Young <span class="special_name">Dana</span> with us, and <span class="special_name">Marryat</span> over the water,<a href="#fn1" class="fnmarker" title="I have unintentionally omitted..." id="fnm1" name="fnm1">1</a></p>
+	<p>Are all the writers that I know of, who appear to have brought a</p>
+	<p>Discerning eye to bear on that peculiar state of existence,</p>
+	<p>An ocean life, which looks so romantic at a distance.</p>
+	<p>To succeed where every body else fails, would be an uncommon glory,</p>
+	<p>While to fail would be no disgrace; so I am resolved to try my hand upon a sea-story.</p>
+	<p>In naming sea-authors, I omitted <span class="special_name">Cooper</span>, <span class="special_name">Chamier</span>, <span class="special_name">Sue</span>, and many others,</p>
+	<p>Because they appear to have gone to sea without asking leave of their mothers:</p>
+	<p>For those good ladies never could have consented that their boys should dwell on</p>
+	<p>An element that Nature never fitted them to excel on.</p>
+	<p>Their descriptions are so fine, and their tars so exceedingly flowery,</p>
+	<p>They appear to have gathered their ideas from some naval spectacle at the &#8216;Bowery;&#8217;</p>
+	<p>And in fact I have serious doubts whether either of them ever saw blue water,</p>
+	<p>Or ever had the felicity of saluting the &#8216;gunner&#8217;s daughter.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>It was on board of the packet &#8212;&#8212;, from feelings deferential</p>
+	<p>To private griefs, I omit all facts that are non-essential:</p>
+	<p>To Havre we were bound, and passengers there were four of us,</p>
+	<p>Three men and a lady&#8212;not an individual more of us.</p>
+	<p>The month was July, the weather warm and hazy,</p>
+	<p>The sea smooth as glass, the winds asleep or lazy.</p>
+	<p>Dull times of course, for the sea, though favorable to the mind&#8217;s expansion,</p>
+	<p>Yet keeps the body confined to a very few feet of stanchion.</p>
+	<p>Our employments were nought save eating, drinking and sleeping,</p>
+	<p>Excepting the lady, who a diary was keeping.</p>
+	<p>She was a very pleasant person though fat, and a long way past forty,</p>
+	<p>Which will of course prevent any body from thinking any thing naughty.</p>
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page152" name="page152"></a>152</span>A very pleasant person, but such an enormous feeder,</p>
+	<p>That our captain began to fear she might prove a famine-breeder;</p>
+	<p>A sort of female Falstaff, fond of jokes and gay society,</p>
+	<p>Cards, claret, eau-de-vie, and a great hater of sobriety.</p>
+	<p>Her favorite game at cards she acknowledged was <i>ecartƩ</i>,</p>
+	<p>But like Mrs. Battle, she loved whist, and we soon made up a party.</p>
+	<p>We played from morn till night, and then from night till morning,</p>
+	<p>Although the captain, who was pious, continually gave us warning.</p>
+	<p>That time so badly spent would lead to some disaster;</p>
+	<p>At which Madame <span class="keep_together">G&#8212;&#8212;</span> would laugh, and only deal the faster.</p>
+	<p>Breakfast was served at eight, and as soon as it was ended</p>
+	<p>Round flew the cards; and the game was not suspended</p>
+	<p>Until seven-bells struck, when we stopped a while for lunch,</p>
+	<p>To allow Madame time to imbibe her allowance of punch;</p>
+	<p>This done, at work we went, with heated blood and flushed faces,</p>
+	<p>Talking of kings, queens, knaves, tricks, clubs and aces.</p>
+	<p>At six bells (three <span class="small_all_caps">P. M.</span>,) we threw down our cards and went to dinner,</p>
+	<p>Where Madame never missed her appetite, whether she had been a loser or a winner;</p>
+	<p>Then up from the almonds and raisins, and down again to the queens and aces,</p>
+	<p>We had only to remove from one end of the table to the other to resume our places;</p>
+	<p>Another pause at six, <span class="small_all_caps">P. M.</span>, for in spite of all our speeches,</p>
+	<p>Madame&#8217;s partner would lay down his cards for the sake of pouchong and brandy peaches;</p>
+	<p>Being French and polite, of course, she only said &#8216;<i>Eh bien!</i>&#8217; but no doubt thought him a lubber,</p>
+	<p>For a cup of washy tea to break in upon her rubber.</p>
+	<p>At four bells (ten <span class="small_all_caps">P. M.</span>,) up from the cards and down again at the table,</p>
+	<p>To drink champaigne and eat cold chicken as long as we were able:</p>
+	<p>With very slight variations this was the daily life we led,</p>
+	<p>Breakfast, whist; lunch, whist; dinner, whist; supper, whist; and then to bed.</p>
+	<p>The sea, for aught we know, was like that which Coleridge&#8217;s mariners sailed on;</p>
+	<p>We never looked at it, nor the sky, nor the stars; and our captain railed on,</p>
+	<p>But still we played, until one day there was a sudden dismemberment of our party;</p>
+	<p>We had dined on soup <i>Ć  la tortu</i>, (made of pig&#8217;s feet,) of which Madame ate uncommonly hearty;</p>
+	<p>And had just resumed our game; it was her cut, but she made no motion;</p>
+	<p>&#8216;Cut, Madame,&#8217; said I; &#8216;Good Heavens!&#8217; exclaimed her partner, &#8216;I&#8217;ve a notion</p>
+	<p>That she <em>has</em> cut for good; quick! help her! she&#8217;s falling!&#8217;</p>
+	<p>And the next moment on the floor of the cabin she lay sprawling.</p>
+	<p>Poor Madame! It was in vain that we tried hartshorne, bathing and bleeding;</p>
+	<p>Her spirit took its flight, tired to death of her high feeding:</p>
+	<p>For spirits are best content with steady habits and spare diet,</p>
+	<p>And will remain much longer in a tabernacle where they can enjoy repose and quiet</p>
+	<p>Than in a body that is continually uneasy with stuffing,</p>
+	<p>And goes about like an overloaded porter, sweating and puffing.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>The next morning at four-bells, the sun was just uprisen,</p>
+	<p>Glowing with very joy to leave his watery prison;</p>
+	<p>The bright cerulean waves with golden scales were crested,</p>
+	<p>Forming the fairest scene on which my eyes had ever rested;</p>
+	<p>The wind was <span class="small_all_caps">S. S. W.</span>, and when they let go the main-top bowline</p>
+	<p>To square the after yards, our good ship stopped her rolling.</p>
+	<p>Madame lay on the quarter-deck sewed up in part of an old spanker,</p>
+	<p>And for this glorious sight of the ocean we had solely to thank her,</p>
+	<p>For to have kept her lying in the cabin would have caused some of us to feel qualmish,</p>
+	<p>And she could not have been kept on deck, as the weather was growing warmish;</p>
+	<p>Therefore it had been resolved in a kind of council, on the captain&#8217;s motion,</p>
+	<p>At sunrise to commit the old lady to the ocean.</p>
+	<p>She was placed upon a plank, resting upon the taffrail, (the stern railing,)</p>
+	<p>One end of which was secured by a bight of the trysail brailing.</p>
+	<p>The captain read the prayers, somewhat curtailed, but a just proportion,</p>
+	<p>The plank was raised, &#8216;Amen!&#8217; the corpse dropped into the ocean.</p>
+	<p>Down in its deep mysterious caves she sunk to sleep with fishes,</p>
+	<p>While a few bubbles rose from her and burst as if in mockery of human wishes.</p>
+	<p>&#8216;Up with your helm; brace round; haul out your bowlines;</p>
+	<p>Clear up the deck; keep her full; coil down your tow-lines!&#8217;</p>
+	<p>The ship was on her course, and not a word said to remind us</p>
+	<p>Of the melancholy fact that we had left one of our number behind us.</p>
+	<p>&#8216;Shocking affair!&#8217; I remarked to Madame&#8217;s partner, who looked solemn as a mummy,</p>
+	<p>&#8216;O! horrid!&#8217; said he; &#8216;<em>I shall now be compelled to play with a Dummy!</em>&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page153" name="page153"></a>153</span></p>
+
+	<h2 class="title">ON A PASSAGE IN MACBETH.</h2>
+
+	<div class="epigram">
+		<div class="poem">
+			<div class="stanza">
+				<p>&#8216;Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,</p>
+				<p>She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.&#8217;</p>
+			</div>
+		</div>
+		<p class="sign"><span class="author">Macbeth.</span></p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">Let</span> us put on one side for a few moments the horrid midnight murder
+	of the gracious Duncan. Let us suppose of the buried majesty of
+	Scotland,</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8216;Upward to Heaven he took his flight,</p>
+			<p>If ever soul ascended!&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Let us for the moment imagine Mrs. Siddons to have been the veritable
+	Lady Macbeth, and acknowledge that never was man more powerfully
+	tempted into evil, nor more deeply punished with his fall from Virtue,
+	than this, the Thane of Glamis and of Cawdor. My concernment in this
+	Essay is neither with his virtue, nor his fall. I neither come to praise, nor
+	bury CƦsar:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+		<p>&#8216;Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,</p>
+		<p>She strike upon the bell. Get <em>thee</em> to bed.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>In the reading I desire should be here given to the language of the immortal
+	bard, it will be perceived that the last pronoun is made emphatic.
+	&#8216;Get <em>thee</em> to bed.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>The household of the castle of Macbeth, excited and disturbed as its
+	members had been throughout the day by the unexpected arrival of the
+	King of Scotland at Inverness, are now subsiding into rest. The King
+	has retired. His suite are provided for in various parts of the quadrangle;
+	and all the tumultuary sounds of preparation and of festive
+	enjoyment have followed the departed day; and Banquo charged with
+	a princely gift to the Lady Macbeth under the title of <em>most kind hostess</em>,
+	from her confiding and now slumbering monarch, has paid his compliments
+	and gone.</p>
+
+	<p>Now comes the deeper stillness, and the witching hour of that eventful
+	night; and the noble Thane, having gone the rounds of his hushed
+	castle to place all entrances under both watch and ward, turns to his
+	torch-bearer, the last remaining household servant of the train, and
+	dismisses him with the message I have read. The words excite no surprise
+	in the mind of the attendant. He receives the command and departs
+	upon his errand; to deliver it as had doubtless been his office before,
+	and then retire for the night:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>&#8216;Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,</p>
+			<p>She strike upon the bell.&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Admired Editor, I have now that to say in thine ear that may possibly
+	startle thy preceptions, shock thy wishes, and for the moment interfere
+	with thy store of tragick recollection. I would have thee imagine
+	with me, that Macbeth, stifling all murderous intent, and all disloyal
+	thought, had honestly gone down at the sound of the bell, and, as must
+	have been his wont as is shewn from the manner in which his attendant receives
+	the charge, had soberly partaken of the warm and grateful drink
+	his noble partner had prepared for his refreshing and composing use.</p>
+
+	<p>Imagine the illustrious and majestick pair, their household having
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page154" name="page154"></a>154</span>entirely withdrawn, seated in the deep silence of the night, on either
+	side of a small table as was their happy wont, and gently, calmly, dispassionately,
+	and elegantly sipping that prepared beverage; that &#8216;drink
+	made ready&#8217; by hands then yet innocent and spotless. Imagine the
+	ingredients of which that dilution must have been composed! Not
+	wine for wine is always &#8216;ready.&#8217; O call it not by any other W! Let
+	it not be named Glenlivet; think not upon Ferintosh. It was <span class="small_all_caps">PURE
+	REALITY IN THE LUSTRE OF A MILD GLORIFICATION</span>, <em>mingled with droppings
+	of the dew of morning</em>.</p>
+
+	<p>They say that the mind of man is a mere bundle of associations, and
+	that our success in moving it to our purpose depends on our awakening
+	the most powerful, or most agreeable of them. I know not of what
+	associations that of the reader may be composed; but for my own part
+	I think a little warm drink before going to bed upon a night when owls
+	hoot and chimnies are to be blown down, prepared by the small hands that
+	one loves, and that all admire; where a dimple takes place of what in a
+	plebeian hand is a knuckle, and the round fingers taper gently off toward
+	points that are touched with damask and bordered with little rims of ivory;
+	where bright eyes beam with kindness as well as wit; and words fall in
+	silvery tones from a beautifully-formed mouth, like the renewal of life
+	upon the soul of man! I think where one could enjoy all this, it was a
+	monstrous act of folly on the part of Macbeth to fret about the principality
+	of Cumberland, or covet even the whole kingdom of Scotland. For my
+	own part I must say, give me the warm drink and the sweet companionship
+	of that night, and let old Duncan with a hearty welcome sleep up
+	to his heart&#8217;s content the whole &#8216;ravelled sleeve of care!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>Oh Woman! dear, good, kind, blessed, beautiful Woman! chosen of
+	Heaven (and O how well!) for the meet companion of our otherwise
+	forlorn race! is there a moment throughout that whole circle of the Sun
+	which we call Day more sweet to us, than that which follows the well-performed
+	duties of our lot and that gives thee altogether to us at its
+	close, gentle, refined, affectionate, soothing, bland, and unreserved? The
+	hour that precedes retirement for the night, when the early luxury of
+	languor begins to take possession of the senses? When the eyes are
+	not heavy, but threaten to become so, and long silken lashes first make
+	love to each other? When it is time to confine part of that rich hair
+	en papilotte and fold the whole into that pretty cap; to place the feet in
+	small graceful slippers, and let ease put fashion tastefully on one side
+	in the arrangement of the dress?</p>
+
+	<p>Doubtless there is a period during the delirium of youthful fancy
+	when the calmer pleasures are unappreciated at their value, but the
+	Andante of existence follows the Allegro of boyhood; its precious strains
+	fall deeper and more touchingly upon the Sense; and the full Soul longs
+	to yield itself to them, and to share its emotions with the beloved one in
+	tones heard only in her ivory <span class="keep_together">ear&#8212;&#8212;how</span> beautiful! Oh pure of heart,
+	how <span class="keep_together">beautiful!&#8212;&#8212;and</span>, when the belle, still delighting to please, has become
+	the friend; and the mistress, still fascinating, the wife; and one
+	interest, one faith, one hope, one joy, one passion, one life, animate both
+	<span class="keep_together">hearts&#8212;&#8212;oh</span> then,</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+		<p>&#8216;Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,</p>
+		<p>She strike upon the bell. Get <em>thee</em> to bed.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">John Waters.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page155" name="page155"></a>155</span></p>
+	<h2 class="title">THE SMITHY.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY ALFRED B. STREET.</h3>
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">There</span> was a little smithy at the comer of the road,</p>
+	<p>In the village where, when life glow&#8217;d fresh and bright, was my abode;</p>
+	<p>A little slab-roof&#8217;d smithy, of a stain&#8217;d and dusky red,</p>
+	<p>An ox-frame standing by the door, and at one side a shed;</p>
+	<p>The road was lone and pleasant, with margins grassy-green,</p>
+	<p>Where browsing cows and nibbling geese from morn till night were seen.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>High curl&#8217;d the smoke from the humble roof with dawning&#8217;s earliest bird,</p>
+	<p>And the tinkle of the anvil first of the village sounds was heard;</p>
+	<p>The bellows-puff, the hammer-beat, the whistle and the song,</p>
+	<p>Told, steadfastly and merrily, Toil roll&#8217;d the hours along,</p>
+	<p>Till darkness fell, and the smithy then with its forge&#8217;s clear deep light</p>
+	<p>Through chimney, window, door, and cleft, poured blushes on the night.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>The morning shows its azure breast and scarf of silvery fleece,</p>
+	<p>The margin-grass is group&#8217;d with cows, and spotted with the geese;</p>
+	<p>On the dew-wet green by the smithy, there&#8217;s a circle of crackling fire,</p>
+	<p>Hurrah! how it blazes and curls around the coal-man&#8217;s welded tire!</p>
+	<p>While o&#8217;er it, with tongs, are the smith and his man, to fit it when cherry-red,</p>
+	<p>To the tilted wheel of the huge grim&#8217;d ark in the back-ground of the shed.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>There&#8217;s a stony field on the ridge to plough, and Brindle must be shod,</p>
+	<p>And at noon, through the lane from the farm-house, I see him slowly plod;</p>
+	<p>In the strong frame, chewing his cud, he patiently stands, but see!</p>
+	<p>The bands have been placed around him&#8212;he struggles to be free:</p>
+	<p>But John and Timothy hammer away, until each hoof is arm&#8217;d,</p>
+	<p>Then loosen&#8217;d Brindle looks all round, as if wondering he&#8217;s unharm&#8217;d.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Joe Matson&#8217;s horse wants shoeing, and at even-tide he&#8217;s seen,</p>
+	<p>An old gray sluggish creature, with his master on the green;</p>
+	<p>Within the little smithy old Dobbin Matson draws,</p>
+	<p>There John is busily twisting screws, and Timothy filing saws;</p>
+	<p>The bellows sleeps, the forge is cold, and twilight dims the room,</p>
+	<p>With anvil, chain, and iron bar, faint glimmering through the gloom.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I stand beside the threshhold and gaze upon the sight,</p>
+	<p>The doubtful shape of the old gray horse, and the points of glancing light:</p>
+	<p>But hark! the bellows wakens, out dance the sparks in air,</p>
+	<p>And now the forge is raked high up, now bursts it to a glare;</p>
+	<p>How brightly and how cheerily the sudden glow outbreaks,</p>
+	<p>And what a charming picture of the humble room it makes!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>It glints upon the horse-shoes on the ceiling-rafters hung,</p>
+	<p>On the anvil and the leaning sledge its quivering gleams are flung;</p>
+	<p>It touches with bronze the smith and his man, and it bathes old dozing gray,</p>
+	<p>And a blush is fixed on Matson&#8217;s face in the broad and steady ray;</p>
+	<p>One moment more, and the iron is whirl&#8217;d with fierce and spattering glow,</p>
+	<p>And swank! swank! swank! rings the sledge&#8217;s smite, tink! tink! the hammer&#8217;s blow.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;Whoa, Dobbin!&#8217; says Tim, as he pares the hoof, &#8216;whoa! whoa!&#8217; as he fits the shoe,</p>
+	<p>And the click of the driving nails is heard, till the humble toil is through;</p>
+	<p>Pleas&#8217;d Matson mounts his old gray steed, and I hear the heavy beat</p>
+	<p>Of the trotting hoofs, up the corner road, till the sounds in the distance fleet:</p>
+	<p>And I depart with grateful joy to the King of earth and heaven,</p>
+	<p>That e&#8217;en to life in its lowliest phase, such interest should be given.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page156" name="page156"></a>156</span></p>
+	<h2 class="title">THE FINE ARTS.</h2>
+	<h3 class="subtitle">A FEW HINTS ON THE PHILOSOPHY OF SIZE IN ITS RELATION TO THE FINE ARTS.</h3>
+	<h2 class="byline">BY GEORGE HARVEY.</h2>
+
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">It</span> is a common remark made by most persons who visit the mightiest
+	cataract in the world, that it fails to impress one&#8217;s mind with that just
+	idea of its grandeur which truly belongs to its vastness, and which is
+	always formed from attentively reading or listening to a correct verbal
+	or written description of it. Even the most faithful drawings cannot
+	awaken an adequate conception of the majesty, the greatness of <span class="special_name">Niagara</span>.
+	Now the law of optics will serve to convince us that this must ever be
+	so, since the image formed in the dark chamber of the eye is exceedingly
+	small; and as the Falls are always approached gradually from a
+	distance, the surrounding landscape occupies by far the largest portion
+	of the field of vision; hence the descending stream can only sustain a
+	subordinate part in the general view; but when you have approached
+	the very verge of the precipice over which the rolling waters rush with
+	maddening roar; or when, from beneath, you stand upon the piles of
+	broken rocks, and look upward or around, and can only embrace a small
+	portion of the falling waters; then and then only, do the anticipated
+	emotions crowd upon the soul, causing it to stand in trembling awe,
+	vibrating in unison with the fragments of the fallen precipice upon
+	which you tread.</p>
+
+	<p>I remember some years since, in looking at an image of the &#8216;American
+	Falls&#8217; reflected in a camera-obscura which was built on the opposite
+	shore, noticing how extremely insignificant it appeared, notwithstanding
+	the table of vision was five feet in diameter. The descending foam as
+	it was unevenly projected in billowy masses, appeared to move very
+	slowly in its downward course, causing a feeling of impatience at its
+	tardiness: in truth, the whole scene looked very tame and unsatisfactory,
+	and I could not help remarking to a friend who was with me, how utterly
+	impossible it would be for any artist to be thought successful in an
+	attempt to represent them. Nevertheless I made some twenty sketches
+	from as many different points of view; one only of which has procured
+	any commendation, as conveying an idea of the grandeur of the Great
+	Cataract. It is evident therefore that what the eye can take in at
+	one look will never of itself impress the mind with those sublime emotions
+	which we conceive should belong to vastness. Yet there is a
+	physical attribute belonging to subjects having this property of vastness,
+	that will command more attention than the same scene upon a small
+	scale: but the mind must be impressed with the fact, and must draw
+	largely upon it for any emotion of the sublime. It is therefore upon this
+	principle that large portraits will command from the multitude more applause
+	than small miniatures; large oil-paintings than small water-color
+	drawings. The statues on the outside of the Grecian temples
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page157" name="page157"></a>157</span>were colossal, yet in their position they looked small. Most of the
+	works of Michael Angelo are so; but in consequence of the distance
+	at which they are seen, they lose greatly their power to produce grand
+	ideas, because in all cases the image formed upon the optic nerve varies
+	but little in its actual size; since the distance at which things are viewed
+	is in some degree regulated by the size: thus before a large picture,
+	you must station yourself at a relative distance, so as to embrace the
+	whole, while before the small drawing you must be within arm&#8217;s reach;
+	or if a miniature portrait, it must be seen within a few inches, thus
+	making the mirrored picture on the eye vary but little in actual size.</p>
+
+	<p>These few hints will readily account for the mortification experienced
+	by many artists who have painted exceedingly impressive pictures when
+	they are seen in the studios where they were executed, but when they
+	are taken into a large gallery or rotunda, seem lost and look insignificant,
+	save to the few of cultivated minds, who may take the trouble to
+	approach within a proper distance, and shut out all objects which interfere
+	or intrude, and which prevent a true appreciation of their merits.
+	The knowing, time-serving artists, who paint exhibition pictures, have
+	long since understood this law; and accordingly they paint up to what
+	is called &#8216;<em>exhibition-pitch</em>,&#8217; where brilliance and flashiness of color, with
+	an absence of detail, which might interfere with breadth of effect, are
+	of the first importance. Attention is also given to masses of light and
+	shade, that all the forms introduced in the picture may have their due
+	prominence; and a judicious balancing of warm and cool tints, by which
+	harmony is produced, and the eye prevented from being offended by its
+	evident exaggeration of the &#8216;modesty of nature.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p><span class="special_name">Turner</span> may be instanced as the most successful in this style of
+	painting, which he has followed to such an extreme, that his pictures
+	are now attractive only at a great distance, for when they are seen near
+	by, they fail to please, if they do not produce positive disgust. Report
+	represents him as having accumulated upward of one hundred thousand
+	pounds sterling, which he could only have done by adopting this distant,
+	effective style; for if he had continued to finish his pictures in the
+	same manner as he did those of his early works, which procured for
+	him the foundation of his present wide-spread reputation, he would not
+	have realized one eighth of that sum. To paint one of the former,
+	costs but a few hours&#8217; labor, but one of the latter would employ many
+	days if not weeks; yet the momentary effect of pleasure derived from
+	seeing the one is greater than that of the other. Hence those who visit
+	exhibitions, having but a limited time, are gratified; but place one of
+	the chaste productions of <span class="special_name">Claude Lorraine</span>, who diligently followed nature
+	with all the tenderness of a modest student, by the side of one of
+	the tinsel class, and observe the ultimate effect. The former will
+	gradually win your admiration, and continue to arouse pleasing reminiscences;
+	the latter will finally lose its charm, and be regarded with
+	something of the feeling with which one looks upon the ornamental
+	paper of a room. We have had many exhibitions of single large pictures,
+	such as <span class="special_name">Dubufe&#8217;s</span> &#8216;Don Juan,&#8217; which have produced handsome
+	returns to those who have purchased them for such speculating purposes.
+	The parties have been well aware of the physical effects of size; for
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page158" name="page158"></a>158</span>had the same subjects been painted upon a small scale, though equally
+	well executed, they would have been less attractive to the multitude;
+	yet the smaller ones would have reflected the same sized images in the
+	camera of the eye; since, as I have already hinted, to see them properly
+	they must be viewed at short distances, as the large pictures must be at
+	greater proportionate ones.</p>
+
+
+	<p>I will here digress for a moment, in the hope that I may be permitted
+	to make mention of my own works, without incurring the charge of
+	undue egotism. Let me, however, by way of apology for calling public
+	attention to the series of forty small Water-Color Drawings, (painted
+	<i>con amore</i>, and with no idea of gain,) which are now before the public,
+	mention the fact, that the commencement of their publication was owing
+	to a suggestion of Gen. <span class="special_name">Cass</span>, who urged me to undertake the enterprise
+	while I was in Paris. The drawings then consisted of half the present
+	number of landscape views; the localities and subjects of the latter
+	half have been chosen with the purpose of writing appropriate chapters
+	illustrating the progress of civilization and of refinement in the northern
+	part of this continent. The foregoing brief remark applies only to their
+	publication; for their <em>origin</em> dates back to the halcyon days of early
+	life, when I had but just passed my teens; when boyish enthusiasm
+	lends a charm to every dream that finds a home in the fancy or the
+	heart. Then it was that the latent wish was formed of being able, at
+	some future day, to paint the History of the Day; and to carry out this
+	impulsive feeling, I have been brought into sweet communion with divine
+	Nature; and oh! how bounteously has she repaid my studious contemplation
+	with infinite delight! It is not for me to speak of the results.
+	There they are; and every lover of the country may judge of the
+	degree of success I have achieved. I am not so certain that I have
+	equal ability in the use of the pen. The chapters of the first number
+	will speak for themselves; but I must not omit to acknowledge the many
+	obligations I am under to <span class="special_name">Washington Irving</span>, for the friendly revision
+	of my ms. He has given many an elegant turn to a prose sentence,
+	and clothed rude images with graceful drapery. But to resume.</p>
+
+
+	<p>Since then it follows that a small picture, being viewed at its proper
+	focal distance, reflects the same sized image as a larger one at <em>its</em> proper
+	focal distance, I can see no good reason why the physical attribute of
+	<em>largeness</em> should be so eagerly sought for by the public. Surely a gallery
+	of small pictures, provided they be not painfully small, should be
+	preferred to one filled with large ones. We see the principle I am contending
+	for carried out in libraries. The ordinary sized volumes are
+	preferred, for most purposes, to the cumbrous tomes of large folio editions.
+	It is true, a large book will produce in the minds of many persons
+	greater respect than a miniature copy of the same work; but the
+	ideas contained in the one are no better or more impressive than the
+	same contained in that of the other; save the feeling with which the
+	larger one inspires the votary who looks no farther than the outside of
+	the page. The series of forty landscapes alluded to in the above digression,
+	if viewed at the focal distance of eighteen inches, will appear as
+	large as those twice the size, viewed at their proportionate increased
+	distance. An elaborately finished picture, to be seen to advantage,
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page159" name="page159"></a>159</span>must be examined near by. A coarser work, theatrical scenes for
+	instance, painted for distant effect, must be seen accordingly, if you
+	would secure pleasurable emotions. As a general approximative rule,
+	the focal distance at which the spectator should stand in viewing works
+	of art is to be found by measuring the same length from the picture as
+	its size: Thus, one of ten feet in length is to be viewed at that distance;
+	one of eighteen inches at about twenty inches; a small miniature of six
+	inches, at about eight inches. If the work should have no detail, this
+	rule will not hold good; but if there is a faithful transcript of Nature;
+	and she ever delights in unobtrusive beauties, which are particularly
+	obvious in the fore-ground, for she strews them at your feet; then if you
+	approach the artist&#8217;s effort, a work of patient diligence, you can hold
+	converse with her through the medium of his labors.</p>
+
+	<p>I do not attempt to deny the importance of size in winning our first
+	regard: it is a law inseparable from the thing itself; but I must protest
+	against the taste of the age being supplied always with mere physical
+	attributes. The purling stream and babbling brook; the small rill falling
+	from on high, till its feathery stream is lost in mist, are and should
+	be as much sought after as the roaring torrent or the thundering cascade.
+	The effect of the one is to produce awe, that of the other tranquil pleasure.
+	The human mind is not always to be upon the stretch; to remain
+	lifted up as it were upon stilts; our common communion is to be found
+	in enjoyments that are quietly exciting. It is a common remark, that
+	the English language has lost some of its truthfulness by our habit of
+	expressing ourselves in the language of superlatives, through a desire
+	to astonish. Thus we leave nothing for the innate love of truth; nothing
+	to work out the necessary sympathy. Is not this parallel with the
+	desire to see large pictures?&#8212;and should it not receive some regulation
+	from those who have the requisite influence?</p>
+
+	<p>I find the few hints to which in the outset I proposed to confine myself
+	have grown to a greater length than was intended. I will therefore,
+	in closing, simply reiterate the remark, that I see no good reason
+	why the painter of a large picture (or the work itself) should be regarded
+	with more favor than he who paints equally well, but limits the size,
+	unless we consider the white-wash brush a nobler instrument than the
+	camel&#8217;s-hair pencil.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">LIFE: A SONNET.</h2>
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">Whence</span>? whither? where?&#8212;a taper-point of light,</p>
+	<p class="i2">My life and world&#8212;the infinite around;</p>
+	<p class="i2">A sea, not even highest thought can sound;</p>
+	<p>A formless void; unchanging, endless night.</p>
+	<p>In vain the struggling spirit aims its flight</p>
+	<p class="i2">To the empyrean, seen as is a star,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Sole glimmering through the hazy night afar;</p>
+	<p>In vain it beats its wings with daring might.</p>
+	<p>What yonder gleams?&#8212;what heavenly shapes arise</p>
+	<p class="i2">From out the bodiless waste? Behold the dawn,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Sent from on high! Uncounted ages gone,</p>
+	<p>Burst full and glorious on my wondering eyes;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Sun-clear the world around, and far away</p>
+	<p class="i2">A boundless future sweeps in golden day.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">J. G. Percival.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page160" name="page160"></a>160</span></p>
+
+	<h2 class="title">TWO PICTURES.</h2>
+	<div class="epigram">
+		<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.&#8217;&#8212;<span class="special_name">St. Paul</span>.</p>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<h3 class="chapter_title">LOVE CELESTIAL.</h3>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">I see</span> his face illumined by a beatific light,</p>
+	<p>That tells me he is dying fast; the shadows of the night</p>
+	<p>Are passing from his saintly brow and sunken eye away,</p>
+	<p>But he looks beyond them and beholds a never-ending day.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Nay, wonder not that I am calm; the fleeting things of earth</p>
+	<p>Are passing with the flight of time, to their eternal birth:</p>
+	<p>I feel that death will shed on him a halo like the sun,</p>
+	<p>And I shall share it with him, when my pilgrimage is done.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>How quickly fades the earthly frame, and with it too, how fast</p>
+	<p>The agony and sorrow of our mortal doom are past;</p>
+	<p>And when the sight of worldly wo weighs heavy on the breast,</p>
+	<p>How welcome is the voice from <span class="special_name">God</span>, that speaks to us of rest!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>O! painfully the pangs of life his fading frame have worn,</p>
+	<p>But blessed be our <span class="special_name">Father&#8217;s</span> love, that dwells with those who mourn;</p>
+	<p>And though the grave must rend apart our sweet affection&#8217;s bond,</p>
+	<p>On this side is the night, but all is luminous beyond.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I know that more he loves my soul than its transitory shrine,</p>
+	<p>And did I prize the vase alone, when all it held was mine?</p>
+	<p>Let hallowed dust return to dust, give Nature what she gave,</p>
+	<p>For all that dearest was to me, is victor o&#8217;er the grave.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Triumphant will his spirit rise to the Eternal throne,</p>
+	<p>Triumphant wear a crown of light, by earthly trials won:</p>
+	<p>And mid the friends who went before, the angel, sin-forgiven,</p>
+	<p>Shall feel that they can part no more, when once they meet in heaven.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>True, I shall look on him no more, but he will gaze on me;</p>
+	<p>Sweet thought! he from his holy sphere my guiding-star will be,</p>
+	<p>Till purified; and hallowed from every earthly tie,</p>
+	<p>I share with him that smile of <span class="special_name">God</span>, which lights the world on high!</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<h3 class="chapter_title">LOVE TERRESTRIAL.</h3>
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">They</span> tell me he is dying, yet I look upon his brow,</p>
+	<p>And never seemed it half so fair, so beautiful as now;</p>
+	<p>A radiance lightens from his eye, too lovely for the tomb,</p>
+	<p>Too <em>living</em>, for the shadowy realm where all is grief and gloom.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>They tell me he will surely die&#8212;and so at last must all;</p>
+	<p>I know that the Destroyer&#8217;s blight on all mankind must fall;</p>
+	<p>Alas! that we of mortal birth thus hurry to decay,</p>
+	<p>And all we fondly cherish here must fleet so fast away!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>But oh, not now! it is indeed a fearful sight to see</p>
+	<p>The pangs of death their shadows fling on one so dear to me;</p>
+	<p>Nay, speak not of another world, I only think of this,</p>
+	<p>I have no heart to nurse the hope that looks to future bliss.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page161" name="page161"></a>161</span>Perhaps &#8217;tis time; he is not formed for length of happy years,</p>
+	<p>But wherefore darken thus my days with wild distracting fears?</p>
+	<p>If we must part, oh! let me live in rapture while I may;</p>
+	<p>Though hope must darken, while it lasts, let nothing cloud its ray.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Oh, bid me cherish brighter thoughts; my loving soul can tell</p>
+	<p>How sad will be the hour to him that speaks the last farewell;</p>
+	<p>I know his heart is agonized by the approaching doom,</p>
+	<p>I know he loves me better than the cold and fearful tomb!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>It is in vain they speak to me of bliss beyond the sky;</p>
+	<p>This saddening thought afflicts my heart, that if indeed he die,</p>
+	<p>The light that cheered my earthly love will seem obscure and dim,</p>
+	<p>While he abides in purer realms, and I still live for him.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I know that holier hopes and joys around his soul will weave,</p>
+	<p>While he among angelic loves, unconscious that I grieve,</p>
+	<p>Will ne&#8217;er look down to see me weep, nor breathe a single sigh;</p>
+	<p>O, <span class="special_name">God</span>! it is a fearful thought&#8212;and this it is to die!</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">B.</span></p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">THE HERMIT OF THE PRAIRIE.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY PETER VON GEIST.</h3>
+	<div class="epigram">
+		<div class="poem">
+			<div class="stanza">
+				<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">To</span> him who in the love of nature holds</p>
+				<p>Communion with her visible forms, she speaks</p>
+				<p>A various language.&#8217;</p>
+			</div>
+		</div>
+		<p class="sign"><span class="author">Bryant.</span></p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">Wednesday</span>, June twenty-first. How little do people who ride along
+	in their carriages, or rattle over the ground in stage-coaches, or rush
+	over its surface in rail-cars, know of the pleasures of travelling! They
+	roll <em>over</em> the country; they cannot be said to pass <em>through</em> it. They
+	may see new rivers, new mountains, and new faces; but for all the
+	good the last does them, they might as well have stood on the corner of
+	the street in a city half a day, and watched the passers-by. And better
+	too; for hotel-keepers, and waiters, and the whole tribe of public
+	functionaries, have all an artificial, professional look; so that it is difficult
+	to come at their real characters, if indeed they have any. The
+	same is the case, to some extent, with their fellow-passengers. All are
+	so absorbingly interested in their own brilliant thoughts; or they deem
+	it incumbent on them to assume the dignity and authority befitting persons
+	in high stations; (which dignity at home, by the by, is put one
+	side into a dark corner and never thought of,) that it is about as profitable
+	an undertaking to attempt to find out the personal feelings and sentiments
+	of a mask, as theirs.</p>
+
+	<p>But here am I, walking stoutly and merrily along, unincumbered
+	with luggage or care; and because I do not care what the next day or
+	hour may bring forth, every thing seems to turn up just as I would have
+	it if I had the ordering of events. I shall not pause to offer any philosophical
+	conjectures as to the reason why we are invariably disappointed
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page162" name="page162"></a>162</span>in our conclusions, (excepting they are mathematical ones) concerning
+	the future; merely asking the amiable reader whether <em>he</em> ever knew such
+	an anticipation to be exactly realized. I shall not stop to make any
+	such conjectures, because I should only get deeper into the dark, and I
+	am in deep enough for comfort now; and secondly, it is against my principles.
+	I am living out of doors, and make mention only of things out
+	of doors.</p>
+
+	<p>But I trudge stoutly forward, whistling as I go; making myself as agreeable
+	as possible to myself and to every body whom I meet; on jocose
+	terms with every thing; decidedly agricultural in my tastes and pursuits,
+	at every farmer&#8217;s house where I happen to put up for the night: at one
+	place in search of employment as a day-laborer; at another, an artist;
+	by turns every thing. Is not this the way to travel? My steps wander
+	where they choose; and if I keep on to the end of the earth, what will it
+	matter? I will go to the north; assume the dress, language and manners
+	of those who dwell within the frozen circle; I will become a Greenlander;
+	I will go and preach the religion of Mohammed to the inhabitants of
+	Patagonia; I will brush up the gods of Rome; dust that old mythology;
+	compound and simplify the whole into a good, comfortable, believable
+	system, and proclaim Olympian Jove in the deserts of Amazonia. I
+	will be a Turk, an Indian, a Pirate; I will be any thing. What do I
+	care, and who shall say me nay? This sensation of freedom is too
+	delicious to be interrupted by any companionship. And for my part, I
+	want no better companions than this wind, which free as I am, blows
+	against my cheek, and those clouds, that fly in unending succession over
+	my head. O! ye blue chariots of the Thunderer! whither hurry ye
+	so rapidly? Over hill and valley, and countries and cities of men, ye
+	fly unheeding; and borne forward on the swift pinions of the wind, ye
+	speed on your mission afar! What to you are states, and kingdoms, or
+	land or ocean? Furiously driving in black armies to meet opposing
+	armies, or singly floating in that waveless sea of blue, your existence
+	is above the earth; men look <em>up</em> to you with wonder or terror, but <em>your</em>
+	glance is never downward. Onward ye wander, in your unbounded
+	career, at your own free will. Nothing bounds <em>my</em> career or <em>my</em> will.
+	Fleecy ears! if ye would sustain the form of a mortal, triumphantly
+	would you and I sail over the heads of men! Softly, obedient to the
+	impulse of chance, would we glide over continent and sea, and explore
+	the mysteries of undiscovered islands and climes; calmly would I look
+	down on the strife or toil of human passions, and calmly would we ride
+	on forever, through night and day! But if the clouds are not, the earth
+	is, mine&#8212;and I am my own! There are none to molest or make me
+	afraid with the useless importunities or warnings of friendship. My
+	destiny is my own; and it is pleasant not to care what I may be or do.
+	Pleasure is now; sorrow is prospective; and life will be only pleasure,
+	because I let the past and the future go, and crowd as many happy
+	thoughts as possible into the present moment.</p>
+
+	<p>What a spacious plain of the world! Dotted with habitations and
+	with men of all colors, and customs, and conditions! Every one thinks
+	he possesses a soul; and in virtue thereof, he considers himself entitled
+	to set up as an independent existence, and endeavors to move in a little
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page163" name="page163"></a>163</span>path of his own. But in fact, he plods humbly along, and repeats with
+	patient toil the example of labor and unspeculating perseverance that
+	his fathers have set him. A vast multitude, they darken the land!
+	Mighty hopes and aspirations swell each small bosom. Each imagines
+	that his designs are peculiar, and for him in particular was every thing
+	mainly made. An unceasing rush of footsteps and clash of voices!
+	And must I be confounded in the crowd? Let me preserve my individuality
+	in the desert! If I were not an insect, it might be different; but
+	as I am no larger than other men, I will not daily measure myself by
+	their standard; I will forget in solitude the littleness of my stature.</p>
+
+	<p>The shades of evening tinge the green of the fields with a darker
+	hue; and the young farmer goes wearily and yet lightly homeward.
+	Lightly, for he leaves behind him labor and trouble, and his fair-haired
+	wife will greet him with her constant and love-lit smile. Cheerily will
+	the small family draw around their board, covered with the simple and
+	satisfying products of their own soil. And when all care is ended, when
+	night is duskily stealing over the earth, he and his bride will sit down
+	alone in their cottage door, in the red light of the western clouds.
+	Over all the dim landscape there are no sights or sounds; and in themselves
+	there are no feelings but those of contentment and love. In his
+	strong palm her soft hand, on his broad breast reclining her head, their
+	hearts are filled and overflow with sweet thoughts and gentle words of
+	present happiness. Fair prospects also of the future rise up before them.
+	Many years crowned with prosperity they see in store for them; and in
+	each one, many an evening like this, of deep confiding love. Hour
+	after hour, into the deepening night, their low tones and slow words murmur
+	on brokenly; and they know of nothing in all the world that is
+	wanting to their blessedness. What if the dream should last all their
+	life? It may; or if this passes away, another will take its place. The
+	question then seems to be, whether it is better to live in a delusion and
+	be happy, or to wake and be miserable? Whether it is profitable for a
+	man to walk joyfully through life, covering and coloring over every defect
+	in human nature that he may love it, and keep within him a contented
+	heart, or industriously spy out its deformities, and hate it and himself
+	for possessing it? If nature is in reality naked and rugged, happy is
+	he whose imagination can throw over her a robe of grace. Most happy
+	he who <em>can</em> see in his fellow-creatures such qualities that he can love
+	them. For me, I will love sterner scenes and sterner thoughts.
+	Human beauty is an illusion; and it does not become the sober wisdom
+	of manhood to be deceived by it. The young farmer and his young wife
+	may be happy; and so may those who find delight in the crowded hall
+	where taste and beauty meet; where are the sounds of clear-ringing,
+	girlish voices, and many glancing feet, and the innumerable light of
+	maiden&#8217;s eyes, and heavy folds of auburn hair, and the flush of thought
+	and emotion continually passing over fair faces, with the swell of music
+	that thrills, and the air laden with fragrance that intoxicates. Or in the
+	still twilight, by the side of her whose every note makes his pulse to
+	tremble with the breathing of song, and the incense of flowers, and forgetfulness
+	of the world, to feel the thought stealing over his heart that
+	perhaps he is not uncared for. It is sweet, but vain; sweet and vain
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page164" name="page164"></a>164</span>as the smiling, blushing slumber of a young girl. Dream on! dream
+	on! for if you can always sleep, what will matter to you the storms and
+	confusion without?</p>
+
+	<p>But as for me, I cannot sleep. Every thing my eye rests on is harsh
+	and ungraceful, because, having passed through the seven-times heated
+	furnace, I <em>must</em> look through the covering and see the reality.</p>
+
+	<h3 class="chapter_title">MOONLIGHT ON THE RIVER AND PRAIRIE.</h3>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">Wearily</span> I mount this steep eminence, and on its bald summit take
+	off my hat, that I may feel the cool breeze. It comes fresh with the
+	dew that it has snatched in its flight from the bosom of Lake Superior.
+	It rolls over the tall grass of the prairie, which bends beneath its weight,
+	sighs by me, and seems to cling to me as it passes, and moves on toward
+	the arid plains of the South. The Ohio sweeps down in calmness and
+	majesty. With its surface of quicksilver, and the little waves dancing
+	up in gladness, and its heavy dull wash, it rolls along its mighty mass
+	of waters, hastening to pour itself into the mightier mass of the Mississippi.
+	Occasionally a giant tree, torn from its place, and cast root and
+	branch into the flood, comes booming down, and glides swiftly past on
+	its long, long race. Pleasantly the ripples break over the prostrate
+	monarch of the forest that is lodged against the beach, and projects,
+	branchless and barkless, into the stream; and mournfully the worn
+	trunk sways up and down, as though tired of this rocking which has
+	continued the same year after year; weary, and desiring to be at rest.
+	Floods come rushing down upon floods with heavy tread, glance successively
+	under the moonlight that is poured into the channel before me,
+	and then are forced forward into the darkness of the future. But every
+	wave seems as full of joy as though for it alone was the moonlight sent,
+	and as though there were not unnumbered millions of waves to succeed
+	it. Every little wave leaps up as it comes under the light, and smiles
+	toward the round-faced orb above, who seems to smile back upon it.
+	Thou small thing, thou art a fool! The queen, in the beam of whose
+	countenance thou disportest thyself, is altogether deceitful and loves
+	thee not. She has smiled as kindly on thousands who have gone before
+	thee, and will upon thousands who shall come after thee. And more
+	than all, she would send down just as bright and loving a glance, if
+	thou and all thy race had never existed. How then canst thou say, &#8216;I
+	love her,&#8217; or, &#8216;she loves me?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>But perhaps it is not so. When I look again, each one of the great
+	multitude appears aware of its own insignificance. Jostled, confined,
+	crowded and confused, they go tumbling by, regardless of all above or
+	below, and engrossed with their own fleeting existence. Not remembering
+	whence they came, they take no thought of the present, and are
+	utterly careless of the future. For what would it profit? Their business,
+	and it is business enough, is to dispute and fight with each other
+	for room to move in. All thoughts as to whither they are hastening,
+	must be doubtful, angry and despairing; and care of any thing present,
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page165" name="page165"></a>165</span>except what concerns the present instant, would be useless. Therefore
+	they resign themselves to be drawn onward and downward unresistingly;
+	and therein are they wise. But whether joyful, or despairing, or not
+	feeling at all, the waters roll by, an unceasing flood; and with their
+	rushing dull roar in my ear, my eye rests on a scene of beauty and
+	quietness. Far away to the northward and westward, and still farther
+	away, stretches an immense plain. Rolling hillocks, like the waves of
+	the sea after a storm, and at long intervals, a few stunted shrubs, alone
+	diversify the prospect. Vast, unmeasured, Nature&#8217;s unenclosed meadow,
+	the prairie, is spread out! The tall grass waves gently and rustlingly
+	to the breeze; and down upon it settles the moonlight, in a dim silver-gossamer
+	veil, like that which to the mind&#8217;s eye is thrown over the
+	mountains and ruins and castles of the Old World, by the high-born
+	daring and graces of chivalry, the wand of Genius, and the lapse of
+	solemn years. With the same painful feeling of boundlessness, of vastness
+	that will not be grasped by the imagination, that one feels in sailing
+	on the ocean, there is also an air of still, stern desolation brooding upon
+	the plain. It may be that at some former day, the punishment of fire
+	swept over it, consuming its towering offspring, and laying bare and
+	scorching its bosom; and now the proud sufferer, naked and chained,
+	endures the summer&#8217;s heat and the winter&#8217;s storms, with no sighing
+	herbage or wailing tree to tell to the winds its wo.</p>
+
+	<p>A single snow-white cloud slumbers and floats far up in the heavens;
+	the moon is gliding slowly down the western arch; and the vast dome,
+	studded with innumerable brilliants, &#8216;fretted with golden fires,&#8217; rests its
+	northern and western edge on the plain, its southern on blue mountain-tops,
+	its eastern on the forests, and shuts us, the river, the prairie, the
+	moon and I, together and alone. And here will we dwell together
+	alone! Sweet companions will ye be to me; and standing here on this
+	eminence, I promise to love you. I promise to come here often, and to
+	hold communion with you. I will put away all thoughts of sorrow, all
+	swellings of bitterness, from my mind. Contentedly, calmly, unheedingly,
+	will we let the years pass by; for what will it matter to us? Oh!
+	ye are dear to me! Your <em>voice</em> is not heard, yet comes there constantly
+	to my ear the murmur of your song. You speak to me in music and
+	poetry; and while I listen, my thoughts revert only with shuddering to
+	the vain world I have left behind. Thus let us converse always. This
+	vaulted firmament which shuts down upon us now, let it be immoveable,
+	and enclose us forever; here let the wanderings of the wanderer cease,
+	and here will we live together and alone!</p>
+
+	<p class="post_break"><span class="first_word">And</span> we <em>have</em> lived here many years. The lessons of my constant
+	companions have calmed and elevated me to a gentler and better spirit.
+	From them I have learned humility as well as self-reliance; while from
+	the history of the actions and thoughts of men in past ages, I have
+	learned perhaps something of the machinery of human nature. The
+	forms of the noblest of preceding generations, and the shapes of beauty
+	which their imaginations have conceived and made to live, visit me at
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page166" name="page166"></a>166</span>my bidding. But among all the pictures that daily rise up before my
+	eyes, the brightest, the most beautiful, the most loved, are the sweet
+	faces of the friends of my early years. There are no regrets or repinings
+	when I look back now; it must be that it has all been for the
+	best, that every thing is for the best, and I am at peace. The recollection
+	of madness and folly, of a life useless, of energies wasted, do not
+	disturb the calmness of my soul. The error has been great, but I feel
+	it; and in the next state of existence I shall be wiser and more active.
+	If I have wantonly and recklessly turned away from the offered happiness
+	of society and of the world, it has, in the end, been better for me,
+	for I have found another, a purer and more lasting.</p>
+
+	<p>Thus I look cheerfully on, and see the sands of my life run out.
+	They fall faster and faster, as their number is diminished, and time
+	flies by me with constantly accelerating speed. &#8216;Oh, my days are
+	swifter than a weaver&#8217;s shuttle!&#8217;&#8212;the <em>last one</em> I see but a little distance
+	before me; it will soon be here; and I shall step forth with a joyful,
+	courageous heart, into the indistinct, dimly-revealed future!</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+		<h2 class="title">TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.</h2>
+		<h3 class="byline">BY REV. GEORGE W. BETHUNE.</h3>
+		<div class="poem">
+			<div class="stanza">
+				<p><span class="first_word">Suffenus</span>, whom we both have known so well,</p>
+				<p>No other man in manners can excel;</p>
+				<p>Facetious, courteous, affable, urbane.</p>
+				<p>The world&#8217;s approval he is sure to gain.</p>
+				<p>But, would you think it? he has now essayed</p>
+				<p>To be a bard, and countless verses made;</p>
+				<p>Perhaps ten thousand, perhaps ten times more,</p>
+				<p>For none but he could ever count them o&#8217;er;</p>
+				<p>Not scribbled down on scraps, as one does when</p>
+				<p>In careless rhymes we only try our pen,</p>
+				<p>But in a gilt-edged book, all richly bound,</p>
+				<p>The writing ornate with a care profound,</p>
+				<p>Rich silken cords to mark each favorite part,</p>
+				<p>The cover, ev&#8217;n, a monument of art.</p>
+				<p>Yet as you read, Suffenus, who till then</p>
+				<p>Seemed the most pleasant of all gentlemen,</p>
+				<p>Becomes offensive as the country boor,</p>
+				<p>Who milks rank goats beside his cottage door,</p>
+				<p>Or digs foul ditches: such a change is wrought</p>
+				<p>By rhymes with neither sense nor music fraught.</p>
+				<p>So crazed is he with this same wretched rhyme,</p>
+				<p>That never does he know so blest a time</p>
+				<p>As when he writes away, and fondly deems</p>
+				<p>He rivals Homer&#8217;s god-enraptured dreams;</p>
+				<p>And wonders in his pride, himself to see,</p>
+				<p>The very pattern-pink of poesy.</p>
+				<p>Alas! Suffenus, while I laugh at thee,</p>
+				<p>The world, for aught I know, may laugh at me.</p>
+				<p>It is the madness of each one to pride</p>
+				<p>Himself on that &#8217;twere better far to hide;</p>
+				<p>Nor know the faults in that peculiar sack</p>
+				<p>Which Ɔsop says is hanging at his back.</p>
+			</div>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page167" name="page167"></a>167</span></p>
+
+	<h2 class="title">THE PAINTED ROCK.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY CHARLES F. POWELL.</h3>
+
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">The</span> tract of country through which meanders the Tennessee river,
+	for wild, sublime and picturesque scenery, is scarcely surpassed by any
+	in the United States. This river was anciently called the Hogohege,
+	and also Cherokee river: it takes its rise in the mountains of Virginia,
+	in the thirty-seventh degree of latitude, and pursues a course of one
+	thousand miles south and south-west nearly to the thirty-fourth degree of
+	latitude, receiving from both sides large tributary streams. It then
+	changes its direction to the north, circuitously winding until it mingles
+	with the waters of the Ohio, sixty miles from its mouth. There is a
+	place near the summit of the Cumberland mountains, which extends
+	from the great Kenhawa to the Tennessee, where there is a very remarkable
+	ledge of rocks, thirty miles in length and nearly two hundred
+	feet high, showing a perpendicular face to the south-east, which for
+	grandeur and magnificence surpass any fortification of art in the known
+	world. It has been the modern hypothesis, that all the upper branches
+	of the Tennessee formerly forced their way through this stupendous
+	pile.</p>
+
+	<p>On the Tennessee, about four hundred and fifty miles from its mouth,
+	and nearly two hundred above what is called Muscle-Shoals, there is
+	another ledge of rocks stretching along the shore to the extent of one
+	mile, with a perpendicular front toward the river, of the most perfect
+	regularity. This ledge varies in height from thirty to three hundred
+	feet, being much the highest at the centre, and diminishing at each end
+	into ragged cliffs of rock and broken land. This variegated surface extends
+	for many miles, affording a constant succession of fanciful and
+	romantic views. The whole rocky formation in this vicinity is composed
+	of a light gray lime-stone, indented with broad dark lines formed by
+	the dripping of the water which falls from the scanty covering of soil
+	on the top to the deep channel below. The thin surface of soil sustains
+	a shabby, stinted growth of fir, oak, and other trees, which seldom grow
+	above the height of tall shrubbery. From the crevices of the rock also
+	may occasionally be seen a tree of diminutive dimensions springing out
+	with scarcely a particle of visible sustenance for its roots. The shrubbery
+	upon the peak of this acclivity presents a curious appearance as it
+	hangs over the ascent, not unlike the bushy eye-brows of a sullen and
+	frowning face. With this ledge of rocks terminate the Cumberland
+	mountains, which cross the State of Tennessee to the margin of the
+	river. The stream here flows nearly west, through a beautiful valley of
+	alluvial land, formed by the Cumberland mountains and a continuation
+	of the Blue Ridge of Virginia. Immediately opposite the termination
+	of the Cumberland mountains commences a broken and rocky surface,
+	which extends along the shore of the river for many miles, presenting
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page168" name="page168"></a>168</span>the most varied and novel scenery in nature; while the other shore is
+	level, fertile, and mostly in a high state of cultivation, abounding in verdant
+	fields of meadow, corn and tobacco.</p>
+
+	<p>The middle portion of the ledge <em>proper</em>, which I have described, rises
+	nearly or quite three hundred feet above the level of the river; a vast
+	wall of solid lime-stone, echoing with never-ceasing moans the gurgling
+	current of the river, which at this place is deep and very rapid; and
+	has worn a series of caves and hollows in the base of the rock, which
+	contribute greatly to this &#8216;language of the waters.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>The summit or peak of this ledge in the centre is called &#8216;<i>The Painted
+	Rock</i>.&#8217; It is so called from the fact of there being, about sixty feet
+	below the highest peak, letters and characters painted in different colors,
+	and evidently drawn by a tutored hand. What is most remarkable,
+	these paintings are upon the perpendicular face of the rock, probably two
+	hundred feet above the river, and in a place where there is no apparent
+	possibility for mortal man to arrive. They are composed of the initials
+	of two persons, together with characters and drawings, some of which
+	are illegible from the river. The first consists of the letters &#8216;J. W. H.,&#8217;
+	quite well done in dark blue or green paint. The next is &#8216;A. L. S.,&#8217;
+	done in red, and also a trefoil leaf of clover in green, beside several
+	rude characters and drawings in blue and red. The traveller passing
+	this interesting spot gazes with wonder and astonishment, but is referred
+	to tradition for a history of the circumstances which led to the name
+	of Painted Rock; for the paintings were drawn and the name given,
+	long before the country was permanently settled by the whites. The
+	story handed down is this:</p>
+
+	<p>The original possessors of the soil in this part of the country were
+	the tribes of Cherokee and Chicasaw Indians. The country was explored
+	as early as 1745, by a company who had grants of land from the
+	government, and settlements commenced previous to the French war.
+	Of the first-comers of whites there were not more than sixty families,
+	who were either destroyed or driven off before the end of the following
+	year. Some few families had settled at a place not far distant from the
+	Painted Rock, where lived a Cherokee Sagamore, named Shagewana,
+	whose tribe was considered the most inhuman of any in the nation.
+	The top of the rock is flat, and slopes back from the river, and at the
+	base is a large spring surrounded by bushes. Shagewana occupied the
+	summit of the acclivity as his council-ground; and when danger was
+	apprehended from the whites, or when an innovation was made on his
+	limits, he forthwith called his warriors together for consultation, and
+	set fire to faggots and other combustibles as a signal for his neighbors
+	to advance to his aid. The whites settled near the Painted Rock at
+	this time were mostly composed of traders, who had brought various
+	articles of clothing and ornaments to dispose of to the Indians; and
+	under the assurance of the Chicasaws, who rarely commenced the work
+	of destruction on the whites, that they should be unmolested, built up a
+	cluster of huts, and cleared a small territory for the raising of corn and
+	other vegetables.</p>
+
+	<p>Shagewana from some cause became incensed toward them, and resolved
+	to burn the buildings and destroy their inhabitants. He called
+	his people together, and the war-cry was sounded throughout the mountains.
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page169" name="page169"></a>169</span>Taking advantage of the night, they surrounded the settlement,
+	and applying torches to the dwellings, rushed into the midst with tomahawk
+	in hand, and murdered all save two young men, who fought so
+	bravely that they spared their lives in order to torture them with more
+	prolonged sufferings. The names of these young men it is said were
+	<span class="special_name">Harris</span> and <span class="special_name">Snelling</span>. They were bound and taken to the rock, where
+	the savages went through a dance, as was their custom after a victory
+	had been achieved; and as day-light advanced, they prepared a feast.
+	Harris and Snelling were placed under keepers, who amused themselves
+	by tormenting their unhappy prisoners in various ways; such as
+	pricking them with their knives, cutting off small pieces of their ears
+	and fingers, and pulling out clumps of their hair. Before the close of
+	the day, the captives feigning sleep, the Indians left them for a moment
+	and went to the spring for water. Thereupon the young men burst
+	their bands and escaped into the bushes. Crawling upon the other side
+	of the rock, and being hotly pursued, it is supposed that they were
+	forced upon a narrow projection, about twelve inches wide, and four
+	feet below the inscription, where with some paint or coloring substance
+	which they carried about them they traced the characters to which we
+	have referred, and which have given the place the name of &#8216;<span class="special_name">The
+	Painted Rock</span>.&#8217; The fate of the young men is not positively known;
+	but it is believed that they were discovered and hurled down the precipice.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="article">
+	<h2 class="title">LINES TO J. T. OF IRELAND.</h2>
+	<h3 class="byline">BY THE AUTHOR OF &#8216;HINTS ON ETIQUETTE.&#8217;</h3>
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">A heartless</span> flirt! with false and wicked eye,</p>
+	<p>Dost thou not feel thyself a living lie?</p>
+	<p>Dost thou not hear the &#8216;still small voice&#8217; upbraid</p>
+	<p>Thy inmost conscience for the part thou&#8217;st played?</p>
+	<p>How mean the wish to victimize that one</p>
+	<p>Who ne&#8217;er had wooed thee, hadst thou not begun!</p>
+	<p>Who mark&#8217;d with pain thy saddened gaze on him,</p>
+	<p>Doom&#8217;d but to fall a martyr to thy whim;</p>
+	<p>Whose pallid cheek might win a fiend to spare,</p>
+	<p>Or soothe the sorrows that had blanched his hair:</p>
+	<p>Oh, cold-laid plan! drawn on from day to day</p>
+	<p>To meet the looks thou failed not to display,</p>
+	<p>Seeking at such a price another&#8217;s peace,</p>
+	<p>To feed the cravings of thy vain caprice;</p>
+	<p>Led him to think that thou wert all his own,</p>
+	<p>Then froze his passion with a heart of stone.</p>
+	<p>Lured by thy wiles, he gave that holiest gift,</p>
+	<p>A noble soul, before he saw thy drift;</p>
+	<p>He watched thy bosom heave, he heard thee sigh,</p>
+	<p>Nor deem&#8217;d such looks could cover treachery;</p>
+	<p>That one so proud <em>could</em> stoop to simulate</p>
+	<p>The purest feelings of this earthly state.</p>
+	<p>Yet words were useless, where no sense of blame</p>
+	<p>Could start a tear, nor tinge thy cheek with shame.</p>
+	<p>More merciful than thou to him, he prays</p>
+	<p>No pangs like his may wound thy lingering days;</p>
+	<p>Implores thy sins to him may be forgiven,</p>
+	<p>And leaves thee to the clemency of Heaven.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<p class="sign"><span class="author">C. W. Day.</span></p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="department">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page170" name="page170"></a>170</span></p>
+	<h2 class="title">LITERARY NOTICES.</h2>
+
+
+	<p class="work_reviewed"><span class="special_name">Poems by James Russell Lowell.</span> In one volume. pp. 279. Cambridge: <span class="special_name">John Owen</span>. New-York:
+	<span class="special_name">Wiley and Putnam</span>.</p>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">Two</span> years ago Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell</span> presented the public with a volume of poems, which after
+	being read and blamed and praised with a most bewildering variety of opinion, lived
+	through it all, and remained as a permanent specimen of unformed but most promising
+	genius. Modest however as the offering was, it was duly valued by discerning judges, not
+	so much for its own ripe excellence, as for its appearing a happy token of something else.
+	In the major part of the annual soarings into <em>Cloud-land</em> which alarm the world, we seem
+	to see the sum total of the aspirant&#8217;s power. We feel that he has shown us <em>all</em>, and done
+	his best; that the force of his cleverness could go no farther; and we are willing to give
+	him his penny of praise, and thereby purchase a pleasant oblivion of him and his forevermore.
+	In this attempt of Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell&#8217;s</span> it was impossible not to see that there lay more
+	beyond. We felt that however boldly he might have dived, he did not yet &#8216;bring up the
+	bottom,&#8217; as the swimmer&#8217;s phrase goes. The faults of his poems were perceptible enough,
+	yet even these were the blemishes of latent strength, and the book was every where welcomed
+	with a hope. We have now to notice the appearance of a second proof of Mr.
+	<span class="special_name">Lowell&#8217;s</span> activity of faculty, in another and larger volume. It confirms the faith of those
+	who read the former one. There is, throughout, the manifestation of growth; of a continuous
+	advance toward a more decided character. Yet it is not without incompleteness
+	of expression; it smacks of immaturity still; but it is the immaturity which presages a man.</p>
+
+	<p>The longest, and although not the most pleasing, yet perhaps the best poem in the volume
+	is the &#8216;Legend of Brittany,&#8217; a romantic story, fringed with rhyme. It contains but one
+	bad line, and that one the first in the book: &#8216;Fair as a summer dream was <span class="special_name">Margaret</span>.&#8217;
+	It is not only vague, but common-place: there is no particular reason that we know of
+	why a summer dream should be fairer than a winter dream; and we cannot think that the
+	poet meant to make use of that figure of speech called <i>amphibology</i>, although the line will
+	bear a double interpretation. The legend is of the guilty amour of <span class="special_name">Mordred</span>, a Knight
+	Templar, with a fair innocent who, upon the point of becoming a mother, is slain by her
+	lover at evening, in the wood. <span class="keep_together">Hereupon&#8212;&#8212;</span> But let the poet speak:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>His crime complete, scarce knowing what he did,</p>
+	<p class="i2">(So goes the tale,) beneath the altar there</p>
+	<p>In the high church the stiffening corpse he hid,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And then, to &#8217;scape that suffocating air,</p>
+	<p>Like a scared ghoule out of the porch he slid;</p>
+	<p class="i2">But his strained eyes saw blood-spots everywhere,</p>
+	<p>And ghastly faces thrust themselves between</p>
+	<p>His soul and hopes of peace with blasting mien.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>It should be observed that Mordred, bound as a Templar by the strictest laws of chastity,
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page171" name="page171"></a>171</span>is aiming at the &#8216;high grand-mastership,&#8217; and consequently suffers not only the remorse of
+	the murderer, but the dread of that defeat which his ambition must encounter in the discovery
+	of his deed. His character is ably delineated; perhaps too nicely drawn, for so
+	brief a tale, since the interest momentarily awakened in the &#8216;dark, proud man,&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p class="i6">&#8212;&#8212;&#8216;whose half-blown youth</p>
+	<p>Had shed its blossoms even in opening,&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>is immediately lost in the horror of the catastrophe. But to pursue the outline of the
+	story:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Now, on the second day, there was to be</p>
+	<p class="i2">A festival in church: from far and near</p>
+	<p>Came flocking in the sun-burnt peasantry,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And knights and dames with stately antique cheer,</p>
+	<p>Blazing with pomp, as if all faƫrie</p>
+	<p class="i2">Had emptied her quaint halls, or, as it were,</p>
+	<p>The illuminated marge of some old book,</p>
+	<p>While we were gazing, life and motion took.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p class="poetry_break">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</p>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Then swelled the organ: up through choir and nave</p>
+	<p class="i2">The music trembled with an inward thrill</p>
+	<p>Of bliss at its own grandeur: wave on wave</p>
+	<p class="i2">Its flood of mellow thunder rose, until</p>
+	<p>The hushed air shivered with the throb it gave,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Then, poising for a moment, it stood still,</p>
+	<p>And sank and rose again, to burst in spray</p>
+	<p class="i2">That wandered into silence far away.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>The whole of the description of this choir-service is equally beautiful with these stanzas;
+	yet it may be objected that it in some degree impedes the progress of narration; and the
+	tale is of that sort which will scarce brook any delay in the telling. But to continue.
+	During the chanting, a breathless pause comes over the congregation; the music hushes;
+	all eyes are drawn by some strange impulse toward the altar; and while all is mute and
+	watchful, the voice of Margaret is heard from heaven, imploring a baptism for her unborn
+	babe. The author himself cannot feel more sensibly than ourselves the injustice of thus
+	patching together the beauteous fragments of his sorrowful and melodious history in so
+	hugger-mugger a way; but <span class="special_name">Maga</span> is peremptory, and hints to us that we cannot command
+	the scope of the &#8216;Edinburgh Review:&#8217; The voice ceases to thrill the wondering multitude,
+	and the poet thus proceeds:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Then the pale priests, with ceremony due</p>
+	<p class="i2">Baptized the child within its dreadful tomb,</p>
+	<p>Beneath that mother&#8217;s heart, whose instinct true</p>
+	<p class="i2">Star-like had battled down the triple gloom</p>
+	<p>Of sorrow, love, and death: young maidens, too,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Strewed the pale corpse with many a milk-white bloom,</p>
+	<p>And parted the bright hair, and on the breast</p>
+	<p>Crossed the unconscious hands in sign of rest.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>It is an indication of Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell&#8217;s</span> capabilities for a more extended theme that the
+	second part of this poem is superior to the first. It is not merely that the interest of the
+	story increases, but the verse is more compressed, the expressions are more graphic, and
+	the flow of the stanza is finer and more natural. The opening lines are as vivid and impressive
+	as a passage from Tasso:</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;As one who, from the sunshine and the green,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Enters the solid darkness of a cave,</p>
+	<p>Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen</p>
+	<p class="i2">May yawn before him with its sudden grave,</p>
+	<p>And, with hushed breath, doth often forward lean,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Deeming he hears the plashing of a wave</p>
+	<p>Dimly below, or feels a damper air</p>
+	<p>From out some dreary chasm, he knows not where;</p>
+	<p class="i2">So from the sunshine and the green of Love,</p>
+	<p>We enter on our story&#8217;s darker part,&#8217; etc.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page172" name="page172"></a>172</span>The faults of the whole production are the necessary ones of all young writers of original
+	power; a too ready faculty of imitation, and a lack of conciseness. The poets whom
+	Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell</span> mostly reminds us of, in his faults, are <span class="special_name">Shelly</span> and <span class="special_name">Shakspeare</span>; the juvenile
+	<span class="special_name">Shakspeare</span>, we mean&#8212;<span class="special_name">Shakspeare</span> the sonnetteer. Both in the &#8216;Revolt of
+	Islam&#8217; and &#8216;Tarquin and Lucrece,&#8217; blemishes resembling his own constantly occur. It
+	will nevertheless be gratifying to his many ardent admirers to perceive that on the whole
+	he has exhibited a more definite approach to what he is capable of accomplishing, and that
+	in proportion as he has grown less vague and ethereal, less fond of personifying sounds and
+	sentiments, so has he advanced toward a more manly and enduring standard of excellence.
+	&#8216;Prometheus&#8217; is the next longest poem, and it has afforded us great gratification. It might
+	almost be mistaken for the breath of <span class="special_name">Ɔschylus</span>, except that it contains sparkles of freedom
+	that even the warm soul of the Greek could never have felt. The first two lines glitter
+	with light:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;One after one the stars have risen and set,</p>
+	<p>Sparkling upon the hoar-frost on my chain.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Although, rhyme is no tyrant to our poet, yet he seems to take a fuller swing when free
+	from its influence; and the verse which he employs for the vehicle of his thoughts in this
+	genuine poem is peculiarly adapted to the grandeur and dignity of his subject. This composition
+	will stand the true test of poetry; a test which many immortal verses cannot abide,
+	for it will bear translation into prose without loss of beauty or power: it contains more
+	thoughts than lines, and although abounding in high poetic imaginings, the spirit of true
+	philosophy which it contains is superior to the poetry.</p>
+
+	<p>Of Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell&#8217;s</span> shorter specimens we may remark, in contradistinction to what has
+	been said of the Legend of Brittany, that so far as they resemble the <em>kind</em> of his former productions,
+	so far in short as they are re-castings of himself, they do him injustice. We now
+	feel that he is capable of stronger and loftier efforts, and are unwilling to overlook in his
+	later compositions the flaws that are wilfully copied from his own volume. The public
+	demand that he should go onward, and not wander back to dally among flowers that have
+	been plucked before, and were then accepted for their freshness. He must devote himself
+	to subjects of wider importance, and give his imaginations a more permanent foothold upon
+	the hearts of men. His love-poems, though many of them would have added grace to his
+	<em>first</em> collection, fail to excite our admiration <em>equally</em> in this. We do not say that he had exhausted
+	panegyric before; far less would we insinuate that passion itself is exhaustible;
+	and yet there is a point where to pause might be more graceful than to go on: &#8216;<i>Sunt certi
+	denique fines.</i>&#8217; Did any one ever wish that even <span class="special_name">Petrarch</span> had written more? Mr.
+	<span class="special_name">Lowell</span> then ought to consider this, and begin to build upon a broader foundation than his
+	own territory, beautiful as it may be, of private and personal fancies and affections. Perhaps
+	there is no exception to the law that love should always be the first impulse that leads
+	an ardent soul to poesy. (By poesy we do not mean school-exercises, and prize heroics approved
+	by a committee of literary gentlemen.) On this account, it may be, that a young
+	poet is always anxious to walk upon the ground where he first felt his strength, considering
+	that a minstrel without love were as powerless, to adopt the Rev. <span class="special_name">Sidney Smith&#8217;s</span> jocose
+	but not altogether clerical illustration, as Sampson in a wig. Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell</span> evinces the
+	firmest faith in his passion, which is evidently as sincere as it is well-bestowed. It is from
+	this perhaps that he derives a corresponding faith in his productions, which always seems
+	proportionate to his love of his subject. Let him be assured however that he is not always
+	the strongest when he feels the most so, nor must he mistake the absence of this feeling for
+	a symptom of diminished power. Should he be at any time inclined to such a self-estimate,
+	let him refer his judgment to his &#8216;Prometheus&#8217; and &#8216;Rhœcus.&#8217; In his &#8216;Ode&#8217; also,
+	and his &#8216;Glance behind the Curtain,&#8217; there is much to embolden him toward the highest
+	endeavors in what he would perhaps disdain to call his Art. Poesy, notwithstanding, <em>is</em>
+	an <em>Art</em>, which even <span class="special_name">Horace</span> and <span class="special_name">Dryden</span> did not scorn to consider such; and our poet
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page173" name="page173"></a>173</span>ought to remember that he is bound not only to utter his own sentiments and fantasies according
+	to his own impulse, but moreover to consult in some degree the ears of the world:
+	the poet&#8217;s task is double; to speak <span class="small_all_caps">FROM</span> himself indeed, but <span class="small_all_caps">TO</span> the hearing of others.
+	The contempt which a man of genius feels for the mere mechanicism of verse and rhyme
+	may naturally enough lead him to affect an inattention to it; but in this he only benefits
+	the school of smoother artists by allowing them at least <em>one</em> superiority. If he accuses them
+	of being silly, they can retort that he is ugly.</p>
+	<p>Our author in this second volume has given the small carpers who pick at the &#8216;eds&#8217; of
+	past participles, and stickle for old-fashioned <em>moon</em>-shine instead of moon-<em>shine</em>, fewer causes
+	of complaint. His diction is well-chosen and befitting his themes; and this is a characteristic
+	which peculiarly marks the true artist, if it does not indicate the true genius. His
+	execution, his &#8216;style of handling,&#8217; is adapted to his subject; an excellence in which too
+	many artists, whether painters or poets, are sadly deficient. In this respect his performances
+	and those of his friend <span class="special_name">Page</span> may be hung together. From the stately and dignified lines
+	of &#8216;Prometheus&#8217; to the jetty, dripping verse of &#8216;The Fountain,&#8217; the step is very wide.
+	How full of sparkling, brilliant effects are these joyous lines?</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">Into</span> the sunshine,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Full of the light,</p>
+	<p>Leaping and flashing</p>
+	<p class="i2">From morn till night!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Into the moonlight,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Whiter than snow,</p>
+	<p>Waving so flower-like</p>
+	<p class="i2">When the winds blow!</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell</span> occasionally makes use of somewhat quaint, Spenserian expressions, but
+	generally with peculiar effect. His abundant fancy seems to find its natural garb in the
+	short and expressive phraseology of those old English writers of whom he manifests on all
+	occasions so thorough an appreciation. As a sweet specimen, although a careless one, of
+	his power of combining deep feeling with the most picturesque imagery, we select one of
+	his lightest touches&#8212;&#8216;Forgetfulness:&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">There</span> is a haven of sure rest</p>
+	<p class="i2">From the loud world&#8217;s bewildering stress:</p>
+	<p>As a bird dreaming on her nest,</p>
+	<p>As dew hid in a rose&#8217;s breast,</p>
+	<p>As Hesper in the glowing West;</p>
+	<p class="i6">So the heart sleeps</p>
+	<p class="i6">In thy calm deeps,</p>
+	<p class="i4">Serene Forgetfulness!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>No sorrow in that place may be,</p>
+	<p class="i2">The noise of life grows less and less:</p>
+	<p>As moss far down within the sea,</p>
+	<p>As, in white lily caves, a bee,</p>
+	<p>As life in a hazy reverie;</p>
+	<p class="i6">So the heart&#8217;s wave</p>
+	<p class="i6">In thy dim cave,</p>
+	<p class="i4">Hushes, Forgetfulness!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Duty and care fade far away,</p>
+	<p class="i2">What toil may be we cannot guess:</p>
+	<p>As a ship anchored in a bay,</p>
+	<p>As a cloud at summer-noon astray,</p>
+	<p>As water-blooms in a breezeless day;</p>
+	<p class="i6">So, &#8217;neath thine eyes,</p>
+	<p class="i6">The full heart lies,</p>
+	<p class="i4">And dreams, Forgetfulness!</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>&#8216;The Shepherd of King Admetus&#8217; is exceedingly graceful and delicate, but it is too long
+	to be quoted entire, and too perfect to be disjointed. We must reluctantly skip &#8216;Fatherland,&#8217;
+	&#8216;The Inheritance,&#8217; &#8216;The Moon,&#8217; &#8216;Rhœcus,&#8217; and other favorites, until we come to
+	&#8216;L&#8217;Envoi,&#8217; where our author once more throws his arms aloft, free from the incumbrance
+	of rhyme. This poem is inscribed to &#8216;M. W.,&#8217; his heart&#8217;s idol. The warm affection which
+	radiates from its lines, it is not to be mistaken, is an out-flowing of pure human love.
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page174" name="page174"></a>174</span>Among these personal feelings, touching which we have &#8216;said our say,&#8217; we find the following;
+	which in <em>one</em> respect so forcibly illustrates what we have written within these two
+	weeks to a western correspondent, that we cannot forbear to quote it here:</p>
+
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">Thou</span> art not of those niggard souls, who deem</p>
+	<p>That poesy is but to jingle words,</p>
+	<p>To string sweet sorrows for apologies</p>
+	<p>To hide the barrenness of unfurnished hearts,</p>
+	<p>To prate about the surfaces of things,</p>
+	<p>And make more thread-bare what was quite worn out:</p>
+	<p>Our common thoughts are deepest, and to give</p>
+	<p>Such beauteous tones to these, as needs must take</p>
+	<p>Men&#8217;s hearts their captives to the end of time,</p>
+	<p>So that who hath not the choice gift of words</p>
+	<p>Takes these into his soul, as welcome friends,</p>
+	<p>To make sweet music of his joys and woes,</p>
+	<p>And be all Beauty&#8217;s swift interpreter,</p>
+	<p>Links of bright gold &#8217;twixt Nature and his heart</p>
+	<p>This is the errand high of Poesy.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p class="poetry_break">&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;&middot;</p>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>They tell us that our land was made for song,</p>
+	<p>With its huge rivers and sky-piercing peaks,</p>
+	<p>Its sea-like lakes and mighty cataracts,</p>
+	<p>Its forests vast and hoar, and prairies wide,</p>
+	<p>And mounds that tell of wondrous tribes extinct;</p>
+	<p>But Poesy springs not from rocks and woods;</p>
+	<p>Her womb and cradle are the human heart,</p>
+	<p>And she can find a nobler theme for song</p>
+	<p>In the most loathsome man that blasts the sight,</p>
+	<p>Than in the broad expanse of sea and shore</p>
+	<p>Between the frozen deserts of the poles.</p>
+	<p>All nations have their message from on high,</p>
+	<p>Each the messiah of some central thought,</p>
+	<p>For the fulfilment and delight of Man:</p>
+	<p>One has to teach that Labor is divine;</p>
+	<p>Another, Freedom; and another, Mind;</p>
+	<p>And all, that <span class="special_name">God</span> is open-eyed and just,</p>
+	<p>The happy centre and calm heart of all.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>It is impossible to read such sentiments as these, without feeling our hearts open to him
+	who gives them utterance. Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell</span> is one of those writers who gain admiration for
+	their verses and lovers for themselves. We can pay him no higher compliment.</p>
+
+	<p>There is nothing in the title-page or appearance of this elegant volume to indicate that
+	it is not published in Cambridge, England; but unlike the majority of American books of
+	poetry, any page in the work will give out too strong an odor of Bunker-Hill, though we
+	find no allusion to that sacred eminence, to allow the reader to remain long in doubt of its
+	paternity. Although we hold that any writing worthy of being called poetry must be of universal
+	acceptance, and adapted to the longings and necessities of the entire human family,
+	as the same liquid element quenches the thirst of the inhabitants of the tropics and the
+	poles, yet every age and every clime must of necessity tincture its own productions. We
+	do not therefore diminish in the slightest degree the high poetical pretensions of Mr. <span class="special_name">Lowell&#8217;s</span>
+	poems, when we claim for them a national character, silent though they be upon
+	&#8216;the stars and stripes,&#8217; and a complexion which no other age of the world than our own
+	could have given. They are not only American poems, but they are poems of the nineteenth
+	century. There is a spirit of freedom, of love for <span class="special_name">God</span> and <span class="special_name">Man</span>, that broods over
+	them, which our partiality for our own country makes us too ready perhaps to claim as
+	the natural offspring of our land and laws. The volume is dedicated to <span class="special_name">William Page</span>,
+	the painter, in a bit of as sweet and pure language as can be found in English prose. It
+	might be tacked on to one of <span class="special_name">Dryden&#8217;s</span> dedications without creating an incongruous
+	feeling. The dedication is as honorable to the poet as to the painter. Had all dedications
+	been occasioned by such feelings as gave birth to this, these graceful and fitting tributes of
+	affection and gratitude would never have dwindled away to the cold and scanty lines, like
+	an epitaph on a charity tomb-stone, in which they appear, when they appear at all, in most
+	modern books.</p>
+
+
+	<p class="work_reviewed"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page175" name="page175"></a>175</span><span class="special_name">Thirty Years passed among the Players in England and America.</span> Interspersed with
+	Anecdotes and Reminiscences of a Variety of Persons connected with the Drama during the
+	Theatrical Life of <span class="special_name">Joe Cowell</span>, Comedian. Written by himself. In one volume, pp. 103. New-York:
+	<span class="special_name">Harper and Brothers</span>.</p>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">Of</span> all the pages in English memoirs, none are so rich in humor and various observation
+	as those devoted to the players. <span class="special_name">Carlyle</span> somewhere says, that the <em>only</em> good biographies
+	are those of actors; and he gives for a reason their want of respectability! Being
+	&#8216;vagabonds&#8217; by law in England, the truth of their histories he tells us is not varnished over
+	by delicate omissions. The first branch of this assumption is certainly true, whatever
+	cause may be at the bottom of it; and Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell</span>, in the very entertaining volume before
+	us, has added another proof of the correctness of Herr <span class="special_name">Teufelsdrƶckh&#8217;s</span> flattering conclusions.
+	His narrative is rambling, various, instructive, and amusing. He plunges at
+	once <i>in medias res</i>; and being in himself an epitome of his class; of their successes, excitements,
+	reverses and depressions; he paints as he goes along a most graphic picture of
+	the life of an actor. We shall follow his own desultory method; and proceed without
+	farther prelude to select here and there a &#8216;bit&#8217; from his well-filled &#8216;budget of fun.&#8217; Let us
+	open it with this common portrait of a vain querulous, complaining Thespian, who is never
+	appreciated, never rewarded:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">I was</span> seated in the reading-room of the hotel, thinking away the half hour before dinner, when
+	my attention was attracted by a singularly-looking man. He was dressed in a green coat, brass-buttoned
+	close up to the neck, light gray, approaching to blue, elastic pantaloons, white cotton
+	stockings, dress shoes, with more riband employed to fasten them than was either useful or ornamental;
+	a hat, smaller than those usually worn, placed rather on one side of a head of dark curly
+	hair; fine black eyes, and what altogether would have been pronounced a handsome face, but for an
+	overpowering expression of impudence and vulgarity; a sort of footman-out-of-place-looking creature;
+	his hands were thrust into the pockets of his coat behind, and in consequence exposing a portion
+	of his person, as ridiculously, and perhaps as unconsciously, as a turkey-cock does when he intends
+	to make himself very agreeable. He was walking rather fancifully up and down the room, partly
+	singing, partly whistling &#8216;<i>The Bay of Biscay O</i>,&#8217; and at the long-lived, but most nonsensical chorus,
+	he shook the fag-ends of his divided coat tail, as if in derision of that fatal &#8216;short sea,&#8217; so well known
+	and despised in that salt-water burial-place. I was pretending to read a paper, when a carrier
+	entered, and placed a play-bill before me on the table. I had taken it up and began perusing it, when
+	he strutted up, and leaning over my shoulder, said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;I beg pardon, Sir; just a moment.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I put it toward him.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;No matter, Sir, no matter; I&#8217;ve seen all I want to see; the same old two-and-sixpence; <i>Hamlet,
+	Mr. Sandford</i>, in large letters; <i>and Laertes, Mr. Vandenhoff</i>! <span class="keep_together">O&#8212;&#8212;!&#8217;</span></p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;And with an epithet not in any way alluding to the &#8216;sweet South,&#8217; he stepped off to the <i>Biscay</i>
+	tune, allegro. I was amused; and perhaps the expression of my face encouraged him to return
+	instantly, and with the familiarity of an old acquaintance, for he said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;My dear Sir, that&#8217;s the way the profession is going to the devil: here, Sir, is the &#8216;<em>manager</em>&#8217;&#8212;with
+	a sneer&#8212;&#8216;one of the <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;dest</span> humbugs that ever trod the stage, must have his name in large
+	letters, of <em>course</em>; and the <em>and</em> Laertes, Mr. Vandenhoff; he&#8217;s a favorite of the Grand Mogul, as we
+	call old Sandford, and so he gets all the fat; and d&#8217;ye know why he&#8217;s shoved down the people&#8217;s
+	throats? Because he&#8217;s so <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;d</span> bad the old man shows to advantage alongside of him. Did you
+	ever see him?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I shook my head.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Why, Sir, he&#8217;s a tall, stooping, lantern-jawed, asthmatic-voiced, spindle-shanked fellow.&#8217; Here
+	he put his foot on the rail of my chair, and slightly scratched the calf of his leg. &#8216;Hair the color of
+	a cock-canary,&#8217; thrusting his fingers through his own coal-black ringlets; &#8216;with light blue eyes, Sir,
+	trimmed with pink gymp. He hasn&#8217;t been long caught; just from some nunnery in Liverpool, or
+	somewhere, where he was brought up as a Catholic priest; and here he comes, with his Latin and
+	Lancashire dialect, to lick the manager&#8217;s great toe, and be hanged to him, and gets all the business;
+	while men of talent, and nerve, and personal appearance,&#8217; shifting his hands from his coat-pockets to
+	those of his tights, &#8216;who have drudged in the profession for years, are kept in the back-ground; &#8217;tis
+	enough to make a fellow swear!&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;You, then, Sir, are an actor?&#8217; said I, calmly.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;An actor! yes, Sir, I am an <em>actor</em>, and have been ever since I was an infant in arms; played the
+	child that cries in the third act of the comedy of &#8216;The Chances,&#8217; when it was got up with splendor
+	by Old Gerald, at Sheerness, when I was only nine weeks old; and I recollect, that is, my mother
+	told me, that I cried louder, and more naturally, than any child they&#8217;d ever had. <em>That&#8217;s me</em>,&#8217; said
+	he, pointing to the play-bill&#8212;<i>Horatio, Mr. Howard</i>. &#8216;I <em>used to make</em> a great part of Horatio <em>once</em>;
+	and I can now send any Hamlet to <span class="keep_together">h-ll</span> in that character, when I give it energy and pathos; but this
+	nine-tailed bashaw of a manager insists upon my keeping my &#8216;madness in the back-ground,&#8217; as he
+	calls it, and so I just walk through it, speak the words, and make it a poor, spooney, preaching son of
+	a how-came-ye-so, and do no more for it than the author has.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page176" name="page176"></a>176</span>Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell</span> subsequently enlists under the same manager, and is received with great
+	apparent cordiality by the members of his <i>corps dramatique</i>: &#8216;The loan of &#8216;properties,&#8217; or
+	any thing I have, is perfectly at your service,&#8217; was iterated by all. Howard said: &#8216;My
+	boy, by heavens, I&#8217;ll lend you my blue tights; oh, you&#8217;re perfectly welcome; I don&#8217;t wear
+	them till the farce; Banquo&#8217;s one of my <em>flesh parts</em>; nothing like the naked truth; I&#8217;m
+	<span class="keep_together">h&#8212;l</span> for nature. By-the-by, you&#8217;ll often have to wear black smalls and stockings; I&#8217;ll
+	put you up to something; save your buying silks, darning, stitch-dropping, louse-ladders,
+	and all that; grease your legs and burnt-cork &#8217;em; it looks <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;d</span> well &#8216;from the front.&#8217;&#8217;
+	Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell</span>, it appears, was an artist of no mean pretensions; and while engaged on one
+	occasion in sketching a picturesque view of Stoke Church, he was interrupted in rather a
+	novel manner by a brother actor named <span class="special_name">Reymes</span>, somewhat akin, we fancy, to his friend
+	<span class="special_name">Howard</span>, albeit &#8216;excellent company:&#8217;</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">Several</span> times I was disturbed in my occupation, to look round to inquire the cause of a crash,
+	every now and then, like the breaking of glass; and at length I caught a glimpse of Reymes, slyly
+	jerking a pebble, under his arm, through one of the windows. I recollected twice, in walking home
+	with him, late at night, from the theatre, his quietly taking a brick-bat from out of his coat-pocket
+	and deliberately smashing it through the casement of the Town Hall, and walking on and continuing
+	his conversation as if nothing had happened. Crack! again. I began to suspect an abberration of
+	intellect, and said:</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Reymes, for heaven&#8217;s sake what are you doing?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Showing my gratitude,&#8217; said he; and crack! went another.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Showing the devil!&#8217; said I; &#8216;you&#8217;re breaking the church windows.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Why, I know it&#8212;certainly; what do you stare at?&#8217; said the eccentric. &#8216;I broke nearly every
+	pane three weeks ago; I couldn&#8217;t hit them all. After you have broken a good many, the stones are
+	apt to go through the holes you&#8217;ve already made. They only finished mending them the day
+	before yesterday; I came out and asked the men when they were likely to get done;&#8217; and clatter!
+	clatter! went another.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;That&#8217;s excellent!&#8217; said he, in great glee. &#8216;I hit the frame just in the right place; I knocked out
+	two large ones that time.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Reymes,&#8217; said I, with temper, &#8216;if you don&#8217;t desist, I must leave off my drawing.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Well,&#8217; said he, &#8216;only this one,&#8217; and crack! it went; &#8216;there! I&#8217;ve done. Since it annoys you, I&#8217;ll
+	come by myself to-morrow and finish the job; it&#8217;s the only means in my power of proving my
+	gratitude.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Proving your folly,&#8217; said I. &#8216;Why, Reymes, you must be out of your senses.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Why, did I never tell you?&#8217; said he. &#8216;Oh! then I don&#8217;t wonder at your surprise. I thought I
+	had told you. I had an uncle, a glazier, who died, and left me twenty pounds, and this mourning-ring;
+	and I therefore have made it a rule to break the windows of all public places ever since. The
+	loss is not worth speaking of to the parish, and puts a nice bit of money in the pocket of some poor
+	dealer in putty, with probably a large family to support. And now I&#8217;ve explained, I presume you
+	have no objection to my proceeding in paying what I consider a debt of gratitude due to my dead
+	uncle.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Hold! Reymes,&#8217; said I, as he was picking up a pebble. &#8216;How do you know but the poor fellow
+	with the large family may not undertake to repair the windows by contract, at so much a year or
+	month?&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;Eh! egad, I never thought of that,&#8217; said the whimsical, good-hearted creature. &#8216;I&#8217;ll suspend
+	operations until I&#8217;ve made the inquiry, and if I&#8217;ve wronged him I&#8217;ll make amends.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell</span> is a plain-spoken man, and seldom spares age or sex in his exposure of the
+	secrets of the stage, and the appliances and means to boot which are sometimes adopted
+	by theatrical men and women to make an old face or form &#8216;look maist as weel&#8217;s the new.&#8217;
+	The celebrated Mrs. <span class="special_name">Jordan</span>, in performing with him, was always very averse to his playing
+	near the foot-lights, greatly preferring to act between the second entrances. The &#8216;moving
+	why&#8217; is thus explained:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> fact is, she was getting old; dimples turn to crinkles after long use; beside, she wore a wig
+	glued on; and in the heat of acting&#8212;for she was always in earnest&#8212;I have seen some of the tenacious
+	compound with which it was secured trickle down a wrinkle behind her ear; her person, too,
+	was extremely round and large, though still retaining something of the outline of its former grace:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;And after all, &#8217;twould puzzle to say where</p>
+	<p>It would not spoil a charm to pare.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">There</span> is no calamity in the catalogue of ills &#8216;that flesh is heir to&#8217; so horrible as the approach of old
+	age to an actor. Juvenile tragedy, light comedy, and walking gentleman with little pot-bellies, and
+	<em>have-been</em> pretty women, are really to be pitied. Fancy a lady, who has had quires of sonnets made
+	to her eye-brow, being obliged, at last, to black it, play at the back of the stage at night, sit with her
+	back to the window in a shady part of the green-room in the morning, and keep on her bonnet unless
+	she can afford a very natural wig.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page177" name="page177"></a>177</span>Sad enough! sad enough! certainly, and as true as it is melancholy. But let us get on
+	board the Yankee vessel which brings Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell</span> to America, and at <em>his</em> &#8216;present writing&#8217;
+	is lying off Gravesend. The difficulty he experienced in getting up a conversation
+	with his fellow-passengers is a grievance still loudly complained of by his travelling countrymen:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">It</span> was a dark, drizzly, melancholy night; a fair specimen of Gravesend weather and the parts adjacent;
+	no &#8216;star that&#8217;s westward from the pole&#8217; to point my destined path, and furnish food for speculative
+	thought; and, after sliding five or six times up and down some twenty feet of wet deck, I
+	groped my way to the cabin. The captain was not on board, and I found myself a stranger among
+	men. Of all gregarious animals man is the most tardy in getting acquainted: meet them for the first
+	time in a jury-box, a stage-coach, or the cabin of a ship, and they always remind me of a little lot of
+	specimen sheep from different flocks, put together for the first time in the same pen; they walk about
+	and round and round, with all their heads and tails in different directions, and not a baa! escapes them;
+	but in half an hour some crooked-pated bell-wether perhaps, gives a south-down a little dig in the
+	ribs, and this example is followed by a Merino; and before the ending of the fair their heads are all one
+	way, and you&#8217;ll find them bleating together in full chorus. Now, in the case of man, a snuff-box instead
+	of the sheep&#8217;s horn, is an admirable introduction; for, if he refuses to take a pinch, he&#8217;ll generally
+	give you a sufficient reason why he does not, and that&#8217;s an excellent chance to form, perhaps, a
+	lasting friendship, but to scrape an acquaintance to a certainty; and if he takes it perhaps he&#8217;ll sneeze,
+	and you can come in with your &#8216;God bless you!&#8217; and so on, to a conversation about the plague in &#8217;66,
+	or the yellow fever on some other occasion, and can &#8216;bury your friends by dozens,&#8217; and &#8216;escape yourself
+	by a miracle,&#8217; very pleasantly for half an hour. But in this instance it was a total failure: one said
+	&#8216;I don&#8217;t use it;&#8217; another shook his head, and the third emptied his mouth of half a pint of spittle, and
+	said &#8216;he thought it bad enough to chaw!&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>When the vessel is fairly at sea, the social ice is gradually broken. It being just after
+	the war, the <i>rationale</i> of the following brief dialogue between Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell</span> and the mate
+	will be readily understood:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+		<p>&#8216;The mate was a weather-beaten, humorous &#8216;sea-monster;&#8217; upon asking his name, he replied:</p>
+		<p>&#8216;&#8216;If you&#8217;re an Englishman and I once tell you my name, you&#8217;ll never forget it.&#8217;</p>
+		<p>&#8216;&#8216;I don&#8217;t know that,&#8217; I replied; &#8216;I&#8217;m very unfortunate in remembering names.&#8217;</p>
+		<p>&#8216;&#8216;Oh, never mind!&#8217; said he, with a peculiarly sly, comical look; &#8216;if you&#8217;re an Englishman you&#8217;ll
+		never forget mine.&#8217;</p>
+		<p>&#8216;&#8216;Then I certainly am,&#8217; I replied.</p>
+		<p>&#8216;&#8216;Well, then,&#8217; said he drily, &#8216;my name&#8217;s <span class="special_name">Bunker</span>! and I&#8217;m <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;d</span> if any Englishman will ever forget
+		that name!&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>Mr. <span class="special_name">Cowell&#8217;s</span> arrival, dƩbut, and theatrical progress and associations in this and other
+	Atlantic towns, compose a diversified and palatable feast for the stage-loving public. His
+	sketches of actors, male and female, native and foreign, are limned with an artistical hand.
+	His picture of <span class="special_name">Kean&#8217;s</span> fleeing from &#8216;the hot pursuit of obloquy&#8217; is exceedingly vivid; and
+	&#8216;old <span class="special_name">Mathews&#8217;</span> American &#8216;trip&#8217; is well set forth. We find nothing so good, however,
+	touching that extraordinary mime, as the following illustration of his sensitiveness to newspaper
+	criticism, from the pen of the dramatic veteran, <span class="special_name">Moncrief</span>:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;<span class="first_word">Look</span> here,&#8217; he would say, taking up a paper and reading: &#8216;Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.&#8212;We
+	last night visited this elegant theatre for the purpose of witnessing the performance of that excellent
+	comedian, Mr. <span class="special_name">Belvi</span>, as <i>Octavian</i>, in the &#8216;Mountaineers,&#8217; for his own benefit. We hope it was
+	for his own benefit, for it certainly was not for the benefit of any one else; for a more execrable performance
+	we never witnessed. This gentleman had better stick to his comedy!&#8217; Grant me patience;
+	Heaven! There&#8217;s a fellow! What does he know about it? I suppose he would abuse my <i>Iago</i>&#8212;say
+	that is execrable! Isn&#8217;t this sufficient to drive any body mad? Because a man happens to have
+	played comedy all his life, &#8216;<em>we</em>&#8217; takes upon himself to think as a matter of course he can&#8217;t play tragedy,
+	though he may possess first rate tragic powers, as I do myself! I should have been the best <i>Hamlet</i>
+	on the stage if I didn&#8217;t limp; but let me go on: &#8216;We have seen <span class="special_name">Elliston</span> in the character.&#8217; A charlatan,
+	a mountebank; wouldn&#8217;t have me at Drury; and yet &#8216;<em>we</em>&#8217; thinks he has a syllable the advantage
+	of his competitor in this instance. We! we! as if the fellow had a parcel of pigs in his inside;
+	<em>we! we!</em> Who&#8217;s <em>we</em>? Why don&#8217;t he say Tompkins, or whatever his name is, Tompkins thinks
+	Elliston better in <i>Octavian</i> than Belvi; Belvi could kick Tompkins then; but who can kick <em>we</em>?&#8217;
+	etc., etc. And yet poor Mathews had no warmer admirers, no truer, no more constant friends than
+	those whose occasional animadversions would thus excite his ire.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+	<p>After running a very successful and popular career at the Park-Theatre, our artist-actor
+	is induced to assume the management of a circus-theatre just then in high vogue at the
+	<span class="special_name">Tattersall&#8217;s</span> building in Broadway. The subjoined was one of the many incidents
+	which occurred on his assuming the reins of the establishment:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> company was both extensive and excellent; a stud of thirty-three horses, four ponies
+	and a jack-ass, all so admirably selected and educated, that for beauty and utility they could
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page178" name="page178"></a>178</span>not be equalled any where. The company was popular and our success enormous. Of course,
+	like others when first placed in power, I made a total change in my cabinet. <span class="special_name">John Blake</span>
+	I appointed secretary of the treasury and principal ticket-seller; and to prove how excellent
+	a judge I was of integrity and capacity, he was engaged at the Park at the end of the season, and
+	has held that important situation there ever since. A delicious specimen of the Emerald Isle, with
+	the appropriate equestrian appellation of Billy Rider, received an office of nearly equal trust, though
+	smaller chance of perquisites&#8212;stage and stable door-keeper at night, and through the day a variety
+	of duties, to designate half of which would occupy a chapter. He was strict to a fault in the discharge
+	of his duty, as every urchin of that day who attempted to sneak into the circus can testify.
+	Conway the tragedian called to see me one evening, and in attempting to pass was stopped by Billy,
+	armed as usual, with a pitch-fork.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;What&#8217;s this you want? Who are ye? and where are you going?&#8217; says Billy.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;I wish to see Mr. Cowell,&#8217; says Conway.</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;Oh then, it&#8217;s till to-morrow at ten o&#8217;clock, in his office, that you&#8217;ll have to wait to perform that
+	operation.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;But, my dear fellow, my name is Conway, of the theatre; Mr. Cowell is my particular friend, and
+	I have his permission to enter.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p>&#8216;By my word, Sir, I thank ye kindly for the explination; and it&#8217;s a mighty tall, good-looking gentleman
+	you are too,&#8217; says Billy, presenting his pitch-fork; &#8216;but if ye were the blessed Redeemer,
+	with the cross under your arm, you couldn&#8217;t pass me without an orther from Mr. Cowell.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="special_name">Joe Cowell</span>,&#8217; in years gone by, has made us laugh many a good hour; and we hold
+	ourselves bound to reciprocate the pleasure he has afforded us, by warmly commending his
+	pleasant, gossipping volume to the readers of the <span class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span> throughout the United
+	States.</p>
+
+
+
+	<p class="work_reviewed"><span class="special_name">An Elementary Treatise on Human Physiology</span>: on the Basis of the &#8216;PrƩcis ElƩmentaire de
+	Physiologie&#8217; of <span class="special_name">Magendie</span>. Translated, enlarged, and illustrated with Diagrams and Cuts, by
+	Prof. <span class="special_name">John Revere</span>, M. D., of the University of New-York. In one volume. pp. 533. New-York:
+	<span class="special_name">Harper and Brothers</span>.</p>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">The</span> American translator and editor of the volume above cited is of opinion that since
+	the death of Sir <span class="special_name">Charles Bell</span>, there is no physiologist who stands so preƫminent as an
+	original observer and inquirer, or who has contributed so much to the present improved
+	state of the science by his individual efforts, as M. <span class="special_name">Magendie</span>. In facility in experimenting
+	upon living animals, and extended opportunities of observation, no one has surpassed
+	him; while through a long professional career his attention has been chiefly devoted to
+	physiological inquiries. There is one excellence which constitutes a predominant feature
+	in his system of Physiology that cannot be estimated too highly by the student of medicine;
+	and that is, the severe system of induction that he has pursued, excluding those imaginative
+	and speculative views which rather belong to metaphysics than physiology. The work is
+	also remarkable for the conciseness and perspicuity of its style, the clearness of its descriptions,
+	and the admirable arrangement of its matter. The present is a translation of the
+	fifth and last edition of the &#8216;<i>PrƩcis ElƩmentaire de Physiologie</i>,&#8217; in which the science is
+	brought down to the present time. It is not, like many modern systems, merely eclectic, or
+	a compilation of the experiments and doctrines of others. On the contrary, all the important
+	questions discussed, if not originally proposed and investigated by the author, have
+	been thoroughly examined and experimented upon by him. His observations, therefore,
+	on all these important subjects, carry with them great interest and weight derived from
+	these investigations. The translator and editor, while faithfully adhering to the spirit of
+	the author, has endeavored, and with success, to strip the work of its foreign costume, and
+	<em>naturalize</em> it to our language. He has added a large number of diagrams and pictorial
+	illustrations of the different organs and structures, taken from the highest and most recent
+	authorities, in the hope of rendering clearer to the student of medicine the observations
+	and reasonings on their functions. He has also made a number of additions on subjects
+	which he thought had been passed over in too general a manner in the original work of
+	<span class="special_name">Magendie</span>. In a word, his aim &#8216;to present a system of human physiology which shall exhibit
+	in a clear and intelligible manner the actual state of the science, and adapted to the
+	use of students of medicine in the United States,&#8217; has been thoroughly carried out.</p>
+
+
+	<p class="work_reviewed"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page179" name="page179"></a>179</span><span class="special_name">The Study of the Life of Woman</span>. By Madame <span class="special_name">Necker de Saussure</span>, of Geneva. Translated
+	from the French. In one volume. pp. 288. Philadelphia: <span class="special_name">Lea and Blanchard</span>. New-York:
+	<span class="special_name">Wiley and Putnam</span>.</p>
+
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">The</span> distinguished clergyman who introduces this excellent book to American readers
+	does it no more than justice when he declares it to be the work of a highly gifted mind,
+	containing many beautiful philosophical views of the relation which woman sustains in
+	society, abounding in the results of careful observation, and characterized by a pervading
+	religious spirit. It is adapted to accomplish great good, and its circulation would do much
+	to aid those who have the care of youthful females, and who desire that they should fill the
+	place in society for which they were designed. There is no work in our language which
+	occupies the place that this is intended to fill; nor which presents so interesting a view of
+	the organization of society by its great <span class="special_name">Author</span>, and of the situation appropriated to <em>woman</em>
+	in that organization. The book has reference more particularly to the elevated circles of
+	society; to those who have advantages for education; who have leisure for the cultivation
+	of the intellect and the heart after the usual course of education is completed, and who
+	have opportunities of doing good to others. &#8216;It will supply a place which is not filled now,
+	and would be eminently useful to that increasing number of individuals in our country.
+	It is much to be regretted that not a few when they leave school seem to contemplate little
+	farther advancement in the studies in which they have been engaged. A just view of the
+	place which woman is designed to occupy in society, as presented in this volume, would do
+	much to correct this error. We should regard it as an auspicious omen, if this work should
+	have an extensive circulation in this country, and believe that wherever it is perused it
+	will contribute to the elevation of the sex; to promote large views of the benevolence and
+	wisdom of the Creator in regard to the human family, and to advance the interests of
+	true religion.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+
+	<p class="work_reviewed"><span class="special_name">The American Review, and Metropolitan Magazine</span>. Numbers five and six. pp. 588. New-York:
+	<span class="special_name">Saxton and Miles</span>, Broadway.</p>
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">The</span> number of this publication for the December quarter is a very good one. We were
+	especially interested in the &#8216;Michael Agonistes&#8217; of Mr. <span class="special_name">J. W. Brown</span>, which is, in parts,
+	both powerful and harmonious, and in a dissertation upon &#8216;<span class="special_name">Weir&#8217;s</span> National Painting.&#8217;
+	The writer is of opinion that our eminent artist has made a sad mistake in the conception
+	of his striking group, although he awards warm praise to certain portions of the picture.
+	Still he says: &#8216;It argues slight knowledge of human nature to suppose that melancholy
+	resignation characterized those who at Delft-Haven embarked for a land of civil and religious
+	liberty; wild and inhospitable, to be sure, but still a land of Freedom. There
+	were other thoughts in the hearts of that noble band than those of sorrow. Even had they
+	been leaving the country of their birth, they would not have sorrowed; but as it was,
+	bidding farewell to a land of foreigners, almost as hostile to freedom as their own, they
+	felt not otherwise than joyful, and their bosoms were full of thoughtful, reasoning gladness.
+	The parting kiss of that young wife must have tried, somewhat, the firmness of her husband,
+	yet not enough to cloud his bright anticipations of the future. A different mood
+	than that imagined by Mr. <span class="special_name">Weir</span> should have pervaded the group, if we are not widely
+	in error. &#8216;With all its faults,&#8217; adds our critic, however, &#8216;The Embarkation of the Pilgrims,&#8217;
+	although not indicative of great genius, yet regarded as to execution, does honor
+	to Mr. <span class="special_name">Weir</span>. We should do injustice to the central group, did we omit to confess that the
+	devotional grandeur of the face of the minister, raised to heaven in prayer, struck us with a
+	feeling of awe, such as we had perhaps never before experienced.&#8217; This especial tribute
+	we have heard paid to this picture by every person whom we have heard refer to it.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="department" id="editors_table">
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page180" name="page180"></a>180</span></p>
+	<h2 class="title">EDITOR&#8217;S TABLE.</h2>
+	<div class="ed_table_item">
+
+
+	<p><span class="ed_table_title">American Manners and American
+	Literature.</span>&#8212;We ask the attention of every right-minded American to the
+	following remarks, which we take the liberty of transcribing from a welcome
+	epistle to the Editor, from one of our most esteemed and popular contributors.
+	The follies which it exposes and the evils which it laments have heretofore
+	formed the themes of papers in this Magazine from the pens of able
+	correspondents, as well as of occasional comment in our own departments; but we
+	do not remember to have seen the subject more felicitously handled than by our
+	friend: &#8216;The crying vice of the nation, and the one which of all others most
+	fastens the charge of inconsistency on our character and professions, is that
+	apish spirit with which we admire and copy every thing of European growth. While
+	we exalt our institutions, character and condition over those of all other
+	nations, and give ourselves &#8216;a name above every name,&#8217; is it not supremely
+	absurd for city to vie with city and family with family in adopting the latest
+	fashions in dress and opinions originating in nations which have grown old in
+	profligacy, and abound in the worthless excrescences of society? We profess to
+	be perfectly independent of all control in our thoughts and actions: &#8216;<i>Nullius
+	addicti jurare in verba magistri</i>.&#8217; Yet who more readily than we shout in chorus
+	to the newest modes of thinking ushered into ephemeral life by philosophers
+	across the water? Who adopt so early or carry so far the most outre and
+	preposterous styles of dress invented in Paris, as our American belles and
+	dandies? The newest cut in garments which was hatched in Paris beneath the
+	crescent-moon, her waning rays see carried to its utmost verge in our bustling
+	marts. We follow the revolutions in the configuration of coats, from square to
+	round, and from round to angular, with as scrupulous and painful a precision as
+	if our national honor depended on the issue. Nay, we are usually a little <em>too</em>
+	faithful, and fairly &#8216;out-Herod Herod.&#8217; Does the cockney of the &#8216;world&#8217;s
+	metropolis&#8217; compress his toes in boots tapering at an angle of forty degrees?
+	The republican fop promenades Broadway with <em>his</em> pedal extremities squeezed
+	into an angle of thirty; and the corns ensuing he bears with christian
+	fortitude; for does he not find his &#8216;exceeding great reward&#8217; in being more
+	fashionable than the Londoner himself? Has the fat of the Siberian bear, or
+	&#8216;thine incomparable oil, Macassar&#8217; called forth a thicket of hair on the cheek
+	of the Frenchman, reaching from the cerebral pulse to the submaxillary bone?
+	Instantly the pews of our churches, the boxes of our theatres, and the seats of
+	our legislative halls, are thronged with whey-faced apes, the moisture of whose
+	brains has exuded in nourishing a frowning hedge, of which the dark luxuriance
+	encircles the whole face, resembling the old pictures of the saints wherewith
+	our childhood was amused, encompassed with a glory! When the whiskered
+	&#8216;petit-mĆ¢itres&#8217; of Hyde-Park shall begin to transport their adorable persons to
+	this new world on a summer&#8217;s trip, they will be astonished not a little to be
+	stared at on landing through opera-glasses by counterparts of themselves; exact
+	to the last hair of the moustache. &#8216;Werily,&#8217; will be their ejaculation, &#8216;hit his
+	wery great presumption in these wulgar democrats to himitate us Henglish in this
+	way-ah!&#8217; Every <span class="pagenum"><a id="page181"
+	name="page181"></a>181</span>easterly wind blows in a fleet laden with cargoes
+	of folly, and every outward-bound vessel bears an order for fresh importations
+	of absurdity, of which milliners and tailors are the shippers, and flirts and
+	fops the consignees. So far has this mimicking spirit proceeded, that we regard
+	neither climate nor season. Were some accident to delay for a few months our
+	advices from Europe, I question not but our fashionable ladies would adopt in
+	mid-winter the same form and materials for their dresses which the Parisian
+	damsels sported on the Boulevards beneath the scorching dog-star. The changeful
+	and chilly atmosphere of our sea-board differs widely from the genial airs of
+	&#8216;La belle France,&#8217; and to adopt their fashions in detail is about as wise and
+	tasteful in us as it would be for the negro panting beneath the line to wrap
+	himself in the furs of Siberia, and substitute for his refreshing palm-juice the
+	usquebaugh of the Highlands. Who would not laugh himself into a pleurisy to see
+	the dandies of Timbuctoo stalking along in solemn gravity beneath their torrid
+	sun, encumbered with a Russian fur-cloak, or a Lapland &#8216;whip&#8217; on a snow-sledge,
+	driving his canine four-in-hand, with a Turkish turban and Grecian robe folded
+	carelessly around him? Yet wherein do we greatly differ in <em>our</em> absurdities!
+	Again: we profess to have lopped from our democratic tree the old-world customs
+	of hereditary title and patrimonial honor. <em>We</em> are no respecters of persons.
+	<em>We</em> have no reverence for ancestral virtues, and the lustre that shines only by
+	reflection has no charms for <em>us</em>. <em>We</em> respect no grandees but &#8216;nature&#8217;s
+	noblemen.&#8217; <em>We</em> look through the glittering atmosphere of place, and title, and
+	factitious distinction, at the man himself. The artificer of his own fortunes we
+	hail as a brother. He who possesses superior abilities or unblemished integrity,
+	<em>we</em> honor, though his hands be on the plough; and he who is imbecile or
+	dishonest, <em>we</em> despise, though his brow be encircled by a coronet. All noble,
+	consistent, rational, and right. But how is this? &#8216;Lo! a foreigner has landed on
+	our shores.&#8217; Well; what then? We also should be foreigners in Europe. &#8216;Yes; but
+	he bears the honorable appendage of Lord, or Sir, or De, or Di, or Von, or Don.&#8217;
+	Happy, meanwhile, thrice happy the youth whom his titleship will allow to treat
+	him; blessed, triumphantly blessed, the Miss whose charms have warmed into life
+	the cold gaze of my Lord Highbred, or Monsieur De Nonchalance. And oh! beatified
+	beyond all rapture the doting mother, who in her ripened and expanded miniature
+	begins to realize her dreams of &#8216;young romance,&#8217; and to hope by connection with
+	a family more lineally descended from Adam than her own, to obtain a rank</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+			<p>&#8216;Whose glory with a lingering trace,</p>
+			<p>Shines through and deifies her race!&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Truth, every word truth&#8212;satire most justly bestowed; and before relinquishing
+	this general theme, let us ask the reader to admire with us the cognate remarks
+	of a writer in the last number of the &#8216;North-American Review&#8217; upon the
+	importance of a <em>Literature</em> which shall be distinctive and national in its
+	character, and not a <i>rifacamento</i> of the varying literatures of various
+	nations: &#8216;The man whose heart is capable of any patriotic emotion, who feels his
+	pulse quicken when the idea of his country is brought home to him, must desire
+	that country to possess a voice more majestic than the roar of party, and more
+	potent than the whine of sects; a voice which should breathe energy and awaken
+	hope where-ever its kindling tones are heard. The life of our native land; the
+	inner spirit which animates its institutions; the new ideas and principles, of
+	which it is the representative; these every patriot must wish to behold
+	reflected from the broad mirror of a comprehensive and soul-animating
+	literature. The true vitality of a nation is not seen in the triumphs of its
+	industry, the extent of its conquests, or the reach of its empire; but in its
+	intellectual dominion. Posterity passes over statistical tables of trade and
+	population, to search for the records of the mind and heart. It is of little
+	moment how many millions of men were included at any time under the name of one
+	people, if they have left no intellectual testimonials of their mode and manner
+	of existence, no &#8216;foot-prints on the sands of time.&#8217; The heart refuses to glow
+	at the most astounding array of figures. A nation lives only through its
+	literature, and its mental life is immortal. And if we have a literature, it
+	should be a <span class="pagenum"><a id="page182"
+	name="page182"></a>182</span><em>national</em> literature; no feeble or sonorous echo
+	of Germany or England, but essentially American in its tone and object. No
+	matter how meritorious a composition may be, as long as any foreign nation can
+	say that it has done the same thing better, so long shall we be spoken of with
+	contempt, or in a spirit of benevolent patronage. We begin to sicken of the
+	custom, now so common, of presenting even our best poems to the attention of
+	foreigners, with a deprecating, apologetic air; as if their acceptance of the
+	offering, with a few soft and silky compliments, would be an act of kindness
+	demanding our warmest acknowledgments. If the Quarterly Review or Blackwood&#8217;s
+	Magazine speaks well of an American production, we think that we can praise it
+	ourselves, without incurring the reproach of bad taste. The folly we yearly
+	practise, of flying into passion with some inferior English writer, who
+	caricatures our faults, and tells dull jokes about his tour through the land,
+	has only the effect to exalt an insignificant scribbler into notoriety, and give
+	a nominal value to his recorded impertinence. If the mind and heart of the
+	country had its due expression, if its life had taken form in a literature
+	worthy of itself, we should pay little regard to the childish tattling of a pert
+	coxcomb who was discontented with our taverns, or the execrations of some bluff
+	sea-captain who was shocked with our manners. The uneasy sense we have of
+	something in our national existence which has not yet been fitly expressed,
+	gives poignancy to the least ridicule launched at faults and follies which lie
+	on the superficies of our life. Every person feels, that a book which condemns
+	the country for its peculiarities of manners and customs, does not pierce into
+	the heart of the matter, and is essentially worthless. If Bishop <span
+	class="special_name">Berkeley</span>, when he visited <span
+	class="special_name">Malebranche</span>, had paid exclusive attention to the
+	habitation, raiment, and manners of the man, and neglected the conversation of
+	the metaphysician, and, when he returned to England, had entertained <span
+	class="special_name">Pope</span>, <span class="special_name">Swift</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Gay</span>, and <span class="special_name">Arbuthnot</span>
+	with satirical descriptions of the &#8216;compliment extern&#8217; of his eccentric host, he
+	would have acted just as wisely as many an English tourist, with whose malicious
+	pleasantry on our habits of chewing, spitting, and eating, we are silly enough
+	to quarrel. To the United States in reference to the pop-gun shots of foreign
+	tourists, might be addressed the warning which Peter Plymley thundered against
+	<span class="special_name">Bonaparte</span>, in reference to the Anti-Jacobin
+	jests of <span class="special_name">Canning</span>: Tremble, oh! thou land of
+	many spitters and voters, &#8216;for a <em>pleasant</em> man has come out against thee, and
+	thou shalt be laid low by a joker of jokes, and he shall talk his pleasant talk
+	to thee, and thou shalt be no more!&#8217; In order that America may take its due rank
+	in the commonwealth of nations, a literature is needed which shall be the
+	exponent of its higher life. We live in times of turbulence and change. There is
+	a general dissatisfaction, manifesting itself often in rude contests and ruder
+	speech, with the gulf which separates principles from actions. Men are
+	struggling to realize dim ideals of right and truth, and each failure adds to
+	the desperate earnestness of their efforts. Beneath all the shrewdness and
+	selfishness of the American character, there is a smouldering enthusiasm which
+	flames out at the first touch of fire; sometimes at the hot and hasty words of
+	party, and sometimes at the bidding of great thoughts and unselfish principles.
+	The heart of the nation is easily stirred to its depths; but those who rouse its
+	fiery impulses into action are often men compounded of ignorance and wickedness,
+	and wholly unfitted to guide the passions which they are able to excite. We want
+	a poetry which shall speak in clear, loud tones to the people; a poetry which
+	shall make us more in love with our native land, by converting its ennobling
+	scenery into the images of lofty thoughts; which shall give visible form and
+	life to the abstract ideas of our written constitutions; which shall confer upon
+	virtue all the strength of principle and all the energy of passion; which shall
+	disentangle freedom from cant and senseless hyperbole, and render it a thing of
+	such loveliness and grandeur as to justify all self-sacrifice; which shall make
+	us love man by the new consecrations it sheds on his life and destiny; which
+	shall force through the thin partitions of conventialism and expediency;
+	vindicate the majesty of reason; give new power to the voice of conscience, and
+	new vitality to human affection; soften and elevate passion; guide enthusiasm in
+	a right direction; and speak out in the high language of men to a nation of
+	men.&#8217;</p>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page183" name="page183"></a>183</span><span
+	class="special_name">The North-American Review</span> for the January quarter is
+	one of the best issues of that &#8216;ancient and honorable&#8217; Quarterly which we have
+	encountered for many months. It contains eight extended reviews, five brief
+	&#8216;Critical Notices,&#8217; and the usual quarterly list of new publications. The first
+	article is upon the &#8216;<i>Poets and Poetry of America</i>,&#8217; a work &#8216;which has travelled
+	through many States and four editions,&#8217; and for the production of which Mr.
+	<span class="special_name">Griswold</span> is justly commended. In the progress
+	of this paper, the writer indulges in a sort of running commentary upon the more
+	conspicuous poets included in the compiler&#8217;s collection, as <span
+	class="special_name">Bryant</span>, <span class="special_name">Halleck</span>,
+	<span class="special_name">Sprague</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Dana,</span> <span class="special_name">Percival</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Longfellow</span>, <span class="special_name">Willis
+	Gaylord Clark</span>, <span class="special_name">Holmes</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Whittier</span>, etc., etc. Of <span
+	class="special_name">Bryant</span> the reviewer among other things remarks:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+		<p>&#8216;<span class="special_name">Mr. Griswold</span> says finely of <span
+		class="special_name">Bryant</span>, that &#8216;he is the translator of the
+		silent language of nature to the world.&#8217; The serene beauty and thoughtful
+		tenderness, which characterize his descriptions, or rather interpretations of
+		outward objects, are paralleled only in <span
+		class="special_name">Wordsworth</span>. His poems are almost perfect of their
+		kind. The fruits of meditation, rather than of passion or imagination, and
+		rarely startling with an unexpected image or sudden outbreak of feeling, they
+		are admirable specimens of what may be called the philosophy of the soul. They
+		address the finer instincts of our nature with a voice so winning and gentle;
+		they search out with such subtle power all in the heart which is true and good;
+		that their influence, though quiet, is resistless. They have consecrated to many
+		minds things which before it was painful to contemplate. Who can say that his
+		feelings and fears respecting death have not received an insensible change,
+		since reading the &#8216;Thanatopsis?&#8217; Indeed, we think that <span
+		class="special_name">Bryant&#8217;s</span> poems are valuable, not only for
+		their intrinsic excellence, but for the vast influence their wide circulation is
+		calculated to exercise on national feelings and manners. It is impossible to
+		read them without being morally benefitted. They purify as well as please. They
+		develope or encourage all the elevated and thoughtful tendencies of the
+		mind.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>We are glad to see the reproof which the reviewer bestows upon those critics of
+	<span class="special_name">Longfellow&#8217;s</span> poetry, who to escape the trouble
+	of analysis, offer some smooth eulogium upon his &#8216;taste,&#8217; or some lip-homage to
+	his &#8216;artistical ability,&#8217; instead of noting the tendency of his writings to
+	touch the heroic strings in our nature, to breathe energy into the heart, to
+	sustain our lagging purposes, and fix our thoughts on what is stable and
+	eternal. The following is eminently just:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+		<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> great characteristic of <span class="special_name">Longfellow</span>, that
+		of addressing the moral nature through the imagination, of linking moral truth
+		to intellectual beauty, is a far greater excellence. His artistical ability is
+		admirable, because it is not seen. It is rather mental than mechanical. The best
+		artist is he who accommodates his diction to his subject. In this sense, <span
+		class="special_name">Longfellow</span> is an artist. By learning &#8216;to labor and
+		to wait,&#8217; by steadily brooding over the chaos in which thought and emotion first
+		appear to the mind, and giving shape and life to both, before uttering them in
+		words, he has obtained a singular mastery over expression. By this we do not
+		mean that he has a large command of language. No fallacy is greater than that
+		which confounds fluency with expression. Washerwomen, and boys at debating
+		clubs, often display more fluency than <span
+		class="special_name">Webster</span>; but his words are to theirs, as the roll of
+		thunder to the patter of rain. Language often receives its significance and
+		power from the person who uses it. Unless permeated by the higher faculties of
+		the mind, unless it be not the clothing, but the &#8216;incarnation of thought,&#8217; it is
+		quite an humble power. There are some writers who repose undoubting confidence
+		in words. If their minds be filled with the epithets of poetry, they fondly deem
+		that they have clutched its essence. In a piece of inferior verse, we often
+		observe a great array of expressions which have been employed with great effect
+		by genius, but which seem to burn the fingers and disconcert the equanimity of
+		the aspiring word-catcher who presses them into his service. Felicity, not
+		fluency, of language is a merit.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Exactly; yet these same &#8216;fluent&#8217; versifiers are the persons who talk with
+	elaborate flippancy of the &#8216;simple common-places&#8217; of this noble poet! The
+	reviewer adds: &#8216;<span class="special_name">Longfellow</span> has a perfect
+	command of that expression which results from restraining rather than
+	cultivating fluency; and his manner is adapted to his theme. He rarely, if ever,
+	mistakes &#8216;emotions for conceptions.&#8217; His words are often pictures of his
+	thought. He selects with great delicacy and precision the exact phrase which
+	best expresses or suggests his idea. He colors his style with the skill of a
+	painter. The warm flush and bright tints, as well as the most evanescent hues of
+	language, he uses with admirable discretion. In that higher department of his
+	art, that of so combining his words and images that they make music to the soul
+	as well as to the ear, and convey not only his feelings and thoughts, but also
+	the very tone and condition of the soul in which they have being, he likewise
+	excels.&#8217; The reviewer <span class="pagenum"><a id="page184"
+	name="page184"></a>184</span>illustrates these remarks, by citing the &#8216;Psalms of
+	Life,&#8217; the &#8216;Saga of the Skeleton in Armor,&#8217; &#8216;The Village Blacksmith,&#8217; etc.,
+	which were written by Mr. <span class="special_name">Longfellow</span> for the
+	pages of this Magazine, and adds, that our poet indulges in no &#8216;wild struggles
+	after an ineffable Something, for which earth can afford but imperfect symbols.
+	He appears perfectly satisfied with his work. Like his own &#8216;Village Blacksmith,&#8217;
+	he retires every night with the feeling that something has been attempted, and
+	something <em>done</em>.&#8217; There is a subtle analysis of the style of that first of
+	comic poets, <span class="special_name">Holmes</span>, for which we shall
+	endeavor to find space hereafter. Of the writings of the late lamented <span
+	class="special_name">Willis Gaylord Clark</span>, the reviewer remarks, that
+	they &#8216;are all distinguished for a graceful and elegant diction, thoughts morally
+	and poetically beautiful, and chaste and appropriate imagery. They exhibit much
+	purity and strength of feeling, are replete with fancy and sentiment, and have
+	often a searching pathos and a mournful beauty, which find their way quietly to
+	the heart.&#8217; The poetry of our friend and correspondent <span
+	class="special_name">Whittier</span> is warmly commended: &#8216;A common thought
+	comes from his pen &#8216;rammed with life.&#8217; He seems in some of his lyrics to pour
+	out his blood with his lines. There is a rush of passion in his verse, which
+	sweeps every thing along with it.&#8217; The remaining references are to the
+	lady-poets, Mesdames <span class="first_word">Brooks</span>, <span class="first_word">Child</span>, <span class="first_word">Sigourney</span>, <span class="first_word">Smith</span>, <span class="first_word">Welby</span>, <span class="first_word">Hall</span>, <span class="first_word">Ellet</span>,
+	<span class="first_word">Dinnie</span>, <span class="first_word">Embury</span>, <span class="first_word">Hooper</span>, the <span class="first_word">Davidsons</span>, etc. The whole article is well
+	considered; and we cordially commend it to the attention of our readers. The
+	remaining papers are upon <span class="special_name">Palfrey&#8217;s</span> admirable
+	&#8216;Lectures on the Evidences of Christianity,&#8217; &#8216;Trade with the Hanse-Towns, the
+	German Tariff-League;&#8217; &#8216;<span class="special_name">Gervinus&#8217;s</span> History of
+	German Poetry;&#8217; &#8216;Debts of the States,&#8217; an excellent and most timely article;&#8217;
+	&#8216;<span class="special_name">Prescott&#8217;s</span> History of Mexico;&#8217; &#8216;<span
+	class="special_name">Sam Slick</span> in England;&#8217; and a valuable dissertation
+	on Libraries, based upon the catalogue of the library of Brown University.</p>
+	</div>
+	<div class="ed_table_item">
+
+	<p><span class="ed_table_title">Joseph C. Neal&#8217;s &#8216;Charcoal Sketches.&#8217;</span>&#8212;Right glad are we to welcome from the
+	teeming press of Messrs. <span class="special_name">Burgess and Stringer</span> a new edition of these most humorous
+	and witty sketches, illustrated with engravings by <span class="special_name">D. C. Johnston</span>, of Boston. We have
+	re-perused them with renewed delight, and awakened again the echoes of our silent sanctum,
+	in the excess of our cachinnatory enjoyment. Our friend <span class="special_name">Morton M&#8216;Michael</span>, in
+	the &#8216;advance <span class="special_name">Graham</span>&#8217; for February, (which by the way contains a breathing likeness of
+	the sketcher,) has the following remarks upon the papers composing the volume before us,
+	which we most cordially endorse: &#8216;No one, who has his faculties in a healthy condition,
+	can read them and not feel convinced that they are the productions of a superior and highly
+	gifted mind. They not only smack strongly of what all true men love, genuine humor;
+	rich, racy, glorious humor; at which you may indulge in an honest outbreak of laughter,
+	and not feel ashamed afterward because you have thrown away good mirth on a pitiful
+	jest; but when you have laughed your fill, if you choose to look beneath the surface, which
+	sparkles and bubbles with brilliant fancies, you will find an under current of truthful observation,
+	abundant in matter for sober thought in your graver moments. In all of them,
+	light and trifling as they seem, and pleasant as they unquestionably are, there is a deep
+	and solemn moral. The follies and vices which, in weak natures, soon grow into crimes,
+	are here presented in such a way as to forewarn those who are about to yield to temptation,
+	not by dull monitions and unregarded homilies, but by making the actors themselves unconscious
+	protestants against their own misdoings. And to do this well requires a combination
+	of abilities such as few possess. There must be the quick eye to perceive, the nice
+	judgment to discriminate, the active memory to retain, the vigorous pen to depict, and
+	above all, the soul, the mind, the genius, call it what you will, to infuse into the whole life
+	and spirit and power. Now, all these qualities Neal has in an eminent degree, and he
+	applies them with the skill of an accomplished artist. What he does he does thoroughly,
+	perfectly. His portraits, which he modestly calls sketches, are unmistakeable. The very
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page185" name="page185"></a>185</span>men he wishes to portray are before you, and they are not only limned to the outward eye,
+	but they speak also to the outward ear, and in sentences thickly clustered with the drollest
+	conceits, they convey lessons of practical philosophy, and make revelations of the strange
+	perversities of our inward nature, from which even the wise may gather profitable conclusions.&#8217;
+	Our friend speaks of Mr. <span class="special_name">Neal&#8217;s</span> being &#8216;comparatively little known.&#8217; We
+	have good reason to believe that one great cause of this is, that his name has often been
+	confounded with that of another and altogether different species of <span class="special_name">Neal</span>, whose infinite
+	twattle&#8212;infinite alike in degree and quantity&#8212;has prejudiced the public mind against
+	any thing that may seem to come in &#8216;questionable shape&#8217; from a questionable source. This
+	error has had its advantages to <em>one</em> party, no doubt, since there was &#8216;every thing to gain
+	and nothing to lose;&#8217; an advantage however which the prefix of the first two initials of
+	our friend and correspondent to passages from his work which may hereafter find their way
+	into the newspapers, will transfer to the rightful recipient. But to the volume in question,
+	from which we are about to make a few random selections, illustrating the characters of
+	sundry &#8216;city worthies,&#8217; who are &#8216;comprehended as vagrom men&#8217; by the &#8216;charleys&#8217; or
+	watchmen of the good City of Brotherly Love. Let us begin with the soliloquy of the
+	poetical <span class="special_name">Olympus Pump</span>:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;<span class="first_word">Genius</span> never feels its oats until after
+	sunset; twilight applies the spanner to the fire-plug of fancy to give its
+	bubbling fountains way; and midnight lifts the sluices for the cataracts of the
+	heart, and cries, &#8216;Pass on the water!&#8217; Yes, and economically considered, night
+	is this world&#8217;s Spanish cloak; for no matter how dilapidated or festooned one&#8217;s
+	apparel may be, the loops and windows cannot be discovered, and we look as
+	elegant and as beautiful as get out. Ah!&#8217; continued Pump, as he gracefully
+	reclined upon the stall, &#8216;it&#8217;s really astonishing how rich I am in the idea line
+	to-night. But it&#8217;s no use. I&#8217;ve got no pencil&#8212;not even a piece of chalk to
+	write &#8217;em on my hat for my next poem. It&#8217;s a great pity ideas are so much of the
+	soap-bubble order, that you can&#8217;t tie &#8217;em up in a pocket handkerchief, like a
+	half peck of potatoes, or string &#8217;em on a stick like catfish. I often have the
+	most beautiful notions scampering through my head with the grace, but alas! the
+	swiftness too, of kittens, especially just before I get asleep; but they&#8217;re all
+	lost for the want of a trap; an intellectual figgery four. I wish we could find
+	out the way of sprinkling salt on their tails, and make &#8217;em wait till we want to
+	use &#8217;em. Why can&#8217;t some of the meaner souls invent an idea-catcher for the use
+	of genius? I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;d find it profitable, for I wouldn&#8217;t mind owing a man
+	twenty dollars for one myself.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	</div>
+
+	<p>Mr. <span class="special_name">Fydget Fyxington</span> is another worthy, who
+	reverts continually to &#8216;first principles,&#8217; and is full of schemes and projects,
+	especially when he chances to have &#8216;a stone in his hat.&#8217; Hear him:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;<span class="first_word">Nothin&#8217;s</span> fixed no how; our grand-dads must a
+	been lazy rascals. Why didn&#8217;t they roof over the side-walks, and not leave every
+	thing for us to do? I ain&#8217;t got no numbrell, and besides that, when it comes
+	down as if raining was no name for it, as it always does when I&#8217;m cotch&#8217;d out,
+	numbrells is no great shakes if you&#8217;ve got one with you, and no shakes at all if
+	it&#8217;s at home. It&#8217;s a pity we ain&#8217;t got feathers, so&#8217;s to grow our own jacket and
+	trowsers, and do up the tailorin&#8217; business, and make our own feather beds. It
+	would be a great savin&#8217;; every man his own clothes, and every man his own
+	feather bed. Now I&#8217;ve got a suggestion about that; first principles bring us to
+	the skin; fortify that, and the matter&#8217;s done. How would it do to bile a big
+	kittle full of tar, tallow, beeswax and injen rubber, with considerable wool,
+	and dab the whole family once a week? The young&#8217;uns might be soused in it every
+	Saturday night, and the nigger might fix the elderly folks with a whitewash
+	brush. Then there wouldn&#8217;t be no bother a washing your clothes or yourself,
+	which last is an invention of the doctor to make people sick, because it lets in
+	the cold in winter and the heat in summer, when natur&#8217; says shut up the porouses
+	and keep &#8217;em out. Besides, when the new invention was tore at the knees or wore
+	at the elbows, just tell the nigger to put on the kittle and give you a dab, and
+	you&#8217;re patched slick; and so that whole mobs of people mightn&#8217;t stick together
+	like figs, a little sperrits of turpentine or litharage might be added to make
+	&#8217;em dry like a house-a-fire. &#8217;Twould be nice for sojers. Stand &#8217;em all of a
+	row, and whitewash &#8217;em blue or red, according to pattern, as if they were a
+	fence. The gin&#8217;rals might look on to see if it was done according to Gunter; the
+	cap&#8217;ins might flourish the brush, and the corpulars carry the bucket. Dandies
+	could fix themselves all sorts of streaked and all sorts of colors. When the
+	parterials is cheap and the making don&#8217;t cost nothing, that&#8217;s what I call
+	economy, and coming as near as possible to first principles. It&#8217;s a better way,
+	too, of keeping out the rain, than my t&#8217;other plan of flogging people when
+	they&#8217;re young, to make their hides hard and water-proof. A good licking is a
+	sound first principle for juveniles, but they&#8217;ve got a prejudice agin it.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8216;A pair of Slippers&#8217; brings us acquainted with another original personage, who
+	one dark night soliloquizes on this wise:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;<span class="first_word">I&#8217;ve</span> not the slightest doubt that this is as
+	beautiful a night as ever was; only it&#8217;s so dark you can&#8217;t see the pattern of
+	it. One night is pretty much like another night in the dark; but it&#8217;s a great
+	advantage to a good-looking evening, if the lamps are lit, so you can twig the
+	stars and the moonshine. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page186"
+	name="page186"></a>186</span>The fact is, that in this &#8216;ere city, we do grow the
+	blackest moons, and the hardest moons to find, I ever did see. Lamps is lamps,
+	and moons is moons, in a business pint of view, but practically they ain&#8217;t much
+	if the wicks ain&#8217;t afire. When the luminaries are, as I may say, in the raw,
+	it&#8217;s bad for me. I can&#8217;t see the ground as perforately as little fellers, and
+	every dark night I&#8217;m sure to get a hyst; either a forrerd hyst, or a backerd
+	hyst, or some sort of a hyst; but more backerds than forrerds, &#8216;specially in
+	winter. One of the most unfeeling tricks I know of, is the way some folks have
+	got of laughing out, yaw-haw! when they see a gentleman ketching a reg&#8217;lar hyst;
+	a long gentleman, for instance, with his legs in the air, and his noddle splat
+	down upon the cold bricks. A hyst of itself is bad enough, without being
+	sniggered at: first, your sconce gets a crack; then, you see all sorts of stars,
+	and have free admission to the fire-works; then, you scramble up, feeling as if
+	you had no head on your shoulders, and as if it wasn&#8217;t you, but some confounded
+	disagreeable feller in your clothes; yet the jacksnipes all grin, as if the
+	misfortunes of human nature was only a poppet show. I wouldn&#8217;t mind it, if you
+	could get up and look as if you didn&#8217;t care. But a man can&#8217;t rise, after a royal
+	hyst, without letting on he feels flat. In such cases, however, sympathy is all
+	gammon; and as for sensibility of a winter&#8217;s day, people keep it all for their
+	own noses, and can&#8217;t be coaxed to retail it by the small.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="special_name">Dilly Jones</span>&#8217; is one of those unfortunate
+	wights &#8216;just whose luck&#8217; it is never to succeed in any thing they undertake. In
+	a state of &#8216;mellow&#8217; mental abstraction, while lamenting that the trade of one&#8217;s
+	early days might not likewise be the trade of one&#8217;s latter years, he
+	unconsciously utters his thoughts aloud:</p>
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;&#8216;<span class="first_word">Sawing</span> wood&#8217;s going all to smash,&#8217; said he,
+	&#8216;and that&#8217;s where every thing goes what I speculates in. This here coal is doing
+	us up. Ever since these black stones was brought to town, the wood-sawyers and
+	pilers, and them soap-fat and hickory-ashes men, has been going down; and, for
+	my part, I can&#8217;t say as I see what&#8217;s to be the end of all their new-fangled
+	contraptions. But it&#8217;s always so; I&#8217;m always crawling out of the little end of
+	the horn. I began life in a comfortable sort of a way; selling oysters out of a
+	wheel-barrow, all clear grit, and didn&#8217;t owe nobody nothing. Oysters went down
+	slick enough for a while, but at last cellars was invented, and darn the oyster,
+	no matter how nice it was pickled, could poor Dill sell; so I had to eat up
+	capital and profits myself. Then the &#8216;pepree-pot smoking&#8217; was sot up, and went
+	ahead pretty considerable for a time; but a parcel of fellers come into it, said
+	my cats wasn&#8217;t as good as their&#8217;n, when I know&#8217;d they was as fresh as any cats
+	in the market; and pepree-pot was no go. Bean-soup was just as bad; people said
+	kittens wasn&#8217;t good done that way, and the more I hollered, the more the
+	customers wouldn&#8217;t come, and them what did, wanted tick. Along with the boys and
+	their pewter fips, them what got trust and didn&#8217;t pay, and the abusing of my
+	goods, I was soon fotch&#8217;d up in the victualling line&#8212;and I busted for the
+	benefit of my creditors. But genius riz. I made a raise of a horse and saw,
+	after being a wood-piler&#8217;s prentice for a while, and working till I was free,
+	and now here comes the coal to knock this business in the head.&#8217; Ā· Ā· Ā· &#8216;I wonder
+	if they wouldn&#8217;t list me for a Charley? Hollering oysters and bean-soup has guv&#8217;
+	me a splendid woice; and instead of skeering &#8217;em away, if the thieves were to
+	hear me singing out, my style of doing it would almost coax &#8217;em to come and be
+	took up. They&#8217;d feel like a bird when a snake is after it, and would walk up,
+	and poke their coat collars right into my fist. Then, after a while, I&#8217;d perhaps
+	be promoted to the fancy business of pig ketching, which, though it is werry
+	light and werry elegant, requires genus. &#8217;Tisn&#8217;t every man that can come the
+	scientifics in that line, and has studied the nature of a pig, so as to beat him
+	at canœuvering, and make him surrender &#8216;cause he sees it ain&#8217;t no use of doing
+	nothing. It wants larning to conwince them critters, and it&#8217;s only to be done by
+	heading &#8217;em up handsome, hopping which ever way they hop, and tripping &#8217;em up
+	genteel by shaking hands with their off hind leg. I&#8217;d scorn to pull their tails
+	out by the roots, or to hurt their feelin&#8217;s by dragging &#8217;em about by the ears.
+	But what&#8217;s the use? If I was listed, they&#8217;d soon find out to holler the hour and
+	to ketch the thieves by steam; yes, and they&#8217;d take &#8217;em to court on a railroad,
+	and try &#8217;em with biling water. They&#8217;ll soon have black locomotives for watchmen
+	and constables, and big bilers for judges and mayors. Pigs will be ketched by
+	steam, and will be biled fit to eat before they are done squealing. By and by,
+	folks won&#8217;t be of no use at all. There won&#8217;t be no people in the world but
+	tea-kittles; no mouths, but safety-valves; and no talking, but blowing off
+	steam. If I had a little biler inside of me, I&#8217;d turn omnibus, and week-days I&#8217;d
+	run from Kensington to the Navy Yard, and Sundays I&#8217;d run to Fairmount.&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+	<p>There is a world of wisdom in the syllabus, or &#8216;argument,&#8217; prefixed to each
+	sketch; but for these we must refer the reader to the volume itself. The <span
+	class="special_name">Dogberrys</span> too are as wise as their &#8216;illustrious
+	predecessor,&#8217; and are quite as profuse of advice to &#8216;the plaintiffs&#8217; who fall
+	into their hands. Take a single specimen: &#8216;Take keer&#8212;don&#8217;t persume; I&#8217;m a
+	&#8216;fishal functionary out a-ketching of dogs. You mustn&#8217;t cut up because it&#8217;s
+	night. The mayor and the &#8216;squires has gone to bed; but the law is a thing that
+	never gets asleep. After ten o&#8217;clock the law is a watchman and a dog-ketcher;
+	we&#8217;re the whole law till breakfast&#8217;s a&#8217;most ready.&#8217; &#8216;You&#8217;re a clever enough kind
+	of little feller, sonny; but you ain&#8217;t been eddicated to the law as I have; so
+	I&#8217;ll give you a lecture. Justice vinks at vot it can&#8217;t see, and lets them off
+	vot it can&#8217;t ketch. When you want to break it, you must dodge. You may do what
+	you like in your own house, and the law don&#8217;t know nothing about the matter. But
+	never go thumping and bumping about the streets, when you are primed and
+	snapped. That&#8217;s intemperance, and the other is temperance. But now you <span
+	class="pagenum"><a id="page187" name="page187"></a>187</span>come under the
+	muzzle of the ordinance; you&#8217;re a loafer.&#8217; One of these &#8216;&#8216;fishal functionaries&#8217;
+	justifies extreme physical means in &#8216;captivating obstropolous vagroms&#8217; both by
+	reason and distinguished precedent: &#8216;Wolloping is the only way; it&#8217;s a panacea
+	for differences of opinion. You&#8217;ll find it in history books, that one nation
+	teaches another what it didn&#8217;t know before by wolloping it; that&#8217;s the method of
+	civilizing savages; the Romans put the whole world to rights that way; and
+	what&#8217;s right on the big figger must be right on the small scale. In short,
+	there&#8217;s nothing like wolloping for taking the conceit out of fellows who think
+	they know more than their betters.&#8217; &#8216;And so forth, et cetera,&#8217; as may be
+	ascertained on a perusal of the volume.</p>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="ed_table_item">
+
+	<p><span class="ed_table_title">Life and Times of the late William Abbott: Third
+	Notice.</span>&#8212;This most entertaining manuscript-volume, from which we have
+	already drawn so largely for the entertainment of our readers, has not been
+	published in America, as it was designed to have been, owing partly as we learn
+	to the fact that, through &#8216;something like unfair dealing&#8217; toward the widow of
+	the writer, a copy of half the volume had been transmitted to England, parts of
+	which have already reached this country in the pages of a London magazine. We
+	had the pleasure to anticipate by a month or two the best portions even of these
+	printed chapters; and we proceed to select passages from other divisions of this
+	interesting auto-biography, which were written out after a duplicate copy of the
+	earlier chapters had been transmitted to the London publisher. Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Abbott</span> (aside from the society to which he had the
+	entrƩe on account of his professional merits,) was a personal favorite with many
+	of the most eminent personages among the English nobility, with whom he was on
+	terms of close intimacy; but we never find him illustrating his own importance
+	by the narration of the social anecdotes or careless table-talk of his
+	distinguished friends, as too many of his contemporaries have done. He was
+	honored with the cordial friendship of the <span class="special_name">Earls
+	Glengall</span> and <span class="special_name">Fitzharding</span>; and &#8216;at their
+	tables,&#8217; he writes, &#8216;I was a frequent guest, where I constantly met with society
+	embracing the highest rank and most distinguished talent in England. I refrain,
+	from obvious reasons, from mentioning names; but I may say that if there was
+	ever a class of persons who confer honor upon the society in which they mingle,
+	it is <em>the Aristocracy of Great-Britain</em>. There is a delicacy and forbearance in
+	their manner, and that air of perfect equality which is so indicative of the
+	accomplished gentleman and scholar. <span class="special_name">Colman</span> was
+	a very frequent guest at these dinners, and was, with the exception perhaps of
+	<span class="special_name">Lord Alvanley</span>, one of the most brilliant
+	diners-out in London.&#8217; This testimony, let us remark in passing, in favor of the
+	ease and simplicity of the really high-born gentlemen of England, is confirmed
+	by all Americans who have been well received in English society. The reader will
+	especially remember the tribute paid on this point by Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Sanderson</span>, the accomplished &#8216;American in Paris,&#8217; in
+	his &#8216;Familiar Letters from London,&#8217; in these pages. But we are standing before
+	Mr. <span class="special_name">Abbott</span>. In Edinburgh &#8216;there lies the
+	scene:&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">I again</span> visited Edinburgh at the close of the
+	Covent-Garden season, and received the same undiminished hospitality as on a
+	former occasion. I established an intimacy with the <span
+	class="special_name">Ballantines</span> of celebrated <span
+	class="special_name">Scott</span> memory. <span
+	class="special_name">Matthews</span> was indebted to <span
+	class="special_name">John Ballantine</span> for his famous old Scotch woman, and
+	he certainly rivalled his preceptor in the quaint and dry humor with which he
+	narrated that most amusing story. The management of the Edinburgh Theatre rested
+	in the hands of Mr. <span class="special_name">Murray</span>. He was the only
+	son of the <span class="special_name">Murray</span> formerly of Covent-Garden
+	Theatre, who was one of the most chaste and impressive actors I ever saw. His
+	Adam, in &#8216;As you Like it,&#8217; was really the perfection of the art. Mrs. <span
+	class="special_name">Henry Siddons</span>, in whom the property was vested at
+	the death of her husband, was, fortunately for me, residing with her charming
+	family in Edinburgh, and I was a constant guest at her table. Her manners were
+	fascinating in the extreme, and a greater compliment could not well be paid than
+	in having the entrƩe to a family so intellectual in their resources, and so
+	perfectly amiable in disposition. A very amusing and agreeable club was got up
+	by a party of young <span class="pagenum"><a id="page188"
+	name="page188"></a>188</span>advocates. Delightful it was, from its very
+	absurdity; in fact the nonsense of men of sense is an admirable couch to repose
+	upon. Our numbers were limited, and embraced some of that powerful intellect
+	which the modern Athens possesses in so eminent degree. Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Miles Angus Fletcher</span>, Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Anderson</span>, Sir <span class="special_name">William
+	Hamilton</span>, and a son of the late and brother of the present Lord <span
+	class="special_name">Meadowbank</span>, were among those I knew intimately, and
+	whose varied talents gave life and soul to the society. We scorned the
+	artificial light that illumined our midnight orgies, and seldom separated before
+	the beams of the sun were dancing in our festive cups.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>The following account of the first <i>Theatrical Fund Dinner</i>, an entertainment of
+	which we hear so much latterly in England, with the defence of actors against
+	the charges of extravagance and improvidence so often brought against them, will
+	possess interest for American readers:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> Covent-Garden Theatrical Fund about this
+	period was languishing for want of support; and the great importance to be
+	derived from an increase of its means seriously occupied the attention of the
+	committee. We naturally looked upon it as affording an opportunity of increasing
+	the respectability of the profession, and the means of preventing those
+	individual appeals to the public from our impoverished brethren. There is a
+	popular delusion that actors form a class in which the most reckless profusion
+	is displayed; that the habits of their lives are necessarily dissipated, and
+	that in the enjoyments of the luxuries of to-day, the wants and cares of
+	to-morrow are entirely lost sight of. I do not believe in these sweeping
+	assertions. I will not pretend to say that actors are exempt from the frailties
+	of humanity; nay, I will admit that their course of life perhaps exposes them to
+	greater temptations; but this fact ought rather to operate in their favor, than
+	to tell so powerfully against them. I would ask those persons who are so
+	inimical to the profession of an actor, whether longevity is the result of
+	dissipation; and if they will take the trouble of examining, they will find that
+	actors in general are extremely long-lived. There is a want of thriftiness in
+	their composition, I grant; and fortunately for them the same charge is brought
+	against the poet; the man whose high intellectual powers prevent his descending
+	to the level of this work-day world. But will any one take the trouble of
+	explaining from whence the actor is to derive his wealth? We will imagine that
+	his salary is respectable, that it is regularly paid, and that there is no
+	excuse for his being in debt. And now take into consideration that he has an
+	appearance to maintain; that he has a family to support; and then what becomes
+	of the opportunity of laying by a modicum even, to guard against the decline of
+	life when the &#8216;winter daisies&#8217; shall crown his head, and a new race of
+	performers have started up and driven the others from their posts? We have some
+	rare instances of very large fortunes being made and retained by members of the
+	profession it is true, but they were instances of dazzling genius, or had the
+	world&#8217;s belief that they possessed it. I will take names within the memory of us
+	all: Mrs. <span class="special_name">Siddons</span>, Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Kemble</span>, Miss <span
+	class="special_name">O&#8217;Neil</span>, the &#8216;Young Roscius,&#8217; and the late Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Lewis</span>; and I will add to that list men of
+	accomplished talents and great honor to the profession; <span
+	class="special_name">Young</span>, <span class="special_name">Bannister</span>,
+	<span class="special_name">Munden</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Braham</span>, <span class="special_name">Wroughton</span>,
+	<span class="special_name">Liston</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Harley</span>, <span class="special_name">Johnstone</span>,
+	<span class="special_name">Power</span>, <span
+	class="special_name">Jones</span>; and I am sure the reader will believe me when
+	I state, that I heartily wish I could place my own name in the list. Take the
+	members of any other profession, however honorable, limit their numbers and
+	means to the same proportion, and I ask if you would be enabled to produce a
+	greater list of independent persons. The great advantages to be derived from a
+	Theatrical Fund are here I trust made apparent; and after many suggestions, I
+	believe it fell to the lot of <span class="special_name">Charles Taylor</span>
+	to propose an annual public dinner; and it proved a most fortunate idea. The
+	first great point to be obtained was a patron, and then a president for the
+	dinner. Our application met with immediate success, and His Royal Highness the
+	<span class="special_name">Prince Regent</span> condescendingly gave his name at
+	the head of our undertaking, accompanied by a solid mark of his favor in the
+	donation of one hundred pounds. We then had the gracious consent of the <span
+	class="special_name">Duke of York</span> to be our President, aided by his Royal
+	brothers <span class="special_name">Kent</span> and <span
+	class="special_name">Sussex</span>. The list of vice-presidents embraced many of
+	the most distinguished noblemen and gentlemen in the country. In what an amiable
+	point of view do the Royal Princes place themselves before the public in so
+	thoroughly identifying themselves with the many interesting charities to which
+	London gives birth! The grateful spirit of joyousness which they invariably
+	displayed on these occasions, gave an interest to the festive scenes, and
+	confirmed many a heart in its loyalty to their illustrious house. The late <span
+	class="special_name">Duke of Gordon</span> sat on the right hand of the Royal
+	President, and favored the company with a song, which greatly surprised them,
+	and elicited a general encore, and with which, with great good humor, he
+	immediately complied. <span class="special_name">Matthews</span> always held a
+	conspicuous position at these dinners, and made a point of giving an original
+	song, selected from his forth-coming entertainment. The <span class="pagenum"><a
+	id="page189" name="page189"></a>189</span>amount collected at our first dinner
+	was extraordinary; no less a sum than one thousand eight hundred and seventy
+	pounds. The Drury-Lane Fund in the following year adapted our plan of the
+	dinner, and both these institutions now annually derive a very large sum from
+	the volunteer subscriptions of the Friends of the Drama. The same Royal
+	patronage is most graciously continued by her present Majesty, and Royalty
+	continues to preside at the festival. With this accumulation of patronage the
+	actor may fearlessly look forward to the close of his mortal career without the
+	dread of eleemosynary contributions, and also feel the proud gratification that
+	he has personally contributed to support so interesting a Fund.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>As a specimen of Mr. <span class="special_name">Abbott&#8217;s&#8217;</span> stock-breaking
+	and gambling experiences, we quote the subjoined passages:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">A friend</span> of mine connected with the Stock Exchange on one occasion pointed out
+	to me the great advantage of occasionally purchasing five thousand consuls on
+	time, knowing that I had capital unemployed; the certain profits were placed
+	before me in such an agreeable point of view, that I could not resist the bait.
+	In the course of two days I received a check for fifty pounds, a sum by no means
+	unpleasant, considering that I had not advanced one farthing. The natural
+	consequence was that I repeated the dose with various success until I was
+	ultimately well plucked. I sustained a loss of one thousand pounds. I then began
+	to be very uneasy, until I fortunately discovered that by one <i>coup</i> I had made
+	two hundred pounds. My broker had waddled of course, without being able to make
+	up his differences. The parties of whom I had purchased, through my agent,
+	refused to pay me, as they had no knowledge of a third person, and were
+	themselves considerable sufferers by the aforesaid broker. I could not
+	understand the justice of this measure, for I had always paid my losses to the
+	moment; so I walked to Temple-Bar, pulled off my hat most gracefully to that
+	venerable arch, and vowed never again to pass it in the pursuit of ill-gotten
+	wealth. I had always a perfect horror of <em>gambling</em>, and little imagined I was
+	pursuing it in a wholesale manner. To satisfy my inordinate curiosity, for
+	sight-seeing, I have twice or thrice in my life passed the threshhold of a
+	gambling-house in London, but never felt the least personal desire to embark the
+	smallest sum, although keenly alive to the dangerous excitement in others. On
+	one of these occasions it fell to my lot to witness a most affecting and trying
+	scene. The names of the parties came to my knowledge afterward, which from
+	delicacy I of course suppress. A gentleman had for some years been separated
+	from his wife, in consequence of infidelity on her part with a man of high
+	fashion, an officer of the Guards. An action and divorce ensued; but two
+	children whom he had previous to this unfortunate event, he refused to
+	acknowledge, thus endeavoring to put the stain of illegitimacy upon them. Years
+	rolled on, and the father and son never met. Rouge-et-Noir was the fashionable
+	game of the day, and Pall-Mall and St. James-street swarmed with
+	gambling-houses. Two gentlemen were quarrelling upon a point, each accusing the
+	other of taking the stake. The younger man was the officer on guard that day,
+	and consequently in uniform. High words ensued; cards were exchanged; and in one
+	moment, from the most ungovernable rage, they became motionless as statues. The
+	silence was at length interrupted by an explanation of &#8216;By Heaven! my son!&#8217; This
+	remark was made from the impulse of the moment, and probably struck a chord in
+	the parent&#8217;s heart that let loose all his affections. They retired to another
+	apartment; explanations ensued; and a reconciliation was the result.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>Elsewhere Mr. <span class="special_name">Abbott</span> describes the
+	gambling-houses of Paris, &#8216;those dens of iniquity,&#8217; as he terms them. &#8216;The
+	varied scenes of frantic joy and human debasement,&#8217; he writes, &#8216;which I
+	witnessed at <span class="special_name">Frascati&#8217;s</span>, were truly appalling.
+	The extremes of excitement were as powerfully exhibited in the loser of twenty
+	francs as in the man who had lost his twenty thousand.&#8217; The annexed sketch of
+	the lamented career of poor <span class="special_name">Conway</span>, who will
+	be &#8216;freshly remembered&#8217; by many of our readers in the Atlantic cities, is
+	authentic in every particular. It is not without its lesson, in more regards
+	than one:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">I find</span> I have neglected to mention an actor, who stood sufficiently forward,
+	both by his position and his misfortunes, to be entitled to a respectful notice;
+	I mean Mr. <span class="special_name">Conway</span>. He was said to be the
+	illegitimate offspring of a distinguished nobleman; but whether his own pride
+	prevented his making advances, and he was resolved to lay the foundation of his
+	own fame and fortune, or whether he met with a check upon his natural feelings
+	from one who was bound to support him, I know not; but, gifted as he was with a
+	commanding person, a most gentlemanlike deportment, and advantages peculiarly
+	adapted for the stage, it is no wonder that the histrionic art held forth
+	inducements and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page190"
+	name="page190"></a>190</span>hopes of obtaining a brighter position than any
+	other career open to him, without the aid of pecuniary means, and the patronage
+	which was withheld from him. He made his appearance in 1813, the season previous
+	to <span class="special_name">Kean</span>, in the character of &#8216;Alexander the
+	Great.&#8217; He met with a very flattering reception, and produced a great effect
+	upon the fair sex. Indeed, the actors, who are upon these occasions lynx-eyed,
+	could not avoid their remarks upon a certain Duchess, who never missed one of
+	his performances, and appeared to take the deepest interest in his success.
+	<span class="special_name">Conway</span> was upward of six feet in height. He
+	was deficient in strong intellectual expression, yet he had the reputation of
+	being very handsome. His head was too small for his frame, and his complexion
+	too light and sanguine for the profound and varied emotions of deep tragedy.
+	There was a tinge of affectation in his deportment, which had the effect of
+	creating among many a strong feeling of prejudice against him. His bearing was
+	always gentlemanly, and with the exception of a slight superciliousness of
+	manner, amiable to every body; and his talent, though not of the highest order,
+	was still sufficiently prominent to enable him to maintain a distinguished
+	position. And yet this man, with so little to justify spleen, was literally,
+	from an unaccountable prejudice, driven from the stage by one of the leading
+	weekly journals, edited by a gentleman whose biting satire was death to those
+	who had the misfortune to come under his lash. In complete disgust, he retired
+	from the boards, and filled the humble situation of prompter at the
+	Haymarket-Theatre, but afterward left for the United States, where he became a
+	great favorite. But the canker was at his heart. He again quitted the stage, and
+	prepared himself for the Church; but there again he was foiled. The ministers of
+	our holy religion refused to receive him, not from any moral stain upon his
+	character, but because he had been an actor! What is to become of the
+	priesthood, who in the early periods were the only actors, and selected
+	scriptural subjects for representation? He left in a packet for Savannah,
+	overwhelmed with misery and disappointment. &#8216;Ushered into the world by a parent
+	who would not acknowledge him; driven out of it in the belief that he was the
+	proscribed of Heaven!&#8217; At the moment they were passing the bar at Charleston, he
+	threw himself overboard. Efforts were made to save him; a settee was thrown over
+	for him to cling to until they could adopt more decisive measures for his
+	rescue. He saw the object; but his resolution was taken. He waved his hand, and
+	sunk to rise no more. I have reason to believe, that the gentleman to whom I
+	have alluded as having made such fearful use of his editorial powers, felt deep
+	remorse when the news of his ill-timed death arrived. He also is now no more!
+	Poor <span class="special_name">Conway</span>! Had he possessed more nerve, he
+	might still have triumphed over the unkindness of his fate:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;Who has not known ill fortune, never knew</p>
+	<p>Himself or his own virtue.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>In the same chapter we find a bit of artistical grouping in a historical
+	picture, which the reader will agree with us is well worthy of preservation:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">The</span> world never witnessed such powerful scenes of exciting interest as took
+	possession of Great Britain about this period. The people were drunk with
+	enthusiasm. One victory followed so rapidly on the heels of another, that they
+	had not time to sober down. The peninsular campaign had closed, and the hitherto
+	sacred soil of France was invaded. The restoration of legitimacy, and the
+	momentary enthusiasm of the French in favor of their exiled monarch, disturbed
+	the intellects of half mankind. The magnificent entrƩe of <span
+	class="special_name">Louis</span> the Eighteenth into London from Heartwell
+	Park, where he had resided for some years, almost conveyed the idea that it was
+	his own capital he was entering, after his long and weary exile. The silken
+	banner with the <i>fleur de lis</i> flaunting from the walls of Devonshire-House and
+	all the neighboring mansions in Piccadilly; immense cavalcades of gentlemen
+	superbly mounted, all wearing the white cockade; the affectionate sympathy and
+	profound respect shown by all classes toward the illustrious representative of
+	the Bourbons, was touching in the extreme. On his route from Heartwell, and
+	through Stanmore, troops of yeomanry turned out to give him an honorable escort;
+	and what could be <em>more</em> honorable than the voluntary attendance of the farmers
+	who represented the very bone and sinew of the country? The large portly figure
+	of the <span class="special_name">King</span> perfectly disabused <span
+	class="special_name">John Bull</span> of the long-cherished idea that Frenchmen
+	lived entirely upon frogs. Even that particular fact interested them, and
+	repeated huzzas greeted him throughout the whole of his route to London. On his
+	arrival at Guillon&#8217;s Hotel in Albermarle-street, which had been most splendidly
+	prepared for his reception, His Royal Highness the <span
+	class="special_name">Prince Regent</span> received him with that delicate
+	attention so worthy of his high and gallant bearing; and there <span
+	class="special_name">Louis</span> must have met with one of the most touching
+	scenes that ever thrilled the human heart. One hundred and fifty of the ancient
+	noblesse were waiting, after years of hopeless expectation, to greet the head of
+	that illustrious house, the recollection of whose sufferings awakened the most
+	painful feelings. Not one of <span class="pagenum"><a id="page191"
+	name="page191"></a>191</span>them but had shared in the horrors of that bloody
+	revolution; and not one of them but truly felt that the happiness of that moment
+	repaid them for all their sufferings.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>A rich specimen of the pompous ignorance sometimes exhibited by theatrical
+	managers is afforded in the following anecdote, which has appeared in England,
+	but which we are sure will be relished by our readers. It may seem extraordinary
+	that a manager should be such an ignoramus; but &#8216;half the actors on the English
+	stage,&#8217; says a recent writer, &#8216;dare not address a gentleman a note, lest they
+	should &#8216;show their hands:&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">When</span> I first became a member of
+	Covent-Garden, Mr. <span class="special_name">Fawcett</span> held the reins of
+	management, in consequence of the retirement of Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Kemble</span> from that position. He had experience to
+	guide him, but he unfortunately possessed a dictatorial manner, and a want of
+	that refinement and education which had so distinguished his great predecessor.
+	In speaking of his public position, however, let me pay homage to his private
+	virtues. He was a tender husband, an affectionate father, and a warm friend.
+	During my first season a play was produced called the &#8216;<i>Students of Salamanca</i>.&#8217;
+	The author was Mr. <span class="special_name">Jamieson</span>, a member of the
+	bar, who had been particularly successful in several light pieces produced at
+	the Haymarket. Mr. <span class="special_name">Jones</span> and myself were &#8216;The
+	Students,&#8217; and it occurred to me in my character to say, &#8216;My danger was
+	imminent.&#8217; These words had scarcely passed my lips, when a dark and lowering
+	look dimmed the countenance of the manager. I saw that something was wrong, but
+	was quite at a loss to guess the cause. At the end of the scene, unwilling to
+	mortify me in the presence of the company, he beckoned me aside, and said:
+	&#8216;Young man, do you know what you said?&#8217; I changed color, feeling that something
+	fearful had occurred. I replied, very much agitated, that I was not aware of any
+	error. &#8216;I thought so! Do you know where you are? You are in <em>London</em>, not in
+	Bath!&#8217; The fact was so self-evident that I did not attempt to disprove it. &#8216;You
+	will be delivered up to scorn and contempt; the critics will immolate you; the
+	eyes of this great metropolis are fixed upon you. I thought you were a
+	well-educated young man, but I have been deceived&#8212;grossly deceived!&#8217; The effect
+	of this tirade may be more easily conceived than described. My face flushed, my
+	heart beat, and I at length mustered courage to say, &#8216;For heaven&#8217;s sake, Sir,
+	pray tell me; I am extremely sorry&#8212;deeply regret&#8212;but pray tell me!&#8217; The
+	kindness of his disposition got the better of his pedantry, and seeing the
+	agitation under which I was really suffering, he replied: &#8216;Do you remember that
+	you said your danger was <em>imminent</em>&#8217;? Now, Sir, there is no such word in the
+	English language: it is <em>eminent!!</em>&#8217; Need I mention the unbounded relief this
+	explanation gave me? I quietly suggested the difference of their significations,
+	and was never after troubled with any corrections. He was a man of sterling
+	qualities, somewhat like a melon, as his friend <span
+	class="special_name">Colman</span> said; &#8216;rough without, smooth within.&#8217;&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>In the way of a hoax, we remember nothing more cleverly performed, than the
+	rather cruel one whose execution is pleasantly recorded below:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">There</span> was a lady attached to the Worthing
+	Theatre, (mark me, reader, I did not say attached to <em>me</em>,) who was very
+	eccentric, and who was, &#8216;small blame to her,&#8217; as the Irishman says, also very
+	susceptible. I was on very intimate terms with Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Harley</span>, who was then at Worthing; and one day, while
+	quietly dining together, we mutually agreed that there was a fickleness about
+	this lady which deserved some reproof. We were really liberal in our feelings,
+	and would not have objected to her shooting an extra dart occasionally; but it
+	was not to be borne that she should let fly a whole quiver at once. We had
+	observed that by way of having two or more strings to her bow, she had got up a
+	flirtation with the leader of the band, a most respectable man by the way, and
+	of considerable talent. After giving the affair all due consideration, we
+	decided upon a mock-duel, in which I was to personate one of the heroes, my
+	rival being the aforesaid leader. We carefully and ostentatiously avoided all
+	appearance of communication, and in such a way that it always reached her
+	knowledge. Thus by gentle innuendoes she discovered that something serious was
+	in contemplation, and of course she was not a little flattered, as she was the
+	object of dispute. Our duelling-pistols were one day ostentatiously paraded, and
+	evident anxiety took possession of the company, who were carefully excluded from
+	the secret. The following morning at five o&#8217;clock we each left our lodgings,
+	accompanied by our seconds, the rain pouring in torrents. <span
+	class="special_name">Harley</span> then went to the lodgings of the frail or
+	rather fair one, knocked at the door most violently, and at length she appeared
+	at the window, in evident alarm. He urged her if she had the feelings of a woman
+	immediately to accompany him, and prevent murder; briefly stating, that her
+	&#8216;beauties were the cause and most accursed effect.&#8217; In a state of <span
+	class="pagenum"><a id="page192" name="page192"></a>192</span>real excitement,
+	mixed up with woman&#8217;s vanity, she rushed out of the house, and accompanied that
+	wag of wags. A white beaver hat, sweet emblem of her purity, was on her head,
+	and partially concealed her disordered ringlets, hastily gathered together. We
+	arranged with <span class="special_name">Harley</span> always to keep ourselves
+	a certain distance in advance on the pathway bordering the sands. The first
+	thing that occurred was a sudden gust of wind which swept the white beaver a
+	considerable distance and covered it with mud; her flowing locks then fell upon
+	her alabaster neck, and her romantic appearance was perfect. We most cruelly led
+	her on a distance of at least two miles, and took our station near some
+	lime-kilns, close to the sea. When she was sufficiently near, one of the seconds
+	stepped forward and gave the signal by dropping a blood-stained handkerchief,
+	prepared for the occasion. Bang! bang! went the pistols; when she gracefully
+	sank into the arms of <span class="special_name">Harley</span>, who held her in
+	a fine melo-dramatic attitude. The report was soon over all the town, and of
+	course in the newspapers. My adversary put his arm in a sling, and whenever I
+	happened to be near her, in a perfect state of despair I vowed that I could
+	never forgive myself for having shot my friend. We mutually repulsed her by
+	severe looks whenever she approached us; and she soon left the Worthing Theatre
+	to seek for victims of less sensibility in other places.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>We once more take our leave of Mr. <span class="special_name">Abbott&#8217;s</span>
+	agreeable manuscript volume; by no means certain, however, that its entertaining
+	pages may not again tempt us to share with our readers the enjoyment they have
+	afforded us.</p>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="ed_table_item">
+	<div class="gossip_table_item">
+	<p><span class="ed_table_title">Gossip with Readers and Correspondents.</span>&#8212;<span class="first_word">Will</span>
+	the author of &#8216;<i>Public Concert-Singing</i>&#8217; favor us with his address? We are
+	desirous of communicating with him, although he does <em>not</em> &#8216;find his
+	hastily-jotted thoughts in the pages of the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span>,&#8217; for reasons which perhaps he can
+	partly divine from the present number, and which we could impart more directly
+	in a private note. We agree with him entirely in his views; and if he will
+	permit us, we will here quote a passage from an article which we penned upon a
+	subject collateral to his general theme, many years ago, before we were hampered
+	with the professional &#8216;<em>we</em>,&#8217; and could write out of our &#8216;company dress.&#8217; It is
+	a little sketch of the first public singing, save that of the church, to which
+	we had ever listened: &#8216;How well do I remember it! It was at the theatre of a
+	country village; a rough, barn-like edifice, at which several Stentor-lunged
+	Thespians &#8216;from the New-York and Philadelphia Theatres&#8217; split the ears of the
+	groundlings, and murdered <span class="special_name">Shakspeare&#8217;s</span> heroes
+	and the King&#8217;s English. I had been watching with boyish curiosity the play which
+	had just concluded: the mottled, patched, yellowish-green curtain had descended
+	upon the personages whose sorrows were my own; and I was gazing vacantly at the
+	long row of tallow candles placed in holes bored for the purpose in the stage,
+	and at the two fiddlers who composed &#8216;the orchestra,&#8217; and who were
+	reconnoitering the house. Presently a small bell was rung, with a jerk. There
+	was a flourish or two from &#8216;the orchestra;&#8217; another tinkle of the bell; and up
+	rose the faded drapery. An interval of a moment succeeded, during which half of
+	a large mountain was removed from the scenery, and a piece of forest shoved up
+	to the ambitious wood that had been aspiring to overtop the Alps. At length a
+	young lady, whom I had just seen butchered in a most horrid manner by a villain,
+	came from the side of the stage with a smile, which, while it displayed her
+	white teeth, wrought the rouge upon her face into very perceptible corrugations,
+	and made a lowly courtesy. She walked with measured step three or four times
+	across the stage, in the full blaze of the flaring candles, smiling again, and
+	hemming, to clear her voice. Presently a perfect stillness prevailed; &#8216;awed
+	Consumption checked his chided cough;&#8217; every urchin suspended his cat-call; and
+	&#8216;the boldest held his breath for a time.&#8217; Our vocalist looked at the leader of
+	the orchestra and his fellow-fiddlers, and commenced, in harmony with their
+	instruments. How touching was that song! I shall never have my soul so enrapt
+	again. That <em>freshness</em> of young admiration possessed my spirit which can come
+	but once. The air was &#8216;<i>The Braes of Balquither</i>,&#8217; a charming melody, meetly
+	wedded to the noble lines of <span class="special_name">Tannehill</span>; and
+	<span class="pagenum"><a id="page193" name="page193"></a>193</span>enthusiasm
+	was at its height when the singer had concluded the following stanza, almost
+	sublime in its picturesque beauty:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;When the rude wintry wind wildly raves round our dwelling,</p>
+	<p>And the roar of the lion on the night-breeze is swelling,</p>
+	<p>Then so merrily we&#8217;ll sing, while the storm rattles o&#8217;er us,</p>
+	<p>Till the dear shealing ring with the light-lilting chorus!&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>The air was old as the hills, but like all Scottish melodies, as lasting too. To
+	every body the songs of Scotland are grateful; and the universal attachment to
+	them arises from their beautiful simplicity, deep pathos, and unaffected,
+	untrammelled melody. The romantic sway of the songs of Scotland over her sons
+	when &#8216;far awa&#8217; is to me no marvel. If they possess the power to thrill or to
+	subdue the hearts of those who have never stepped upon the soil of that glorious
+	country, is it at all surprising that they should exert a powerful influence
+	over the native-born, who associate those airs with the purple heath, the blue
+	loch, the hazy mountain-top, and the valley sleeping below?</p>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;What sweet tears dim the eyes unshed,</p>
+	<p class="i2">What wild vows falter on the tongue,</p>
+	<p>When &#8216;Scots wha ha&#8217; wi&#8217; <span class="special_name">Wallace</span> bled,&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Or &#8216;Auld Lang Syne&#8217; is sung!&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	<p>The association however is touching, not <em>alone</em> because it awakens old
+	recollections, but because the music is <em>natural</em>; it is the language of the
+	heart. Affectation has not interpopolated tortuous windings and trills and
+	shakes, to mar its beauty, and to clip the full melodious notes of their fair
+	proportions. It is pleasant to think that fashion, though never so potent, can
+	neither divert nor lessen the popular attachment to the simpler melodies. We
+	have the authority of the <span class="special_name">Woods, Wilson, Sinclair,
+	Power</span>, and other eminent artists for stating that &#8216;Black-eyed Susan,&#8217;
+	&#8216;John Anderson my Jo,&#8217; &#8216;The Last Rose of Summer,&#8217; and kindred airs, could always
+	&#8216;bring down the house,&#8217; no matter what the antagonistical musical attraction
+	might be. We could wish that the <span class="special_name">Venerable
+	Taurus</span>, or &#8216;<span class="special_name">Old Bull</span>,&#8217; as many persons
+	call him, would take a hint from this. Let him try it once; and we venture to
+	say that no one, however uninitiated, will again retire from his splendid
+	performances as a country friend of ours did lately, assigning as a reason: &#8216;I
+	waited till about ha&#8217;-past nine; and <em>then</em> he hadn&#8217;t got done <em>tunin&#8217; his
+	fiddle</em>!&#8217; A touch of &#8216;music for the general heart&#8217; would have enchained him till
+	morning. <span class="special_name">Christopher North</span>, we perceive, in
+	the last <span class="special_name">Blackwood</span>, fully enters into the
+	spirit of our predilection. He has just returned from a concert of fashionable
+	music, where he &#8216;tried to faint, that he might be carried out, but didn&#8217;t know
+	how to do it,&#8217; and was compelled to sit with compressed lips, and listen to
+	&#8216;sounds from flat shrill signorinas, quavering to distraction,&#8217; for two long
+	hours. When he gets <em>home</em>, however, he &#8216;feeds fat his grudge&#8217; against modern
+	musical affectations. Let us condense a few of his objurgations:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">It</span> is a perfect puzzle to us by what process the standard of music has become
+	so lowered, as to make what is ordinarily served up under that name be received
+	as the legitimate descendant of harmony. There is but one step from the sublime
+	to the ridiculous, and this entrancing art, it seems, has taken it; sorely
+	dislocating its graceful limbs, and injuring its goodly proportions in the
+	unseemly escapade. We hate your crashing, clumsy chords, and utterly spit at and
+	defy chromatic passages, from one end of the instrument to the other, and back
+	again; flats, sharps, and most appropriate &#8216;naturals,&#8217; spattered all over the
+	page. The essential spirit of discord seems to be let loose on our modern music.
+	Music to soothe! the idea is obsolete. There is music to excite, much to
+	irritate one, and much more to drive a really musical soul stark mad; but none
+	to soothe, save that which is drawn from the hiding-places of the past. There is
+	no repose, no refreshment to the mind, in our popular compositions. There is to
+	us more of touching pathos, heart-thrilling expression, in some of the old
+	psalm-tunes, feelingly played, than in a whole batch of modernisms. The strains
+	go <em>home</em>, and the &#8216;fountains of the great deep are broken up;&#8217; the great deep
+	of unfathomable feeling, that lies far, far below the surface of the
+	world-hardened heart; and as the unwonted yet unchecked tear starts to the eye,
+	the softened spirit yields to their influence, and shakes off the moil of
+	earthly care; rising, purified and spiritualized, into a clearer atmosphere.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="gossip_table_item">
+		<p><span class="first_word">We</span> often hear of odd things happening in consequence of mistakes in orthography,
+		but seldom of any benefit accruing therefrom to the orthoƶpist. But a friend
+		mentioned to us <span class="pagenum"><a id="page194"
+		name="page194"></a>194</span>a little circumstance the other day, which would
+		seem to prove that it does a man good sometimes to spell somewhat at variance
+		with old <span class="special_name">Johnson</span>. In a village not far hence
+		lived a man known by the name of <span class="special_name">Broken Jones</span>.
+		He had dissipated a large fortune in various law-suits; had become poor and
+		crazy; and at last, like another <span class="special_name">Peebles</span>, his
+		sole occupation consisted in haunting the courts, lawyers&#8217; offices, and other
+		scenes of his misfortunes. To judge and attorneys he was a most incorrigible
+		bore; to the latter especially, from whom he was continually soliciting opinions
+		on cases which had long been &#8216;settled,&#8217; and carried to the law-ledgers, where
+		they were only occasionally hunted up as precedents in the suit of perhaps some
+		other destined victims. As <span class="special_name">Jones</span> hadn&#8217;t a cent
+		of money left, it was of course impossible for him to obtain any more
+		&#8216;opinions;&#8217; but this didn&#8217;t cure him of his law-mania. One morning he entered
+		the office of lawyer <span class="keep_together">D&#8212;&#8212;</span>, in a more excited state than he had exhibited for a
+		long time, and seating himself <i>vis-a-vis</i> with <em>his</em> victim, requested his
+		&#8216;opinion&#8217; on one of the &#8216;foregone conclusions&#8217; already mentioned. <span class="keep_together">D&#8212;&#8212;</span>
+		happening at the moment to be very busy, endeavored to get rid of his visiter,
+		and contrived various expedients for that purpose. But <span
+		class="special_name">Jones</span> was not in a mood to be trifled with. &#8216;I came,
+		&#8216;Squire,&#8217; said he, &#8216;to get your opinion in writing on this case, and I will have
+		it before I leave the room, if I sit here till the day of judgment!&#8217; The lawyer
+		looked upon his visiter, while a thought of forcible ejectment passed through
+		his brain; but the glaring eye and stout athletic frame which met his gaze, told
+		him that such a course would be extremely hazardous. At length the dinner-bell
+		rang. A bright thought struck him; and putting on his coat and hat, he took
+		<span class="special_name">Jones</span> gently by the arm: &#8216;Come,&#8217; said he, &#8216;go
+		and dine with me.&#8217; &#8216;No!&#8217; said the latter, fiercely; &#8216;I&#8217;ll never dine again until
+		I get what I came for.&#8217; The lawyer was in a quandary, and at length, in very
+		despair, he consented to forego his dinner and give his annoyer the desired
+		opinion. &#8216;Well, well, <span class="special_name">Jones</span>,&#8217; said he,
+		soothingly, &#8216;you shall have it;&#8217; and gathering pens, ink and paper, he was soon
+		seated at the table, while <span class="special_name">Jones</span>, creeping on
+		tiptoe across the room, stood peeping over his shoulder. The lawyer commenced:
+		&#8216;My oppinion in the <span class="keep_together">case&#8212;&#8212;&#8217;</span> &#8216;Humph!&#8217; said the lunatic, suddenly seizing his
+		hat, and turning on his heel, &#8216;<em>I wouldn&#8217;t give a <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;n</span> for your opinion with
+		two p&#8217;s!</em>&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">Many</span> of our public as well as private correspondents seem to
+		have been not a little interested in the articles on <i>Mind and Instinct</i>, in
+		late numbers of this Magazine. A valued friend writing from Maryland, observes:
+		&#8216;The collection of facts by your contributor is very industrious, their array
+		quite skilful, and the argument very strong. I think, however, that if I had
+		time I could pick several flaws in the reasoning, or rather erect a very good
+		counter-argument, founded principally upon the fact that the intelligence of
+		animals is generally as great in early youth as it is in the prime of their
+		beasthood. The author might have added to his list of facts, an account which I
+		read when a boy, of the practice of the baboons in Caffraria, near the
+		orange-orchards. They arrange themselves in a row from their dens to the
+		orange-trees. One then ascends the tree, plucks the oranges, and throws them to
+		the next baboon, and he to the next, and so on throughout the whole file; they
+		standing some fifty yards apart. In this manner they quickly strip a tree, and
+		at the same time are safe from being all surprised at once. The early French
+		missionaries in Canada, also asserted that the squirrels of that region, having
+		denuded the country on one side of the big lake, of nuts, used to take pieces of
+		birch bark, and hoisting their tails for canvass, float to the other side for
+		their supply.&#8217; We have been struck with a passage in a powerful article upon
+		&#8216;<i>The Hope that is within Us</i>,&#8217; in a late foreign periodical, wherein the
+		fruitful theme of our correspondent is touched upon. &#8216;If matter,&#8217; says the
+		writer, &#8216;be incapable of consciousness, as <span
+		class="special_name">Johnson</span> so powerfully argues in <i>Rasselas</i>, then the
+		<i>animus</i> of brutes must be an <i>anima</i>, and immaterial; for the dog and the
+		elephant not merely exhibit &#8216;consciousness,&#8217; but a &#8216;half-reasoning&#8217; power. And
+		if it be true, as <span class="special_name">Johnson</span> maintains, that
+		immateriality of necessity produces immortality, then the poor Indian&#8217;s
+		conclusion is the most logical,</p>
+
+		<div class="poem">
+			<div class="stanza">
+				<p>&#8216;Who thinks, admitted to that equal sky,</p>
+				<p>His faithful dog shall bear him company.&#8217;</p>
+			</div>
+		</div>
+
+	<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page195" name="page195"></a>195</span>The truth is,
+	that we must depend upon <em>revelation</em> for an assurance of immortality; which
+	promises, however, the resurrection of the body, as philosophy is unequal to its
+	demonstration, and modern researches into animal life have rendered the proof
+	more difficult than heretofore.&#8217; By the by, &#8216;speaking of animals:&#8217; there is a
+	letter from <span class="special_name">Lemuel Gulliver</span> in the last number
+	of <span class="special_name">Blackwood</span>, describing a meeting of
+	&#8216;delegates from the different classes of consumers of <em>oats</em>, held at the
+	Nag&#8217;s-Head inn at Horsham.&#8217; The business of the meeting was opened by a young
+	<span class="special_name">Racer</span>, who expressed his desire to promote the
+	interests of the horse-community, and to promote any measure which might
+	contribute to the increase of the consumption of oats, and improve the condition
+	of his fellow quadrupeds. He considered the horse-interest greatly promoted by
+	the practice of sowing wild oats, which he warmly commended. A <span
+	class="special_name">Hackney-coach Horse</span> declared himself in favor of the
+	<em>sliding-scale</em>, which he understood to mean the wooden pavement. Things went
+	much more smoothly wherever it was established. He contended for the abolition
+	of nose-bags, which he designated as an intolerable nuisance; urged the
+	prohibition of chaff with oats, as unfit for the use of able-bodied horses; and
+	indeed evinced the truth of his professions, that he &#8216;yielded to no horse in an
+	anxious desire to promote the true interests of the horse-community.&#8217; An <span
+	class="special_name">Old English Hunter</span> impressed upon the young
+	delegates the good old adage of &#8216;Look before you leap,&#8217; and urged them to go for
+	&#8216;measures, not men.&#8217; <span class="special_name">A Stage Horse</span> &#8216;congratulated the community upon
+	the abolition of bearing-reins, those grievous burdens upon the necks of all
+	free-going horses; and he trusted the time would soon arrive when the blinkers
+	would also be taken off, every corn-bin thrown open, and every horse his own
+	leader.&#8217; Several other steeds, in the various ranks of horse-society, addressed
+	the meeting. &#8216;Resolutions, drawn by two <span
+	class="special_name">Dray-Horses</span>, embodying the supposed grievances of
+	the community, were finally agreed upon, and a petition, under the hoof of the
+	president, founded upon them, having been prepared and ordered to be presented
+	to the House of Commons by the members for Horsham, the meeting separated, and
+	the delegates returned to their respective stables.&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">What</span> habitual theatre
+	or opera-goer has not been tempted a thousand times to laugh outright, and quite
+	in the wrong place, at the incongruities, the inconsistencies, the mental and
+	physical <i>catachreses</i> of the stage, which defy illusion and destroy all
+	vraisemblance? A London sufferer in this kind has hit off some of the salient
+	points of these absurdities in a few &#8216;Recollections of the Opera:&#8217;</p>
+
+
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">I&#8217;ve</span> known a god on clouds of gauze</p>
+	<p class="i2">With patience hear a people&#8217;s prayer,</p>
+	<p>And bending to the pit&#8217;s applause,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Wait while the priest repeats the air.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve seen a black-wig&#8217;d Jove hurl down</p>
+	<p class="i2">A thunder-bolt along a wire,</p>
+	<p>To burn some distant canvass town,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Which&#8212;how vexatious!&#8212;won&#8217;t catch fire.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve known a tyrant doom a maid</p>
+	<p class="i2">(With trills and <i>roulades</i> many a score)</p>
+	<p>To instant death! She, sore afraid,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Sings: and the audience cries &#8216;Encore!&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve seen two warriors in a rage</p>
+	<p class="i2">Draw glist&#8217;ning swords and, awful sight!</p>
+	<p>Meet face to face upon the stage</p>
+	<p class="i2">To sing a song, but not to fight!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve heard a king exclaim &#8216;To arms!&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Some twenty times, yet still remain;</p>
+	<p>I&#8217;ve known his army &#8216;midst alarms,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Help by a bass their monarch&#8217;s strain.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve known a hero wounded sore,</p>
+	<p class="i2">With well-tuned voice his foes defy;</p>
+	<p>And warbling stoutly on the floor,</p>
+	<p class="i2">With the last flourish fall and die.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve seen a mermaid dress&#8217;d in blue;</p>
+	<p class="i2">I&#8217;ve seen a cupid burn a wing;</p>
+	<p>I&#8217;ve known a Neptune lose a shoe;</p>
+	<p class="i2">I&#8217;ve heard a guilty spectre sing.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>I&#8217;ve seen, spectators of a dance,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Two Brahmins, Mahomet, the Cid,</p>
+	<p>Four Pagan kings, four knights of France,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Jove and the Muses&#8212;scene Madrid!&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<div class="gossip_table_item">
+
+	<p><span class="first_word">The</span> leading paper in the present number will not escape the attention nor fail
+	to win the admiration of the reader. The description of the <i>Ascent of Mount
+	Ɔtna</i> by our eminent artist, is forcible and graphic in the extreme. It will
+	derive additional interest at this moment from the recent eruption of this
+	renowned volcano, which still continued at the last advices, and by which
+	already seventy persons had lost their lives. If our metropolitan readers would
+	desire a <em>due</em> impression of the magnificent scene which our correspondent <span
+	class="pagenum"><a id="page196" name="page196"></a>196</span>has described, let
+	them drop in at the rooms of the National Academy of Design, where they will
+	find the Burning Mountain, as seen from Taormina, depicted in all its vastness
+	and grandeur; and not only this, but the noble series of allegorical pictures,
+	heretofore noticed at large in this Magazine, called &#8216;<i>The Voyage of Life</i>,&#8217;
+	representing Childhood, Youth, Manhood, and Old Age; &#8216;<i>Angels ministering to
+	Christ in the Wilderness</i>,&#8217; a picture that has an horizon, and an aƫrial
+	gradation toward the zenith, which alone, to say nothing of the figures, and the
+	composition itself as a study, would richly repay a visit; &#8216;<i>The Past and the
+	Present</i>,&#8217; two most effective scenes, especially the second, which is
+	overflowing with the mingled graces of poetry and art; a glorious composition,
+	&#8216;<i>An Italian Scene</i>,&#8217; of which we shall speak hereafter; as well as of the view
+	of &#8216;<i>Ruined Aqueducts in the Campagna di Roma</i>,&#8217; fading into dimness toward the
+	imperial city, and of &#8216;<i>The Notch in the White Mountains</i>&#8217; of New-Hampshire.
+	<i>Apropos</i>: we perceive by a letter from an American at Rome, in one of the
+	public journals, that <span class="special_name">Thorwaldsen</span>, the great
+	sculptor, was an enthusiastic admirer of Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Cole&#8217;s</span> pictures, particularly of his &#8216;Voyage of
+	Life,&#8217; which he pronounced &#8216;original, and new in art.&#8217; &#8216;He could talk of nothing
+	else,&#8217; says the writer, &#8216;for a long time; and every time he speaks of him, he
+	adds: &#8216;<i>Ma che artista, che grand&#8217; artista, quel vostro compatriota! Che
+	fantasia! quanto studio della natura!</i>&#8217; &#8216;But what an artist, what a great
+	artist, is this countryman of yours! What fancy, what study of nature!&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span>
+	<span class="first_word">We</span> are aware of a pair of &#8216;bonny blue een&#8217;
+	swimming in light, that will &#8216;come the married woman&#8217;s eye&#8217; over a kind but most
+	antiquarian husband, when the following is read, some two weeks from now, in
+	their &#8216;little parlor&#8217; in a town of the far west. It reaches us in the <span
+	class="small_all_caps">MS.</span> of a Boston friend: &#8216;Old Colonel <span class="keep_together">W&#8212;&#8212;</span>, formerly
+	a well-known character in one of our eastern cities, was remarkable for but one
+	passion out of the ordinary range of humanity, and that was for buying at
+	auction any little lot of trumpery which came under the head of &#8216;miscellaneous,&#8217;
+	for the reason that it couldn&#8217;t be classified. Though close-fisted in general,
+	he was continually throwing away his money by fives and tens upon such trash. In
+	this way he had filled all the odd corners in his dwelling and out-houses with a
+	collection of nondescript articles, that would have puzzled a philosopher to
+	tell what they were made for, or to what use they could ever be put. This
+	however, was but a secondary consideration with the Colonel; for he seldom
+	troubled his head about such articles after they were once fairly housed. Not so
+	with his wife however, who was continually remonstrating against these
+	purchases, which served only to clutter up the house, and as food for the mirth
+	of the domestics. But the Colonel, though he often submitted to these
+	remonstrances of his better-half, couldn&#8217;t resist his passion; and so he went on
+	adding from week to week to his heap of miscellanies. One day while sauntering
+	down the street, he heard the full, rich tones of his friend <span class="keep_together">C&#8212;&#8212;</span>, the
+	well-known auctioneer, and as a matter of course stepped in to see what was
+	being sold. On the floor he observed a collection that looked as if it might
+	have been purloined from the garret of some museum, and around which a motley
+	group was assembled; while on the counter stood the portly auctioneer, in the
+	very height of a mock-indignant remonstrance with his audience. &#8216;Nine dollars
+	and ninety cents!&#8217; cried the auctioneer. &#8216;Gentlemen, it is a shame, it is
+	barbarous, to stand by and permit such a sacrifice of property! Nine dol-<em>lars</em>
+	and <span class="keep_together">ninety&#8212;&#8212;</span> Good morning, Colonel! A magnificent lot of&#8212;of&#8212;<em>antiques</em>&#8212;and
+	all going for nine dollars and ninety cents. Gentlemen, you&#8217;ll never see another
+	such lot; and all going&#8212;going&#8212;for nine dollars and ninety cents. Colonel
+	<span class="keep_together">W&#8212;&#8212;</span>, can <em>you</em> permit such a sacrifice?&#8217; The Colonel glanced his eye over the
+	lot, and then with a nod and a wink assured him he could not. The next instant
+	the hammer came down, and the purchase was the Colonel&#8217;s, at ten dollars. As the
+	articles were to be paid for and removed immediately, the Colonel lost no time
+	in getting a cart, and having seen every thing packed up and on their way to his
+	house, he proceeded to his own store, chuckling within himself that <em>now</em> at
+	least he had made a bargain at which even his wife couldn&#8217;t grumble. In due time
+	he was seated at the dinner-table, when lifting his eyes, he observed a cloud
+	upon his wife&#8217;s brow. &#8216;Well, my dear?&#8217; said he, inquiringly. &#8216;Well?&#8217; repeated
+	his wife; &#8216;it is <span class="pagenum"><a id="page197"
+	name="page197"></a>197</span><em>not</em> well, Mr. W.; I am vexed beyond endurance.
+	You know <span class="keep_together">C&#8212;&#8212;</span>, the auctioneer?&#8217; &#8216;Certainly,&#8217; replied the Colonel; &#8216;and a very
+	gentlemanly person he is <em>too</em>.&#8217; &#8216;<em>You</em> may think so,&#8217; rejoined the wife, &#8216;but I
+	<em>don&#8217;t</em>, and I&#8217;ll tell you why. A few days ago I gathered together all the
+	trumpery with which you have been cluttering up the house for the last
+	twelve-month, and sent it to Mr. <span class="keep_together">C&#8212;&#8212;</span>, with orders to sell the lot immediately
+	to the highest bidder for cash. He assured me he would do so in all this week,
+	at farthest, and pay over the proceeds to my order. And here I&#8217;ve been
+	congratulating myself on two things: first, on having got rid of a most
+	intolerable nuisance; and secondly, on receiving money enough therefor to
+	purchase that new velvet hat you promised me so long ago. And now what do you
+	think? This morning, about an hour ago, <em>the whole load came back again, without
+	a word of explanation</em>!&#8217; The Colonel looked blank for a moment, and then
+	proceeded to clear up the mystery. But the good <span
+	class="special_name">vrouw</span> was pacified only by the promise of a
+	ten-dollar note beside that in the hands of the auctioneer; on condition,
+	however, that she should never mention it.&#8217; Of course she kept her word! <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span>
+	<span class="first_word">How</span> seldom it is that one encounters a good sonnet! Most sonnetteers of our day
+	are like feeble-framed men walking in heavy armor; &#8216;the massy weight on&#8217;t galls
+	their laden limbs.&#8217; We remember two or three charming sonnets of <span
+	class="special_name">Longfellow&#8217;s</span>; <span class="special_name">Park
+	Benjamin</span> has been unwontedly felicitous in some of his examples; and
+	<span class="special_name">H. T. Tuckerman</span> has excelled in the same
+	poetical rƓle. Here is a late specimen of his, from the &#8216;Democratic Review,&#8217;
+	which we regard as very beautiful:</p>
+
+
+	<h3 class="title">DESOLATION.</h3>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">Think</span> ye the desolate must live apart,</p>
+	<p class="i2">By solemn vows to convent walls confined?</p>
+	<p>Ah! no; with men may dwell the cloistered heart,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And in a crowd the isolated mind:</p>
+	<p>Tearless behind the prison-bars of fate</p>
+	<p class="i2">The world sees not how sorrowful they stand,</p>
+	<p>Gazing so fondly through the iron grate</p>
+	<p class="i2">Upon the promised, yet forbidden land;</p>
+	<p>Patience, the shrine to which their bleeding feet,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Day after day, in voiceless penance turn;</p>
+	<p>Silence the holy cell and calm retreat</p>
+	<p class="i2">In which unseen their meek devotions burn;</p>
+	<p>Life is to them a vigil that none share,</p>
+	<p>Their hopes a sacrifice, their love a prayer.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="gossip_table_item">
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">Our</span> Ancient,&#8217; the editor of the handsome
+	&#8216;Lady&#8217;s and Gentleman&#8217;s Magazine&#8217; hight &#8216;<i>The Columbian</i>,&#8217; (which is to run a
+	brisk competition, as we learn, with the other &#8216;pictorials,&#8217; <span
+	class="special_name">Godey&#8217;s</span>, <span class="special_name">Graham&#8217;s</span>, and <span
+	class="special_name">Snowden&#8217;s</span>,) should have enabled us to speak of it
+	from an examination of <em>our own copy</em>, instead of being obliged to filch an idea
+	of its merits from the counter of those most obliging gentlemen, Messrs. <span
+	class="special_name">Burgess and Stringer</span>. The work is a gay one
+	externally, and spirited internally; having several good articles from good
+	writers, male and female. One of the best things in it, however, is the paper on
+	&#8216;<i>Magazine Literature</i>,&#8217; by the Editor. How many writers, now well known both at
+	home and abroad, who began and continue their literary career in the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span>, can bear testimony to the truth of
+	the following remarks:</p>
+
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">We</span> have said that this is the age of
+	magazines; adverting not merely to their number, but even more especially to
+	their excellence. They are the field, chiefly, in which literary reputation is
+	won. Who ever thinks of <span class="special_name">John Wilson</span> as the
+	learned professor, or as the author of bound volumes? Who does not, when <span
+	class="special_name">Wilson&#8217;s</span> name is mentioned, instantly call to mind
+	the splendid article-writer, the <span class="special_name">Christopher
+	North</span> of Blackwood? <span class="special_name">Charles Lamb</span> was
+	long known only as the <span class="special_name">Elia</span> of the New
+	Monthly. Most of the modern French celebrities; <span class="special_name">Sue</span>,
+	<span class="special_name">Janin</span>, and half a hundred others, have made their fame in the
+	<i>feuilletons</i> of the Parisian journals; a more decided graft, by the way, than
+	is elsewhere seen, of the magazine upon the newspaper. In our own country, how
+	many there are whose names are known from the St. Lawrence to the Gulf of
+	Mexico, that are as yet innocent of books, but have nevertheless contributed
+	largely and well to the growing stock of American literature. How many more who
+	are bringing themselves into notice by their monthly efforts in the pages of
+	some popular magazine. In fact, the magazine is the true channel into which
+	talent should direct itself for the acquisition of literary fame. The newspaper
+	is too ephemeral; the book is not of sufficiently rapid and frequent production.
+	The monthly magazine just hits the happy medium, enabling the <span
+	class="pagenum"><a id="page198" name="page198"></a>198</span>writer to present
+	himself twelve times a year before a host of readers, in whose memories he is
+	thus kept fresh, yet allowing him space enough to develope his thought, and time
+	enough to do his talent justice in each article. Then, too, on the score of
+	emolument, justly recognised now as a very essential matter, and legitimately
+	entitled to grave consideration, the magazine offers advantages not within the
+	reach of either book or newspaper. <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">But</span> after all, the great point is, that
+	magazines are more read than any other kind of publications. They just adapt
+	themselves to the leisure of the business man, and the taste of the idler; to
+	the spare half hours of the notable housewife and the languid inertia of the
+	fashionable lady. They can be dropped into a valise or a carpet-bag as a welcome
+	provision for the wants of a journey by steam-boat or rail-road, when the
+	country through which the traveller passes offers nothing attractive to be seen,
+	or the eyes are weary of seeing; they while away delightfully the tedious hours
+	of a rainy day in summer, and afford the most pleasant occupation through the
+	long evenings of winter.&#8217;</p>
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>Touching the matter of payment for magazine articles: Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Willis</span> informs us that many of the American
+	magazines pay to their more eminent contributors nearly three times the amount
+	for a printed page that is paid by English magazines to the best writers in
+	Great-Britain; and he instances <span class="special_name">Godey</span> and
+	<span class="special_name">Graham</span> as paying often twelve dollars a page
+	to their principal contributors. This refers to <em>a few</em> &#8216;principal&#8217; writers
+	only, as we have good reason to know, having been instrumental in sending
+	several acceptable correspondents to those publications, who have received
+	scarcely one-fourth of the sum mentioned. Mr. <span
+	class="special_name">Willis</span> adds, however, that many good writers write
+	for nothing, and that &#8216;the number of clever writers has increased so much that
+	there are thousands who can get no article accepted.&#8217; All this is quite true.
+	There is no magazine in America that has paid so large sums to distinguished
+	native writers as the <span class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span>. Indeed,
+	our <em>most</em> distinguished American writer was never a contributor to any other of
+	our Monthlys than this. The books of this Magazine show, that independent of the
+	Editor&#8217;s division of its profits as joint proprietor, or his salary as editor,
+	(a matter which its publishers have always kept distinct from, and in all
+	respects unconnected with, the payments to contributors,) annual sums have
+	heretofore been paid for literary <i>matƩriel</i> greater than the most liberal
+	estimate we have seen of any annual literary payment by our widely-circulated
+	contemporaries. To the first poet in America, (not to say in the world, at this
+	moment,) we have repeatedly paid fifty dollars for a single poem, not exceeding,
+	in any instance, two pages in length; and the cost of prose papers from sources
+	of kindred eminence has in many numbers exceeded fifteen dollars a page. Again:
+	we have in several instances paid twice as much for the MS. of a continuous
+	novel in these pages as the writer could obtain of any metropolitan
+	book-publisher; and after appearing in volumes, it has been found that the wide
+	publicity given to the work by the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span> has been of greatest service to its
+	popularity, in more than one subsequent edition. We should add, however, that we
+	have had no lack, at any period, of excellent articles for our work at moderate
+	prices; while many of our more popular papers have been entirely gratuitous,
+	unless indeed the writers consider the honorable reputation which they have
+	established in these pages as <em>some</em> reward for intellectual exertion. But
+	&#8216;something too much of this.&#8217; We close with a word touching the pictorial
+	features of the &#8216;<i>Columbian</i>.&#8217; It has four &#8216;plates&#8217; proper, with an engraving of
+	the fashions; is neatly executed by Messrs. <span class="special_name">Hopkins
+	and Jennings</span>, and published by <span class="special_name">Israel
+	Post</span>, Number Three, Astor-House. <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">Saint
+	Valentine&#8217;s Day</span> is just at hand; and a pleasant correspondent, in
+	enclosing us the following lines, begs us to mention the fact, and to refer to
+	the festivities of the day. We know of <em>one</em> &#8216;festivity&#8217; that will be a very
+	<i>recherchƩ</i> and brilliant affair, on the evening of that day; namely, &#8216;<i>The
+	Bachelors&#8217; Ball</i>,&#8217; to be given with unwonted splendor at the Astor-House, under
+	the supervision of accomplished managers, whose taste and liberality have
+	already been abundantly tested. &#8216;Take it as a matter granted,&#8217; says our friend,
+	&#8216;that very many of your lady-readers will commit matrimony before the year is
+	done; and tell them so plainly; for it will gratify their palpitating hearts;
+	and even should it not be true in every individual case, the disappointed ones
+	will never complain of you for the pleasing delusion; for it was their own
+	fault, of course, not yours. It behooves you, moreover, as a conservator of the
+	general weal, to give the young wives that are to be some goodly counsel; and to
+	aid you in the laudable office of advice-giver, I send you some appropriate
+	verses, which some fifteen <span class="pagenum"><a id="page199"
+	name="page199"></a>199</span>years ago went the rounds of the press, and met
+	with &#8216;acceptance bounteous.&#8217; The moral of the stanzas, I take it, is
+	unexceptionable, whatever may be said of their execution:&#8217;</p>
+
+
+
+	<h3 class="title">EPISTLE</h3>
+
+	<h4 class="subtitle">ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY JUST MARRIED.</h4>
+
+	<div class="poem">
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p><span class="first_word">On</span> matrimony&#8217;s fickle sea</p>
+	<p class="i2">I hear thou&#8217;rt ventured fairly;</p>
+	<p>Though young in years, it may not be</p>
+	<p class="i2">Thy bark is launched too early.</p>
+	<p>Each wish of mine to heaven is sent,</p>
+	<p class="i2">That on the stormy water</p>
+	<p>Thou&#8217;lt prove a wife obedient,</p>
+	<p class="i2">As thou hast been a daughter.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>If every wish of mine were bliss,</p>
+	<p class="i2">If every hope were pleasure,</p>
+	<p>Thou wouldst with him find happiness,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And he in thee a treasure:</p>
+	<p>For every wish and hope of mine,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And every thought and feeling,</p>
+	<p>Is for the weal of thee and thine,</p>
+	<p class="i2">As true as my revealing.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>To please thy husband in all things,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Forever be thou zealous;</p>
+	<p>And bear in mind that Love has wings,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Then never make him jealous:</p>
+	<p>For if Love from his perch once flies,</p>
+	<p class="i2">How weak are Beauty&#8217;s jesses!</p>
+	<p>In vain might plead thy streaming eyes,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And thy dishevelled tresses.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Be prudent in thy thoughts of dress,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Be sparing of thy parties;</p>
+	<p>Where fashion riots in excess,</p>
+	<p class="i2">O! nothing there of heart is!</p>
+	<p>And can its palling sweets compare</p>
+	<p class="i2">With love of faithful bosom?</p>
+	<p>Then of the fatal tree beware,</p>
+	<p class="i2">There&#8217;s poison in its blossom!</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Each thought and wish in him confide,</p>
+	<p class="i2">No secret from him cherish;</p>
+	<p>Whenever thou hast aught to hide,</p>
+	<p class="i2">The better feelings perish.</p>
+	<p>In whatsoe&#8217;er ye do or say,</p>
+	<p class="i2">O never with him palter;</p>
+	<p>Remember too, thou saidst &#8216;obey&#8217;</p>
+	<p class="i2">Before the holy altar.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Bear and forbear, for much thou&#8217;lt find</p>
+	<p class="i2">In married life to tease ye,</p>
+	<p>And should thy husband seem unkind,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Averse to smile, or please ye,</p>
+	<p>Think that amid the cares of life</p>
+	<p class="i2">His troubles fret and fear him;</p>
+	<p>Then smile as it becomes a wife,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And labor well to cheer him.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Aye answer him with loving word,</p>
+	<p class="i2">Be each tone kindly spoken,</p>
+	<p>For sometimes is the holy cord</p>
+	<p class="i2">By angry jarring broken.</p>
+	<p>Then curb thy temper in its rage,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And fretful be thou never;</p>
+	<p>For broken once, a fearful change</p>
+	<p class="i2">Frowns over both forever.</p>
+	</div>
+
+	<div class="stanza">
+	<p>Upon thy neck light hang the chain,</p>
+	<p class="i2">For Hymen now hath bound ye,</p>
+	<p>O&#8217;er thee and thine may pleasure reign,</p>
+	<p class="i2">And smiling friends surround ye.</p>
+	<p>Then fare ye well, and may each time</p>
+	<p class="i2">The sun smiles, find ye wiser:</p>
+	<p>Pray kindly take the well-meant rhyme</p>
+	<p class="i2">Of thy sincere adviser.</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+
+	</div>
+	<div class="gossip_table_item">
+
+		<p><span class="first_word">Through</span> the kindness of Messrs. <span class="special_name">Mason and
+		Tuttle</span>, Nassau-street, (who import the <em>originals</em> for immediate
+		circulation to American subscribers,) we have our copies of the foreign
+		Monthlys, as well as of the &#8216;Edinburgh,&#8217; &#8216;Foreign,&#8217; and &#8216;Quarterly&#8217; Reviews for
+		the current quarter. The &#8216;Quarterly, so savage and tartarly,&#8217; has a notice of
+		the &#8216;<i>Change for American Notes</i>,&#8217; which is not conceived in the kindest spirit
+		toward this country. It reviews <span class="special_name">Prescott&#8217;s</span>
+		late work, however, at great length, and welcomes it with cordial commendation.
+		Among other &#8216;good words,&#8217; the reviewer observes: &#8216;He is full and copious,
+		without being prolix and wearisome; his narrative is flowing and spirited,
+		sometimes very picturesque; his style is pure, sound English.&#8217; In conclusion,
+		the reviewer says: &#8216;We close with expressing our satisfaction that Mr. <span
+		class="special_name">Prescott</span> has given us an opportunity at this time of
+		showing our deep sympathy, the sympathy of kindred and of blood, with Americans
+		who like himself do honor to our common literature. Mr. <span
+		class="special_name">Prescott</span> may take his place among the real good
+		English writers of history in modern times.&#8217; The &#8216;Foreign Quarterly&#8217; opens with
+		a paper upon &#8216;<i>The Poets and Poetry of America</i>,&#8217; ostensibly based upon Mr.
+		<span class="special_name">Griswold&#8217;s</span> book. It is not altogether a
+		review, however, but a very coarse and evidently malignant tirade against
+		America, her people, institutions, manners, customs, literature; every thing, in
+		short, that she is and that she contains. We annex a hasty synopsis of the
+		<em>critical</em> portion of the article in question. <span
+		class="special_name">Halleck</span> is &#8216;praised, and that highly too.&#8217; His
+		&#8216;Marco Bozzaris&#8217; is pronounced &#8216;a master-piece,&#8217; and the &#8216;most perfect specimen
+		of versification in American literature;&#8217; and himself as possessing &#8216;a complete
+		knowledge of the musical mysteries of his art.&#8217; A quotation is made, with much
+		laud, from his &#8216;<span class="special_name">Red-Jacket</span>,&#8217; but the lines are
+		spoiled by two gross errors; one in the last line <span class="pagenum"><a
+		id="page200" name="page200"></a>200</span>of the third, and the other in the
+		first line of the fifth stanza. The highest encomiums are justly bestowed upon
+		<span class="special_name">Bryant</span>, as a &#8216;purely American poet,&#8217; who
+		&#8216;treats the works of Nature with a religious solemnity, and brings to the
+		contemplation of her grandest relations a pure and serious spirit. His poetry is
+		reflective but not sad; grave in its depths but brightened in its flow by the
+		sunshine of the imagination. He never paints on gauze; he is always earnest,
+		always poetical; his manner is every where graceful and unaffected.&#8217; The
+		illustrative quotation is from &#8216;An Evening Reverie,&#8217; written by Mr. <span
+		class="special_name">Bryant</span> for the <span
+		class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span>. <span class="special_name">Longfellow</span> is pronounced to be
+		&#8216;unquestionably the first of American poets; the most thoughtful and chaste; the
+		most elaborate and finished. His poems are distinguished by severe intellectual
+		beauty, by dulcet sweetness of expression, a wise and hopeful spirit, and a
+		complete command over every variety of rhythm. They are neither numerous nor
+		long, but of that compact texture which will last for posterity.&#8217; <span
+		class="special_name">Sprague</span> is represented as having in certain of his
+		poems imitated <span class="special_name">Shakspeare</span> and <span
+		class="special_name">Collins</span> rather too closely for all three to be
+		original. &#8216;<span class="special_name">Pierpont</span> is crowded with
+		coincidences which look very like <em>plagiarisms</em>;&#8217; &#8216;but,&#8217; adds the reviewer, &#8216;it
+		is reserved for <span class="special_name">Charles Fenno Hoffman</span> to distance all plagiarists of
+		ancient and modern times in the enormity and openness of his thefts. He is <span
+		class="special_name">Moore</span> hocused for the American market. His songs are
+		<i>rifaciamentos</i>. The turns of the melody, the flowing of the images, the
+		scintillating conceits, are all <span class="special_name">Moore</span>.
+		Sometimes he steals his very words.&#8217; Mrs. <span
+		class="special_name">Sigourney&#8217;s</span> poetry is said to be characterized by
+		&#8216;feeble verbosity&#8217; and &#8216;lady-like inanity,&#8217; and Mrs. <span
+		class="special_name">Osgood</span> is represented as being in the same category.
+		After quoting certain characteristic lines of Mr. <span
+		class="special_name">John Neal</span>, describing the eye of a poet as &#8216;<em>brimful
+		of water and light</em>,&#8217; and his forehead as being &#8216;<em>alarmingly bright</em>,&#8217; the
+		reviewer adds: &#8216;We find a pleasant relief from these distressing hallucinations,
+		in the poems of <span class="special_name">Alfred B. Street</span>. He is a
+		descriptive poet, and at the head of his class. His pictures of American scenery
+		are full of <em>gusto</em> and freshness; sometimes too wild and diffuse, but always
+		true and beautiful.&#8217; So some are praised and some are blamed&#8212;&#8216;thus runs the
+		world away!&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">We</span> are made aware, and we
+		would not have our correspondents ignorant of the fact, that there is a critical
+		eye monthly upon our pages, that is keen to discover errors (as well as
+		beauties) in language and construction of sentences. See: &#8216;By the by, what a
+		miserable language is our English in some respects; so awkward, so incompact!
+		Look at the phrase &#8216;unheard of,&#8217; and compare it with the Latin &#8216;<i>inauditus</i>.&#8217;
+		What a pity we were not born Romans or Greeks, with Yankee notions! Tell your
+		Gotham friends that if they are speaking of a ruinous <em>brick</em> wall, they must
+		say <i>dilaterated</i>, from &#8216;later,&#8217; a brick, and not &#8216;<i>dilapidated</i>,&#8217; from &#8216;lapis,&#8217;
+		a stone. One might as well say a man is &#8216;stoned&#8217; to death with brick-bats.&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span>
+		<span class="first_word">What</span> sad and startling contrasts are
+		presented to the eye and mind of one who attentively looks over the illustrated
+		newspapers of the British metropolis! On one hand, pictures of triumphal
+		processions, arches, bonfires, illuminations, rich presents, gorgeous equipages,
+		state-beds, &#8216;royal poultry-houses, owleries, and pigeonries,&#8217; accompanied by
+		elaborate descriptions, arrest the attention; on the other, there is a picture
+		of a city &#8216;Asylum for the Destitute,&#8217; where poor naked wretches find a temporary
+		refuge from the pitiless winter storm without: huddling round a dim fire, or
+		sunk exhausted upon the straw in the human &#8216;stalls,&#8217; or clutching at their bowls
+		of pauper-soup; a scene whose true character is enforced by accounts of poor
+		women making shirts for <em>a farthing apiece</em>, a hard day&#8217;s work; sleeping four in
+		a bed; purchasing with the scanty pittance tea-leaves to boil over again!
+		Hardly-entreated brothers and sisters of humanity! not always shall the glaring
+		inequality that surrounds you, crush your spirits to the earth! <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span
+		class="first_word">There</span> is a pleasant pen in our metropolitan
+		&#8216;<i>Aurora</i>,&#8217; which occasionally dashes off sententious paragraphs that flash and
+		sparkle like snow-crust in a moon-lit night in winter. There is evidently a
+		<span class="special_name">Foster</span>-ing hand over its columns; and
+		<em>through</em> them (let us add, as it is <em>that</em> of which we especially wish to
+		speak,) over the reputation of Mr. <span class="special_name">Willis</span>. The
+		remarks in a late number of that journal, under the head of &#8216;<em>Mr. Willis&#8217;s
+		Defence</em>&#8217; against a scurrilous attack on his private character in a down-eastern
+		print, were equally just and felicitous. Had it been generally <span
+		class="pagenum"><a id="page201" name="page201"></a>201</span>known in his native
+		town who was the instigator of that attack, we have good authority for saying
+		that, gross as it was, Mr. <span class="special_name">Willis</span> would have
+		considered it utterly beneath his notice. As it was, however, he deemed it not
+		amiss at one and the same time to punish skulking envy and impotent malignity;
+		to vindicate his reputation with his townsmen against unprovoked calumny; and to
+		render the repetition of any obnoxious remarks from the same source altogether
+		&#8216;of none effect&#8217; and unworthy of heed. This he accomplished by his &#8216;Defence&#8217; and
+		the &#8216;terrors of the law,&#8217; which speedily produced a satisfactory sample of
+		wholesale word-eating. <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">Of</span> all the Polichinellos we have ever encountered,
+		we consider &#8216;<i>Punch, or the London Charivari</i>,&#8217; the best. His fun is
+		exhaustless. He ought to be knighted and appointed court-jester to King <span
+		class="special_name">Ennui</span>. &#8216;Laughter,&#8217; he tells us, &#8216;is a divine
+		faculty. It is one of the few, nay, the only one redeeming grace in that
+		thunder-cased, profligate old scoundrel <span
+		class="special_name">Jupiter</span>, that he sometimes laughs: he is saved from
+		the disgust of all respectable people by the amenity of a broad grin.&#8217; We
+		ourselves hold with the pleasant <span class="special_name">Lincoln
+		Ramble</span>: &#8216;I love a hearty laugh; I love to <em>hear</em> a hearty laugh above all
+		other sounds. It is the music of the heart; the thrills of those chords which
+		vibrate from no bad touch; the language Heaven has given us to carry on the
+		exchange of sincere and disinterested sympathies.&#8217; And to the end that &#8216;laughter
+		free and silvery from the heart may escape the reader, doing rightful honor to
+		<span class="special_name">Punch</span>, and bestowing cheerfulness and health
+		upon the laughter,&#8217; we proceed to present a few excerpta which arrested our
+		attention in looking over late files. We suspect that the annexed report of the
+		&#8216;doings of Royalty&#8217; in the country have more than once had a precedent. <span
+		class="special_name">Prince Albert</span> is here at Dayton-Manor, the seat of
+		Sir <span class="special_name">Robert Peel</span>: &#8216;Her Majesty slept extremely
+		well; but whether it was the air of Dayton, or the conversation of the host, did
+		not transpire. At eleven o&#8217;clock in the morning, Prince Albert went out to
+		shoot. The guns were ordered at ten and the game was desired to be in attendance
+		at half-past. The Prince first went in a boat on the water, where several ducks
+		were appointed to be in waiting. Having granted an audience to the whole of
+		them, and unintentionally honored two by shooting them, though it was another
+		duck who had the distinguished gratification of being aimed at and missed, his
+		Royal Highness landed. A numerous meeting of hares and pheasants having been
+		called to pay their respects to the Prince, the game-keepers forming an outer
+		circle, with their guns pointed to keep the game well up to the mark, His Royal
+		Highness shot sixty pheasants, twenty-five head of hares, eight rabbits and one
+		wood-cock, who would cock his bill opposite the muzzle of Royalty.&#8217; The poetical
+		advertisement of one <span class="special_name">Moses</span>, a slop-shop
+		clothes-man, is pleasantly &#8216;reviewed.&#8217; Of his &#8216;Prince <span
+		class="special_name">Albert</span> coats,&#8217; <span
+		class="special_name">Punch</span> says: &#8216;Whatever may be the resemblance between
+		the Prince and the coat, the similarity certainly ends with the price; one
+		costing thirty shillings and the other thirty thousand pounds per annum.&#8217; Here
+		is a touch at Moses&#8217; sea-coats:</p>
+
+
+		<div class="poem">
+			<div class="stanza">
+				<p>&#8216;These coats for nautical pursuits</p>
+				<p>Have qualities no one disputes;</p>
+				<p>The very texture of their cloth</p>
+				<p>Seems to defy the ocean&#8217;s wrath:</p>
+				<p>And then their form and make as well</p>
+				<p>Are suited to the billows&#8217; swell.&#8217;</p>
+			</div>
+		</div>
+
+		<p>What can be happier than the allusion to the fact mentioned in the last two
+		lines; namely, that the coat is quite a match for the billows, being as great a
+		swell as any of them? The poet dashes off a few lines on trowsers, finishing
+		with the following couplet, which is not likely to encourage purchasers. It is
+		stated, and we dare say truly, that if any one puts on a pair of <span
+		class="special_name">Moses&#8217;</span> trowsers he becomes at once an object of
+		general observation:</p>
+
+
+		<div class="poem">
+		<div class="stanza">
+		<p>&#8216;While oft such cries as these escape;</p>
+		<p>Look! there&#8217;s a figure! there&#8217;s a shape!&#8217;</p>
+		</div>
+		</div>
+
+	<p>It is a very natural consequence, no doubt, of disporting one&#8217;s-self in
+	doe-skins made for seven-pence a pair; but the cries of &#8216;There&#8217;s a figure!
+	there&#8217;s a shape!&#8217; must make the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page202"
+	name="page202"></a>202</span>trowsers rather dear to any one who wishes to walk
+	about peaceably, unmolested by this species of street-criticism.&#8217; Under the head
+	of &#8216;Bolsters for Behindhand Botanists,&#8217; we find these original questions and
+	answers: &#8216;What are the most difficult roots to extract from the ground?&#8217; The
+	cube-root. &#8216;What is the pistil of a flower?&#8217; It is that instrument with which
+	the flower shoots. &#8216;What is meant by the word stamina?&#8217; It means the pluck or
+	courage which enables the flower to shoot.&#8217; &#8216;The reversionary interest of a
+	life-crossing, with retail lucifer business attached,&#8217; is offered by a
+	street-sweeper near the Bank of England, he having &#8216;prigged vat vasn&#8217;t his&#8217;n,
+	and gone to pris&#8217;n.&#8217; &#8216;He effected an irregular transfer at the bank one day,
+	which, whatever his doubts upon the subject might previously have been, led to
+	his ultimate conviction.&#8217; The &#8216;Comic <span
+	class="special_name">Blackstone</span>&#8217; enlightens us upon one of the &#8216;King&#8217;s
+	prerogatives&#8217;: &#8216;The King is the fountain of justice, from which are supplied all
+	the leaden reservoirs in Westminster-Hall, and the pumps at the inferior
+	tribunals.&#8217; Among the public inquiries is the following: &#8216;At a crowded meeting
+	at Islington, on the question of granting a theatrical license, the papers state
+	that the judges declined at first, but upon the urgent appeal of an advocate,
+	&#8216;<em>the bench gave way</em>.&#8217; Are we to understand from this that the opposition fell
+	to the ground?&#8217; In &#8216;<span class="special_name">Punch&#8217;s</span> Almanac&#8217; for 1844,
+	we find among other side-remarks, the annexed: under May seventh:
+	&#8216;<span class="special_name">Washington Irving</span> on his way to Madrid as American Ambassador, is
+	entertained in London, 1842. America takes the hand of Spain, and puts her best
+	<em>pen</em> into it.&#8217; &#8216;June sixth: The first cargo of ice comes from America, 1843,
+	for the relief of those who had burnt their fingers with Pennsylvania bonds.&#8217;
+	&#8216;Time is money; but it doesn&#8217;t follow that man is a capitalist who has a great
+	quantity of it on his hands.&#8217; <span class="special_name">Punch&#8217;s</span>
+	&#8216;Literary Intelligence&#8217; is very full. From it we gather that the author of the
+	&#8216;Mothers,&#8217; &#8216;Wives,&#8217; &#8216;Maids,&#8217; and &#8216;Daughters&#8217; of England has another work in
+	press, entitled &#8216;<i>The Grandmothers of England</i>.&#8217; &#8216;No grandmother&#8217;s education
+	will be complete till she has read and re-read &#8216;The Grandmothers of England.&#8217;
+	The book is the very best guide to oval suction extant.&#8217; So says an &#8216;<i>Evening
+	Paper</i>.&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">We</span> should be glad to be informed of <em>the name</em> of any real or
+	pretended lover of the turf and its manifold interests, or of an admirer of one
+	of the most entertaining weekly journals on this continent, who could ask <em>more</em>
+	than is offered by the &#8216;<i>Spirit of the Times</i>&#8217; to all new subscribers to that
+	widely-popular sheet; being no less than any five of those fine large quarto
+	engravings on steel, from original paintings, of Col. <span
+	class="special_name">Johnson</span> and M&#8217;lle <span
+	class="special_name">Augusta</span>, among &#8216;us humans,&#8217; and among our
+	four-footed friends &#8216;of the lower house,&#8217; Ripton, Confidence, Boston, Wagner,
+	Monarch, Leviathan, Argyle, Black-Maria, Grey-Eagle, Shark, Hedgeford, John
+	Bascombe, and Monmouth-Eclipse. On the second day of March a new volume
+	commences; when we hope that this accredited organ of the sporting world, which
+	has raised the prices of blood-stock in this country beyond all precedent, and
+	which in its literary and dramatic departments is without a rival in this or any
+	other country, will take a long lease of a healthful existence, and go on
+	&#8216;prospering and to prosper.&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">The</span> reader will be amused we think with the
+	&#8216;<i>Veritable Sea-Story</i>,&#8217; told by our friend <span class="special_name">Harry
+	Franco</span>, in a species of poetry run mad, in preceding pages. He writes us:
+	&#8216;I send you an epic poem for the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span>, founded on facts within my own
+	personal experience. I mention this lest you should deem it destitute of merit;
+	for it possesses the greatest merit that any human composition can possess;
+	namely, truth. And in this respect, if in no other, my poem is beyond dispute
+	superior to the Iliad and Paradise Lost. However, tastes differ, I am aware; and
+	you may possibly prefer those two epics to mine! They are longer, it is true;
+	but then I think it will be conceded, even by the critics of the <span
+	class="special_name">Poh</span> school, that my metre is sufficiently long, even
+	though my story is short. While others measure their verse by the &#8216;feet,&#8217; I
+	measure mine by the yard.&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">D.&#8217;s</span> paper, (of Georgia,) so thickly
+	interlarded with French, and Italian synonymes for far more expressive English
+	words, reminds us of an old &#8216;ignorant ramus&#8217; in the country, who was always
+	eking out his meaning by three or four familiar Latin terms, which he almost
+	invariably misapplied. He observed one day to a neighbor, who was speaking
+	disrespectfully of a deceased townsman, &#8216;Well, he&#8217;s gone to be judged. <em>E
+	pluribus <span class="pagenum"><a id="page203"
+	name="page203"></a>203</span>unum</em>&#8212;&#8216;speak no evil of the dead&#8217;&#8212;as the Latin
+	proverb says!&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> &#8216;<i>The New World</i>&#8217; enters upon a new year in a very
+	beautiful dress, and with renewed attractions in all its internal departments.
+	Its large clear types, impressed upon good paper, are exceedingly pleasant to
+	the eye, and what they convey to the reader is equally agreeable to the mind
+	&#8216;studious of novelty&#8217; and variety. The success which it deserves, we are glad to
+	learn it abundantly receives. The &#8216;<i>Brother Jonathan</i>&#8217; has changed proprietors,
+	cast its old skin, and comes out as bright and fresh as a June morning. The
+	versatile Mrs. <span class="special_name">Ann Stephens</span> (a lady of fine
+	intellect, who has produced better prose tales and home-sketches than any one of
+	her gifted contemporaries) and Messrs. <span class="special_name">M&#8216;Lachlin and
+	Snow</span>, the resident editors of the &#8216;Jonathan,&#8217; discharged their functions
+	to due public acceptance; but a name so <em>invariably</em> connected with unsuccessful
+	publications that it has come to be justly regarded as the sure precursor and
+	inevitable cause of failure, was at the head of the journal as &#8216;principal
+	editor;&#8217; and &#8216;down east&#8217; editorial-ings, transmitted by the yard, and endless
+	unreadable tales, claiming a kindred paternity, gradually &#8216;choked its wholesome
+	growth,&#8217; and finally brought it to a temporary end. The new proprietor however
+	has wisely declined this &#8216;principal&#8217; incumbrance; and having secured the
+	services of an able editor in the person of <span class="special_name">Henry C.
+	Deming</span>, Esq., a gentleman of high literary distinction, and of popular
+	correspondents, the journal is already, as we learn, rejoicing in a
+	rapidly-enhancing list of subscribers. Success to thee, &#8216;<span
+	class="special_name">Brother Jonathan</span>!&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span
+	class="first_word">The</span> &#8216;<i>Yankee Trick</i>&#8217; described by our Medford
+	(Mass.) correspondent is on file for insertion. It is in <em>one</em> of its features
+	not unlike the anecdote of an old official Dutchman in the valley of the Mohawk,
+	who one day stopped a Yankee pedler journeying slowly through the valley on the
+	Sabbath, and informed him that he must &#8216;put up&#8217; for the day; or &#8216;if it vash
+	<em>neshessary</em> dat he should travel, he must pay de fine for de pass.&#8217; It <em>was</em>
+	necessary, it seems; for he told the Yankee to write the pass, and he would sign
+	it; &#8216;<em>that</em> he could do, though he didn&#8217;t much write, nor read writin&#8217;.&#8217; The
+	pass was written and signed with the Dutchman&#8217;s hieroglyphics, and the pedler
+	went forth &#8216;into the bowels of the land, without impediment.&#8217; Some six months
+	afterward, a brother Dutchman, who kept a &#8216;store&#8217; farther down the Mohawk, in
+	&#8216;settling&#8217; with the pious official, brought in, among other accounts, an order
+	for twenty-five dollars&#8217; worth of goods. &#8216;How ish dat?&#8217; said the Sunday-officer;
+	&#8216;<em>I</em> never give no order; let me see him.&#8217; The order was produced; he put on his
+	spectacles and examined it. &#8216;YaƤs, dat ish mine name, sartain&#8212;yaƤs; but&#8212;<em>it
+	ish dat <span class="keep_together">d&#8212;&#8212;d</span> Yankee pass</em>!&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">Our</span>
+	town-readers, many of them, will remember the bird <span
+	class="special_name">Mino</span>, who was so fond of chatting in a rich mellow
+	voice with the customers at the old Quaker&#8217;s seed-store in Nassau-street. His
+	counterpart may at this moment be seen at &#8216;an hostel&#8217; near by; but the
+	associations and language of the modern bird are very dissimilar. &#8216;<em>How are
+	you?</em>&#8217; is his first salutation; &#8216;<em>do you smoke?</em>&#8217; his next: &#8216;<em>What&#8217;ll you drink?
+	Brandy-and water?</em>&#8212;<em>glass o&#8217; wine?</em>&#8217; It has a most whimsical effect, to hear
+	such anti-temperance invitations from the bill of a bird, whose bright eye is
+	fixed unwinkingly upon you. The Washingtonians should &#8216;look out for him.&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span>
+	<span class="first_word">The</span> editor of the <i>Albion</i> has issued to his
+	subscribers a very fine large quarto engraving, in mezzo-tint by <span
+	class="special_name">Sadd</span>, of <span class="special_name">Heath&#8217;s</span>
+	celebrated line-engraving of <span class="special_name">Washington</span>. Its
+	size is twenty by twenty-seven inches, and represents the <span
+	class="special_name">Pater PatriƦ</span> in his most elevated character; that of
+	a Chief Magistrate elevated by the free suffrages of his countrymen, after
+	having voluntarily laid down his military authority. This print cannot fail to
+	be acceptable to every reader of the Albion, unless he shall be too
+	narrow-minded to honor true nobleness and dignity of character in one who by
+	force of circumstances once stood in a warlike relation to his country. Apropos
+	of the &#8216;Albion:&#8217; is our friend the Editor aware that &#8216;<em>The Evening before the
+	Wedding</em>,&#8217; published as original in a late issue, was translated for the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span>? <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> &#8216;<span
+	class="first_word">Oh</span> dem! dem!&#8217; There is on the <i>tapis</i> a new daily
+	journal, to be called &#8216;<span class="special_name">The Exclusive</span>,&#8217; which
+	is to be the very antithesis of every thing in the &#8216;cheap and vulgar&#8217; line; no
+	slanders, no crim. con.&#8217;s, no horrible accidents; &#8216;no nothing&#8217; of that sort. The
+	affair is already creating some excitement among the <i>beau-monde</i>. The reputed
+	editors are literary men of the world, who <span class="pagenum"><a id="page204"
+	name="page204"></a>204</span>&#8216;know their way.&#8217; Circulars in gold-edged and
+	perfumed paper are already flying about. <i>On dit</i>: that the carriers are to be
+	dressed in uniform, and deliver the paper in white kid gloves; that pastiles are
+	to be kept burning in the publication-office, to disinfect the air of the room
+	of ink and damp sheets; and that only those of the first respectability and
+	acknowledged standing in gay society, are permitted to subscribe to or receive
+	the journal at all! <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">Here</span> is a rich
+	specimen of <em>clerical catachresis</em>, which we derive from an eastern
+	correspondent: &#8216;Our good dominie gave us on Sunday a sermon on the ocean; its
+	wonders, its glories, its beauties; its infinity, its profundity, its
+	mightiness, etc., &#8216;But,&#8217; said he, &#8216;what is all this? <em>It is but a drop in the
+	bucket of God&#8217;s infinity!</em>&#8217; I wonder what is outside of it!&#8217; <span class="ed_table_break">&bull;&bull;&bull;</span> <span class="first_word">It</span> is not the
+	wont of the Editor of this Magazine, as those of its readers who have followed
+	us through twenty-two volumes of the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span> can bear witness, to trumpet in its
+	pages the many kind things that are said of us by the public press; but as a
+	fragment is wanted to fill out this page; as we are just at the commencement of
+	a new volume; and as we are more than pleased at the cordiality with which the
+	first number of it has been received; we shall venture to select from a great
+	number of testimonials one or two for insertion here, which are the more
+	gratifying, that they evince the regard in which the &#8216;<span
+	class="special_name">Old Knick</span>.&#8217; is held at home, and by those who have
+	known us the longest and most intimately. The <i>New-York Courier and Enquirer</i>
+	says of our last number:</p>
+
+
+	<div class="quotation">
+
+	<p>&#8216;<span class="first_word">This</span> sterling Monthly is always punctual to a
+	day in its issues, promptly appearing with the dawn of the month, though our
+	notices of it frequently lag sadly behind it. It is yet, however, by no means
+	too late to say that it enters upon the year &#8217;44 and its twenty-third volume
+	with ability and zeal unabated, and that it is yet, as it has been heretofore,
+	by far the handsomest, ablest, and most interesting literary Monthly issued in
+	this country. Each number contains over a hundred pages, and in the Editor&#8217;s
+	Table alone is often found more matter than the entire body of some of its
+	rivals contains. It has a long list of zealous correspondents, bound to it not
+	more by interest than affection, and numbering among them the most gifted and
+	distinguished writers in the country. The &#8216;Quod Correspondence,&#8217; a novel which
+	is running through the successive numbers, is one of the best works of the kind
+	ever written; its scenes possess a deep dramatic interest, and throughout the
+	whole, moral principles are clearly and powerfully evolved. &#8216;The Idleberg
+	Papers&#8217; is the general title of another capital series, and the work is
+	otherwise filled with excellent prose and generally good poetry. The &#8216;Editor&#8217;s
+	Table&#8217; is by far the most racy and entertaining collection of anecdotes,
+	humorous and pathetic passages, slight criticisms, etc., to be met in any
+	magazine. We cordially commend the old and excellent <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span> to the continued love and patronage of
+	the public.&#8217;</p>
+
+
+	</div>
+
+
+	<p>The <i>Evening Post</i> bestows upon the number praise equally warm and cordial. It
+	adverts to its typographical appearance, with the remark that &#8216;it is beautifully
+	printed; that even those parts which are put in the smallest characters are so
+	distinctly impressed that the dimmest eyes may read them.&#8217; It lauds especially
+	the article on &#8216;Descriptive Poetry,&#8217; the &#8216;Idleberg Papers,&#8217; the &#8216;Sketches of
+	East Florida,&#8217; and some of the poetry; and the editor, <span
+	class="special_name">William Cullen Bryant</span>, Esq., is kind enough to add,
+	that &#8216;no part is better than the Editor&#8217;s Table, which presents as excellent a
+	Salmagundi as was ever served up.&#8217; We scarcely dare claim to have <em>earned</em> these
+	high encomiums; but we are anxious to evince to our subscribers, and especially
+	to those new friends (and <em>their</em> friends) who have begun the year with us, that
+	we shall spare no pains to <em>deserve</em> them. It will be our constant aim not only
+	to <em>maintain</em> the reputation which the <span
+	class="special_name">Knickerbocker</span> now sustains, but in return for the
+	<em>affection</em> with which it seems to be every where regarded, and the liberal
+	patronage which it has always retained, and which is now generously increased by
+	our friends, to <em>enhance</em> it by every means in our power. But, to make use of
+	two French words which have never before been quoted in America, to our
+	knowledge&#8212;&#8216;<i>Nous Verrons!</i>&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<div class="ed_table_item">
+		<p>&#8258; <span class="first_word">Owing</span> to an unlucky accident, at a late hour, a
+		&#8216;<span class="special_name">Literary Record</span>&#8217; of several excellent
+		publications, from the following houses in Philadelphia, New-York, and Boston,
+		is unavoidably omitted from the present number. The &#8216;copy,&#8217; however, of the
+		notices is preserved, and they will appear in our next: <span
+		class="special_name">Lea and Blanchard</span>, <span class="special_name">R. P.
+		Bixby and Company</span>, <span class="special_name">M. W. Dodd</span>, <span
+		class="special_name">Harper and Brothers</span>, <span
+		class="special_name">Wiley and Putnam</span>, <span class="special_name">J. and
+		H. G. Langley</span>, <span class="special_name">D. Appleton and Company</span>,
+		<span class="special_name">George G. Channing</span>, <span
+		class="special_name">J. Winchester</span>, <span class="special_name">James
+		Munroe and Company</span>, <span class="special_name">B. G. Trevett and
+		Company</span>, <span class="special_name">Mark H. Newman, Stanford</span>,
+		<span class="special_name">Swords and Company</span>, <span
+		class="special_name">Lindsay and Blackiston</span>, <span
+		class="special_name">Morris</span>, <span class="special_name">Willis and
+		Company</span>. In a similar category are some half dozen subsections of
+		&#8216;Gossip,&#8217; (including two or three pleasant favors from favorite contributors,
+		notice of articles received and filed, etc.,) which were in type, and which now
+		&#8216;bide their time.&#8217;</p>
+	</div>
+	</div>
+	<div id="footnotes">
+	<h2 class="title">Footnotes</h2>
+	<ol class="fnlist">
+		<li><p id="fn1"><span class="returnFN"><a href="#fnm1">Return to
+text</a></span><span class="first_word">I have</span> unintentionally omitted to
+name <span class="special_name">Falconer</span>, who deserves the highest
+honors among nautical writers.</p></li>
+	</ol>
+	</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+    T H E  K N I C K E R B O C K E R.
+
+VOL. XXIII.      FEBRUARY, 1844.      NO. 2.
+
+
+
+
+SICILIAN SCENERY AND ANTIQUITIES.
+
+BY THOMAS COLE.
+
+
+A few months only have elapsed since I travelled over the classic land of
+Sicily; and the impressions left on my mind by its picturesqueness,
+fertility, and the grandeur of its architectural remains, are more vivid,
+and fraught with more sublime associations, than any I received during my
+late sojourn in Europe. The pleasure of travelling, it seems to me, is
+chiefly experienced after the journey is over; when we can sit down by our
+own snug fire-side, free from all the fatigues and annoyances which are
+its usual concomitants; and, if our untravelled friends are with us,
+indulge in the comfortable and harmless vanity of describing the wonders
+and dangers of those distant lands, and like Goldsmith's old soldier,
+'Shoulder the crutch and _show_ how fields were won.' I was about to
+remark, that those who travel only in books travel with much less
+discomfort, and perhaps enjoy as much, as those who travel in reality; but
+I fancy there are some of my young readers who would rather test the
+matter by their own experience, than by the inadequate descriptions which
+I have to offer them.
+
+Sicily, as is well known, is the largest island in the Mediterranean Sea.
+It was anciently called Trinacria, from its triangular shape, and is about
+six hundred miles in circumference. Each of its extremities is terminated
+by a promontory, one of which was called by the ancients Lilybeum, and
+faces Africa; another called Pachynus, faces the Peloponessus of Greece;
+and the third, Pelorum, now Capo di Boco, faces Italy. The aspect of the
+country is very mountainous: some of the mountains are lofty; but towering
+above all, like an enthroned spirit, rises AEtna. His giant form can be
+seen from elevated grounds in the most remote parts of the island, and the
+mariner can discern his snowy crown more than a hundred miles. But Sicily
+abounds in luxuriant plains and charming valleys, and its soil is
+proverbially rich: it once bore the appellation of the Granary of Rome;
+and it is now said that if properly tilled it would produce more grain
+than any country of its size in the world. Its beauty and fertility were
+often celebrated by ancient bards, who described the sacred flocks and
+herds of Apollo on its delightful slopes. The plain of Enna, where
+Proserpine and her nymphs gathered flowers, was famous for delicious
+honey; and according to an ancient writer, hounds lost their scent when
+hunting, in consequence of the odoriferous flowers which perfumed the air;
+and this may be no fable; for in Spring, as I myself have seen, the
+flowers are abundant and fragrant beyond description; and it seemed to me
+that the gardens of Europe had been supplied with two-thirds of their
+choicest treasures from the wild stores of Sicily.
+
+The history of Sicily is as varied and interesting as the features of its
+surface; but of this I must give only such a brief and hurried sketch as,
+to those who are not conversant with it, will serve to render the scenes I
+intend to describe more intelligible and interesting than they otherwise
+would be. Its early history, then, like that of most nations of antiquity,
+is wrapped in obscurity. Poets feign that its original inhabitants were
+Cyclops; after them the Sicani, a people supposed to have been from Spain,
+were the possessors; then came the Siculi, a people of Italy. The
+enterprising Phoenicians, those early monarchs of the sea, whose ships had
+even visited the remote and barbarous shores of Britain, formed some
+settlements upon it; and in the eighth century before Christ various
+colonies of Greeks were planted on its shores, and became in time the sole
+possessors of the island. These Grecian founders of Syracuse, Gela, and
+Agrigentum, seduced from their own country by the love of enterprise, or
+driven by necessity or revolution from their homes, brought with them the
+refinement, religion, and love of the beautiful, that have distinguished
+their race above all others; and in a short time after their establishment
+in Sicily, the magnificence of their cities, the grandeur of their
+temples, equalled if they did not surpass those of their fatherland. About
+the year 480 before Christ, a fierce enemy landed on the coast of Sicily
+with two thousand gallies: this was the warlike Carthaginian, whose altars
+smoked with the sacrifice of human victims. This formidable invader was
+defeated under the great Gelon of Syracuse, who was called the father of
+his country; but the Carthaginians, returned again and with better
+fortune, at length became masters of the island. The Romans next conquered
+Sicily, and held it for several centuries. The Saracens in the ninth
+century were in the full tide of successful conquest. They landed first in
+the bay of Mazara, near Selinuntium, and after various conflicts and
+fortune, finally subjugated the whole island in the year 878. The crescent
+continued to glitter over the towers of Sicily for about three centuries,
+when the Normans, a band of adventurers whom the crusades of the Holy
+Sepulchre had brought from their northern homes, after a conflict of
+thirty years under Count Roger, expelled the Saracen in the year 1073, and
+planted the banner of the cross in every city of the land. Soon after that
+time it came under Spain and Austria; France and England have severally
+been its rulers. It is now under the crown of Naples.
+
+Such is a brief outline of the eventful history of Sicily; a land formed
+by nature in her fairest mould; but which the crimes and ambition of men
+have desecrated by violence, oppression, and bloodshed; and with the
+substitution of a word, one might exclaim with the poet:
+
+    'SICILIA! O SICILIA! thou who hast
+    The fatal gift of beauty, which became
+    A funeral dower of present woes and past,
+    On thy sweet brow is sorrow ploughed by shame,
+    And annals graved in characters of flame.
+    Oh GOD! that thou wert in thy nakedness
+    Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim
+    Thy right, and awe the robbers back who press
+  To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress!'
+
+Her brightest age was when the Greek threw the light of his genius around
+her; when rose those mighty temples which now, even in their ruin, call
+forth the wonder and admiration of the traveller; her greatest degradation
+was in the age just passed away. As an exemplification of this, it is
+sufficient to say, that from the time of the Norman until the accession of
+the present monarch, a space of seven hundred years, not a single road has
+been constructed in the island. But we have reason to believe that a
+brighter day now dawns, and that ere long the sun of civilization will
+dispel the clouds that have so long overshadowed the mountains of Sicily.
+
+He who would make a tour through this magnificent land, must make up his
+mind to submit to much fatigue, some danger, and innumerable annoyances;
+such as filth, bad fare, the continual torment of vermin; lodgings, to
+which a stable with clean hay would be in comparison a paradise; knavish
+attempts at imposition of various kinds, etc. He must mount on a mule
+whose saddle is of rude and of abominable construction; whose bit is a
+sort of iron vice, which clasps the animal's nose and under-jaw, and every
+day wears away the flesh; and whose bridle is a piece of rope fastened to
+the bit on one side only. He must ford rivers of various depth; he must
+fear no ascent or descent, however precipitous, if there appears to be a
+track; and at times he must have a careful eye to the priming of his
+pistol; and above all, a patient and enduring temper is a _great_ comfort.
+
+The aspect of Sicily is widely different from that of this country; its
+beauty is dependent on other forms and associations. _Here_, we have vast
+forests that stretch their shady folds in melancholy grandeur; the
+mountain tops themselves are clad in thick umbrage, which, rejoicing in
+the glory of the autumnal season, array themselves in rainbow dyes.
+_There_, no wide forests shade the land; but mountains more abrupt than
+ours, and bearing the scars of volcanic fire and earthquake on their
+brows, are yet clothed with flowers and odoriferous shrubs. The plains and
+slopes of the mountains are now but partially under cultivation; vineyards
+and olive-groves generally clothe the latter, while over the gentler
+undulating country, or the plains, fenceless fields stretch far away, a
+wilderness of waving grain, through which the traveller may ride for hours
+nor meet a human being, nor see a habitation, save when he lifts his eyes
+to some craggy steep or mountain pinnacle, where stands the clustered
+village. The villages and larger towns are generally set among groves of
+orange, almond, and pomegranate trees, with here and there a dark Carruba,
+or Leutisk tree, casting its ample shade. Fields of the broad bean, the
+chief food of the laboring classes, serves at times to vary with vivid
+green the monotony of the landscape. The traveller rolls along over no
+Macadamised road in his comfortable carriage, but mounted on his mule,
+leaves him to choose his own track among the numerous ones that form what
+is called the _strada-maestro_, or master-road, between city and city.
+Here and there he will come to a stone fountain, constructed perhaps
+centuries ago, which still furnishes a delightful beverage for himself and
+beast. Oftentimes the road leads through a country entirely waste, and
+covered with tall bunches of grass or the dwarfish palmetto; sometimes in
+the cultivated districts the road is bounded by the formidable
+prickly-pear, which grows to the height of twenty feet, or by rows of the
+stately aloe, and not unfrequently by wild hedges of myrtle, intertwined
+with innumerable climbing plants, whose flowers the traveller can pick as
+he rides along. Generally the road-side is perfectly enamelled with
+flowers of various hue and fragrance. No majestic river, like the Hudson,
+spreads before him, with all its glittering sails and swift steam-boats;
+but ever and anon the blue and placid Mediterranean bounds his vision, or
+indents the shore, with here and there a picturesque and lazy barque
+reflected in the waves.
+
+I have before said that the towns and villages are generally perched like
+eagles' nests in high places. This is particularly the case with those of
+the interior: many of them are inaccessible to carriages, except the
+_Letiga_, a sort of large sedan-chair, gaudily decorated with pictures of
+saints, and suspended between two mules, one of which trots before and the
+other behind, to the continual din of numerous bells and the harsh shouts
+of the muleteers. I never saw one of these vehicles, which are the only
+travelling carriages of the interior of Sicily, without thinking that
+there might be a _land-sickness_ even worse than a sea-sickness; for the
+motion of the letiga in clambering up and down the broken steeps must be
+far more tempestuous than any thing ever experienced at sea. Between
+village and village you see no snug villa, farm-house, or cottage by the
+road-side, or nestling among the trees; but here and there a gloomy
+castellated building, a lonely ruin or stern Martello tower, whose
+dilapidated walls crown some steep headland, against whose base washes the
+ever-murmuring waves. Now the traveller descends to the beach, his only
+road; the mountains are far inland, or dip their broad bases in the
+sea-foam, or impend in fearful masses over his head. He ascends again, and
+journeys over wastes which undoubtedly in the time of the Greek and the
+Roman were covered with fruits and grain; but which now are treeless and
+desolate as the deep whose breezes stir the flowers that deck them. At
+times he must ford streams, which, if swollen with late rains, are
+perilous in the extreme.
+
+I remember once on my journey descending from one of those treeless wastes
+upon a spot very different from any thing on this side of the Atlantic. It
+was called Verdura, from its green and verdant character. A stream which
+flowed through a plain bounded by lofty mountains here fell into the sea.
+A large mill, which much resembles an ancient castle, and in all
+probability had served both purposes in times gone by, stood near. Upon
+the sandy beach close by, and hauled entirely out of the water, lay
+several vessels in the style of Homer's ships; and I have no doubt bore a
+strong resemblance to ships of ancient time, for they were picturesquely
+formed, and painted fantastically with figures of fishes and eyes. The
+wild-looking mariners were lounging lazily about in their shaggy capotes,
+or engaged in loading their vessels with grain, the product of the
+neighboring plains. Up the steep we had just descended a letiga was slowly
+winding; and on a green declivity overlooking the sea, a flock of goats
+were browsing, and their shepherd reclined near in listless idleness. Open
+and treeless as was this scene, there was such a peaceful character about
+it, such an air of primitive simplicity, that it made a strong impression
+on my mind.
+
+It does not come within the scope of this paper to offer any description
+of the larger cities of Sicily, Palermo, Messina, etc. Most readers have
+seen accounts of them more ample and more interesting than I could offer.
+Of the smaller places I must content myself with giving a very general
+description, so that I may retain the requisite space, in this division of
+my article, for some notice of an ascent which I made to the sublime
+summit of Mount AEtna.
+
+The secondary towns to which I have alluded, such as Calatifini, Sciacca,
+Caltagerone, etc., are in general picturesquely situated, and are built in
+a massive and sometimes even in a magnificent style. The churches and
+houses are all of hewn stone, and exhibit the various styles of
+architecture of the builders; the Saracenic, the Norman-Gothic, or the
+later Spanish taste. Sometimes the styles are fantastically intermixed;
+but the whole, to the architect, is extremely interesting. Flat roofs and
+projecting stone balconies from the upper windows are perhaps the most
+characteristic features of the houses. The churches, though large, are
+seldom beautiful specimens of architecture; and the interior is in general
+extremely ornate, and decorated with gaudy gilding and pictures, and
+images of CHRIST and saints, disgustingly painted. The streets, wide or
+narrow, would appear to us somewhat gloomy and prison-like; and paint is a
+thing scarcely known on the exterior or perhaps interior of an ordinary
+house. The air of the interior of the common houses of the Sicilian towns
+is as gloomy and comfortless as can be imagined. A few wooden benches, a
+table firmly fixed in the stone pavement, a fire-place composed of a few
+blocks of stone placed on the floor, the smoke of which is allowed to make
+its escape as it best can at the window, which is always destitute of
+glass, and is closed by a rude wooden shutter when required; a bed
+consisting of a mattress of the same hue as the floor, raised a few feet
+from it by means of boards on a rude frame; some sheep-skins for blankets,
+and sheets of coarse stuff whose color serves as an effectual check on the
+curiosity of him who would pry too closely into its texture; are the chief
+articles of furniture to be found in the habitations of the Sicilian poor.
+Beside the human inhabitants of these uninviting abodes, there are
+innumerable lively creatures, whose names it were almost impolite to
+mention in polished ears; and I might not have alluded to them had they
+confined themselves to such places; but they rejoice in the palace as well
+as in the cottage, and to the traveller's sorrow inflict themselves
+without his consent as travelling companions through the whole Sicilian
+tour.
+
+The houses of the more wealthy are spacious and airy, but not much
+superior in point of comfort. They are often of commanding exterior, and
+are called _palazzi_, or palaces. Of course, there are exceptions to this
+general character of discomfort; but judging from my own observation, they
+are few. On approaching a Sicilian village, the eye of the traveller will
+almost surely be attracted by a capacious and solid building, surmounted
+by a belfry-tower, and commanding the most charming prospect in the
+vicinity. It is surrounded with orange groves and cypress-trees, and looks
+like a place fitted for the enjoyment of a contemplative life. He will not
+long remain in doubt as to the purpose of the building whose site is so
+delightfully chosen; for walking slowly along the shady path, or seated in
+some pleasant nook, singly or in groups, he will perceive the long-robed
+monks, the reverend masters of the holy place.
+
+Connoisseurs say that a landscape is imperfect without figures; and as
+that is the case in a picture, it is most probably so in a magazine
+article; and the reader might complain if I were to neglect giving some
+slight outlines of the figures of the Sicilian landscape. In travelling
+from city to city, although they may not be more than twenty miles apart,
+the wayfarer meets with very few persons on the road; seldom an
+individual, and only now and then, at an interval of miles, a group of men
+mounted on mules, each person carrying a gun; or perhaps a convoy of
+loaded mules and asses with several muleteers, some mounted and some on
+foot, who urge by uncouth cries and blows the weary beasts over the rocky
+or swampy ground, or up some steep acclivity or across some torrent's bed.
+At times he will see a shepherd or two watching their flocks; these are
+half-naked, wild looking beings, scarcely raised in the scale of
+intelligence above their bleating charge. Their dwelling may be hard by, a
+conical hut of grass or straw, or a ruined tower. On the fertile slopes or
+plains he will sometimes observe a dozen yokes of oxen ploughing abreast.
+The laborers probably chose this contiguity for the sake of company across
+the wide fields. If the grass or grain is to be cut, it is by both men and
+women armed with a rude sickle only. It is seldom you meet either man or
+woman on foot upon the roads; men scarcely ever. Donkeys are about as
+numerous as men, and their ludicrous bray salutes your ear wherever the
+human animal is to be seen.
+
+The peasant-women through a great part of Sicily wear a semi-circular
+piece of woollen cloth over their heads; it is always black or white, and
+hangs in agreeable folds over the neck and shoulders. There is but little
+beauty among them; and alas! how should there be? They are in general
+filthy; the hair of both old and young is allowed to fall in uncombed
+elf-locks about their heads; and the old women are often hideous and
+disgustful in the extreme. The heart bleeds for the women: they have more
+than their share of the labors of the field; they have all the toils of
+the men, added to the pains and cares of womanhood. They dig, they reap,
+they carry heavy burthens--burthens almost incredible. In the vicinity of
+AEtna I met a woman walking down the road knitting: on her head was a large
+mass of lava weighing at least thirty pounds, and on the top of this lay a
+small hammer. Being puzzled to know why the woman carried such a piece of
+lava where lava was so abundant, I inquired 'the wherefore' of Luigi, our
+guide. He answered that as she wished to knit, and not having pockets, she
+had taken that plan to carry the little hammer conveniently. That piece of
+stone, which would break our necks to carry, was evidently to her no more
+than a heavy hat would be to us. It may be thought that I draw a sorry
+picture of these poor Islanders; but I would have it understood that on
+the side of Messina, and some other parts, there is apparently a little
+more civilization; but they are an oppressed and degraded peasantry;
+ignorant, superstitious, filthy, and condemned to live on the coarsest
+food. They are as the beasts that perish, driven by necessity to sow that
+which they may not reap. How applicable are the words of ADDISON:
+
+  'How has kind Heaven adorn'd the happy land
+  And scattered blessings with a wasteful hand!
+  But what avails her unexhausted stores,
+  Her blooming mountains and her sunny shores,
+  With all the gifts that heaven and earth impart,
+  The smiles of nature and the charms of art,
+  While proud oppression in her valleys reigns,
+  And tyranny usurps her happy plains?
+  The poor inhabitant beholds in vain
+  The reddening orange and the swelling grain:
+  Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines,
+  And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines:
+  Starves, in the midst of nature's bounty curst,
+  And in the loaded vineyard dies of thirst.'
+
+But the Sicilians are _naturally_ a gay, light-hearted people, like the
+Greeks, their forefathers; and if the cloud which now rests upon them were
+removed, and we have reason to think it is lifting, they would be as
+bright and sunny as their own skies. The women of the better classes wear
+the black mantilla when they venture into the streets, which they seldom
+do, except to attend mass or the confessional. This robe is extremely
+elegant, as it is worn, but it requires an adept to adjust it gracefully.
+It covers the whole person from head to foot; in parts drawn closely to
+the form, in others falling in free folds. But for its color, I should
+admire it much: it seems such an incongruity for a young and beautiful
+female to be habited in what appear to be mourning robes. I was often
+reminded of those wicked lines of BYRON'S on the gondola:
+
+  'For sometimes they contain a deal of fun,
+  Like mourning-coaches when the funeral's done.'
+
+But let us turn from the animate to the inanimate, and visit the famous
+AEtna, called by the Sicilians _Mongibello_. From the silence of Homer on
+the subject, it is supposed that in his remote age the fires of the
+mountain were unknown; but geologists have proof that they have a far more
+ancient date. The Grecian poet Pindar is the first who mentions its
+eruptions. He died four hundred and thirty-five years before CHRIST; from
+that time to this, at irregular intervals, it has vomited forth its
+destructive lavas. It is computed to be eleven thousand feet high. Its
+base, more than an hundred miles in circumference, is interspersed with
+numerous conical hills, each of which is an extinct crater, whose sides,
+now shaded by the vine, the fig tree, and the habitations of man, once
+glowed with the fiery torrent. Some of them are yet almost destitute of
+vegetation; mere heaps of scoriae and ashes; but the more ancient ones are
+richly clad with verdure. Let the reader imagine a mountain whose base is
+as broad as the whole range of the Catskills, as seen from Catskill
+village, rising to nearly three times their height; its lower parts are of
+gentle ascent, but as it rises it becomes more and more steep, until it
+terminates in a broken summit. Imagine it divided, as the eye ascends,
+into three regions or belts: the first and lowest is covered with
+villages, gardens, vineyards, olive-groves, oranges, and fields of grain
+and flax, and the date-bearing palm. The second region, which commences
+about four thousand feet above the sea, is called the _Regione Sylvosa_,
+or woody region. Here chestnuts, hexes, and on the north pines of great
+size flourish. This belt reaches to the elevation of about seven thousand
+feet, where the _Regione Scoperta_, or bare region, commences. The lower
+part of this is intermingled lava, rocks, volcanic sands, and snow; still
+higher are vast fields of spotless snow, which centuries have seen
+unwasted, with here and there a ridgy crag of black lava, too steep for
+the snows to lodge upon; and toward the summit of the cone, dark patches
+of scoriae and ashes, which, heated by the slumbering fires, defy the icy
+blasts of these upper realms of air. It will readily be supposed that,
+when viewed from a distance, Mount AEtna is an object to make a deep
+impression on the mind:
+
+  But for yon filmy smoke, that from thy crest
+  Continual issues like a morning mist
+  The sun disperses, there would be no sign
+  That from thy mighty breast bursts forth at times
+  The sulphurous storm--the avalanche of fire;
+  That midnight is made luminous, and day
+  A ghastly twilight, by thy lurid breath.
+  By thee tormented, Earth is tossed and riven:
+  The shuddering mountains reel; temples and towers
+  The works of man, and man himself, his hopes
+  His harvests, all a desolation made!
+  Sublime art thou, O Mount! whether beneath
+  The moon in silence sleeping with thy woods,
+  And driving snows, and golden fields of corn;
+  Or bleat on thy slant breast the gentle flocks,
+  And shepherds in the mellow glow of eve
+  Pipe merrily; or when thy scathed sides
+  Are laved with fire, answered thine earthquake voice
+  By screams and clamor of affrighted men.
+  Sublime thou art!--a resting-place for thought,
+  Thought reaching far above thy bounds; from thee
+  To HIM who bade the central fires construct
+  This wondrous fabric; lifted thy dread brow
+  To meet the sun while yet the earth is dark,
+  And ocean, with its ever-murmuring waves.
+
+On the ninth of May, myself and travelling companion commenced the ascent
+of Mount AEtna; and as the season was not the most favorable, the snows
+extending farther down the sides of the mountain than in summer, we were
+equipped, under the direction of our guide, with coarse woollen stockings
+to be drawn over the pantaloons, thick-soled shoes, and woollen caps.
+Mounting our mules, we left Catania in the morning. The road was good and
+of gradual ascent until we reached Nicolosi, about fourteen miles up the
+mountain. We saw little that was particularly interesting on our route
+except that the hamlets through which we passed bore fearful evidences of
+the effects of earthquake. Arrived at Nicolosi, the place where travellers
+usually procure guides and mules for the mountain, it was our intention to
+rest for the remainder of the day; but Monte Rosso, an extinguished
+crater, being in the vicinity, my curiosity got the better of my intention
+to rest, and I sallied forth to examine it. The road lay through the
+village, which is built of the lava, and is arid and black, and many of
+the buildings rent and twisted. Monte Rosso was formed by the eruption of
+1669, which threw out a torrent of lava that flowed thirteen miles,
+destroying a great part of the city of Catania in its resistless course to
+the sea, where it formed a rugged promontory which at this day appears as
+black, bare, and herbless as on the day when its fiery course was arrested
+by the boiling waters. And here I would remark, that the lavas of AEtna are
+very different from those of Vesuvius. The latter decompose in half a
+century, and become capable of cultivation; those of AEtna remain unchanged
+for centuries, as that of Monte Rosso testifies. It has now been exposed
+to the action of the weather nearly two hundred years, with the exception
+of the interstices where the dust and sand have collected, it is destitute
+of vegetation. Broken in cooling into masses of rough but sharp fracture,
+its aspect is horrid and forbidding, and it is exceedingly difficult to
+walk over. If two centuries have produced so little change, how _many_
+centuries must have served to form the rich soil which covers the greater
+part of the mountain's sides and base!
+
+Our purpose was to see the sun rise from the summit of AEtna; and at nine
+in the evening, our mules and guides being ready, we put on our Sicilian
+capotes, and sallied forth. We had two guides, a muleteer, and as there
+was no moon, a man with a lantern to light the mules in their passage over
+the beds of lava. For several miles the way was uninteresting, it being
+too dark to see any thing except the horrid lava or sand beneath the feet
+of the mules. At times the road was so steep that we were ordered by our
+guides to lean forward on the necks of the mules, to keep them and
+ourselves from being thrown back. At length we entered the woody region.
+Here the path was less rocky; and as we wound up the mountain's side,
+beneath the shadows of noble trees, I could not but feel the solemn
+quietness of a night on AEtna, and contrast it with what has been and what
+will in all probability be again, the intermitting roar of the neighboring
+volcano, and the dreadful thunder of the earthquake. At midnight we
+arrived at the _Casa delle Neve_, or House of Snow. This is a rude
+building of lava, with bare walls, entirely destitute of furniture. We
+made a fire on the ground, took some refreshments which we had brought
+with us, and in about an hour remounted our mules, and proceeded on our
+journey. We soon left the region of woods; and being now at an elevation
+of seven thousand feet above the sea, felt somewhat cold, and buttoned our
+capotes closer about us. From the ridges of lava along which we rode, by
+the light of the stars which now became brilliant, we could discern the
+snow stretching in long lines down the ravines on either hand; and as we
+advanced, approaching nearer and nearer, until at length it spread in
+broad fields before us. As the mules could go no farther, we dismounted,
+and taking an iron-pointed staff in our hands, we commenced the journey
+over the snows. It was now half-past one, and we had seven miles to
+traverse before reaching the summit. The first part of the ascent was
+discouraging, for it was steep, and the snow so slippery that we sometimes
+fell on our faces; but it became rather less steep as we ascended, and
+though fatiguing, we got along comfortably. As the atmosphere was becoming
+rare, and the breathing hurried, we sat on the snow for a few minutes now
+and then. At such times we could not but be struck with the splendor of
+the stars, far beyond any thing I had ever seen. The milky way seemed
+suspended in the deep heavens, like a luminous cloud, with clear and
+definite outline. We next arrived at the _Casa degli Inglese_; so called,
+but alas for us! the ridge of the roof and a part of the gable were all
+that rose above the snow. In the midst of summer, travellers may make use
+of it; but to us it was unavailing, except the gable, which served in a
+measure to shield us from the icy wind which now swept over the mountain.
+We again partook of a little refreshment, by way of preparation for the
+most arduous part of our undertaking, and were now at the foot of the
+great cone. The ascent was toilsome in the extreme. Snow, melted beneath
+in many places by the heat of the mountain; sharp ridges of lava; loose
+sand, ashes, and cinders, into which last the foot sank at every step,
+made the ascent difficult as well as dangerous. The atmosphere was so rare
+that we had to stop every few yards to breathe. At such times we could
+hear our hearts beat within us like the strokes of a drum. But it was now
+light, and we reached the summit of the great cone just as the sun rose.
+
+It was a glorious sight which spread before our eyes! We took a hasty
+glance into the gloomy crater of the volcano and throwing ourselves on the
+warm ashes, gazed in wonder and astonishment. It would be vain for me to
+attempt a description of the scene. I scarcely knew the world in which I
+had lived. The hills and valleys over which we had been travelling for
+many days, were comprised within the compass of a momentary glance. Sicily
+lay at our feet, with all its 'many folded' mountains, its plains, its
+promontories, and its bays; and round all, the sea stretched far and wide
+like a lower sky; the Lipari islands, Stromboli and its volcano, floating
+upon it like small dusky clouds; and the Calabrian coast visible, I should
+suppose, for two hundred miles, like a long horizontal bank of vapor! As
+the sun rose, the great pyramidal shadow of AEtna was cast across the
+island, and all beneath it rested in twilight-gloom. Turning from this
+wonderful scene, we looked down into the crater, on whose verge we lay. It
+was a fearful sight, apparently more than a thousand feet in depth, and a
+mile in breadth, with precipitous and in some places overhanging sides,
+which were varied with strange and discordant colors. The steeps were rent
+into deep chasms and gulfs, from which issued white sulphurous smoke, that
+rose and hung in fantastic wreaths about the horrid crags; thence
+springing over the edge of the crater, seemed to dissipate in the clear
+keen air. I was somewhat surprised to perceive several sheets of snow
+lying at the very bottom of the crater, a proof that the internal fires
+were in a deep slumber. The edge of the crater was a mere ridge of scoriae
+and ashes, varying in height; and it required some care, in places, to
+avoid falling down the steep on one hand, or being precipitated into the
+gulf on the other. The air was keen; but fortunately there was little
+wind; and after spending about an hour on the summit, we commenced our
+descent.
+
+We varied our course from the one we took on ascending, and visited an
+altar erected to Jupiter by the ancients, now called the _Torre del
+Filosofo_. Soon after we came upon the verge of a vast crater, the period
+of whose activity is beyond the earliest records of history. _Val di
+Bove_, as it is called, is a tremendous scene. Imagine a basin several
+miles across, a thousand feet in depth at least, with craggy and
+perpendicular walls on every side; its bottom broken into deep ravines and
+chasms, and shattered pinnacles, as though the lava in its molten state
+had been shaken and tossed by an earthquake, and then suddenly congealed.
+It is into this ancient crater that the lava of the most recent eruption
+is descending. It is fortunate that it has taken that direction.
+
+In another and concluding number, the reader's attention will be directed
+to the _Architectural Antiquities of Sicily_, especially those of Grecian
+structure, which will be described in the order in which they were
+visited.
+
+
+
+
+LINES TO TIME.
+
+BY MRS. J. WEBB.
+
+
+  Oh Time! I'll weave, to deck thy brow,
+  A wreath fresh culled from Flora's treasure:
+  If thou wilt backward turn thy flight
+  To youth's bright morn of joy and pleasure.
+  'Joys ill exchanged for riper years;'
+  The bard, alas! hath truly spoken:
+  I've wept the truth in burning tears
+  O'er many a fair hope crushed and broken.
+
+  In vain my sager, wiser friends
+  Told of thy speed and wing untiring;
+  I drank of Pleasure's honied cup,
+  Nor marked thy flight, no change desiring;
+  When all too late I gave thee chase,
+  But found thou couldst not be o'ertaken:
+  With heedless wing thou'st onward swept,
+  Though hopes were crushed and empires shaken.
+
+  Thou with the world thy flight began'st;
+  Compared with thine, what were the knowledge
+  Of every sage in every clime,
+  The learning of the school or college?
+  Thou'st seen, in all the pomp of power,
+  Athens, the proudest seat of learning;
+  And thou couldst tell us if thou wouldst,
+  How Nero looked when Rome was burning.
+
+  What direful sights hast thou beheld,
+  As careless thou hast journied on:
+  The hemlock-bowl for Athen's pride;
+  The gory field of Marathon;
+  The monarch crowned, the warrior plumed,
+  With power and with ambition burning;
+  Yet they must all have seemed to thee
+  Poor pigmies on a pivot turning.
+
+  Their pomp, their power, with thine compared,
+  How blank and void, how frail and fleeting!
+  Thou hast not paused e'en o'er their tombs
+  To give their mighty spirits greeting;
+  But onward still with untired wing,
+  Regardless thou 'rt thy flight pursuing,
+  Unseen, alas! till thou art past,
+  While o'er our heads thy snows thou 'rt strewing.
+
+  Oh! vainly may poor mortals strive
+  With learned lore of school and college;
+  Their books may teach us wisdom's rules,
+  But thou alone canst teach us knowledge.
+  Oh! had I earlier known thy worth,
+  I had not now been left repining,
+  Nor asked to weave for thee the wreath
+  That on my youthful brow was shining.
+  Could but again the race be mine,
+  In life's young morn, I'd seek and find thee;
+  I'd seize thee by thy flowing lock,
+  And never more be left behind thee!
+
+
+
+
+A NIGHT ON THE PRAIRIE.
+
+BY A BUFFALO HUNTER.
+
+
+While looking over my 'omnium gatherum;' the same being a drawer
+containing scraps of poetry, unfinished letters, half-written editorials,
+incidents of travel, obsolete briefs, with many other odds and ends that
+have fallen from my brain during the last three years, but which from want
+of quality in them or lack of energy in me, have failed to reach the
+dignity of types and ink; I came across a diary kept while hunting buffalo
+with the Sac and Fox Indians, some two hundred miles west of the
+Mississippi, during the summer of 1842. Finding myself interested in
+recurring to the incidents of that excursion, it occurred to me that
+matter might be drawn therefrom which would not be without interest to the
+public. I have therefore ventured to offer the following for publication;
+it being an account of a night passed at the source of the Checauque, when
+I did not deem my scalp worth five minute's purchase, and when I
+cheerfully would have given ten years of an ordinary life to have been
+under the humblest roof in the most desolate spot in the 'land of steady
+habits.'
+
+I have said that we were in the country of the Sioux. That our situation
+may be understood, I would remark farther, that between the latter and the
+confederated tribes of the Sac and Fox Indians, there has been for the
+last forty years, and still exists, the most inveterate hostility; the two
+parties never meeting without bloodshed. The Government of the United
+States, in pursuance of that policy which guides its conduct toward the
+various Indian tribes, for the preservation of peace between these two
+nations, have laid out between them a strip of country forty miles in
+width, denominated the 'Neutral Ground,' and on to which neither nation is
+permitted to extend their hunting excursions.
+
+On the occasion of which I write, the Sacs and Foxes, having been
+disappointed in finding buffalo within their own limits, and perhaps
+feeling quite as anxious to fall in with a band of Sioux as to obtain
+game, had passed the 'Neutral Ground,' and were now several days' journey
+into the country of their enemies.
+
+For the last two days we had marched with the utmost circumspection; our
+spies ranged the country for miles in advance and on either flank, while
+at night we had sought some valley as a place of encampment, where our
+fires could not be seen from a distance. Each day we had perceived signs
+which indicated that small parties of Sioux had been quite recently over
+the very ground we were travelling. The whites in the company, numbering
+some eleven or twelve, had remonstrated with the Indians, representing to
+them that they were transgressing the orders of the government, and that
+should a hostile meeting take place they would certainly incur the
+displeasure of their 'great father' at Washington.
+
+Heedless of our remonstrances they continued to advance until it became
+evident that the Sioux and not buffalo were their object. The truth was,
+they felt themselves in an excellent condition to meet their ancient
+enemy. They numbered, beside old men and the young and untried, three
+hundred and twenty-five warriors, mounted and armed with rifles, many of
+them veterans who had seen service on the side of Great Britain in her
+last war with this country, and most of whom had served with Black Hawk in
+his brief but desperate contest with the United States. Moreover, they
+placed some reliance on the whites who accompanied them; all of whom,
+except my friend B----, of Kentucky, one or two others and myself, were
+old frontier men, versed in the arts of Indian warfare.
+
+As for myself, I felt far from comfortable in the position in which I
+found myself placed; hundreds of miles from any white settlement, and
+expecting hourly to be forced into a conflict where no glory was to be
+gained, and in which defeat would be certain death, while victory could
+not fail to bring upon us the censure of our government. The idea of
+offering up my scalp as a trophy to Sioux valor, and leaving my bones to
+bleach on the wide prairie, with no prayer over my remains nor stone to
+mark the spot of my sepulture, was far from comfortable. I thought of the
+old church-yard amidst the green hills of New-England, where repose the
+dust of my ancestors, and would much preferred to have been gathered
+there, full of years, 'like a shock of corn fully ripe in its season,'
+rather than to be cut down in the morning of life by the roving Sioux, and
+my frame left a dainty morsel for the skulking wolf of the prairie. I
+communicated my sentiments to B----, and found that his views corresponded
+with mine. 'But,' said he, with the spirit of a genuine Kentuckian, 'we
+are in for it, Harry, and we must fight; it will not do to let these
+Indians see us show the white feather.'
+
+It was under such circumstances, and with these feelings, that we pitched
+our tents after a hard day's march, in a valley near the margin of a
+little stream which uniting with others forms the Checauque, one of the
+tributaries of the Mississippi. The river flowed in our front. In our
+rear, and surrounding us on either side, forming a sort of amphitheatre,
+was a range of low hills crowned with a grove of young hickorys. A branch
+on our left, running down to the stream, separated our tents from the
+encampment of our Indian allies. Our camp consisted of three tents pitched
+some fifteen steps apart. B---- and myself occupied the middle one. We had
+a companion, a scrub of a fellow, who forced himself upon us as we were on
+the point of starting, and whom we could not well shake off. To this
+genius, on account of his many disagreeable qualities, we had given the
+soubriquet of '_Common Doings_.' The other whites of the party occupied
+the other two tents.
+
+We had just finished the usual routine of camp duty for the night,
+'spansered' our horses, eaten our suppers, laid in a supply of fuel for
+our fires, and were sitting around them smoking our pipes and listening to
+the marvellous tales of an old 'Leatherstocking' of the party, whose life
+had been passed between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi, when two
+of our Indian spies came in, passing in front of our tents and across the
+branch to the Indian camp. One of our party followed them to hear their
+report, and soon returned with the information that the spies had seen an
+encampment of Sioux, and that the Sacs and Foxes were then holding a
+council as to what measures it was best to pursue. Others of our party,
+who understood the Indian tongue, went across for farther information.
+Mean time we remained in great anxiety, canvassing among ourselves the
+probable truth of the report, and speculating on the course most proper
+for us to take. Our friends soon returned, having heard the full report of
+the spies as it was delivered before the chiefs in council. They had
+proceeded some eight miles beyond the place of our encampment to a hill in
+the vicinity of Swan Lake; from the hill they had seen a large body of
+Sioux, numbering as near as they could estimate them, five or six hundred.
+From the manner in which they were encamped and from other signs, they
+knew them to be a 'war party;' and having made these observations, they
+withdrew, concealing themselves as much as possible, and as they supposed,
+without being discovered. The effect of this information upon us may
+easily be imagined. We were 'in for it' sure enough! We had expected for
+several days that we should meet the enemy, but to find them so near us in
+such force, so far outnumbering our own, we had not anticipated.
+
+The question now was, what were we to do? Some proposed that we should
+move our camp across the branch and pitch our tent among our Indian
+allies; for it was argued with much force that if our spies had been
+discovered, the Sioux would follow their trail, and as it passed directly
+by our tents, we should fall the first victims; that if the Sioux,
+notwithstanding their superiority in numbers, should not think it prudent
+to attack the main camp, they would not fail to attack, according to their
+custom, the out-camps, take what scalps they could, and retreat. But there
+was a strong objection to moving our camp: the Indians frequently during
+the march had desired us to pitch our tents among them, but we had always
+declined, preferring to be by ourselves. What would they say if we should
+now break up our encampment and go among them? 'White men are cowards!
+They rejected our request when all was safe, but now at the approach of
+danger they come skulking among us like dogs for protection.'  No; we
+could not do this; pride forbade it. We next discussed the expediency of
+dividing ourselves into a watch, and keeping guard by turns through the
+night. The more experienced of the party, and particularly Jamison, an old
+hunter and Indian fighter, said that this would only exhaust us, and would
+be of no avail; that our Indian allies had spies around the encampment in
+every direction; that if they failed to perceive the approach of the enemy,
+we could not discover them; that the first intimation our sentinels would
+have would be an arrow through the body; that our best plan would be to
+extinguish our fires, prepare our arms, lie down with them in our hands,
+rely on the Indian spies for notice of the enemy's approach, and on the
+first alarm make our way to the Indian camp, being careful as we approached
+it to give the pass-word for the night, '_Wal-las-ki-push-eto_.' We all
+finally came to this conclusion.
+
+During the discussion, two of the party had not spoken a word; one was our
+tent-mate 'Doings,' who was so completely paralyzed with fright as to be
+unable to think or speak; the other was old 'Leatherstocking,' who
+listened with the utmost coolness to all that was said, occasionally
+expressing assent or dissent by a nod or shake of the head. I now observed
+him quietly examine his rifle, draw the charge and reload; take out the
+flint and replace it with a new one; he then threw himself down for the
+night, his bared knife in his left hand, and his right resting on the
+breech of his rifle, remarking as he composed himself to sleep, 'We must
+be ready boys; there's no telling when the varmints will be upon us.'
+
+B---- and myself prepared our arms: each of us wore a brace of pistols in
+a belt; these were carefully loaded and buckled on; our rifles were next
+examined and put in order; our hatchets were placed at hand, and with many
+misgivings we laid ourselves down. It was some time before I could sleep,
+and when I did, my repose was disturbed by dreams. How long I slept I am
+unable to say, perhaps not more than an hour, when I was suddenly
+awakened. I listened. The noise of the horses, of which there were several
+hundred grazing in the valley, with the tinkling of the bells on their
+necks, were the only sounds that at first met my ear; all else was silent.
+Presently I heard a noise as if made by the stealthy tread of a man; then
+a voice, or perhaps the cry of some animal. It was repeated. I heard it in
+the grove, on the hill, then an answering cry on the other side of the
+stream. I knew that Indians in a night-attack make signals by imitating
+the cry of some animal; and the sounds I heard, though like those made by
+wild beasts, seemed to me to be in reality human voices. I drew a pistol
+from my belt, cocked it, and with a hatchet in my other hand, crept out of
+the tent, and lying on the ground, looked cautiously around. The cries
+continued at intervals, and I became more and more satisfied that they
+were human voices. I felt, I _knew_ that the Sioux were about to attack
+us. A thousand thoughts flashed across my mind. I thought of the home of
+my childhood, my far distant kindred; a mother, sisters, brothers.
+Unskilled as I was in Indian warfare, I expected to be slain. I was
+alarmed; frightened perhaps, but not paralyzed. I resolved to fight to the
+last, and if I _must_ die, to fill no coward's grave.
+
+As my eyes became more accustomed to the darkness, I began to distinguish
+objects; and peering beyond our line of tents, I saw on our right, between
+me and the grove, three dark objects like human heads projecting out of
+the grass. While I was observing them, two of them disappeared, and I
+could discern the grass wave as they made their way toward our encampment.
+There was no longer room for doubt. I called to B---- in a whisper; he was
+on his feet and by my side in an instant, a cocked pistol in each hand. I
+directed his attention to what I saw. He looked steadfastly for a moment,
+then raising his eyes to the grove, exclaimed in a whisper, 'The timber is
+full of Indians! I see them advancing from tree to tree; it is time for
+action. I shall fall, but you may be saved; if so, let my friends in
+Kentucky know that I died like a brave man. I will arouse the rest.'
+
+He went to the tent on our left, while I remained watching the approach of
+the enemy. I could see them distinctly as they moved from tree to tree. I
+heard B---- call in a whisper, 'Jamison! Jamison!' Jamison came out of his
+tent but without his arms. B---- told him of our danger, and directed his
+attention to the Indians in the grove. As he spoke Jamison stretched out
+his arms and gave a yawn, remarking, 'These Injuns are mighty unsartin
+critters; there's no knowing about their motions;' crawled into his tent
+again. B---- returned; neither of us spoke. We lay down and drew our
+blankets over us; at length B---- said:
+
+'Harry?'
+
+'What?'
+
+'Hoaxed! by thunder!'
+
+The whole truth, which had been breaking in upon my mind by degrees, now
+flashed upon me, and I raised a shout of laughter. At this instant, poor
+'Doings,' who had been awake from the commencement, but who was so scared
+that he had rolled himself under the eaves of the tent, and contracted
+himself into a space scarcely larger than my arm, and who in his terror
+would have lain still and had his throat cut without wagging a finger in
+defence; this poor, miserable 'Doings' exclaimed 'Haw! haw! haw! I knew it
+all the time; I never see fellows so scared!' This was too bad. However,
+we had our laugh out, discussed plans for vengeance, went to sleep and had
+quiet slumbers for the rest of the night.
+
+The next morning we ascertained that the whole story about the Sioux
+encampment had been fabricated for the purpose of trying our mettle, and
+that all save B----, myself and 'Doings,' were in the secret. The moving
+objects which I had seen in the grass were Indian dogs prowling around for
+food, and the Indians in the timber existed only in our excited
+imaginations.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I may hereafter give an account of the _modus operandi_ of our revenge,
+and of our mode of hunting the buffalo, in which we met with much success;
+and of other matters of interest which fell under my observation during
+the sixty days we spent with this tribe of Indians.
+
+                                                              H. T. H.
+
+
+
+
+LIFE'S YOUNG DREAM.
+
+    'There is no Voice in Nature which says 'Return.''
+
+
+  Those envious threads, what do they here,
+    Amid thy flowing hair?
+  It should be many a summer's day
+    Ere they were planted there:
+  Yet many a day ere thou and Care
+    Had known each other's form,
+  Or thou hadst bent thy youthful head
+    To Sorrow's whelming storm.
+
+  Oh! was it grief that blanched the locks
+    Thus early on thy brow?
+  And does the memory cloud thy heart,
+    And dim thy spirit now?
+  Or are the words upon thy lip
+    An echo from thy heart;
+  And is _that_ gay as are the smiles
+    With which thy full lips part?
+
+  For thou hast lived man's life of thought,
+    While careless youth was thine;
+  Thy boyish lip has passed the jest
+    And sipped the sparkling wine,
+  And mingled in the heartless throng
+    As thoughtlessly as they,
+  Ere yet the days of early youth
+    Had glided swift away.
+
+  They say that Nature wooeth back
+    No wanderer to her arms;
+  Welcomes no prodigal's return
+    Who once hath scorned her charms.
+  And ah! I fear for thee and me,
+    The feelings of our youth
+  Have vanished with the things that were,
+    Amid the wrecks of truth.
+
+  Oh! for the early happy days
+    When hope at least was new!
+  Ere we had dreamed a thousand dreams,
+    And found them all untrue;
+  Ere we had flung our life away
+    On what might not be ours;
+  Found bitter drops in every cup,
+    And thorns on all the flowers.
+
+  Ye who have yet youth's sunny dreams,
+    Oh guard the treasure well,
+  That no rude voice from coming years
+    May break the enchanted spell!
+  No cloud of doubt come o'er your sky
+    To dim its sunny ray,
+  Be careless children, while ye can,
+    Trust on, while yet ye may.
+
+_Albany, January, 1844._                                         A. R.
+
+
+
+
+THE QUOD CORRESPONDENCE.
+
+HARRY HARSON.
+
+
+CHAPTER TWENTY-FIRST.
+
+In the same room from which Craig and Jones had set out on their ill-fated
+errand, and at the hour of noon on the following day, the latter was
+crouching in front of the fire-place, which had been so bright and cheery
+the night before, but which now contained nothing except ashes, and a few
+half-burned stumps, charred and blackened, but entirely extinguished. Over
+these Jones bent, occasionally shivering slightly, and holding his hands
+to them, apparently unconscious that they emitted no heat, and then
+dabbling in the ashes, and muttering to himself. But a few hours had
+elapsed since he had left that room a bold, daring, desperate man; yet in
+that short time a frightful change had come over him. His eyes were
+blood-red; his lips swollen and bloody, and the under one deeply gashed,
+as if he had bitten it through; his cheeks haggard and hollow, his hair
+dishevelled, his dress torn, and almost dragged from his person. But it
+was not in the outward man alone that this alteration had taken place. In
+spirit, as well as in frame, he was crushed. His former iron bearing was
+gone; no energy, no strength left. He seemed but a wreck, shattered and
+beaten down--down to the very dust. At times he mumbled to himself, and
+moaned like one in suffering.  Then again he rose and paced the room with
+long strides, dashing his hand against his forehead, and uttering
+execrations. The next moment he staggered to his seat, buried his face in
+his hands, and sobbed like a child.
+
+'Tim,' said he, in a low broken voice, 'poor old Tim; I killed you, I know
+I did; but blast ye! I loved you, Tim. But it's of no use, now; you're
+dead, and can never know how much poor Bill Jones cared for you. No, no;
+you never can, Tim. We were boys together, and now I'm alone; no one
+left--no one, _no_ one!'
+
+In the very phrenzy of grief, that succeeded these words, he flung himself
+upon the floor, dashing his head and hands against it, and rolling and
+writhing like one in mortal pain. This outbreak of passion was followed by
+a kind of stupor; and crawling to his seat, he remained there, like one
+stunned and bereft of strength. Stolid, scarcely breathing, and but for
+the twitching of his fingers, motionless as stone; with his eyes fixed on
+the blank wall, he sat as silent as one dead; but with a heart on fire,
+burning with a remorse never to be quenched; with a soul hurrying and
+darting to and fro in its mortal tenement, to escape the lashings of
+conscience. Struggle on! struggle on! There is no escape, until that
+strong heart is eaten away by a disease for which there is no cure; until
+that iron frame, worn down by suffering, has become food for the worm, and
+that spirit and its persecutor stand before their final judge, in the
+relations of criminal and accuser.
+
+A heavy step announced that some one was ascending the stairs. Jones moved
+not. A loud knock at the door followed. Still he did not stir. The door
+was then flung open, in no very gentle manner, for it struck the wall
+behind it with a noise that made the room echo: but a cannon might have
+been fired there, and Jones would not have heard it.
+
+The person however who had thus unceremoniously opened the way to his
+entrance, seemed perfectly indifferent whether his proceedings were
+agreeable or otherwise. His first movement on entering the room was to
+shut the door after him and lock it; his next was to look about it to see
+whether it contained any other than the person of Jones. Having satisfied
+himself on that score, he walked rapidly up to him and tapped him on the
+shoulder.
+
+Jones looked listlessly up at him, and then turning away, dabbled in the
+ashes, without uttering a word.
+
+'Hello! Bill Jones,' said the stranger, after waiting a moment or two in
+evident surprise, 'what ails you?'
+
+The man made no reply.
+
+'Are you sulky?' demanded the other; 'Well, follow your own humor; but
+answer me one question: where's Craig?'
+
+Jones shuddered; and his hand shook violently. Rising up, half tottering,
+he turned and stood face to face with his visiter.
+
+'Good day to ye, Mr. Grosket,' said he, with a ghastly smile, and
+extending his hand to him. 'Good day to ye. It's a bright day, on the
+heels of such a night as the last was.'
+
+'Good God! what ails you, man?' exclaimed Grosket, recoiling before the
+wild figure which confronted him; and then taking his hand, he said: 'Your
+hand is hot as fire, your eyes blood-shot, and your face covered with
+blood. What have you been at? What ails you?'
+
+Jones passed his hand feebly across his forehead, and then replied: 'I'm
+sick at heart!'
+
+He turned from Grosket, and again crouched upon the hearth, mumbling over
+his last words, 'Sick at heart! sick at heart!'--nor did he appear to
+recollect Grosket's question respecting Craig. If he did, he did not
+answer it, but with his arms locked over his knees, he rocked to and fro,
+like one in great pain.
+
+'Are you ill, man, or are you drunk?' demanded Grosket, pressing heavily
+on his shoulder. 'Speak out, I say: what ails you? If you don't find your
+tongue, I'll find it for you.'
+
+Jones, thus addressed, made an effort to rally, and partially succeeded;
+for after a moment he suddenly rose up erect, and in a clear, bold voice,
+replied:
+
+'I'm not drunk, Mr. Grosket, but I _am_ ill; God knows what's the matter
+with me. Look at me!' he continued, stepping to where the light was
+strongest; 'Look at me well. Wouldn't you think I'd been on my back for
+months?'
+
+'You look ill enough;' was the blunt reply.
+
+'Well, then, what do you want?' demanded Jones, in a peevish tone; 'why do
+you trouble me? I can't bear it. Go away; go away.'
+
+'I will, when you've answered my question. Where's Craig?'
+
+'I don't know. He was here last night; but he went out, and hasn't been
+here since.'
+
+'Where did he go?'
+
+Jones shook his head: 'He didn't say.'
+
+'Was he alone?'
+
+'No,' replied the other, evidently wincing under these questions; 'No;
+there was a man with him, nigh about my size. He went with him. That's all
+I know about either of them. There, there; get through with your
+questions. They turn my head,' said he, in an irritable tone.
+
+'Why did he take a stranger?' demanded Grosket, without paying the least
+attention to his manner. 'You forget that I know you and he generally hunt
+in couples.'
+
+It might have been the cold of the room striking through to his very bones
+that had so powerful an effect on Jones, but he shook from head to foot,
+as he answered:
+
+'Look at me! God! would you have a man out in such a night as that was,
+when he's almost ready for his winding-sheet?'
+
+Grosket's only reply was to ask another question.
+
+'What was the name of the man who went with him?'
+
+'I don't know.'
+
+'What did they go to do?'
+
+Jones hesitated, as if in doubt what answer to make, and then, as if
+adopting an open course, he said: 'I've know'd you a good while, Mr.
+Grosket, and you won't blab, if I tell you what I suspect, will ye? It's
+only guess-work, after all. Promise me that; I know your word is good.'
+
+Grosket paused a moment before he made the promise; and then said: 'Well,
+I'll keep what you tell me to myself. Now then.'
+
+'It was a house-breaking business,' said Jones, sinking his voice. 'They
+took pistols with them; and I heard Tim tell the other one to take the
+crow-bar and the glim. That's all I know. I was too much down to listen.
+There; go away now. I've talked till my head is almost split. Talking
+drives me mad. Go away.'
+
+Grosket stood perfectly still in deep thought. The story might be true;
+for the city was ringing with the news of the burglary, and of the death
+of one of the burglars by the hands of his comrade. It was rumored too,
+that the dead man had been identified by some of the officers of the
+police, and that his name was Craig. It was this, taken in connection with
+the facts that the attempt had been made on Harson's house; that an effort
+had been made to carry off a child who lived with him, and of its being
+known to Grosket that Rust had often employed these two men in matters
+requiring great energy and few scruples, that had induced him thus early
+to visit their haunt, to ascertain the truth of his suspicions; and to
+endeavor, if possible, to ferret out the plans of their employer. The
+replies of Jones, short and abrupt as they were, convinced him that his
+suspicions respecting Craig were correct; but who could the other man be?
+
+Engrossed with his own thoughts, he appeared to forget where he was and
+who was present; for he commenced walking up and down the room; then
+stopped; folded his arms, and talked to himself in low, broken sentences.
+Again he walked to the far end of the room and stopped there.
+
+Jones, in the mean time, to avoid farther questioning, seated himself; and
+leaning his elbows on his knees, hid his face in his hand. He was
+disturbed, however, by feeling himself shaken roughly by the shoulder.
+'What you've just been telling me, is a lie!' said Grosket, sternly. 'You
+should know me well enough not to run the risk of trifling with me. I want
+the truth and nothing else. Where were _you_ last night?'
+
+Jones looked up at him and then answered in a sullen tone: 'I've told you
+once; I was here.'
+
+Grosket went to a dark corner of the room and brought back Jones'
+great-coat, completely saturated with water. 'This room scarcely leaks
+enough to do that,' said he, throwing it on the floor in front of Jones.
+'Ha! what's that in the pocket?'
+
+He thrust in his hand and drew out a pistol. The hammer was down, the cap
+exploded, and the inside of the muzzle blackened by burnt powder.
+
+'Fired off!' said he. 'You told the truth. The man who went with Craig
+_did_ look like you. I know the rest. Tim Craig is dead, and you shot
+him.'
+
+An expression of strange meaning crossed the face of the burglar as he
+returned the steady look of his visiter without making any reply. But
+Grosket was not yet done with him; for he said in a slow, savage tone:
+'Now mark me well. If you lie in what you tell me, I'll hang you. Who
+employed you to do this job?'
+
+Jones eyed him for a moment, and then turned away impatiently and said, 'I
+don't know what you're talking about. Don't worry me. I'm sick and half
+crazy. Get away, will ye!'
+
+'_This_ to me! to _me!_' exclaimed the other, stepping back, his eyes
+flashing fire; 'you forget yourself.'
+
+Jones rose up, his red hair hanging like ropes about his face, and his
+bloodshot eyes and disfigured features giving him the look rather of a
+wild beast than of a man. Shaking his finger at Grosket, he said, 'Keep
+away from me to day, I say. There's an evil spell over me. Come to-morrow,
+but don't push me to-day, or God knows what you may drive me to do. There,
+there--go.'
+
+Still Grosket stirred not, but with a curling lip and an eye as bright as
+his own, and voice so fearfully quiet and yet stern that at another time
+it might have quelled even the strong spirit of the robber, he said 'Enoch
+Grosket never goes until his object is attained.'
+
+'Then you won't go?' demanded Jones.
+
+'No!'
+
+Jones made a hasty step toward him, with his teeth set and his eyes
+burning like coals of fire; but whatever may have been his purpose, and
+from the expression of his face, there was little doubt but that it was a
+hostile one, he was diverted from it by hearing a hand on the latch of the
+door and a voice from without demanding admittance.
+
+'It is Rust,' exclaimed Grosket, in a sharp whisper. He touched the
+burglar on the shoulder and said in the same tone, 'I'm going in _there_.'
+He pointed to a closet in a dark part of the room, nearly concealed by the
+wainscotting.  Let him in, and betray me if you dare!'
+
+'You seem to know our holes well,' muttered Jones. 'You've been here
+afore.' Grosket made no reply, but hurried across the room and secreted
+himself in the closet, which evidently had been constructed as a place of
+concealment, either for the tenants of the room themselves, or for
+whatever else it might not suit their fancy to have too closely examined.
+
+Jones stared after him, apparently forgetting the applicant for admission,
+until a renewed and very violent knocking recalled his attention to it. He
+then went to the door, drew back the bolt, and walked to his seat, without
+even glancing to see who came in, or whom the person was who followed so
+closely at his heels. Nor did he look around until he felt his arm roughly
+grasped, and a sharp stern voice hissing in his ear:
+
+'So, so! a fine night's work you've made of it. Tim Craig is dead and the
+whole city is already ringing with the news; and _you_, you're a
+murderer!'
+
+Jones started from his seat with the sudden spasmodic bound of one who has
+received a mortal thrust. He stared wildly at the sharp thin face which
+had almost touched his, and then sat down and said:
+
+'Don't talk to me so, Mr. Rust; I can't bear it.'
+
+'Ho, ho! your conscience is tender, is it? It has a raw spot that won't
+bear handling, has it? We'll see to that. But to business,' said he, his
+face becoming white with rage; his black eyes blazing, and his voice
+losing its smoothness and quivering as he spoke.
+
+'I've come here to fulfil my agreement; you were to get that child for me
+to-day; I've come for her; where is she?'
+
+Jones looked at him with an expression of impatience mingled with
+contempt, but made him no answer.
+
+'Tim Craig was to have gone to that house; he was to have carried her off;
+he was to have her here, _here_, HERE!' said he, in the same fierce tone.
+'Why hasn't he done it?'
+
+'Because he's dead,' said Jones savagely.
+
+'I'm glad of it! I'm glad of it!' exclaimed Rust. 'He deserved it. The
+coward! _Let_ him die.'
+
+'Tim Craig was no coward,' replied Jones, in a tone which, had Rust been
+less excited, would have warned him to desist.
+
+'Ha!' exclaimed Rust, scanning him from head to foot, as if surprised at
+his daring to contradict him, 'Would you gainsay me?'
+
+Jones returned his look without flinching, his teeth firmly set and
+grating together. At last he said:
+
+'I _do_ gainsay you; and I _do_ say, whoever calls Tim Craig a coward
+lies!'
+
+'_This_, and from _you_!' exclaimed Rust, shaking his thin finger in his
+very face; '_this_ from you; _you_, a house-breaker, a thief, and last
+night the murderer of your comrade. Ho! ho! it makes me laugh! Fool! How
+many lives have you? One word of mine could hang you.'
+
+'_You'll_ never hang _me_,' replied Jones, in the same low, savage tone.
+'I wish you had, before that cursed job of yours made me put a bullet in
+poor Tim. I wish you had; but it is too late. You wont _now_.'
+
+Words cannot describe the fury of Michael Rust at seeing himself thus
+bearded by one whom he had been used to see truckle to him, whom he
+considered the mere tool of Craig, and whom he had never thought it worth
+while even to consult in their previous interviews.
+
+'Wont I? _wont_ I? Look to yourself,' muttered he, shaking his finger at
+him with a slow, cautioning gesture, 'Look to yourself.'
+
+'You're right, I _will_; I say I _will_,' exclaimed Jones, leaping up and
+confronting him. 'I say I _will_; and now I do!' He grasped him by the
+throat and shook him as if he had been a child.
+
+'I might as well kill him at once,' muttered he, without heeding the
+struggles of Rust. 'It's _him_ or _me_; yes, yes, I'll do it.'
+
+Coming to this fatal conclusion, he flung Rust back on the floor and
+leaped upon him. At this moment, however, the door of the closet was
+thrown open, and Grosket, whom he had entirely forgotten, sprang suddenly
+out:
+
+'Come, come, this wont do!' said he; 'no murder!'
+
+Jones made no effort to resist the jerk at his arm with which Grosket
+accompanied his words, but quietly rose, and said:
+
+'Well, he drove me to it. He may thank _you_ for his life, not _me_.'
+
+Relieved from his antagonist, Rust recovered his feet, and turning to
+Grosket said, in a sneering tone:
+
+'Michael Rust thanks Enoch for having used his influence with his friend,
+to prevent the commission of a crime which might have made both Enoch and
+his crony familiar with a gallows. A select circle of acquaintance friend
+Enoch has.'
+
+Grosket, quietly, pointed to the closet and said:
+
+'You forget that I have been there ever since you came in the room; and
+have overheard every thing that passed between you and _my_ friend.'
+
+Rust bit his lip.
+
+'Don't let it annoy you,' continued he, 'for the most of what I heard I
+knew before. I have had my eye on you from the time we parted. With all
+your benevolent schemes respecting myself I am perfectly familiar. The
+debt which you bought up to arrest me on; your attempt to have me indicted
+on a false charge of felony; the quiet hint dropped in another quarter,
+that if I should be found with my throat cut, or a bullet in my head, you
+wouldn't break your heart; I knew them all; but I did not avail myself of
+the law. Shall I tell you why, Michael Rust? Because I had a revenge
+sweeter than the law could give.'
+
+'Friend Enoch is welcome to it when he gets it,' replied Rust, in a soft
+tone. 'But the day when it will come is far off.'
+
+'The day is at hand,' replied Grosket. 'It is here: it is now. Not for a
+mine of gold would I forego what I now know; not for any thing that is
+dear in the world's eyes, would I spare you one pang that I can now
+inflict.'
+
+Rust smiled incredulously, but made no reply.
+
+'Your schemes are frustrated,' continued Grosket. 'The children are both
+found; their parentage known; _your_ name blasted. The brother who
+fostered you, and loaded you with kindness will have his eyes opened to
+your true character; and you will be a felon, amenable to the penalty of
+the law, whenever any man shall think fit to call it down upon your head.
+But this is nothing to what is in store for you.'
+
+'Well,' said Rust, with the same quiet smile; 'please to enumerate what
+other little kindnesses you have in store for me.'
+
+'I will,' replied Grosket. '_I_ was once a happy man. I had a wife and
+daughter, whom I loved. My wife is dead; what became of my child? I say,'
+exclaimed he bitterly, 'what became of my child?'
+
+'Young women will forget themselves sometimes,' said Rust, his thin lip
+curling. 'She became a harlot--only a harlot.'
+
+Grosket grew deadly pale, and his voice became less clear, as he answered:
+
+'You're right--you're right! why shrink from the word. It's a harsh one;
+but it's God's truth; she _did_--and she died.'
+
+'That's frank,' said Rust, 'quite frank. I am a straight-forward man, and
+always speak the truth. I'm glad to see that friend Enoch can bear it like
+a Christian.'
+
+A loud, taunting laugh broke from Grosket; and then he said:
+
+'Thus much for _me_; now for yourself, Michael Rust. _You_ once had a
+wife.'
+
+Rust's calm sneer disappeared in an instant, and he seemed absolutely to
+wither before the keen flashing eye which was fixed steadfastly on his.
+
+'She lived with you two years; and then she became--shall I tell you
+what?'
+
+Rust's lips moved, but no sound came from them. Grosket bent his lips to
+his ear, and whispered in it. Rust neither moved nor spoke. He seemed
+paralyzed.
+
+'But she died,' continued Grosket, 'and she left a child--a daughter;
+_mine_ was a daughter too.'
+
+Rust started from a state of actual torpor; every energy, every faculty,
+every feeling leaping into life.
+
+'That daughter is now alive,' continued Grosket, speaking slowly, that
+every word might tell with tenfold force. 'That daughter now is, what you
+drove my child to be, a harlot.'
+
+'It's false as hell!' shouted Rust, in a tone that made the room ring.
+'It's false!'
+
+'It's true. I can prove it; prove it, clear as the noon-day,' returned
+Grosket, with a loud, exulting laugh.
+
+'Oh! Enoch! oh, Enoch!' said Rust, in a broken, supplicating tone, 'tell
+me that it's false, and I'll bless you! Crush me, blight me, do what you
+will, only tell me that my own loved child is pure from spot or stain!
+Tell me so, I beseech you; _I_, Michael Rust, who never begged a boon
+before--_I_ beseech you.'
+
+He fell on his knees in front of Grosket, and clasping his hands together,
+raised them toward him.
+
+'I cannot,' replied Grosket, coldly, 'for it's as true as there is a
+heaven above us!'
+
+Rust made an effort to speak; his fingers worked convulsively, and he fell
+prostrate on the floor.
+
+
+
+
+THE SACRIFICE.
+
+    'One day during the bloody executions which took place at Lyons, a
+    young girl rushed into the hall where the revolutionary tribunal
+    was held, and throwing herself at the feet of the judges, said:
+    'There remain to me of all my family only my brothers! Mother,
+    father, sister--you have butchered all; and now you are going to
+    condemn my brothers. Oh! in mercy ordain that I may ascend the
+    scaffold with them!' Her prayer was refused, and she threw herself
+    into the Rhone and perished.'
+
+                                                             DU BROCA.
+
+
+  The judges have met in the council-hall,
+  A strange and a motley pageant, all:
+  What seek they? to win for their land a name
+  The brightest and best in the lists of fame?
+  The light of Mercy's all-hallowed ray
+  To look with grief on the culprit's way?
+  Nay! watch the smile and the flushing brow,
+  And in that crowd what read ye now?
+  The daring spirit and purpose high,
+  The fiery glance of the eagle eye
+  That marked the Roman's haughty pride,
+  In the days of yore by the Tiber's side?
+  The stern resolve of the patriot's breast,
+  When the warrior's zeal has sunk to rest?
+  No! Mercy has fled from the hardened heart,
+  And Justice and Truth in her steps depart,
+  And the fires of hell rage fierce and warm
+  Mid the fitful strife of the spirit's storm.
+
+  But a wail is borne on the troubled air:
+  What victim comes those frowns to dare?
+  'Tis woman's form and woman's eye,
+  That Time hath passed full lightly by;
+  The limner's art in vain might trace
+  The glorious beauty and winning grace
+  Of that fair girl; youth's sunny day
+  Flings its radiance over life's changing way:
+  Why has she left her princely home,
+  Why to that hall a suppliant come?
+  Her heart is sad with a deepening gloom,
+  For Hope has found in her heart a tomb.
+  With quiv'ring lip, and eye whose light
+  Is faint as the moon in a cloudy night,
+  And with cheek as pale as the crimson glow
+  That the sunset casts on the spotless snow;
+  Nerved with the strength of wild despair,
+  Low at their feet she pours her prayer:
+
+    'My home! my home! is desolate,
+      For ye have slain them all,
+    And cast upon the light of Love
+      Death's cold and fearful pall.
+    We knelt in agony to save
+      My father's silver hair,
+    Ye would not mark the bitter tears,
+      Nor list the frantic prayer!
+
+    'And then ye took my mother too:
+      Ye must remember now
+    The words that lingered on her lip,
+      The grief upon her brow;
+    My sister wept in bitter wo--
+      Her dark and earnest eyes
+    Asked for the mercy ye will seek
+      In vain in yonder skies!
+
+    'But your hearts were like the flinty rock,
+      And cold as ocean's foam;
+    You tore them from my clasping arms,
+      And bore them from our home:
+    And now my brothers ye will slay!
+      But they are proud and high,
+    And come with spirits brave and true,
+      Your tortures to defy.
+
+    'I will not ask from you their lives,
+      I will not seek to roll
+    The clouds of midnight from your hearts;
+      Ye cannot touch the soul!
+    But grant my prayer, and I will pray
+      For you in yonder sky;
+    Oh, GOD! I ask a little thing--
+      I ask with them to die!'
+
+  But the burning words fell cold and lone,
+  As the sun's warm rays on a marble stone;
+  Life was a curse too bitter and wild
+  For the broken heart of Earth's weary child;
+  And the stricken one found a self-sought grave
+  'Neath the crystal light of the foaming wave.
+
+_Shelter-Island._                                       MARY GARDINER.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH BED.
+
+A STRAY LEAF FROM THE PORT-FOLIO OF A 'COUNTRY DOCTOR.'
+
+BY F. W. SHELTON.
+
+
+'Bury me in the valley, beneath the willows where I have watched the
+rippling waves, among the scenes of beauty which I loved so well, oh! my
+friend!' exclaimed the dying youth; and as he grasped my hand his lips
+moved tremblingly, tears gushed upon his wan cheeks, and an expression of
+very sadness stole upon him. His looks were lingering; such as one flings
+back upon some paradise of beauty which he leaves forever; some home which
+childhood has endeared to him, and affection has filled with the loves and
+graces. Pity touched my soul as I regarded silently that beaming
+countenance, alas! so shrunken from the swelling, undulating lines of his
+hilarious health; a pity such as one feels whose hopes are too
+inexplicably bound up with another's, who shares his very being, and who
+knows by all the sympathies of a brother's bosom that the other's
+heart-strings are snapping. _Animae dimidium meae!_--beautiful expression of
+the poet, comprehended less while life unites, than when death severs. It
+is only when gazing on the seal which has been set, we inquire 'Where is
+the spirit?' and struggle in vain to understand that great difference;
+when the smiles which shed their sunshine have rapidly vanished, and the
+voice we loved has died away like the music of a harp; when that which was
+light, joy, wit, eloquence, has departed with the latest breath; when, in
+short, we are awakened from our revery by the clods falling on the coffin,
+and the mourners moving away; it is then that the soul, diminished of its
+essence, flits away with a strange sense to its unjoyous abode, as a bird
+would return to its lonely nest.
+
+There never existed one who more lived and moved, and had his spiritual
+being in the affections; a sensitive nature wooed into life by the
+kindness of the faintest breath, but killingly crushed by the footsteps of
+the thoughtless or the cruel. For such a one, life is well deserving of
+the epithet applied to it by the poet Virgil: _dulcis vita_, sweet life.
+It is not a vulgar sensuality, a Lethean torpor; the triumph of the
+grosser nature over the eternal principle within. It is already a
+separation of the carnal from the spiritual; a refinement of fierce
+passions; a present divorce from a close and clinging alliance; a
+foretaste of the waters of life; in short, the very essence and devotion
+of a pure religion. Would it seem strangely inconsistent that a being of
+so sweet a character as I shall describe him, my poor young friend
+declared, with a gush of the bitterest tears, that he _could_ not go into
+the dark valley, for he loved life with an inconceivable, passionate love?
+His was the very agony and pathos of the dying Hoffman, when almost with
+his latest breath, he alluded to 'the sweet habitude of being.' But it was
+only, thanks be to GOD! a short defection, a momentary clouding of that
+bright faith which was destined soon to see beyond the vale. His tears
+ceased to flow, glistened a moment, and then passed away as if they had
+been wiped by some gentle hand.
+
+He leaned upon a soft couch, so very pale and haggard that his hour seemed
+very near. Costly books strewed his table; pictures and many exquisite
+things were scattered about with lavish hand; for wealth administered to
+refined luxury, and affection crowned him with blessings which gold can
+never buy. A mother hid from him her bitter tears, and spoke the words of
+cheerfulness; sisters pressed around him with the poignant grief an only
+brother can inspire; a beautiful betrothed betokened to him in
+irrepressible tears her depth and purity of love. Letters came to him
+hurried on the wings of friendship, and impressed on all their seals with
+sentiments which awakened hope. Youth and beauty hovered around him with
+their unintermitted care, and Age sent up its fervent prayers to heaven.
+Oh! who but the ungrateful would not love a life so filled with
+blandishments and crowned with blessings? Who could see all these receding
+without a sigh, or feel the pressure of that kiss of love as pure as if it
+had its origin in Heaven? But with the finest organization of intellectual
+mind, he had been accustomed to look at all things in the light of poetry.
+For one so constituted the pleasures which are in store are as
+inexhaustible as the works or mercies of his God. Not an hour which did
+not present some new phase of undiscovered beauty. He revelled in the
+beams of the morning; the rising sun was never a common object, nor its
+grandeur ever lost upon a soul so conscious of the sublime. For all beauty
+in nature he found a correspondent passion in the soul; and intoxicated
+alike with the music of birds or the perfume of flowers, found no
+weariness in a life whose current was like the living spring, pure,
+perennial and delightful.
+
+To be so susceptible of pleasure, I would be willing to encounter all the
+keenness of pangs suffered by such natures. For such, the rational
+delights of a year are crowded into a day, an hour; and the ignorant
+reader of their obituary sighs mournfully, computing their lives by a
+false reckoning. Yet after all, we have been disposed to regard the death
+of the young as something unnatural; the violent rending asunder of soul
+and body; the penalty enacted of a life artificial in its modes and
+repugnant to nature. As Cicero has beautifully expressed it, it is like
+the sudden quenching of a bright flame; but the death of the virtuous Old
+is as expected, as free from terror as the sunset; it is the coming of a
+gentle sleep after a long and weary day.
+
+Travers was in the very gush and spring-tide of his youth; yet crowned as
+he was with blessings, and every attribute for their most perfect
+enjoyment, the true secret of his too fond desire to live, was that _he
+loved_:
+
+                       'He loved but one,
+  And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his.'
+
+In her the poetry of his life centred; and as a river is swollen by divers
+rills, and tributary streams, so all the thoughts and passions of his soul
+hurried with a pure and rapid tide to mingle and be lost in one. But
+illness, and the long looking at death, and above all, the Christian's
+hope, enable us one by one to break off the dearest ties, and to renounce
+whatever we most love on earth. And so my young friend in good time
+emerged from the cloud which obscured his prospects, and saw clearly
+beyond the vale. It is not long since, being well assured that his fate
+was inevitable, he expressed a desire, which he carried into execution, to
+visit once more his well-loved haunts, and take a solemn farewell of them
+all. As one grasps the hand of a friend at parting, he looked his last at
+things which were inanimate. He rambled in the deep, dark groves whither
+he had so often gone in health, to enjoy their Gothic grandeur, to breathe
+the spirit of the religion they inspire, or to murmur in their deepest
+shades the accents of his pure and passionate love. He inscribed his name
+for the last time upon the smooth bark of a tree; then leaving them
+forever, as he emerged into the gay meadows, he turned to me with tears
+and said:
+
+  'Ye woods, and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
+  Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth
+  The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart!'
+
+He clambered the steep hill-side, and sinking exhausted beneath a smitten
+tree, enjoyed the picturesqueness of the scene; the meadows, the streams,
+the pasture-grounds, the dappled herds, the sereneness of the summer
+skies, cleft by the wing of the musical lark, in all their purity of blue.
+He sat beside the sea-shore, and watched the big billows breaking and
+bursting at his feet; and as he looked where the waters and the sky met
+together in the far horizon, he exclaimed, 'Now indeed do I long to fly
+away!' Then he returned to his pillow, never to go forth again. 'I shall
+die,' he said, 'when the season is in its prime and glory; when the fields
+are green and the trees leafy; and the sunlight shall shimmer down through
+the branches where the birds sing over my grave.' Then casting a look at
+his books, where they stood neatly arranged on the well-filled shelves, he
+lamented that he had not time to garner half the stores of a beautiful
+literature; to satisfy his perpetual thirst; to drink to the full at the
+'pure wells of English undefiled.' There were the Greek poets, whom he
+would have more intimately cherished, (he had been lately absorbed in the
+sublimity of the 'Prometheus Vinctus;') there was the great master and
+anatomizer of the human heart, who knew how to detail the springs of
+action common to all ages, the paragon of that deep learning which is not
+derived from books, but gleaned by his genius from all nature with a rare
+intuition, and with an incomprehensible power of research. In him what
+mines of instruction, what sources of undiscovered delight, what
+philosophy yet to be grappled with, to be laid to the heart! Charles Lamb
+has with a quaint melancholy depicted the pain of parting from his books,
+and from the indefinable delights laid up in each dear folio. Yet after
+all, what is the literature of one age but the reproduction, the
+remoulding, the condensation of the literature of another; the loss and
+destruction of its waste ore, but the re-setting of its gems, and the
+renewed investiture of all its beauties. There is no glowing thought, no
+exquisite conception, no sublime and beautiful idea, which is not
+imperishable as the mind itself, and which shall not be carried on from
+age to age, or if destroyed or lost upon the written page, revived by some
+happy coincidence of intellectual being, and perpetuated and enjoyed, here
+or hereafter, wherever mind exists. A communion like this will be a
+communion of spirits. A finer organization, expanded faculties shall
+rapidly consume the past; but oh, the future! what glories are to be
+crowded into its immensity? How shall knowledge be commensurate with the
+stars, or wander over the universe? Now bring me the written Revelation,
+the written word. It clasps within its volume all excellencies, all
+sublimities of speech; secrets which could not be developed by reason, nor
+found in the arcana of human wisdom. Henceforth this shall be my only
+companion, and its promises shall light my passage over the grave.'
+
+I marked the lustrous beaming of his eye, and from that time he looked at
+all things on the 'bright side.' His very love could think upon its object
+without a tear, and look forward to a pure and eternal re-union. At last
+the hour of dissolution came. I knew it by its unerring symptoms; yet
+still I listened to his passionate, poetic converse. It was for the last
+time; I was in the chamber of death. What observer can mistake it; the
+darkened windows, the stillness, the grouping, the subdued sobs, the awful
+watchfulness for the identical moment when a lovely and intellectual
+spirit breaks its bonds, as if the strained vision could detect the
+spiritual essence. What a heart-sickness comes over those who love! What a
+change in the appearance of all things! The very sun-light is
+disagreeable, the very skies a mockery; the very roses unlovely. We look
+out of the casement, and see the external face of nature still the same;
+how heartless, how destitute of sympathy, now appears the whole world
+without, with the home, that inner world! How can those birds sing so
+sweetly on the branches; how can the flowers bloom as brightly as ever;
+how can those children play so gleefully; how can yon group laugh with
+such unconcern! He is an only son. Though wan, and wasted in all his
+lineaments, his pure brow, his gentle expression, tell that he was worthy
+to be loved. Can no human power restore him to the arms of a fond mother?
+It is in vain! The spirit flutters upon his lips; it has departed. But it
+has left behind it a token; a clear, bright impress; a smile of
+undissembled love and purity; an expression beaming with the last
+unutterable peace; the graces which were so winning upon earth, but which
+shall attain their perfection in heaven.
+
+
+
+
+FREEDOM'S BEACON.
+
+    'To-day, to-day it speaks to us! Its future auditories will be the
+    generations of men, as they rise up before it and gather round it'
+
+                                                              WEBSTER.
+
+
+  'To-day it speaks to us!'
+    Of 'the times that tried men's souls,'
+  When hostile ships rode where yon bay
+    Its deep blue waters rolls:
+  When the war-cloud dark was lowering
+    Portentous o'er the land;
+  When the vassal troops of Britain came
+    With bayonet, sword and brand.
+
+  'To-day it speaks to us!'
+    Of brave deeds nobly done,
+  When patriot hearts beat high with hope,
+    Ere Freedom's cause was won:
+  Of the conflict fierce, where fell
+    New-England's valiant men,
+  Who waved their country's banner high,
+    Though warm blood dyed it then!
+
+  And will its voice be still
+    When the thousands of to-day,
+  Who have come like pilgrim-worshippers,
+    From earth shall pass away?
+  Oh no! 'the potent orator'
+    To future times shall tell
+  Where PRESCOTT, BROOKS, and PUTNAM fought,
+    Where gallant WARREN fell.
+
+  'Twill speak of these, and others--
+    Of brave men, born and nurst
+  In stormy times, on Danger's lap.
+    Who dared Oppression's worst:
+  Of Vernon's chief, and he who came
+    Across the Atlantic flood,
+  To offer to the patriot's GOD
+    A sacrifice of blood.
+
+  Long as the 'Bay State' cherishes
+    One thought of sainted sires,
+  Long as the day-god greets her cliffs,
+    Or gilds her domes and spires;
+  Long as her granite hills remain
+    Firm fixed, so long shall be
+  Yon Monument on Bunker's height
+    A beacon for the free!
+
+
+
+
+A WINTER TRIP TO TRENTON FALLS.
+
+IN THREE SCENES.
+
+
+SCENE FIRST.
+
+Morning; eight on the clock. BILLING'S HOTEL, Trenton. Outside, a clear
+bright sun glancing down through an atmosphere sparkling with frost, upon
+as fine a road for a sleigh-ride as ever tempted green-mountain boys and
+girls for a moonlight flit. Inside, a well-furnished breakfast-table,
+beef-steak, coffee, toast, etc., etc. On the one side of it your
+correspondent; serious, as if he considered breakfast a thing to be
+attended to. He is somewhat, as the lady on the other side of the table
+says, _somewhat_ in the 'sear leaf,' by which name indeed she is pleased
+to call him; but there is enough of spring in her, to suffice for all
+deficiencies in him. Like the morning, she is a _little_ icy, but
+sunshiny, sparkling, exhilarating, thoughtful, youthful--and decided. She
+takes no marked interest in the breakfast.
+
+'Sear leaf!' Madam, say on.
+
+'I wish to go to the Falls.'
+
+'To what!'
+
+'To the Falls--to Trenton Falls.'
+
+He drops his knife and fork. 'Whew! what! in winter?--in the snow?--on the
+ice?'
+
+'Certainly; that is just the season.'
+
+'Crazy! You were there in the summer----'
+
+'I know it; every one goes there in summer. I must see them now. There's
+no time like it; in their drapery of snow and ice; in the sternness and
+solitude, the wild grandeur of winter!'
+
+'How you run on! You'll miss the cars at Utica.'
+
+'I don't care.'
+
+'You'll be a day later in New-York.'
+
+'I don't care. I must see them in their hoary head.'
+
+'You wish to see if they look as well in gray hairs as I do, perhaps.'
+
+'Yes.'
+
+'You really must go?'
+
+'Yes.'
+
+'You are a very imperious young lady; and allow me to say, that although
+some young gentlemen----'
+
+Lady, interrupting him: 'Shall I ring the bell?' She rings it. Enter
+landlord. She orders the horse and cutter.
+
+
+SCENE SECOND.
+
+Enter landlord: 'All ready, Sir.'
+
+'Will you allow me to ask if your feet are warmly clad, Madam?'
+
+'I am ready for the ascent of Mont Blanc, or a ramble with a hunter upon
+the shore of Hudson's Bay.'
+
+'Very well; now for the cutter.'
+
+'Landlord, just step round, if you please, and put that buffalo-robe a
+little more closely about the lady. Hold fast, hostler! That horse likes
+any thing better than standing still.'
+
+'Ay, ay, Sir.'
+
+'Now we are ready. Let go! Away we dash; 'on for the Falls!' Gently, my
+good horse, gently round this corner; now 'go ahead!' How do you like my
+steed, Madam?'
+
+'A rein-deer could not transact this little business better.'
+
+'Is not this a glorious morning?'
+
+'Vivifying to the utmost! How far we fail of becoming acquainted with the
+face of nature, when we only come to look upon it in summer! It is as if
+one should only look upon the human face in the hues of youth, and never
+upon the gray head; on the brow where high thoughts have left their
+impress; on the face which deeper and sterner knowledge, research,
+patience, have made eloquent, while stealing away the rose. As for me,
+though I am but a girl, I like to see sometimes an old man; one who in the
+trial-hour of life has kept his integrity; and when the snows of age fall
+on him, he gently bends beneath their weight, like those old cedars yonder
+by the way-side, beneath their weight of snow. Wherever the eye can pierce
+their white vesture, all is still deep spring-green beneath; unchanged at
+heart--strong and true. So I like to look on you, Sere Leaf.'
+
+'Thank you! You have a gift at compliments.'
+
+'Summer reminds one of feeling and Lalla Rookh; Winter; of intellect and
+Paradise Lost.'
+
+'How your voice rings in this clear air! Do you know what Dean Swift says
+a sleigh-ride is like? 'Sitting in the draft of a door with your feet in a
+pail of cold water!''
+
+'Abominable! libellous! Exhilaration and comfort are so blended in me
+that---- But is not that the house?'
+
+'Ay; here we are! Smoke from the chimney; some one is there to welcome us,
+no doubt. Gently, my Bucephalus, through this gate! There comes the
+landlord. Treat my horse well, if you please; we are going to the Falls.'
+
+
+SCENE THIRD.
+
+'Madam, are you ready for the woods?'
+
+'Quite. How still the air is! Why don't you thank me for insisting on
+coming? You have no gratitude. There's not two inches of snow on the
+ground. It all seems piled upon these grand old trees. There! see that
+tuft of it falling and now spreading into a cloud of spangles in the
+sun-light which streams down by those old pines. Hark! the roar of waters!
+The sound seems to find new echoes in these snow-laden boughs, and lingers
+as if loth to depart.'
+
+'This way, Madam; the trees are bent too low over the path to allow a
+passage there. We are near the bank which overlooks the first fall. Take
+my arm; the brink may be icy. Lo! the abyss!'
+
+'Magnificent! What a rush of waters! How the swollen stream foams and
+rages!'
+
+'And see! the pathway under the shelving rock where we passed in summer is
+completely colonnaded by a row of tall ice pillars; gigantic,
+symmetrical--fluted, even. What Corinthian shaft ever equalled them! What
+capital ever rivalled the delicacy or grace of those ice-and-hemlock
+wreaths about their summits!'
+
+'And see those pines, rank above rank, higher and higher; stately and
+still and snow-robed like tall centinels! Perhaps, Sear Leaf, the Old
+Guard might have stood thus in the Russian snows over NAPOLEON, when he
+bivouacked on the hill-side, and sought rest while his spirit was as
+wildly tossed as the waters that dash beneath us.'
+
+'Yes, Lady; or it may be that these trees in their perpetual green, in
+their calmness and dignity, may be emblematic of the way in which the
+angels who watch on earth look down on man. Perfect rest on perfect
+unrest.'
+
+'Ah! you grow gloomy.'
+
+'Took I not my hue from you? On, then, for the higher fall!'
+
+'These trees seem to have increased in stature since the summer we were
+here. As we proceed, the snow lies thicker on them, and the branches seem
+closer locked; the roof overhead more complete. How still the woods are!
+Our very foot-fall is noiseless.'
+
+Influenced by the scene, they pass on in silence along the path which
+leads round the foot of the cone-like hill toward the cottage by the
+higher Falls, whose deep roar now breaks upon the ear, and rolls through
+the motionless forest. Thus then the Lady to Sear Leaf:
+
+'Has GOD any other temple like this?'
+
+'Never a one, reared by any hand save His!'
+
+'What organ ever rolled so deep a bass through arches so grand! See how
+the sunlight glances amid the gnarled branches of the roof, and here and
+there falls through on the floor below; making those low icy forms look
+like the shrubs of the valley of diamonds in the eastern story. Just so it
+is that the light of truth struggles through entangled and dark mazes of
+human error, and here and there illuminate some humble mind with its pure
+ray; while others, tall and strong and haughty, like those old trees, are
+left darkened.'
+
+'You have a noble nature, and should be nobly mated. But here we are upon
+the brow of the hill which leads to the cottage. The snow is deeper here:
+gently, now; a slide down this bank might check even _your_ enthusiasm.
+Take my arm; there--so; safe at the bottom! Let us go forward upon the
+platform of the cottage over the Falls. No bench? Well, sit upon my
+cloak.'
+
+'No, I won't.'
+
+'You must. There; be _pleased_ to sit and rest. What a gorgeous display of
+frost-work and flashing light on fantastic forms of ice! How the spray
+rises and waves and changes its hues in the sun! And the trees, how
+delicately each sprig of the evergreens is covered with a dress so white
+and shining 'as no fuller on earth could whiten them.''
+
+'Even so, Sear Leaf; And I love to think that the same one who wove the
+glorious dress to which you refer, to gladden Peter, made this dazzling
+drapery, and gave us eyes to look upon it. It recalls to my mind the song
+of the Seraphim: 'The whole earth is full of thy glory!''
+
+'Did they not, Lady, sing of a moral glory?'
+
+'No; decidedly no. There was no moral glory in the earth when they sang
+that song. Even the chosen people of GOD are then and there denounced as
+having abandoned Him. No; it was the glory of the works of His hands, such
+as we look upon this day, which elicited their praise.'
+
+'I believe your exegesis is right. The scene is glorious. Summer in all
+her loveliness has no dress like this. She has no hues equal to the play
+of colors on these walls and columns of ice, extending far as the eye can
+reach down the ravine, and towering in more than colossal grandeur. The
+water is in treble volume, and force and voice; and as it rolls its white
+folds of spotless foam down the valley, it reminds one of the great white
+throne of the Revelations, and this wavy foam the folds of the robe that
+filled the temple.'
+
+'It is inexpressibly, oppressively beautiful, Sear Leaf!'
+
+'Speaking of Revelation, how accurate is the description in Manfred of
+this scene!'
+
+'Let me hear it:'
+
+  'It is not noon; the sun-bow's rays still arch
+  The torrent with the many hues of heaven,
+  And roll the sheeted silver's waving column
+  O'er the crags headlong perpendicular,
+  And fling its lines of foaming light along
+  And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail,
+  The giant steed to be bestrode by Death,
+  As told in the apocalypse.'
+
+'Well, Madam, why are you silent? Shall we go?'
+
+'No. I could stay here till nightfall. I was thinking of the lines
+succeeding those you have repeated:
+
+                      ----'No eyes
+  But mine now drink the sight of loveliness,''
+
+'Am I nobody?'
+
+'We are alone here. How many of the light of heart, in youth and strength
+and beauty, climbed these rocks, shouted in these old woods, and gathered
+the summer flowers along these banks--and passed away! Where are they now!
+Some who wrote their names in the traveller's book in this cottage, have
+them now written by others on their tombstone. One I knew well, who, full
+of health and beauty, passed up this wild ravine, who has faded like the
+flowers she culled, and is now in her father's house, to pass in a few
+more days to heaven. And of all the rest, did we know their history, what
+a picture would it give of life!'
+
+'You are thoughtful for one so young.'
+
+'Are not twenty years enough to make one a moment thoughtful? Tell me now,
+thou of the gray head, of what art _thou_ thinking?'
+
+'Of earth's fairest scene, blent with her fairest daughter.'
+
+'Bravo! For what fair lady on your native mountains did you frame that
+compliment twenty years ago?'
+
+'Madam!'
+
+'Well?'
+
+'It is time to return.'
+
+                                                              G. P. T.
+
+
+
+
+THE RUINS OF BURNSIDE.
+
+
+  Sadly, amid this once delightful plain,
+    Stern ruin broods o'er crumbling porch and wall,
+  And shapeless stones, with moss o'ergrown, remain
+    To tell, Burnside, the story of thy fall:
+  These ancient oaks, although decaying, green,
+  Like weary watchers, guard the solemn scene.
+
+  Where cowslip cup and daisy sweetly bloomed,
+    Hemlock and fern, in rank luxuriance spread;
+  Where rose and lily once the air perfumed,
+    Wild dock and nettle sprout, no fragrance shed:
+  And here no more the throstle's mellow lay
+  Awakes with gladsome song the jocund day.
+
+  O'er yon church wall the ivy creeps, as fain
+    To shield it from thy withering touch, Decay;
+  No pastor ever more shall there explain
+    The sacred text, nor with his hearers, pray
+  To the Eternal Throne for grace divine;
+  Nor sing His praise, nor taste the bread and wine.
+
+  And here of yore the parish school-house stood,
+    Where flaxen-pated boys were taught to read;
+  At merry noon, in wild unfettered mood,
+    They rushed with boisterous glee to stream or mead;
+  The care-worn teacher homeward wends his way,
+  And freer feels than his free boys at play.
+
+  Yon roofless cot, which still the alders shade,
+    While all around is desolate and sere,
+  Perchance the dwelling of some village maid,
+    Who fondly watched her aged parents here;
+  And with her thrifty needle, or her wheel,
+  Earned for the lowly three the scanty meal.
+
+  Close by yon smithy stood the village inn,
+    Where farmers clinched each bargain o'er a glass;
+  And oft, amid mirth's unrestricted din,
+    Would Time with softer foot, and swifter pass.
+  The husband here his noisy revel kept,
+  While by her lonely hearth the good wife wept.
+
+  At lazy twilight, 'neath yon ancient elm,
+    The village statesmen met in grave debate,
+  And sagely told, if at their country's helm,
+    How bravely they would steer the ship of state
+  From treacherous quicksands or from leeward shore,
+  And all they said, betrayed their wondrous lore.
+
+  I've seen the thoughtless rustic pass thee by;
+    In thee, perhaps, his ancestors were bred,
+  And, at my question, point without a sigh,
+    Where calmly rest thy unremembered dead;
+  I asked thy fate, and, as he answered, smiled,
+  'Thus looked these ruins since I was a child.'
+
+  Methinks, Burnside, I see thee in thy prime,
+    When thou wert blessed with innocent content,
+  Thy robust dwellers, prodigal of time,
+    Yet still with cheerful heart to labor went;
+  Nor envied lordly pomp, with courtly train,
+  Of empty rank and fruitful acres vain.
+
+  Methinks I see a summer evening pass,
+    When thou wert peopled, and in sinless glee
+  Methinks the lusty ploughman and his lass
+    Dance with unmeasured mirth, enraptured, free,
+  While seated from the joyous throng apart,
+  The blind musician labors at his art.
+
+  Though fancy, wayward as the vagrant wind,
+    May picture scenes of unambitious taste,
+  Yet vainly now, we look around to find
+    Thy early beauty mid this dreary waste;
+  Unmourned, unmissed, thus in thy fallen state,
+  Thou art an emblem of the common fate!
+
+  Before the stern destroyer all shall bow,
+    And sweet Burnside, like thine, 'twill be my lot
+  To lie a ruin, tenantless and low,
+    By friends unmentioned, and by foes forgot:
+  As earth's uncounted millions I shall be--
+  No mortal think, no record speak of me!
+
+                                                     KENNETH ROOKWOOD.
+
+
+
+
+CORONATION OF GEORGE THE FOURTH.
+
+BY THE LATE WILLIAM ABBOTT.
+
+
+There is one great and peculiar characteristic in all the movements of
+JOHN BULL. A more gullible epitome of the human race does not exist. Let
+the case be right or wrong, only apply to him an inflammatory preparation,
+through the medium of a little exaggerated truth, and his frame is
+prepared to receive the largest dose of monstrous improbabilities that can
+possibly be administered; and till he has had his 'full swing' in the
+expression of his outraged feelings and boiling indignation, you might as
+easily attempt to check the mighty torrent of Niagara. John, however, is a
+free agent, and on the truest principles of freedom will hear but one side
+of the question as long as his prejudices continue; and after all, I
+believe it may fairly be put down to an honest impulse in favor of the
+oppressed, and a determination that no man, however elevated in rank,
+shall be screened from that equal justice which England delights in
+according. But the scales of justice, though equally balanced in the
+courts, get so bruised and bespattered in the minds of the fickle
+multitude, that time alone will bring them to their proper equilibrium.
+Let us travel back to the impeachment of the DUKE OF YORK, in the case of
+the celebrated MRS. CLARK. To attempt to palliate the acts of His Royal
+Highness was to commit an overt act of treason against the sovereign
+people; to admit his indiscretions, but deny his guilty participation, or
+even knowledge of the peculations committed in his name, would expose one
+to the reputation of being either a fool or a madman. The sage counsellors
+of the city, those bright constellations immortalized in all ages, not
+only set the noble example of awarding the freedom of the city to the
+immortal Colonel Wardle for his wholesale calumnies, but services of plate
+poured in from all parts; and even a portion of the legislators of Great
+Britain were offering up their humble adoration at the shrine of an
+accomplished courtezan. What was the result? Reflection gradually
+triumphed; all the gross and filthy exaggerations were sifted through the
+dirty channels which had given rise to them; a sober judgment at length
+was given; and the Duke, though not freed from the responsibility of
+having been betrayed into great errors, was honorably and universally
+acquitted of all intentional wrong. From that moment a more popular prince
+was not in existence; and with the exception of those human infirmities
+'which flesh is heir to,' few men descended to the grave more really
+beloved. The chief of the gang of persecutors, Colonel Wardle, shrunk into
+miserable retirement, and died 'unwept, unhonored, and unsung.'
+
+This, however, was nothing when compared with the mighty fever of
+excitement produced in the public mind by the arrival of QUEEN CAROLINE in
+England. Here was political diet to satisfy the cravings of all parties; a
+stepping-stone to popularity in which all ranks participated. The peer,
+the lawyer, the church-warden, down to the very skimmings of the parish;
+sober rational people; the class so honorably prized in England, the
+middle class, also became enthusiasts in the cause of the 'most virtuous
+Queen that ever graced these realms.' The independent voters of
+Westminster; the illustrious class of donkey-drivers; the retailers of
+cats'-meat; all, all felt a noble indignation at the treatment of 'KEVEEN
+CAROLINE.' Days that if allotted to labor would have increased the
+comforts of their homes and families, were freely sacrificed to
+processions in honor of Her Majesty. Addresses poured in from every parish
+in the vast metropolis; representatives of virtuous females were hired,
+all dressed in white--sweet emblem of their purity! Perhaps England was
+never nearer the brink of engulphing ruin. The high Tory aristocracy
+almost stood alone at this momentous period. The public sentiment took but
+one tone at the theatres; and 'GOD save the QUEEN' was continually called
+for. At Covent-Garden and Drury-Lane an occasional struggle was made
+against the popular cry, but it was speedily drowned in clamor. The trial
+commenced, and an unfortunate witness appeared on behalf of the crown, who
+obtained the universal cognomen of '_Non mi Ricordo_.' This added fuel to
+the fire; and the irritation of the public mind was roused into phrenzy by
+the impression that perjured witnesses were suborned from foreign
+countries to immolate the Queen upon the altar of vengeance. If the
+Queen's counsel had been satisfied with allowing the evidence for the
+prosecution to remain uncontradicted, and suffered the case to stand upon
+its own merits, Her Majesty must have been acquitted; but 'by your own
+lips I will condemn you' was made too manifest in the defence. The
+division left so small a majority, that ministers wisely abandoned any
+farther prosecution of the case. I heard most of the speeches of the
+defence; and it was curious to observe the different modes of argument
+adopted. BROUGHAM was an advocate, pleading eagerly a doubtful cause;
+DENMAN was the enthusiastic defender of a Queen conscious of her
+innocence, and setting all personal considerations at defiance. The public
+feeling, no longer fed by an opposing power, calmly settled down, and men
+began to wonder at the cause of their phrenzy. The innocence of the Queen
+did not appear so manifest, as the unwise and heartless treatment she
+experienced. 'A widowed wife, a childless mother;' these were powerful
+enough to excite the deepest sympathy; and certainly a much harder lot
+could not have befallen the humblest of her sex. Theatres are very
+commonly the touchstones by which one may discover the bearing of the
+public mind; and Her Majesty, by way of proving it, visited all the minor
+theatres, which were densely crowded upon each attendance. A play was then
+commanded at the two Theatres Royal. The effect produced at Drury-Lane I
+do not recollect; but it is certain that the announcement at Covent-Garden
+reduced rather than increased the receipts. The pit was but moderately
+attended, and the boxes nearly deserted. This was a touchstone from which
+there was no escaping; and it was really a mortifying scene to witness the
+utter neglect with which majesty was received. But alas! the bitter cup of
+mortification was to be drained to the very dregs; and the Queen's own
+rashness, or the bad advice of wrong-headed counsellors, hastened the
+catastrophe.
+
+A short period had elapsed, when the public attention was gradually
+directed toward THE CORONATION. The court papers teemed with descriptions
+of the expected magnificence. The length of time that had intervened
+between the coronation of George III. and the intended pageant of George
+IV., excited all the feeling of novelty. The known magnificence of the
+King, his undisputed taste, and his gallant, princely bearing, all kept
+attention on the _qui vive_. The unfortunate Queen, who obstinately
+rejected all compromise, remained in the country; and like an ignis
+fatuus, disturbed the serenity of men's minds, and kept alive a feeling of
+anxiety. Mr. Harris, the manager and one of the proprietors of
+Covent-Garden, was gifted with a tact always ready to take advantage of
+scenes of passing interest. He lost no time in reviving the second part of
+Henry IV., with all the splendor of the coronation. The champion on this
+occasion excited much more interest than all the beauties of SHAKSPEARE,
+and the theatre was nightly crowded to suffocation. The whole company of
+performers paraded in the procession; and though a member of the peerage,
+I cannot exactly call to mind the title I bore; which, however, with my
+accustomed good fortune, I exchanged for a real character at the real
+coronation. Having the honor of being known most particularly to the Earl
+of Glengall, he with the greatest kindness made me his page upon that
+memorable occasion. This certainly was a very distinguished mark of his
+friendship, for only one Esquire was allotted to each peer, and the
+greatest interest was made to obtain those appointments.
+
+The eventful morning came; and London presented at day-break crowds of
+carriages of every description, and its floating population pouring in
+dense masses to every point that possessed the slightest degree of
+interest. Lord Glengall, in order to avoid the misery of passing through
+crowded streets, and of being every moment impeded in his course, engaged
+apartments in Lambeth, at Godfrey and Jule's, the boat-builders, where he
+slept the night preceding. His lordship had appointed me to breakfast with
+him there, at six o'clock on that eventful morning; I was resolved to be
+in time, and at half past two, A. M., I left my home and fell in with a
+line of carriages on my way toward Westminster bridge. I found that many
+of them had been there from twelve the preceding night; peers and
+peeresses in their robes, gently moving, not hastening, to the desired
+spot. After waiting some two hours with exemplary patience, and finding my
+case entirely hopeless, I wisely took the precaution of driving to the
+water-side at Chelsea, for the purpose of procuring a boat. As it is
+possible that some of the distinguished artists of the day may wish to
+convey my appearance to posterity, I will give a description of my dress;
+and I shall also feel greatly obliged, if at the same time they will
+select the best-looking portrait of me for the likeness: a scarlet tunic,
+embroidered with gold-thread; a purple satin sash, with a deep gold
+fringe; a ruff _a la Elizabeth_; white satin pantaloons; shoes with
+crimson rosettes; black velvet hat and feathers. My hair, not naturally
+curling, had been put in graceful _papillote_ the preceding evening. As I
+write in the reign of Queen VICTORIA, the reader will readily believe that
+people are not much in the habit of walking about the streets in such a
+costume. Imagine therefore my arrival at the watermen's landing very soon
+after five o'clock in the morning; a splendid sun pouring, if not
+absolutely a flood of light, yet its lovely beams upon my person. Crowds
+of little girls and boys instantly gathered on the spot, receiving me with
+small voices but loud huzzahs, as I descended from the carriage. A boat
+was immediately ordered; but as there were several at the landing, all but
+the one engaged naturally felt the cruelty of not being permitted to come
+in for their share of extortion on such an occasion.
+
+'I say, Sir,' said one of the unwashed, 'them's a pretty pair of red
+ribbands in your shoes; I want just such a pair for my little 'un at
+home.'
+
+I knew there was only one way of dealing with them; I therefore put on one
+of my blandest smiles, and gently replied: 'Well, my good fellow, if you
+will give me your address, I will send you a pair to-morrow.' This settled
+the affair in good humor, and I was suffered to reach the boat without
+farther annoyance. We had put into the stream but a short distance, when I
+encountered a boat-full of roysterers; for old father Thames was thickly
+studded on this occasion with boats of all classes; when one turned to
+another in the boat and cried out in the most lugubrious accents, which
+did not fail to excite shouts of laughter:
+
+'I say, Bill, is that 'ere feller a man or a voman?'
+
+I thought now I had fairly passed my ordeal and might go on in peace; but
+no; we were obliged to pull in near shore, as we were rowing against tide.
+Milbank was crowded, and from the midst of the polite assemblage a gentle
+female voice cried out:
+
+'My eyes! Tom! if there isn't one of Astley's riders!'
+
+I at length arrived at my place of appointment, and had a good hearty
+laugh at breakfast over my little annoyances. While engaged in that
+interesting meal, the shouts of the people passed across the water. It was
+occasioned by the arrival of the Queen, who was refused admittance to the
+Abbey. Almost all parties blamed her for the attempt, nor did she produce
+the sensation she had evidently calculated upon. It was like trying to
+renew a lost game, when all interest had subsided. It was the final blow
+to all her ambitious aspirations, which speedily ended, where all our
+vanities must end, in the silent grave. I wish it to be perfectly
+understood that I have no idea of entering into a rivalry with Hume, in
+giving another History of England; but as these events of stirring
+interest passed within my own time, and of which I was a close observer, I
+trust the introduction will not appear misplaced; taking into
+consideration that I profess to give my general reminiscences, and not
+simply to confine them to my profession. Perhaps it would be wise on my
+part to drop a veil over the gorgeous spectacle; for like a visit to the
+Falls of Niagara, the most enlarged description a prudent person ought to
+indulge in, would be simply, 'I have seen the Falls;' so if I were to show
+my prudence, I should say, 'I saw the Coronation.' But how is it possible
+to refrain from giving expression, however slight and sketchy, to scenes
+of such unexampled magnificence?
+
+We crossed the river at seven o'clock, and had the advantage of passing
+through the private residence of one of the principal officers of the
+House of Commons, and marched on to Westminster Hall without impediment. I
+had a distinct ticket for the Abbey where I had no duty to perform; and
+indeed throughout the day it was purely nominal. I had therefore all the
+advantages of passing and repassing at my own will and discretion, and of
+paying visits to the Palace-Yard to different friends who had secured
+places to witness the procession. On first entering that most magnificent
+of halls, it was impossible not to be struck with its gigantic proportions
+and superb embellishments. Galleries were erected for the peeresses,
+foreign ambassadors, and the most distinguished visitors. Admirable
+arrangements were also made for that portion of the public who had been so
+fortunate as to procure a Lord Chamberlain's ticket. Costume also was
+strictly attended to here, no gentleman being admitted save in full
+court-suit or military uniform; and the ladies of course shone in all the
+splendor that gave grace to their lovely forms, and added a native lustre
+to all the artificial aids which gave such light and brilliancy to the
+glowing scene.
+
+The monotony of the early part of the morning was relieved by the absurd
+evolutions of the gentlemen from the cinque-ports who had the privilege of
+carrying the Canopy of the Cloth of Gold over His Majesty. If truth may be
+told on state occasions, it must be said that they did not perform their
+movements with much grace. They were not regularly disciplined troops, but
+fairly occupied the position of the 'awkward squad.' It had the effect,
+however, of exciting a good deal of merriment; indeed I have seldom seen a
+rehearsal produce such striking effects. The high and imposing ceremonies
+of the Church, partaking largely of the grand and mystic formula which
+belonged to our cathedral service before the Reformation, and which again
+bids fair, at least partially, to occupy its altars, impressed upon the
+vast and brilliant assemblage gathered beneath the Gothic roof a mingled
+feeling of royalty and devotion, which was in former days the very essence
+of chivalry, and which seemed to have taken new growth in this advanced
+age, from the associating link of ancient costume, which met the eye at
+every turn. The austere and solemn silence of the place was lost in the
+mingled feelings which occupied all hearts; and as the lofty chants of the
+church swelled into divine melody, a half-breathing, a solemn, suppressed
+emotion, spoke deeply to the heart of other realms above. It is impossible
+to hear the loud swell of the organ and exquisite melody of the varieties
+of the human voice harmoniously blended, and bursting forth together in
+one loud and glorious song of praise, without feeling that our destiny is
+more than earthly. It should be taken into consideration that there is a
+vast multitude on the outside, who are really getting impatient for their
+part of the pageant. It is true, those who have secured places in the
+different splendid pavilions erected in the immediate vicinity of the
+platform, are more at their ease, and with the aid of long purses can
+indulge in all the luxuries so amply provided by liberal caterers; but
+still 'fair play' is our motto; and we will at once throw open the
+abbey-doors and marshal forth the most brilliant _cortege_ that ever
+issued from its sacred walls; the herb-woman, Miss Fellows, and her
+attendants, strewing the path with flowers, blending the red rose and the
+white together, symbolical of the fact, that 'no longer division racked
+the state,' but that unreserved allegiance was due to the monarch before
+them. The excitement of the morning with respect to the QUEEN had not
+entirely subsided; and some few greetings must have caught the KING'S ear,
+that were not expressive of unbounded loyalty; but these formed a very
+slight proportion of the people. LORD CASTLEREAGH came in also for his
+share of these unseemly greetings; but his noble glance and really
+majestic appearance; his smile, not of disdain, but which marked an
+unflinching firmness of resolve; speedily converted their anger into
+applause. THE DUKE OF YORK and PRINCE LEOPOLD excited great interest by
+their dignified and elegant deportment. The KING, as he passed up the
+hall, was greeted with the most enthusiastic cheering and the waving of
+handkerchiefs from the elite of both sexes; but he appeared oppressed and
+worn down with fatigue, in which doubtless anxiety had its portion. His
+Majesty then retired to an apartment prepared for his reception, to take
+some repose during the royal banquet.
+
+The long tables running down the hall on each side were covered with rich
+damask; triumphal arches and every ingenious device that could by
+possibility bear upon the pageant, were lavishly placed upon the tables,
+splendidly ornamented with artificial flowers, rivalling the goddess Flora
+herself. The entrance to the hall was a grand Gothic archway; but one of
+the most singular effects produced, was by the numerous chandeliers in
+_ormolu_ hanging from the lofty roof, sending forth myriads of little
+twinkling stars, that essayed to dim the light of the sun, who here and
+there sent in his beams through the narrow loopholes and windows of the
+hall, to catch a glimpse of the splendid ceremonies. The banquet
+commenced; and it was not a little amusing to see the city authorities
+maintain their charter by commencing a most formidable attack upon the
+turtle and the viands which were so profusely spread over the table. Not a
+moment was lost. Triumphal arches quickly assumed the appearance of
+shapeless ruins, and wines from every quarter of the globe paid a heavy
+duty upon being deposited in the city vats!
+
+At length the martial clangor of the trumpet announced the royal banquet.
+His Majesty took his seat on the _dais_, with the imperial crown upon his
+head amid the deafening shouts of the up-standing noblesse of the land.
+LORD GLENGALL'S seat was high up in the hall; and next to him, on one
+side, was the EARL OF BLESSINGTON, whom I had the honor of knowing, and
+the EARL OF FALMOUTH on the other, both of whom are now gathered to their
+fathers. They insisted upon my taking a seat with them, to which of course
+I was nothing loath; and there I fully participated in all the luxuries of
+the table, instead of waiting like an humble page for the remains of the
+feast. Lord Blessington requested me to go into the peeresses' gallery and
+endeavour to procure refreshments for LADY BLESSINGTON. I had never seen
+her ladyship; but her famed beauty and talents did not render the task one
+of great difficulty. Amid a blaze of beauty, I soon discovered the fair
+lady, to whom I was to enact my part of Esquire. In return for the
+attentions I had the good fortune to offer, I received most gracious
+smiles, and the blandest of speeches, and felt myself rise in stature as I
+again paced the ancient hall. At length one of the most imposing
+ceremonies commenced; and many a swan-like neck was stretched to catch a
+glimpse of the unapproachable magnificence of the scene; the entrance of
+the champion (accompanied by the hero of a thousand battles,) in a full
+suit of armor and superbly mounted on a white charger with a plume of
+feathers on its head; the MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA, similarly caparisoned; the
+LORD HOWARD of Effingham, and others of comparatively less note. It had
+been whispered that Mr. Horace Seymour (now SIR HORACE,) had been selected
+by His Majesty for that important character, and his splendid appearance
+would perhaps under other circumstances have justified the choice. The
+right, however, was hereditary, and the real representative would indeed
+have shown craven, and unworthy the high distinction, if he had
+relinquished so honorable a position. The anecdote which is related at the
+coronation of George III., of the challenge having been accepted in behalf
+of PRINCE CHARLES STUART, after the gauntlet was dashed upon the earth,
+was here omitted; for here, happily, there was an undisputed succession.
+After the champion had drank to the health of 'GEORGE THE FOURTH, the
+rightful monarch of Great Britain,' in a cup of gold sent by His Majesty,
+(and which is retained by the champion,) he and the accompanying nobles
+backed their horses the whole distance down the hall, gracefully bowing to
+their monarch at distinct intervals, amid the most enthusiastic cheering.
+
+WALTER SCOTT was there, his eye sparkling with delight, and devouring that
+magnificence of which _his_ pen alone could convey the unlimited splendor.
+_Non nobis Domine_ was given by a numerous choir most superbly; and the
+whole of the ceremonies were at length concluded. I left the hall with the
+loss of my cap and feathers, and in a humble beaver, which I borrowed from
+a friend in the immediate vicinity, I elbowed my way through the crowd,
+sated with splendor and fairly exhausted. London was a blaze of light, and
+Hyde Park, I presume for the first time, was brilliantly illuminated.
+Fireworks of the most dazzling description shot meteor-like from every
+open spot in the vast metropolis, and the pyrotechnical art displayed in
+the parks at the government expense beggared all description. As I have
+already stated, Covent-Garden Theatre made a golden harvest by
+anticipating the coronation; but it was left for Drury-Lane to give as
+near as possible a fac-simile of the one that had so recently taken place.
+A platform was thrown over the centre of the pit, across which the
+procession took place. ELLISTON repeated it so often to crowded houses,
+that at length he fancied himself the KING _de jure_; and his enthusiasm
+carried him to such an extent, that on one occasion he stopped suddenly in
+the centre of the platform, and with a most gracious and benignant smile,
+extended his arms at full length and gave the audience a regal blessing,
+in the following pithy sentence: '_Bless ye, my people!_'
+
+
+
+
+I FOLLOW.
+
+                  'O! mon roi!
+      Prends comme moi racine, ou donne-moi des ailes
+                  Comme a toi!'
+
+                                                          VICTOR HUGO.
+
+
+    Eagle! that coursing by on mighty pinion,
+      Cleaving the cloud with firm and dauntless breast,
+    Hast deigned to stoop thee from thy proud dominion,
+      To circle in thy flight my lowly nest.
+
+    I mark thee now, all heavenward ascending,
+      Thy far form cresting the cerulean,
+    Above earth's shadows on thy pathway wending,
+      Thine eye of fire aye fixed upon the sun.
+
+    Oh! as I watch thee, all unfettered sweeping
+      High o'er the rift that weighs my pinion here,
+    I yearn like thee my plume in ether steeping,
+      To soar away through yon free atmosphere.
+
+    Thine eye was on my spirit's humble dwelling,
+      And as I met its all pervading rays,
+    I felt along each vein new nature swelling,
+      And my weak heart grow strong beneath thy gaze.
+
+    And thus infused with thine unfearing spirit,
+      My wing, that scarcely might essay yon rack,
+    Casting the feebleness it did inherit,
+      Would boldly dare with thee the upward track.
+
+    And think not I would sink: no, all unquailing,
+      I poise me now to follow on thy way;
+    To mount the tempest-cloud with nerve unfailing,
+      And thread the path whereon the lightnings play.
+
+    Press on! strong plumed! on tireless wing upspringing,
+      Thy course be ever toward the empyrean;
+    And at thy side my bonded spirit winging,
+      Will mount with thee till thy high goal be won!
+
+_New-York, December, 1843._                            MARY E. HEWITT.
+
+
+
+
+REMINISCENCES OF A DARTMOOR PRISONER.
+
+NUMBER ONE.
+
+
+It was my fortune to be taken prisoner in India during the war of 1812. I
+was, with others, confined in Fort William at Calcutta, for several
+months, until the authorities could find an opportunity to send us to
+England. At length the Bengal fleet being ready for their return voyage,
+the prisoners were distributed on board the several vessels which composed
+it. I was placed with a few others on board the 'Lord Wellington,' and
+being in a destitute condition, I agreed to assist in working the ship to
+England, at the same rate as the regular hands on board. The fleet
+rendezvoused in the near vicinity, and consisted of something over thirty
+sail, most of them of the largest class, and equal in size to a
+line-of-battle ship. They were well armed, some carrying thirty or forty
+guns, with a plentiful supply of muskets, pikes, etc. This had been
+customary for many years, as a protection against the French privateers
+and men-of-war, which swarmed the Indian ocean; in many instances proving
+themselves more than a match for their enemies, and sometimes beating off
+large class frigates.
+
+On going on board, I found between four and five hundred people, including
+officers, passengers, and crew. The captain was a large heavy-built man,
+very unwieldy, and remarkable only for having a large, long body placed
+upon very small legs. He reminded me of an ill-constructed building, ready
+to fall by its own weight. He appeared never to be happy unless he was 'in
+hot water,' either with the passengers or crew. There were six mates, or
+more properly lieutenants, for all the officers were in uniform. There
+were also a dozen or more midshipmen, a boatswain and his two mates,
+gunners, quarter-masters, armorers, sail-makers, and carpenters in
+abundance. In short, we were fitted out in complete man-of-war fashion;
+not forgetting the cat-o'-nine-tails, which was used with great
+liberality. The crew was made up of all nations, but the majority
+consisted of broken-down men-of-war's men, who being unfit for His
+Majesty's service had little fear of imprisonment. The others were
+composed of Portuguese, Dutch, Italian, etc.; and taken altogether, one
+would have inferred that they must have been drafted from Falstaff's
+regiment of taterdamallions.
+
+One fine morning the fleet got under way. Nothing note-worthy or
+interesting however occurred until we made the island of Ceylon, where we
+lay a couple of days; during which time the crew _got_ and _kept_ most
+unaccountably drunk. The officers tried every method to solve the mystery,
+but without effect. The truth was, the men became suddenly fond of
+cocoa-nuts, selecting them from the bum-boats in preference to any other
+fruit. The secret was, that the shell was bored before the nut was quite
+ripe, the juice poured out, and _Arrack_ substituted in its place. Our
+next place of stopping was Madras, where we took in more cargo, but no
+more cocoa-nuts, as no fruit-boats put off to us, the weather being too
+rough to admit of it.
+
+We had now been at sea several weeks, and had many among our crew and
+passengers upon the sick-list. Of the former, was a young man on his first
+voyage. He had been ill more than a week, and there being no physician on
+board, there was little or nothing done for him. At length he became
+delirious at intervals; and during the whole of the last night of his
+existence he made the most piercing and heart-rending cries; calling
+incessantly for his mother and sister, and lamenting that he should never
+see them more. Poor fellow! before the next night he was sewed up in his
+hammock, with a couple of shot at his feet; prayers were read over him,
+and in the presence of his silent and pensive ship-mates, he was consigned
+to the ocean, that vast and sublime grave of countless millions of our
+race. Several weeks after this occurrence, one of the passengers, a
+Frenchman, died of the consumption, and was buried in the same way; and
+had not the subject been of too serious a nature, the event would have
+partaken somewhat of the ludicrous. As usual, the shot was placed at the
+feet of the dead body, but proved to be insufficient to sink it. The
+consequence was, that the head and shoulders remained above the surface,
+bobbing up and down, until we lost sight of it in the distance. The
+captain's clerk always officiated as Chaplain at the funerals and divine
+service; which latter, by the way, was more of a farce than any thing
+else; for I have known more than one instance where they have been
+interrupted in the very midst by a squall of wind. Then to see the hubbub;
+the congregation dispersed; some ordered aloft, with such pious (though
+sometimes more forcible) ejaculations as: 'Lay aloft there, you lubbers!
+D--n your bloods! I'll see your back-bones! I'll set the cat at you!' etc.
+
+We now approached the Cape of Good Hope. The weather became lowering; and
+as the day advanced, heavy masses of black clouds gradually arose above
+the horizon, and palled the sky. Night came on suddenly, and with it the
+threatened storm in all its fury. The darkness was as it were the
+quintessence of an ink-bottle. _Nothing_ could be seen, save when the
+lightning gleamed, or when the rockets which were sent up from the
+Commodore, and broke forth, spreading their lurid, baleful light to give
+notice to the squadron of their position; then for an instant the whole
+scene was lit up with a hideous glare, when all would subside again into
+tenfold darkness. This, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, the roar
+of thunder, and the booming of a gun at intervals from the Commodore, to
+give notice for putting about, gave a grandeur and sublimity to the scene,
+which I have never seen surpassed. Fear gave way to excitement; and the
+idea of perishing amid this terrible war of the elements was worth years
+of the monotony of every-day life. I thought too of the Flying Dutchman,
+but did not fall in with him until some time after, and then it was by
+day-light, and without the poetry of 'darkness, and cloud, and storm.'
+
+The tempest gradually subsided, and at the end of two or three days
+scarcely a breath of wind was to be felt. Angry Nature had changed her
+frowns for sportive smiles; the face of the great deep was like polished
+glass; but there was a long swell of the ocean, apparently of miles in
+length; its bosom heaving and sinking, as if still oppressed with its late
+troubles. Our ship lay utterly unmanageable, her sails flapping idly
+against the masts. There was not sufficient wind to make her answer the
+helm; and there we lay, rolling and plunging, expecting every moment to
+see our masts go by the board. The lower yards dipped at every roll; and
+so great was the strain, that it drew the strong iron ring-bolts by which
+the guns were secured, and the lashings which fastened the large
+water-butts broke loose. This was at night; and the power and speed with
+which these heavy articles were driven from side to side was truly
+terrific. It took all hands the whole night, (and not without great
+danger) to secure them. The next day, a new and greater danger presented
+itself in a different form. A large ship, about the size of our own, lay
+in the same helpless condition; and by reason of a current, or some other
+cause, approached so near that it became truly alarming. Both vessels were
+rolling their keels nearly out of the water; and had they come in contact,
+it would have been certain destruction to both. It was necessary that
+something should be done immediately; and the crews of both vessels were
+ordered into their respective boats, with lines attached to the ships; and
+with several hours' hard labor at the oars, they were enabled to separate
+them.
+
+It was about this time that I had a view, not of the Flying Dutchman
+exactly, but of his ship, while standing on the forecastle early one
+morning. There had been a fog during the night, and a portion of the vapor
+still hung over the surface of the water. I had remained in that position
+but a few moments, when my attention was called by the boatswain's-mate,
+who stood near by: 'Look yonder!' said he, pointing with his finger. I
+looked in the direction indicated, and lo! there lay the mystic 'Phantom
+Ship.' She was only a few yards off; perfectly becalmed, with no more
+motion than if painted on canvass, and apparently not over six feet long,
+yet perfect in every respect. I was gazing in admiration, with my eyes
+rivetted upon the object, when there came a light breath of air, so light
+that I could hardly feel it; presently the mist began gradually to rise
+and disperse; the ship began to recede; the magic scene was at an end! A
+breeze had sprung up, and the phantom-ship proved to be one of the fleet;
+and by a signal from the Commodore, she took her station in line with the
+other vessels. I never saw any thing like it before nor since. The
+atmospheric delusion was astonishing; but it was nothing new to the old
+boatswain's-mate. All the other vessels were obscured by the fog, and this
+happened to be the nearest to us. Had the others been in sight they might
+(or might not) have presented the same appearance. Possibly the position
+of that particular ship helped to produce the effect. The sight of so
+large a fleet formed in two lines, extending four or five miles, each
+convoyed by a man-of-war, like a troop of soldiers led on in single-file
+by its officers, was 'beautiful exceedingly;' especially when the rising
+or setting sun illuminated their white sails, and a signal-gun from the
+Commodore changed their course; every ship in that vast fleet, at the cry
+of 'About ship!' moving as by one mind, and gracefully bowing to, and as
+it were saluting, the breeze! It was a scene never to be forgotten.
+
+The wind gradually increased until it became a smart breeze, and we soon
+neared the Island of St. Helena. Here we first heard of the downfall of
+NAPOLEON, the greatest warrior of all ages; one who struck such terror
+into the souls of combined Europe, that they dared not let him go free,
+and imposed upon Great Britain the honorable task of becoming his jailor;
+and her very heart quaked within her bosom while life remained in his;
+doomed though he was to perpetual and hopeless exile, upon an isolated
+rock in the midst of the ocean. On seeing the yellow flags, with the motto
+'_Orange boven_,' flying at the mast-heads of the shipping, and hearing of
+the overthrow of the power of France, our old Dutch boatswain's-mate, (who
+in his youth had served with the brave Admiral De Winter, and who had
+braved the 'battle and the breeze' for more than half a century,) was
+touched to the very depths of his stout heart. He was completely melted,
+and wept like a child over the fallen fortunes of NAPOLEON. 'Holland,'
+said he, 'has lost her best friend. Who like him will watch over and
+protect my country!'  He was naturally of a cheerful disposition; but from
+that time to the close of the voyage, he appeared sad and disheartened,
+and a smile scarce ever came over his countenance. I may remark in
+passing, that there were on board of our ship some ten or fifteen Dutch
+prisoners, who were the remnant of a large force that had formerly been
+garrisoned at the island of Java. All but these few had been gradually
+wasted away by pestilence and the poisoned spears and knives of the
+natives; and Holland, being so much engaged in her wars at home, had no
+means of aiding so distant a colony. Such was their condition when the
+island fell into the hands of the English; and they were rescued from
+destruction by the natives, only by becoming prisoners of war to the
+English. They were all old men, and some of them could speak a little
+English: they used to relate to me their former condition, and talk of
+their future prospects. The tale was a sad one. When young they were
+'kidnapped,' as they termed it, by the government, as no volunteers could
+be got to serve in that sickly climate.  They were forced from home and
+their parents at a tender age and sent to that far country, whence they
+had no prospect of ever returning, or hearing from their friends. Some of
+them had been absent for forty years, during which time they had seen none
+of their connexions, and seldom heard from them; for many years all
+intercourse had been dropped. They felt themselves entire strangers in the
+world; they were going to Holland to be sure, but not to their home. After
+the lapse of so many years, where could they seek for their friends? Death
+and other causes had removed and scattered them; and they almost dreaded
+the time when they should again set their feet upon the land of their
+fathers. Having been many months their associate in imprisonment, I took a
+deep interest in these poor fellows; participated in their feelings, and
+parted from them with regret. Peace to their memories!  They have without
+doubt long ere this ended their weary pilgrimage of life.
+
+We remained at St. Helena several weeks, waiting for the China fleet,
+during which time we took in a fresh supply of provisions, water, etc.
+This now famed island is nothing more nor less than a huge irregular block
+of granite, rising perpendicularly from the midst of the sea. The town,
+what there is of it, is built in a gully or chasm in the rock: the
+inhabitants are composed mostly of the military establishment and those
+connected with it, with perhaps a few exceptions. The island is only
+useful as a stopping-place for outward and homeward bound India-men, etc;
+and the inhabitants would be in a state of starvation, were it not for the
+supplies of provisions which they obtain from the shipping which put in
+there. All manner of coins from all manner of countries are in circulation
+here; and all copper coin goes for a penny, be it twice the size of a
+dollar, or as small as a five-cent piece. A person that way minded might
+soon make a large and curious collection here.
+
+The China fleet now made its appearance, and after a few days' delay we
+all got under weigh, with a convoy of a frigate, a sloop-of-war, and a
+transport full of troops, who on their arrival in England were ordered
+immediately to the United States, where they were sadly cut up at the
+battle of New-Orleans. We left the island with a stiff breeze, which
+continued with fine clear weather for several days. The fleet amounted to
+over seventy sail, and was arranged in two lines; and in fine weather,
+with all sail set, we composed a beautiful spectacle. During the whole of
+the voyage the utmost precaution was used to prevent an attack or capture
+by privateers, or national vessels of the enemy. Lights of every kind were
+strictly forbidden at night, except through a special order from a
+superior officer, and a double watch was kept day and night.
+
+'Land, ho!' cried the look-out at the mast-head, one day. It proved to be
+what is termed the Western Islands, which lay directly ahead of us. 'Sail,
+ho!' was the next cry; and all eyes were turned toward the strangers. They
+were two 'long, low, black-looking schooners,' lying-to very quietly,
+about three miles ahead.  'See the d----d Yankees!' shouted all hands, in
+full chorus, as the American flag was displayed at their gaff. A thrill
+shot through my nerves; my heart swelled, and my eyes filled with tears,
+as I beheld the Flag of my Country for the first time for many months. No
+one can imagine the love he bears his native land, until he tests it as I
+have done. Many were the speculations as to the probability of capturing
+the saucy privateersman; for by this time all the sail that the convoy
+could possibly set was spread in chase of the enemy, who as yet had made
+no attempt to fly, although apparently but a stone's throw ahead of us.
+Our captain was the only one in my hearing who seemed to doubt their being
+taken: 'The d----d scamps know too well,' said he, 'what their craft can
+do, to trust themselves so near us.' We now appeared close on board of
+them, and the chase well under way, when each fired a gun in defiance or
+derision, and darted off like birds. It was now nearly dark, and we were
+not far from land, for which one of the schooners seemed to fly right
+before the wind, closely pursued by the frigate, under all the canvass she
+could set. The other put out to sea, close-hauled upon the wind. The brig
+and transport, the fastest craft in the fleet, crowded all sail, but
+without nearing the schooner, as she could lie at least two points more to
+windward than her pursuers. They both escaped! The frigate being disabled,
+by springing her fore-top-mast, gave up the chase; the others relinquished
+the pursuit as fruitless, and rejoined the fleet.
+
+The night was extremely dark; and the next morning two large vessels were
+missing. It seemed that the privateers had returned, and hovering around,
+watched their opportunity, and captured two of our most richly-freighted
+ships; but as those seas were swarming with British cruisers, they were
+shortly re-captured and sent to England, where the whole fleet soon
+arrived. The West-India fleet came into port about the same time; and the
+amount of wealth brought into London by the safe arrival of the Bengal,
+China, and West-India fleets, must have been almost incredible. For
+myself, I was consigned to a dreary prison, 'as will more particularly
+appear' in an ensuing number.
+
+
+
+
+A VERITABLE SEA STORY.
+
+BY HARRY FRANCO.
+
+
+  'The sea, the sea, the o--pen sea, the blue, the _fresh_;' but
+            here we halt;
+  Mr. CORNWALL knew very little about the sea, or he would have
+              written SALT.
+          'The whales they whistled, the porpoise rolled,
+           And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;'
+  Worse and worse; more blunders than words, and such a jumble!
+  Whales _spout_, but never whistle; dolphins' backs are silver; and
+              porpoises never roll, but tumble.
+          'It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,
+           And like a cradled creature lies,' and squalls,
+           He should have added; but to avoid brawls
+  With the poet's friends I'll quote no more; but _entre nous_,
+  Those who write correctly about the sea are exceeding few.
+  Young DANA with us, and MARRYAT over the water,[1]
+  Are all the writers that I know of, who appear to have brought a
+  Discerning eye to bear on that peculiar state of existence,
+  An ocean life, which looks so romantic at a distance.
+  To succeed where every body else fails, would be an uncommon glory,
+  While to fail would be no disgrace; so I am resolved to try my
+              hand upon a sea-story.
+  In naming sea-authors, I omitted COOPER, CHAMIER, SUE, and many others,
+  Because they appear to have gone to sea without asking leave of
+              their mothers:
+  For those good ladies never could have consented that their boys
+              should dwell on
+  An element that Nature never fitted them to excel on.
+  Their descriptions are so fine, and their tars so exceedingly flowery,
+  They appear to have gathered their ideas from some naval spectacle
+              at the 'Bowery;'
+  And in fact I have serious doubts whether either of them ever saw
+              blue water,
+  Or ever had the felicity of saluting the 'gunner's daughter.'
+
+      [1] I HAVE unintentionally omitted to name FALCONER, who
+          deserves the highest honors among nautical writers.
+
+  It was on board of the packet ----, from feelings deferential
+  To private griefs, I omit all facts that are non-essential:
+  To Havre we were bound, and passengers there were four of us,
+  Three men and a lady--not an individual more of us.
+  The month was July, the weather warm and hazy,
+  The sea smooth as glass, the winds asleep or lazy.
+  Dull times of course, for the sea, though favorable to the mind's
+              expansion,
+  Yet keeps the body confined to a very few feet of stanchion.
+  Our employments were nought save eating, drinking and sleeping,
+  Excepting the lady, who a diary was keeping.
+  She was a very pleasant person though fat, and a long way past forty,
+  Which will of course prevent any body from thinking any thing naughty.
+  A very pleasant person, but such an enormous feeder,
+  That our captain began to fear she might prove a famine-breeder;
+  A sort of female Falstaff, fond of jokes and gay society,
+  Cards, claret, eau-de-vie, and a great hater of sobriety.
+  Her favorite game at cards she acknowledged was _ecarte_,
+  But like Mrs. Battle, she loved whist, and we soon made up a party.
+  We played from morn till night, and then from night till morning,
+  Although the captain, who was pious, continually gave us warning.
+  That time so badly spent would lead to some disaster;
+  At which Madame G---- would laugh, and only deal the faster.
+  Breakfast was served at eight, and as soon as it was ended
+  Round flew the cards; and the game was not suspended
+  Until seven-bells struck, when we stopped a while for lunch,
+  To allow Madame time to imbibe her allowance of punch;
+  This done, at work we went, with heated blood and flushed faces,
+  Talking of kings, queens, knaves, tricks, clubs and aces.
+  At six bells (three P. M.,) we threw down our cards and went to dinner,
+  Where Madame never missed her appetite, whether she had been a loser
+              or a winner;
+  Then up from the almonds and raisins, and down again to the
+              queens and aces,
+  We had only to remove from one end of the table to the other to
+              resume our places;
+  Another pause at six, P. M., for in spite of all our speeches,
+  Madame's partner would lay down his cards for the sake of pouchong
+              and brandy peaches;
+  Being French and polite, of course, she only said '_Eh bien!_' but
+              no doubt thought him a lubber,
+  For a cup of washy tea to break in upon her rubber.
+  At four bells (ten P. M.,) up from the cards and down again at
+              the table,
+  To drink champaigne and eat cold chicken as long as we were able:
+  With very slight variations this was the daily life we led,
+  Breakfast, whist; lunch, whist; dinner, whist; supper, whist; and
+              then to bed.
+  The sea, for aught we know, was like that which Coleridge's mariners
+              sailed on;
+  We never looked at it, nor the sky, nor the stars; and our captain
+              railed on,
+  But still we played, until one day there was a sudden dismemberment
+              of our party;
+  We had dined on soup _a la tortu_, (made of pig's feet,) of which
+              Madame ate uncommonly hearty;
+  And had just resumed our game; it was her cut, but she made no motion;
+  'Cut, Madame,' said I; 'Good Heavens!' exclaimed her partner, 'I've
+              a notion
+  That she _has_ cut for good; quick! help her! she's falling!'
+  And the next moment on the floor of the cabin she lay sprawling.
+  Poor Madame! It was in vain that we tried hartshorne, bathing
+              and bleeding;
+  Her spirit took its flight, tired to death of her high feeding:
+  For spirits are best content with steady habits and spare diet,
+  And will remain much longer in a tabernacle where they can enjoy
+              repose and quiet
+  Than in a body that is continually uneasy with stuffing,
+  And goes about like an overloaded porter, sweating and puffing.
+
+  The next morning at four-bells, the sun was just uprisen,
+  Glowing with very joy to leave his watery prison;
+  The bright cerulean waves with golden scales were crested,
+  Forming the fairest scene on which my eyes had ever rested;
+  The wind was S. S. W., and when they let go the main-top bowline
+  To square the after yards, our good ship stopped her rolling.
+  Madame lay on the quarter-deck sewed up in part of an old spanker,
+  And for this glorious sight of the ocean we had solely to thank her,
+  For to have kept her lying in the cabin would have caused some
+              of us to feel qualmish,
+  And she could not have been kept on deck, as the weather was
+              growing warmish;
+  Therefore it had been resolved in a kind of council, on the
+              captain's motion,
+  At sunrise to commit the old lady to the ocean.
+  She was placed upon a plank, resting upon the taffrail, (the
+              stern railing,)
+  One end of which was secured by a bight of the trysail brailing.
+  The captain read the prayers, somewhat curtailed, but a just proportion,
+  The plank was raised, 'Amen!' the corpse dropped into the ocean.
+  Down in its deep mysterious caves she sunk to sleep with fishes,
+  While a few bubbles rose from her and burst as if in mockery
+              of human wishes.
+  'Up with your helm; brace round; haul out your bowlines;
+  Clear up the deck; keep her full; coil down your tow-lines!'
+  The ship was on her course, and not a word said to remind us
+  Of the melancholy fact that we had left one of our number behind us.
+  'Shocking affair!' I remarked to Madame's partner, who looked
+              solemn as a mummy,
+  'O! horrid!' said he; '_I shall now be compelled to play with a Dummy!_'
+
+
+
+
+ON A PASSAGE IN MACBETH.
+
+  'Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.'
+
+                                                              MACBETH.
+
+
+Let us put on one side for a few moments the horrid midnight murder of the
+gracious Duncan. Let us suppose of the buried majesty of Scotland,
+
+  ----'Upward to Heaven he took his flight,
+  If ever soul ascended!'
+
+Let us for the moment imagine Mrs. Siddons to have been the veritable Lady
+Macbeth, and acknowledge that never was man more powerfully tempted into
+evil, nor more deeply punished with his fall from Virtue, than this, the
+Thane of Glamis and of Cawdor. My concernment in this Essay is neither
+with his virtue, nor his fall. I neither come to praise, nor bury Caesar:
+
+  'Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell. Get _thee_ to bed.'
+
+In the reading I desire should be here given to the language of the
+immortal bard, it will be perceived that the last pronoun is made
+emphatic. 'Get _thee_ to bed.'
+
+The household of the castle of Macbeth, excited and disturbed as its
+members had been throughout the day by the unexpected arrival of the King
+of Scotland at Inverness, are now subsiding into rest. The King has
+retired. His suite are provided for in various parts of the quadrangle;
+and all the tumultuary sounds of preparation and of festive enjoyment have
+followed the departed day; and Banquo charged with a princely gift to the
+Lady Macbeth under the title of _most kind hostess_, from her confiding
+and now slumbering monarch, has paid his compliments and gone.
+
+Now comes the deeper stillness, and the witching hour of that eventful
+night; and the noble Thane, having gone the rounds of his hushed castle to
+place all entrances under both watch and ward, turns to his torch-bearer,
+the last remaining household servant of the train, and dismisses him with
+the message I have read. The words excite no surprise in the mind of the
+attendant. He receives the command and departs upon his errand; to deliver
+it as had doubtless been his office before, and then retire for the night:
+
+  'Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell.'
+
+Admired Editor, I have now that to say in thine ear that may possibly
+startle thy preceptions, shock thy wishes, and for the moment interfere
+with thy store of tragick recollection. I would have thee imagine with me,
+that Macbeth, stifling all murderous intent, and all disloyal thought, had
+honestly gone down at the sound of the bell, and, as must have been his
+wont as is shewn from the manner in which his attendant receives the
+charge, had soberly partaken of the warm and grateful drink his noble
+partner had prepared for his refreshing and composing use.
+
+Imagine the illustrious and majestick pair, their household having
+entirely withdrawn, seated in the deep silence of the night, on either
+side of a small table as was their happy wont, and gently, calmly,
+dispassionately, and elegantly sipping that prepared beverage; that 'drink
+made ready' by hands then yet innocent and spotless. Imagine the
+ingredients of which that dilution must have been composed! Not wine for
+wine is always 'ready.' O call it not by any other W! Let it not be named
+Glenlivet; think not upon Ferintosh. It was PURE REALITY IN THE LUSTRE OF
+A MILD GLORIFICATION, _mingled with droppings of the dew of morning_.
+
+They say that the mind of man is a mere bundle of associations, and that
+our success in moving it to our purpose depends on our awakening the most
+powerful, or most agreeable of them. I know not of what associations that
+of the reader may be composed; but for my own part I think a little warm
+drink before going to bed upon a night when owls hoot and chimnies are to
+be blown down, prepared by the small hands that one loves, and that all
+admire; where a dimple takes place of what in a plebeian hand is a
+knuckle, and the round fingers taper gently off toward points that are
+touched with damask and bordered with little rims of ivory; where bright
+eyes beam with kindness as well as wit; and words fall in silvery tones
+from a beautifully-formed mouth, like the renewal of life upon the soul of
+man! I think where one could enjoy all this, it was a monstrous act of
+folly on the part of Macbeth to fret about the principality of Cumberland,
+or covet even the whole kingdom of Scotland. For my own part I must say,
+give me the warm drink and the sweet companionship of that night, and let
+old Duncan with a hearty welcome sleep up to his heart's content the whole
+'ravelled sleeve of care!'
+
+Oh Woman! dear, good, kind, blessed, beautiful Woman! chosen of Heaven
+(and O how well!) for the meet companion of our otherwise forlorn race! is
+there a moment throughout that whole circle of the Sun which we call Day
+more sweet to us, than that which follows the well-performed duties of our
+lot and that gives thee altogether to us at its close, gentle, refined,
+affectionate, soothing, bland, and unreserved? The hour that precedes
+retirement for the night, when the early luxury of languor begins to take
+possession of the senses? When the eyes are not heavy, but threaten to
+become so, and long silken lashes first make love to each other? When it
+is time to confine part of that rich hair en papilotte and fold the whole
+into that pretty cap; to place the feet in small graceful slippers, and
+let ease put fashion tastefully on one side in the arrangement of the
+dress?
+
+Doubtless there is a period during the delirium of youthful fancy when the
+calmer pleasures are unappreciated at their value, but the Andante of
+existence follows the Allegro of boyhood; its precious strains fall deeper
+and more touchingly upon the Sense; and the full Soul longs to yield
+itself to them, and to share its emotions with the beloved one in tones
+heard only in her ivory ear----how beautiful! Oh pure of heart, how
+beautiful!----and, when the belle, still delighting to please, has become
+the friend; and the mistress, still fascinating, the wife; and one
+interest, one faith, one hope, one joy, one passion, one life, animate
+both hearts----oh then,
+
+  Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
+  She strike upon the bell. Get _thee_ to bed.'
+
+                                                          JOHN WATERS.
+
+
+
+
+THE SMITHY.
+
+BY ALFRED B. STREET.
+
+
+  There was a little smithy at the comer of the road,
+  In the village where, when life glow'd fresh and bright, was my abode;
+  A little slab-roof'd smithy, of a stain'd and dusky red,
+  An ox-frame standing by the door, and at one side a shed;
+  The road was lone and pleasant, with margins grassy-green,
+  Where browsing cows and nibbling geese from morn till night were seen.
+
+  High curl'd the smoke from the humble roof with dawning's earliest bird,
+  And the tinkle of the anvil first of the village sounds was heard;
+  The bellows-puff, the hammer-beat, the whistle and the song,
+  Told, steadfastly and merrily, Toil roll'd the hours along,
+  Till darkness fell, and the smithy then with its forge's clear deep light
+  Through chimney, window, door, and cleft, poured blushes on the night.
+
+  The morning shows its azure breast and scarf of silvery fleece,
+  The margin-grass is group'd with cows, and spotted with the geese;
+  On the dew-wet green by the smithy, there's a circle of crackling fire,
+  Hurrah! how it blazes and curls around the coal-man's welded tire!
+  While o'er it, with tongs, are the smith and his man, to fit it
+              when cherry-red,
+  To the tilted wheel of the huge grim'd ark in the back-ground
+              of the shed.
+
+  There's a stony field on the ridge to plough, and Brindle must be shod,
+  And at noon, through the lane from the farm-house, I see him slowly plod;
+  In the strong frame, chewing his cud, he patiently stands, but see!
+  The bands have been placed around him--he struggles to be free:
+  But John and Timothy hammer away, until each hoof is arm'd,
+  Then loosen'd Brindle looks all round, as if wondering he's unharm'd.
+
+  Joe Matson's horse wants shoeing, and at even-tide he's seen,
+  An old gray sluggish creature, with his master on the green;
+  Within the little smithy old Dobbin Matson draws,
+  There John is busily twisting screws, and Timothy filing saws;
+  The bellows sleeps, the forge is cold, and twilight dims the room,
+  With anvil, chain, and iron bar, faint glimmering through the gloom.
+
+  I stand beside the threshhold and gaze upon the sight,
+  The doubtful shape of the old gray horse, and the points of
+              glancing light:
+  But hark! the bellows wakens, out dance the sparks in air,
+  And now the forge is raked high up, now bursts it to a glare;
+  How brightly and how cheerily the sudden glow outbreaks,
+  And what a charming picture of the humble room it makes!
+
+  It glints upon the horse-shoes on the ceiling-rafters hung,
+  On the anvil and the leaning sledge its quivering gleams are flung;
+  It touches with bronze the smith and his man, and it bathes old
+              dozing gray,
+  And a blush is fixed on Matson's face in the broad and steady ray;
+  One moment more, and the iron is whirl'd with fierce and spattering glow,
+  And swank! swank! swank! rings the sledge's smite, tink! tink! the
+              hammer's blow.
+
+  'Whoa, Dobbin!' says Tim, as he pares the hoof, 'whoa! whoa!' as he
+              fits the shoe,
+  And the click of the driving nails is heard, till the humble toil
+              is through;
+  Pleas'd Matson mounts his old gray steed, and I hear the heavy beat
+  Of the trotting hoofs, up the corner road, till the sounds in the
+              distance fleet:
+  And I depart with grateful joy to the King of earth and heaven,
+  That e'en to life in its lowliest phase, such interest should be given.
+
+
+
+
+THE FINE ARTS.
+
+A FEW HINTS ON THE PHILOSOPHY OF SIZE IN ITS RELATION TO THE FINE ARTS.
+
+BY GEORGE HARVEY.
+
+
+It is a common remark made by most persons who visit the mightiest
+cataract in the world, that it fails to impress one's mind with that just
+idea of its grandeur which truly belongs to its vastness, and which is
+always formed from attentively reading or listening to a correct verbal or
+written description of it. Even the most faithful drawings cannot awaken
+an adequate conception of the majesty, the greatness of NIAGARA. Now the
+law of optics will serve to convince us that this must ever be so, since
+the image formed in the dark chamber of the eye is exceedingly small; and
+as the Falls are always approached gradually from a distance, the
+surrounding landscape occupies by far the largest portion of the field of
+vision; hence the descending stream can only sustain a subordinate part in
+the general view; but when you have approached the very verge of the
+precipice over which the rolling waters rush with maddening roar; or when,
+from beneath, you stand upon the piles of broken rocks, and look upward or
+around, and can only embrace a small portion of the falling waters; then
+and then only, do the anticipated emotions crowd upon the soul, causing it
+to stand in trembling awe, vibrating in unison with the fragments of the
+fallen precipice upon which you tread.
+
+I remember some years since, in looking at an image of the 'American
+Falls' reflected in a camera-obscura which was built on the opposite
+shore, noticing how extremely insignificant it appeared, notwithstanding
+the table of vision was five feet in diameter. The descending foam as it
+was unevenly projected in billowy masses, appeared to move very slowly in
+its downward course, causing a feeling of impatience at its tardiness: in
+truth, the whole scene looked very tame and unsatisfactory, and I could
+not help remarking to a friend who was with me, how utterly impossible it
+would be for any artist to be thought successful in an attempt to
+represent them. Nevertheless I made some twenty sketches from as many
+different points of view; one only of which has procured any commendation,
+as conveying an idea of the grandeur of the Great Cataract. It is evident
+therefore that what the eye can take in at one look will never of itself
+impress the mind with those sublime emotions which we conceive should
+belong to vastness. Yet there is a physical attribute belonging to
+subjects having this property of vastness, that will command more
+attention than the same scene upon a small scale: but the mind must be
+impressed with the fact, and must draw largely upon it for any emotion of
+the sublime. It is therefore upon this principle that large portraits will
+command from the multitude more applause than small miniatures; large
+oil-paintings than small water-color drawings. The statues on the outside
+of the Grecian temples were colossal, yet in their position they looked
+small. Most of the works of Michael Angelo are so; but in consequence of
+the distance at which they are seen, they lose greatly their power to
+produce grand ideas, because in all cases the image formed upon the optic
+nerve varies but little in its actual size; since the distance at which
+things are viewed is in some degree regulated by the size: thus before a
+large picture, you must station yourself at a relative distance, so as to
+embrace the whole, while before the small drawing you must be within arm's
+reach; or if a miniature portrait, it must be seen within a few inches,
+thus making the mirrored picture on the eye vary but little in actual
+size.
+
+These few hints will readily account for the mortification experienced by
+many artists who have painted exceedingly impressive pictures when they
+are seen in the studios where they were executed, but when they are taken
+into a large gallery or rotunda, seem lost and look insignificant, save to
+the few of cultivated minds, who may take the trouble to approach within a
+proper distance, and shut out all objects which interfere or intrude, and
+which prevent a true appreciation of their merits. The knowing,
+time-serving artists, who paint exhibition pictures, have long since
+understood this law; and accordingly they paint up to what is called
+'_exhibition-pitch_,' where brilliance and flashiness of color, with an
+absence of detail, which might interfere with breadth of effect, are of
+the first importance. Attention is also given to masses of light and
+shade, that all the forms introduced in the picture may have their due
+prominence; and a judicious balancing of warm and cool tints, by which
+harmony is produced, and the eye prevented from being offended by its
+evident exaggeration of the 'modesty of nature.'
+
+TURNER may be instanced as the most successful in this style of painting,
+which he has followed to such an extreme, that his pictures are now
+attractive only at a great distance, for when they are seen near by, they
+fail to please, if they do not produce positive disgust. Report represents
+him as having accumulated upward of one hundred thousand pounds sterling,
+which he could only have done by adopting this distant, effective style;
+for if he had continued to finish his pictures in the same manner as he
+did those of his early works, which procured for him the foundation of his
+present wide-spread reputation, he would not have realized one eighth of
+that sum. To paint one of the former, costs but a few hours' labor, but
+one of the latter would employ many days if not weeks; yet the momentary
+effect of pleasure derived from seeing the one is greater than that of the
+other. Hence those who visit exhibitions, having but a limited time, are
+gratified; but place one of the chaste productions of CLAUDE LORRAINE, who
+diligently followed nature with all the tenderness of a modest student, by
+the side of one of the tinsel class, and observe the ultimate effect. The
+former will gradually win your admiration, and continue to arouse pleasing
+reminiscences; the latter will finally lose its charm, and be regarded
+with something of the feeling with which one looks upon the ornamental
+paper of a room. We have had many exhibitions of single large pictures,
+such as DUBUFE'S 'Don Juan,' which have produced handsome returns to those
+who have purchased them for such speculating purposes. The parties have
+been well aware of the physical effects of size; for had the same subjects
+been painted upon a small scale, though equally well executed, they would
+have been less attractive to the multitude; yet the smaller ones would
+have reflected the same sized images in the camera of the eye; since, as I
+have already hinted, to see them properly they must be viewed at short
+distances, as the large pictures must be at greater proportionate ones.
+
+I will here digress for a moment, in the hope that I may be permitted to
+make mention of my own works, without incurring the charge of undue
+egotism. Let me, however, by way of apology for calling public attention
+to the series of forty small Water-Color Drawings, (painted _con amore_,
+and with no idea of gain,) which are now before the public, mention the
+fact, that the commencement of their publication was owing to a suggestion
+of Gen. CASS, who urged me to undertake the enterprise while I was in
+Paris. The drawings then consisted of half the present number of landscape
+views; the localities and subjects of the latter half have been chosen
+with the purpose of writing appropriate chapters illustrating the progress
+of civilization and of refinement in the northern part of this continent.
+The foregoing brief remark applies only to their publication; for their
+_origin_ dates back to the halcyon days of early life, when I had but just
+passed my teens; when boyish enthusiasm lends a charm to every dream that
+finds a home in the fancy or the heart. Then it was that the latent wish
+was formed of being able, at some future day, to paint the History of the
+Day; and to carry out this impulsive feeling, I have been brought into
+sweet communion with divine Nature; and oh! how bounteously has she repaid
+my studious contemplation with infinite delight! It is not for me to speak
+of the results. There they are; and every lover of the country may judge
+of the degree of success I have achieved. I am not so certain that I have
+equal ability in the use of the pen. The chapters of the first number will
+speak for themselves; but I must not omit to acknowledge the many
+obligations I am under to WASHINGTON IRVING, for the friendly revision of
+my ms. He has given many an elegant turn to a prose sentence, and clothed
+rude images with graceful drapery. But to resume.
+
+Since then it follows that a small picture, being viewed at its proper
+focal distance, reflects the same sized image as a larger one at _its_
+proper focal distance, I can see no good reason why the physical attribute
+of _largeness_ should be so eagerly sought for by the public. Surely a
+gallery of small pictures, provided they be not painfully small, should be
+preferred to one filled with large ones. We see the principle I am
+contending for carried out in libraries. The ordinary sized volumes are
+preferred, for most purposes, to the cumbrous tomes of large folio
+editions. It is true, a large book will produce in the minds of many
+persons greater respect than a miniature copy of the same work; but the
+ideas contained in the one are no better or more impressive than the same
+contained in that of the other; save the feeling with which the larger one
+inspires the votary who looks no farther than the outside of the page. The
+series of forty landscapes alluded to in the above digression, if viewed
+at the focal distance of eighteen inches, will appear as large as those
+twice the size, viewed at their proportionate increased distance. An
+elaborately finished picture, to be seen to advantage, must be examined
+near by. A coarser work, theatrical scenes for instance, painted for
+distant effect, must be seen accordingly, if you would secure pleasurable
+emotions. As a general approximative rule, the focal distance at which the
+spectator should stand in viewing works of art is to be found by measuring
+the same length from the picture as its size: Thus, one of ten feet in
+length is to be viewed at that distance; one of eighteen inches at about
+twenty inches; a small miniature of six inches, at about eight inches. If
+the work should have no detail, this rule will not hold good; but if there
+is a faithful transcript of Nature; and she ever delights in unobtrusive
+beauties, which are particularly obvious in the fore-ground, for she
+strews them at your feet; then if you approach the artist's effort, a work
+of patient diligence, you can hold converse with her through the medium of
+his labors.
+
+I do not attempt to deny the importance of size in winning our first
+regard: it is a law inseparable from the thing itself; but I must protest
+against the taste of the age being supplied always with mere physical
+attributes. The purling stream and babbling brook; the small rill falling
+from on high, till its feathery stream is lost in mist, are and should be
+as much sought after as the roaring torrent or the thundering cascade. The
+effect of the one is to produce awe, that of the other tranquil pleasure.
+The human mind is not always to be upon the stretch; to remain lifted up
+as it were upon stilts; our common communion is to be found in enjoyments
+that are quietly exciting. It is a common remark, that the English
+language has lost some of its truthfulness by our habit of expressing
+ourselves in the language of superlatives, through a desire to astonish.
+Thus we leave nothing for the innate love of truth; nothing to work out
+the necessary sympathy. Is not this parallel with the desire to see large
+pictures?--and should it not receive some regulation from those who have
+the requisite influence?
+
+I find the few hints to which in the outset I proposed to confine myself
+have grown to a greater length than was intended. I will therefore, in
+closing, simply reiterate the remark, that I see no good reason why the
+painter of a large picture (or the work itself) should be regarded with
+more favor than he who paints equally well, but limits the size, unless we
+consider the white-wash brush a nobler instrument than the camel's-hair
+pencil.
+
+
+
+
+LIFE: A SONNET.
+
+
+  Whence? whither? where?--a taper-point of light,
+    My life and world--the infinite around;
+    A sea, not even highest thought can sound;
+  A formless void; unchanging, endless night.
+  In vain the struggling spirit aims its flight
+    To the empyrean, seen as is a star,
+    Sole glimmering through the hazy night afar;
+  In vain it beats its wings with daring might.
+  What yonder gleams?--what heavenly shapes arise
+    From out the bodiless waste? Behold the dawn,
+    Sent from on high! Uncounted ages gone,
+  Burst full and glorious on my wondering eyes;
+    Sun-clear the world around, and far away
+    A boundless future sweeps in golden day.
+
+                                                       J. G. PERCIVAL.
+
+
+
+
+TWO PICTURES.
+
+    'The glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the
+    terrestrial is another.'--ST. PAUL.
+
+
+LOVE CELESTIAL.
+
+  I see his face illumined by a beatific light,
+  That tells me he is dying fast; the shadows of the night
+  Are passing from his saintly brow and sunken eye away,
+  But he looks beyond them and beholds a never-ending day.
+
+  Nay, wonder not that I am calm; the fleeting things of earth
+  Are passing with the flight of time, to their eternal birth:
+  I feel that death will shed on him a halo like the sun,
+  And I shall share it with him, when my pilgrimage is done.
+
+  How quickly fades the earthly frame, and with it too, how fast
+  The agony and sorrow of our mortal doom are past;
+  And when the sight of worldly wo weighs heavy on the breast,
+  How welcome is the voice from GOD, that speaks to us of rest!
+
+  O! painfully the pangs of life his fading frame have worn,
+  But blessed be our FATHER'S love, that dwells with those who mourn;
+  And though the grave must rend apart our sweet affection's bond,
+  On this side is the night, but all is luminous beyond.
+
+  I know that more he loves my soul than its transitory shrine,
+  And did I prize the vase alone, when all it held was mine?
+  Let hallowed dust return to dust, give Nature what she gave,
+  For all that dearest was to me, is victor o'er the grave.
+
+  Triumphant will his spirit rise to the Eternal throne,
+  Triumphant wear a crown of light, by earthly trials won:
+  And mid the friends who went before, the angel, sin-forgiven,
+  Shall feel that they can part no more, when once they meet in heaven.
+
+  True, I shall look on him no more, but he will gaze on me;
+  Sweet thought! he from his holy sphere my guiding-star will be,
+  Till purified; and hallowed from every earthly tie,
+  I share with him that smile of GOD, which lights the world on high!
+
+
+LOVE TERRESTRIAL.
+
+  They tell me he is dying, yet I look upon his brow,
+  And never seemed it half so fair, so beautiful as now;
+  A radiance lightens from his eye, too lovely for the tomb,
+  Too _living_, for the shadowy realm where all is grief and gloom.
+
+  They tell me he will surely die--and so at last must all;
+  I know that the Destroyer's blight on all mankind must fall;
+  Alas! that we of mortal birth thus hurry to decay,
+  And all we fondly cherish here must fleet so fast away!
+
+  But oh, not now! it is indeed a fearful sight to see
+  The pangs of death their shadows fling on one so dear to me;
+  Nay, speak not of another world, I only think of this,
+  I have no heart to nurse the hope that looks to future bliss.
+
+  Perhaps 'tis time; he is not formed for length of happy years,
+  But wherefore darken thus my days with wild distracting fears?
+  If we must part, oh! let me live in rapture while I may;
+  Though hope must darken, while it lasts, let nothing cloud its ray.
+
+  Oh, bid me cherish brighter thoughts; my loving soul can tell
+  How sad will be the hour to him that speaks the last farewell;
+  I know his heart is agonized by the approaching doom,
+  I know he loves me better than the cold and fearful tomb!
+
+  It is in vain they speak to me of bliss beyond the sky;
+  This saddening thought afflicts my heart, that if indeed he die,
+  The light that cheered my earthly love will seem obscure and dim,
+  While he abides in purer realms, and I still live for him.
+
+  I know that holier hopes and joys around his soul will weave,
+  While he among angelic loves, unconscious that I grieve,
+  Will ne'er look down to see me weep, nor breathe a single sigh;
+  O, GOD! it is a fearful thought--and this it is to die!
+
+                                                                    B.
+
+
+
+
+THE HERMIT OF THE PRAIRIE.
+
+BY PETER VON GEIST.
+
+      'To him who in the love of nature holds
+      Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
+      A various language.'
+
+                                                               BRYANT.
+
+
+Wednesday, June twenty-first. How little do people who ride along in their
+carriages, or rattle over the ground in stage-coaches, or rush over its
+surface in rail-cars, know of the pleasures of travelling! They roll
+_over_ the country; they cannot be said to pass _through_ it. They may see
+new rivers, new mountains, and new faces; but for all the good the last
+does them, they might as well have stood on the corner of the street in a
+city half a day, and watched the passers-by. And better too; for
+hotel-keepers, and waiters, and the whole tribe of public functionaries,
+have all an artificial, professional look; so that it is difficult to come
+at their real characters, if indeed they have any. The same is the case,
+to some extent, with their fellow-passengers. All are so absorbingly
+interested in their own brilliant thoughts; or they deem it incumbent on
+them to assume the dignity and authority befitting persons in high
+stations; (which dignity at home, by the by, is put one side into a dark
+corner and never thought of,) that it is about as profitable an
+undertaking to attempt to find out the personal feelings and sentiments of
+a mask, as theirs.
+
+But here am I, walking stoutly and merrily along, unincumbered with
+luggage or care; and because I do not care what the next day or hour may
+bring forth, every thing seems to turn up just as I would have it if I had
+the ordering of events. I shall not pause to offer any philosophical
+conjectures as to the reason why we are invariably disappointed in our
+conclusions, (excepting they are mathematical ones) concerning the future;
+merely asking the amiable reader whether _he_ ever knew such an
+anticipation to be exactly realized. I shall not stop to make any such
+conjectures, because I should only get deeper into the dark, and I am in
+deep enough for comfort now; and secondly, it is against my principles. I
+am living out of doors, and make mention only of things out of doors.
+
+But I trudge stoutly forward, whistling as I go; making myself as
+agreeable as possible to myself and to every body whom I meet; on jocose
+terms with every thing; decidedly agricultural in my tastes and pursuits,
+at every farmer's house where I happen to put up for the night: at one
+place in search of employment as a day-laborer; at another, an artist; by
+turns every thing. Is not this the way to travel? My steps wander where
+they choose; and if I keep on to the end of the earth, what will it
+matter? I will go to the north; assume the dress, language and manners of
+those who dwell within the frozen circle; I will become a Greenlander; I
+will go and preach the religion of Mohammed to the inhabitants of
+Patagonia; I will brush up the gods of Rome; dust that old mythology;
+compound and simplify the whole into a good, comfortable, believable
+system, and proclaim Olympian Jove in the deserts of Amazonia. I will be a
+Turk, an Indian, a Pirate; I will be any thing. What do I care, and who
+shall say me nay? This sensation of freedom is too delicious to be
+interrupted by any companionship. And for my part, I want no better
+companions than this wind, which free as I am, blows against my cheek, and
+those clouds, that fly in unending succession over my head. O! ye blue
+chariots of the Thunderer! whither hurry ye so rapidly? Over hill and
+valley, and countries and cities of men, ye fly unheeding; and borne
+forward on the swift pinions of the wind, ye speed on your mission afar!
+What to you are states, and kingdoms, or land or ocean? Furiously driving
+in black armies to meet opposing armies, or singly floating in that
+waveless sea of blue, your existence is above the earth; men look _up_ to
+you with wonder or terror, but _your_ glance is never downward. Onward ye
+wander, in your unbounded career, at your own free will. Nothing bounds
+_my_ career or _my_ will. Fleecy ears! if ye would sustain the form of a
+mortal, triumphantly would you and I sail over the heads of men! Softly,
+obedient to the impulse of chance, would we glide over continent and sea,
+and explore the mysteries of undiscovered islands and climes; calmly would
+I look down on the strife or toil of human passions, and calmly would we
+ride on forever, through night and day! But if the clouds are not, the
+earth is, mine--and I am my own! There are none to molest or make me
+afraid with the useless importunities or warnings of friendship. My
+destiny is my own; and it is pleasant not to care what I may be or do.
+Pleasure is now; sorrow is prospective; and life will be only pleasure,
+because I let the past and the future go, and crowd as many happy thoughts
+as possible into the present moment.
+
+What a spacious plain of the world! Dotted with habitations and with men
+of all colors, and customs, and conditions! Every one thinks he possesses
+a soul; and in virtue thereof, he considers himself entitled to set up as
+an independent existence, and endeavors to move in a little path of his
+own. But in fact, he plods humbly along, and repeats with patient toil the
+example of labor and unspeculating perseverance that his fathers have set
+him. A vast multitude, they darken the land! Mighty hopes and aspirations
+swell each small bosom. Each imagines that his designs are peculiar, and
+for him in particular was every thing mainly made. An unceasing rush of
+footsteps and clash of voices! And must I be confounded in the crowd? Let
+me preserve my individuality in the desert! If I were not an insect, it
+might be different; but as I am no larger than other men, I will not daily
+measure myself by their standard; I will forget in solitude the littleness
+of my stature.
+
+The shades of evening tinge the green of the fields with a darker hue; and
+the young farmer goes wearily and yet lightly homeward. Lightly, for he
+leaves behind him labor and trouble, and his fair-haired wife will greet
+him with her constant and love-lit smile. Cheerily will the small family
+draw around their board, covered with the simple and satisfying products
+of their own soil. And when all care is ended, when night is duskily
+stealing over the earth, he and his bride will sit down alone in their
+cottage door, in the red light of the western clouds. Over all the dim
+landscape there are no sights or sounds; and in themselves there are no
+feelings but those of contentment and love. In his strong palm her soft
+hand, on his broad breast reclining her head, their hearts are filled and
+overflow with sweet thoughts and gentle words of present happiness. Fair
+prospects also of the future rise up before them. Many years crowned with
+prosperity they see in store for them; and in each one, many an evening
+like this, of deep confiding love. Hour after hour, into the deepening
+night, their low tones and slow words murmur on brokenly; and they know of
+nothing in all the world that is wanting to their blessedness. What if the
+dream should last all their life? It may; or if this passes away, another
+will take its place. The question then seems to be, whether it is better
+to live in a delusion and be happy, or to wake and be miserable? Whether
+it is profitable for a man to walk joyfully through life, covering and
+coloring over every defect in human nature that he may love it, and keep
+within him a contented heart, or industriously spy out its deformities,
+and hate it and himself for possessing it? If nature is in reality naked
+and rugged, happy is he whose imagination can throw over her a robe of
+grace. Most happy he who _can_ see in his fellow-creatures such qualities
+that he can love them. For me, I will love sterner scenes and sterner
+thoughts. Human beauty is an illusion; and it does not become the sober
+wisdom of manhood to be deceived by it. The young farmer and his young
+wife may be happy; and so may those who find delight in the crowded hall
+where taste and beauty meet; where are the sounds of clear-ringing,
+girlish voices, and many glancing feet, and the innumerable light of
+maiden's eyes, and heavy folds of auburn hair, and the flush of thought
+and emotion continually passing over fair faces, with the swell of music
+that thrills, and the air laden with fragrance that intoxicates. Or in the
+still twilight, by the side of her whose every note makes his pulse to
+tremble with the breathing of song, and the incense of flowers, and
+forgetfulness of the world, to feel the thought stealing over his heart
+that perhaps he is not uncared for. It is sweet, but vain; sweet and vain
+as the smiling, blushing slumber of a young girl. Dream on! dream on! for
+if you can always sleep, what will matter to you the storms and confusion
+without?
+
+But as for me, I cannot sleep. Every thing my eye rests on is harsh and
+ungraceful, because, having passed through the seven-times heated furnace,
+I _must_ look through the covering and see the reality.
+
+
+MOONLIGHT ON THE RIVER AND PRAIRIE.
+
+Wearily I mount this steep eminence, and on its bald summit take off my
+hat, that I may feel the cool breeze. It comes fresh with the dew that it
+has snatched in its flight from the bosom of Lake Superior. It rolls over
+the tall grass of the prairie, which bends beneath its weight, sighs by
+me, and seems to cling to me as it passes, and moves on toward the arid
+plains of the South. The Ohio sweeps down in calmness and majesty. With
+its surface of quicksilver, and the little waves dancing up in gladness,
+and its heavy dull wash, it rolls along its mighty mass of waters,
+hastening to pour itself into the mightier mass of the Mississippi.
+Occasionally a giant tree, torn from its place, and cast root and branch
+into the flood, comes booming down, and glides swiftly past on its long,
+long race. Pleasantly the ripples break over the prostrate monarch of the
+forest that is lodged against the beach, and projects, branchless and
+barkless, into the stream; and mournfully the worn trunk sways up and
+down, as though tired of this rocking which has continued the same year
+after year; weary, and desiring to be at rest. Floods come rushing down
+upon floods with heavy tread, glance successively under the moonlight that
+is poured into the channel before me, and then are forced forward into the
+darkness of the future. But every wave seems as full of joy as though for
+it alone was the moonlight sent, and as though there were not unnumbered
+millions of waves to succeed it. Every little wave leaps up as it comes
+under the light, and smiles toward the round-faced orb above, who seems to
+smile back upon it. Thou small thing, thou art a fool! The queen, in the
+beam of whose countenance thou disportest thyself, is altogether deceitful
+and loves thee not. She has smiled as kindly on thousands who have gone
+before thee, and will upon thousands who shall come after thee. And more
+than all, she would send down just as bright and loving a glance, if thou
+and all thy race had never existed. How then canst thou say, 'I love her,'
+or, 'she loves me?'
+
+But perhaps it is not so. When I look again, each one of the great
+multitude appears aware of its own insignificance. Jostled, confined,
+crowded and confused, they go tumbling by, regardless of all above or
+below, and engrossed with their own fleeting existence. Not remembering
+whence they came, they take no thought of the present, and are utterly
+careless of the future. For what would it profit? Their business, and it
+is business enough, is to dispute and fight with each other for room to
+move in. All thoughts as to whither they are hastening, must be doubtful,
+angry and despairing; and care of any thing present, except what concerns
+the present instant, would be useless. Therefore they resign themselves to
+be drawn onward and downward unresistingly; and therein are they wise. But
+whether joyful, or despairing, or not feeling at all, the waters roll by,
+an unceasing flood; and with their rushing dull roar in my ear, my eye
+rests on a scene of beauty and quietness. Far away to the northward and
+westward, and still farther away, stretches an immense plain. Rolling
+hillocks, like the waves of the sea after a storm, and at long intervals,
+a few stunted shrubs, alone diversify the prospect. Vast, unmeasured,
+Nature's unenclosed meadow, the prairie, is spread out! The tall grass
+waves gently and rustlingly to the breeze; and down upon it settles the
+moonlight, in a dim silver-gossamer veil, like that which to the mind's
+eye is thrown over the mountains and ruins and castles of the Old World,
+by the high-born daring and graces of chivalry, the wand of Genius, and
+the lapse of solemn years. With the same painful feeling of boundlessness,
+of vastness that will not be grasped by the imagination, that one feels in
+sailing on the ocean, there is also an air of still, stern desolation
+brooding upon the plain. It may be that at some former day, the punishment
+of fire swept over it, consuming its towering offspring, and laying bare
+and scorching its bosom; and now the proud sufferer, naked and chained,
+endures the summer's heat and the winter's storms, with no sighing herbage
+or wailing tree to tell to the winds its wo.
+
+A single snow-white cloud slumbers and floats far up in the heavens; the
+moon is gliding slowly down the western arch; and the vast dome, studded
+with innumerable brilliants, 'fretted with golden fires,' rests its
+northern and western edge on the plain, its southern on blue
+mountain-tops, its eastern on the forests, and shuts us, the river, the
+prairie, the moon and I, together and alone. And here will we dwell
+together alone! Sweet companions will ye be to me; and standing here on
+this eminence, I promise to love you. I promise to come here often, and to
+hold communion with you. I will put away all thoughts of sorrow, all
+swellings of bitterness, from my mind. Contentedly, calmly, unheedingly,
+will we let the years pass by; for what will it matter to us? Oh! ye are
+dear to me! Your _voice_ is not heard, yet comes there constantly to my
+ear the murmur of your song. You speak to me in music and poetry; and
+while I listen, my thoughts revert only with shuddering to the vain world
+I have left behind. Thus let us converse always. This vaulted firmament
+which shuts down upon us now, let it be immoveable, and enclose us
+forever; here let the wanderings of the wanderer cease, and here will we
+live together and alone!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And we _have_ lived here many years. The lessons of my constant companions
+have calmed and elevated me to a gentler and better spirit. From them I
+have learned humility as well as self-reliance; while from the history of
+the actions and thoughts of men in past ages, I have learned perhaps
+something of the machinery of human nature. The forms of the noblest of
+preceding generations, and the shapes of beauty which their imaginations
+have conceived and made to live, visit me at my bidding. But among all the
+pictures that daily rise up before my eyes, the brightest, the most
+beautiful, the most loved, are the sweet faces of the friends of my early
+years. There are no regrets or repinings when I look back now; it must be
+that it has all been for the best, that every thing is for the best, and I
+am at peace. The recollection of madness and folly, of a life useless, of
+energies wasted, do not disturb the calmness of my soul. The error has
+been great, but I feel it; and in the next state of existence I shall be
+wiser and more active. If I have wantonly and recklessly turned away from
+the offered happiness of society and of the world, it has, in the end,
+been better for me, for I have found another, a purer and more lasting.
+
+Thus I look cheerfully on, and see the sands of my life run out. They fall
+faster and faster, as their number is diminished, and time flies by me
+with constantly accelerating speed. 'Oh, my days are swifter than a
+weaver's shuttle!'--the _last one_ I see but a little distance before me;
+it will soon be here; and I shall step forth with a joyful, courageous
+heart, into the indistinct, dimly-revealed future!
+
+
+
+
+TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.
+
+BY REV. GEORGE W. BETHUNE.
+
+
+  Suffenus, whom we both have known so well,
+  No other man in manners can excel;
+  Facetious, courteous, affable, urbane.
+  The world's approval he is sure to gain.
+  But, would you think it? he has now essayed
+  To be a bard, and countless verses made;
+  Perhaps ten thousand, perhaps ten times more,
+  For none but he could ever count them o'er;
+  Not scribbled down on scraps, as one does when
+  In careless rhymes we only try our pen,
+  But in a gilt-edged book, all richly bound,
+  The writing ornate with a care profound,
+  Rich silken cords to mark each favorite part,
+  The cover, ev'n, a monument of art.
+  Yet as you read, Suffenus, who till then
+  Seemed the most pleasant of all gentlemen,
+  Becomes offensive as the country boor,
+  Who milks rank goats beside his cottage door,
+  Or digs foul ditches: such a change is wrought
+  By rhymes with neither sense nor music fraught.
+  So crazed is he with this same wretched rhyme,
+  That never does he know so blest a time
+  As when he writes away, and fondly deems
+  He rivals Homer's god-enraptured dreams;
+  And wonders in his pride, himself to see,
+  The very pattern-pink of poesy.
+  Alas! Suffenus, while I laugh at thee,
+  The world, for aught I know, may laugh at me.
+  It is the madness of each one to pride
+  Himself on that 'twere better far to hide;
+  Nor know the faults in that peculiar sack
+  Which AEsop says is hanging at his back.
+
+
+
+
+THE PAINTED ROCK.
+
+BY CHARLES F. POWELL.
+
+
+The tract of country through which meanders the Tennessee river, for wild,
+sublime and picturesque scenery, is scarcely surpassed by any in the
+United States. This river was anciently called the Hogohege, and also
+Cherokee river: it takes its rise in the mountains of Virginia, in the
+thirty-seventh degree of latitude, and pursues a course of one thousand
+miles south and south-west nearly to the thirty-fourth degree of latitude,
+receiving from both sides large tributary streams. It then changes its
+direction to the north, circuitously winding until it mingles with the
+waters of the Ohio, sixty miles from its mouth. There is a place near the
+summit of the Cumberland mountains, which extends from the great Kenhawa
+to the Tennessee, where there is a very remarkable ledge of rocks, thirty
+miles in length and nearly two hundred feet high, showing a perpendicular
+face to the south-east, which for grandeur and magnificence surpass any
+fortification of art in the known world. It has been the modern
+hypothesis, that all the upper branches of the Tennessee formerly forced
+their way through this stupendous pile.
+
+On the Tennessee, about four hundred and fifty miles from its mouth, and
+nearly two hundred above what is called Muscle-Shoals, there is another
+ledge of rocks stretching along the shore to the extent of one mile, with
+a perpendicular front toward the river, of the most perfect regularity.
+This ledge varies in height from thirty to three hundred feet, being much
+the highest at the centre, and diminishing at each end into ragged cliffs
+of rock and broken land. This variegated surface extends for many miles,
+affording a constant succession of fanciful and romantic views. The whole
+rocky formation in this vicinity is composed of a light gray lime-stone,
+indented with broad dark lines formed by the dripping of the water which
+falls from the scanty covering of soil on the top to the deep channel
+below. The thin surface of soil sustains a shabby, stinted growth of fir,
+oak, and other trees, which seldom grow above the height of tall
+shrubbery. From the crevices of the rock also may occasionally be seen a
+tree of diminutive dimensions springing out with scarcely a particle of
+visible sustenance for its roots. The shrubbery upon the peak of this
+acclivity presents a curious appearance as it hangs over the ascent, not
+unlike the bushy eye-brows of a sullen and frowning face. With this ledge
+of rocks terminate the Cumberland mountains, which cross the State of
+Tennessee to the margin of the river. The stream here flows nearly west,
+through a beautiful valley of alluvial land, formed by the Cumberland
+mountains and a continuation of the Blue Ridge of Virginia. Immediately
+opposite the termination of the Cumberland mountains commences a broken
+and rocky surface, which extends along the shore of the river for many
+miles, presenting the most varied and novel scenery in nature; while the
+other shore is level, fertile, and mostly in a high state of cultivation,
+abounding in verdant fields of meadow, corn and tobacco.
+
+The middle portion of the ledge _proper_, which I have described, rises
+nearly or quite three hundred feet above the level of the river; a vast
+wall of solid lime-stone, echoing with never-ceasing moans the gurgling
+current of the river, which at this place is deep and very rapid; and has
+worn a series of caves and hollows in the base of the rock, which
+contribute greatly to this 'language of the waters.'
+
+The summit or peak of this ledge in the centre is called '_The Painted
+Rock_.' It is so called from the fact of there being, about sixty feet
+below the highest peak, letters and characters painted in different
+colors, and evidently drawn by a tutored hand. What is most remarkable,
+these paintings are upon the perpendicular face of the rock, probably two
+hundred feet above the river, and in a place where there is no apparent
+possibility for mortal man to arrive. They are composed of the initials of
+two persons, together with characters and drawings, some of which are
+illegible from the river. The first consists of the letters 'J. W. H.,'
+quite well done in dark blue or green paint. The next is 'A. L. S.,' done
+in red, and also a trefoil leaf of clover in green, beside several rude
+characters and drawings in blue and red. The traveller passing this
+interesting spot gazes with wonder and astonishment, but is referred to
+tradition for a history of the circumstances which led to the name of
+Painted Rock; for the paintings were drawn and the name given, long before
+the country was permanently settled by the whites. The story handed down
+is this:
+
+The original possessors of the soil in this part of the country were the
+tribes of Cherokee and Chicasaw Indians. The country was explored as early
+as 1745, by a company who had grants of land from the government, and
+settlements commenced previous to the French war. Of the first-comers of
+whites there were not more than sixty families, who were either destroyed
+or driven off before the end of the following year. Some few families had
+settled at a place not far distant from the Painted Rock, where lived a
+Cherokee Sagamore, named Shagewana, whose tribe was considered the most
+inhuman of any in the nation. The top of the rock is flat, and slopes back
+from the river, and at the base is a large spring surrounded by bushes.
+Shagewana occupied the summit of the acclivity as his council-ground; and
+when danger was apprehended from the whites, or when an innovation was
+made on his limits, he forthwith called his warriors together for
+consultation, and set fire to faggots and other combustibles as a signal
+for his neighbors to advance to his aid. The whites settled near the
+Painted Rock at this time were mostly composed of traders, who had brought
+various articles of clothing and ornaments to dispose of to the Indians;
+and under the assurance of the Chicasaws, who rarely commenced the work of
+destruction on the whites, that they should be unmolested, built up a
+cluster of huts, and cleared a small territory for the raising of corn and
+other vegetables.
+
+Shagewana from some cause became incensed toward them, and resolved to
+burn the buildings and destroy their inhabitants. He called his people
+together, and the war-cry was sounded throughout the mountains. Taking
+advantage of the night, they surrounded the settlement, and applying
+torches to the dwellings, rushed into the midst with tomahawk in hand, and
+murdered all save two young men, who fought so bravely that they spared
+their lives in order to torture them with more prolonged sufferings. The
+names of these young men it is said were HARRIS and SNELLING. They were
+bound and taken to the rock, where the savages went through a dance, as
+was their custom after a victory had been achieved; and as day-light
+advanced, they prepared a feast. Harris and Snelling were placed under
+keepers, who amused themselves by tormenting their unhappy prisoners in
+various ways; such as pricking them with their knives, cutting off small
+pieces of their ears and fingers, and pulling out clumps of their hair.
+Before the close of the day, the captives feigning sleep, the Indians left
+them for a moment and went to the spring for water. Thereupon the young
+men burst their bands and escaped into the bushes. Crawling upon the other
+side of the rock, and being hotly pursued, it is supposed that they were
+forced upon a narrow projection, about twelve inches wide, and four feet
+below the inscription, where with some paint or coloring substance which
+they carried about them they traced the characters to which we have
+referred, and which have given the place the name of 'THE PAINTED ROCK.'
+The fate of the young men is not positively known; but it is believed that
+they were discovered and hurled down the precipice.
+
+
+
+
+LINES TO J. T. OF IRELAND.
+
+BY THE AUTHOR OF 'HINTS ON ETIQUETTE.'
+
+
+  A heartless flirt! with false and wicked eye,
+  Dost thou not feel thyself a living lie?
+  Dost thou not hear the 'still small voice' upbraid
+  Thy inmost conscience for the part thou'st played?
+  How mean the wish to victimize that one
+  Who ne'er had wooed thee, hadst thou not begun!
+  Who mark'd with pain thy saddened gaze on him,
+  Doom'd but to fall a martyr to thy whim;
+  Whose pallid cheek might win a fiend to spare,
+  Or soothe the sorrows that had blanched his hair:
+  Oh, cold-laid plan! drawn on from day to day
+  To meet the looks thou failed not to display,
+  Seeking at such a price another's peace,
+  To feed the cravings of thy vain caprice;
+  Led him to think that thou wert all his own,
+  Then froze his passion with a heart of stone.
+  Lured by thy wiles, he gave that holiest gift,
+  A noble soul, before he saw thy drift;
+  He watched thy bosom heave, he heard thee sigh,
+  Nor deem'd such looks could cover treachery;
+  That one so proud _could_ stoop to simulate
+  The purest feelings of this earthly state.
+  Yet words were useless, where no sense of blame
+  Could start a tear, nor tinge thy cheek with shame.
+  More merciful than thou to him, he prays
+  No pangs like his may wound thy lingering days;
+  Implores thy sins to him may be forgiven,
+  And leaves thee to the clemency of Heaven.
+
+                                                            C. W. DAY.
+
+
+
+
+LITERARY NOTICES.
+
+
+ POEMS BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. In one volume. pp. 279. Cambridge: JOHN
+ OWEN. New-York: WILEY AND PUTNAM.
+
+Two years ago Mr. LOWELL presented the public with a volume of poems,
+which after being read and blamed and praised with a most bewildering
+variety of opinion, lived through it all, and remained as a permanent
+specimen of unformed but most promising genius. Modest however as the
+offering was, it was duly valued by discerning judges, not so much for its
+own ripe excellence, as for its appearing a happy token of something else.
+In the major part of the annual soarings into _Cloud-land_ which alarm the
+world, we seem to see the sum total of the aspirant's power. We feel that
+he has shown us _all_, and done his best; that the force of his cleverness
+could go no farther; and we are willing to give him his penny of praise,
+and thereby purchase a pleasant oblivion of him and his forevermore. In
+this attempt of Mr. LOWELL'S it was impossible not to see that there lay
+more beyond. We felt that however boldly he might have dived, he did not
+yet 'bring up the bottom,' as the swimmer's phrase goes. The faults of his
+poems were perceptible enough, yet even these were the blemishes of latent
+strength, and the book was every where welcomed with a hope. We have now
+to notice the appearance of a second proof of Mr. LOWELL'S activity of
+faculty, in another and larger volume. It confirms the faith of those who
+read the former one. There is, throughout, the manifestation of growth; of
+a continuous advance toward a more decided character. Yet it is not
+without incompleteness of expression; it smacks of immaturity still; but
+it is the immaturity which presages a man.
+
+The longest, and although not the most pleasing, yet perhaps the best poem
+in the volume is the 'Legend of Brittany,' a romantic story, fringed with
+rhyme. It contains but one bad line, and that one the first in the book:
+'Fair as a summer dream was MARGARET.' It is not only vague, but
+common-place: there is no particular reason that we know of why a summer
+dream should be fairer than a winter dream; and we cannot think that the
+poet meant to make use of that figure of speech called _amphibology_,
+although the line will bear a double interpretation. The legend is of the
+guilty amour of MORDRED, a Knight Templar, with a fair innocent who, upon
+the point of becoming a mother, is slain by her lover at evening, in the
+wood. Hereupon---- But let the poet speak:
+
+  His crime complete, scarce knowing what he did,
+    (So goes the tale,) beneath the altar there
+  In the high church the stiffening corpse he hid,
+    And then, to 'scape that suffocating air,
+  Like a scared ghoule out of the porch he slid;
+    But his strained eyes saw blood-spots everywhere,
+  And ghastly faces thrust themselves between
+  His soul and hopes of peace with blasting mien.
+
+It should be observed that Mordred, bound as a Templar by the strictest
+laws of chastity, is aiming at the 'high grand-mastership,' and
+consequently suffers not only the remorse of the murderer, but the dread
+of that defeat which his ambition must encounter in the discovery of his
+deed. His character is ably delineated; perhaps too nicely drawn, for so
+brief a tale, since the interest momentarily awakened in the 'dark, proud
+man,'
+
+        ----'whose half-blown youth
+  Had shed its blossoms even in opening,'
+
+is immediately lost in the horror of the catastrophe. But to pursue the
+outline of the story:
+
+  Now, on the second day, there was to be
+    A festival in church: from far and near
+  Came flocking in the sun-burnt peasantry,
+    And knights and dames with stately antique cheer,
+  Blazing with pomp, as if all faerie
+    Had emptied her quaint halls, or, as it were,
+  The illuminated marge of some old book,
+  While we were gazing, life and motion took.
+
+       *     *     *     *     *
+
+  Then swelled the organ: up through choir and nave
+    The music trembled with an inward thrill
+  Of bliss at its own grandeur: wave on wave
+    Its flood of mellow thunder rose, until
+  The hushed air shivered with the throb it gave,
+    Then, poising for a moment, it stood still,
+  And sank and rose again, to burst in spray
+    That wandered into silence far away.
+
+The whole of the description of this choir-service is equally beautiful
+with these stanzas; yet it may be objected that it in some degree impedes
+the progress of narration; and the tale is of that sort which will scarce
+brook any delay in the telling. But to continue. During the chanting, a
+breathless pause comes over the congregation; the music hushes; all eyes
+are drawn by some strange impulse toward the altar; and while all is mute
+and watchful, the voice of Margaret is heard from heaven, imploring a
+baptism for her unborn babe. The author himself cannot feel more sensibly
+than ourselves the injustice of thus patching together the beauteous
+fragments of his sorrowful and melodious history in so hugger-mugger a
+way; but MAGA is peremptory, and hints to us that we cannot command the
+scope of the 'Edinburgh Review:' The voice ceases to thrill the wondering
+multitude, and the poet thus proceeds:
+
+  Then the pale priests, with ceremony due
+    Baptized the child within its dreadful tomb,
+  Beneath that mother's heart, whose instinct true
+    Star-like had battled down the triple gloom
+  Of sorrow, love, and death: young maidens, too,
+    Strewed the pale corpse with many a milk-white bloom,
+  And parted the bright hair, and on the breast
+  Crossed the unconscious hands in sign of rest.
+
+It is an indication of Mr. LOWELL'S capabilities for a more extended theme
+that the second part of this poem is superior to the first. It is not
+merely that the interest of the story increases, but the verse is more
+compressed, the expressions are more graphic, and the flow of the stanza
+is finer and more natural. The opening lines are as vivid and impressive
+as a passage from Tasso:
+
+  'As one who, from the sunshine and the green,
+    Enters the solid darkness of a cave,
+  Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen
+    May yawn before him with its sudden grave,
+  And, with hushed breath, doth often forward lean,
+    Deeming he hears the plashing of a wave
+  Dimly below, or feels a damper air
+  From out some dreary chasm, he knows not where;
+    So from the sunshine and the green of Love,
+  We enter on our story's darker part,' etc.
+
+The faults of the whole production are the necessary ones of all young
+writers of original power; a too ready faculty of imitation, and a lack of
+conciseness. The poets whom Mr. LOWELL mostly reminds us of, in his
+faults, are SHELLY and SHAKSPEARE; the juvenile SHAKSPEARE, we
+mean--SHAKSPEARE the sonnetteer. Both in the 'Revolt of Islam' and
+'Tarquin and Lucrece,' blemishes resembling his own constantly occur. It
+will nevertheless be gratifying to his many ardent admirers to perceive
+that on the whole he has exhibited a more definite approach to what he is
+capable of accomplishing, and that in proportion as he has grown less
+vague and ethereal, less fond of personifying sounds and sentiments, so
+has he advanced toward a more manly and enduring standard of excellence.
+'Prometheus' is the next longest poem, and it has afforded us great
+gratification. It might almost be mistaken for the breath of AESCHYLUS,
+except that it contains sparkles of freedom that even the warm soul of the
+Greek could never have felt. The first two lines glitter with light:
+
+  'One after one the stars have risen and set,
+  Sparkling upon the hoar-frost on my chain.'
+
+Although, rhyme is no tyrant to our poet, yet he seems to take a fuller
+swing when free from its influence; and the verse which he employs for the
+vehicle of his thoughts in this genuine poem is peculiarly adapted to the
+grandeur and dignity of his subject. This composition will stand the true
+test of poetry; a test which many immortal verses cannot abide, for it
+will bear translation into prose without loss of beauty or power: it
+contains more thoughts than lines, and although abounding in high poetic
+imaginings, the spirit of true philosophy which it contains is superior to
+the poetry.
+
+Of Mr. LOWELL'S shorter specimens we may remark, in contradistinction to
+what has been said of the Legend of Brittany, that so far as they resemble
+the _kind_ of his former productions, so far in short as they are
+re-castings of himself, they do him injustice. We now feel that he is
+capable of stronger and loftier efforts, and are unwilling to overlook in
+his later compositions the flaws that are wilfully copied from his own
+volume. The public demand that he should go onward, and not wander back to
+dally among flowers that have been plucked before, and were then accepted
+for their freshness. He must devote himself to subjects of wider
+importance, and give his imaginations a more permanent foothold upon the
+hearts of men. His love-poems, though many of them would have added grace
+to his _first_ collection, fail to excite our admiration _equally_ in
+this. We do not say that he had exhausted panegyric before; far less would
+we insinuate that passion itself is exhaustible; and yet there is a point
+where to pause might be more graceful than to go on: '_Sunt certi denique
+fines._' Did any one ever wish that even PETRARCH had written more? Mr.
+LOWELL then ought to consider this, and begin to build upon a broader
+foundation than his own territory, beautiful as it may be, of private and
+personal fancies and affections. Perhaps there is no exception to the law
+that love should always be the first impulse that leads an ardent soul to
+poesy. (By poesy we do not mean school-exercises, and prize heroics
+approved by a committee of literary gentlemen.) On this account, it may
+be, that a young poet is always anxious to walk upon the ground where he
+first felt his strength, considering that a minstrel without love were as
+powerless, to adopt the Rev. SIDNEY SMITH'S jocose but not altogether
+clerical illustration, as Sampson in a wig. Mr. LOWELL evinces the firmest
+faith in his passion, which is evidently as sincere as it is
+well-bestowed. It is from this perhaps that he derives a corresponding
+faith in his productions, which always seems proportionate to his love of
+his subject. Let him be assured however that he is not always the
+strongest when he feels the most so, nor must he mistake the absence of
+this feeling for a symptom of diminished power. Should he be at any time
+inclined to such a self-estimate, let him refer his judgment to his
+'Prometheus' and 'Rhoecus.' In his 'Ode' also, and his 'Glance behind the
+Curtain,' there is much to embolden him toward the highest endeavors in
+what he would perhaps disdain to call his Art. Poesy, notwithstanding,
+_is_ an _Art_, which even HORACE and DRYDEN did not scorn to consider
+such; and our poet ought to remember that he is bound not only to utter
+his own sentiments and fantasies according to his own impulse, but
+moreover to consult in some degree the ears of the world: the poet's task
+is double; to speak FROM himself indeed, but TO the hearing of others. The
+contempt which a man of genius feels for the mere mechanicism of verse and
+rhyme may naturally enough lead him to affect an inattention to it; but in
+this he only benefits the school of smoother artists by allowing them at
+least _one_ superiority. If he accuses them of being silly, they can
+retort that he is ugly.
+
+Our author in this second volume has given the small carpers who pick at
+the 'eds' of past participles, and stickle for old-fashioned _moon_-shine
+instead of moon-_shine_, fewer causes of complaint. His diction is
+well-chosen and befitting his themes; and this is a characteristic which
+peculiarly marks the true artist, if it does not indicate the true genius.
+His execution, his 'style of handling,' is adapted to his subject; an
+excellence in which too many artists, whether painters or poets, are sadly
+deficient. In this respect his performances and those of his friend PAGE
+may be hung together. From the stately and dignified lines of 'Prometheus'
+to the jetty, dripping verse of 'The Fountain,' the step is very wide. How
+full of sparkling, brilliant effects are these joyous lines?
+
+  Into the sunshine,
+    Full of the light,
+  Leaping and flashing
+    From morn till night!
+
+  Into the moonlight,
+    Whiter than snow,
+  Waving so flower-like
+    When the winds blow!
+
+Mr. LOWELL occasionally makes use of somewhat quaint, Spenserian
+expressions, but generally with peculiar effect. His abundant fancy seems
+to find its natural garb in the short and expressive phraseology of those
+old English writers of whom he manifests on all occasions so thorough an
+appreciation. As a sweet specimen, although a careless one, of his power
+of combining deep feeling with the most picturesque imagery, we select one
+of his lightest touches--'Forgetfulness:'
+
+  There is a haven of sure rest
+    From the loud world's bewildering stress:
+  As a bird dreaming on her nest,
+  As dew hid in a rose's breast,
+  As Hesper in the glowing West;
+        So the heart sleeps
+        In thy calm deeps,
+      Serene Forgetfulness!
+
+  No sorrow in that place may be,
+    The noise of life grows less and less:
+  As moss far down within the sea,
+  As, in white lily caves, a bee,
+  As life in a hazy reverie;
+        So the heart's wave
+        In thy dim cave,
+      Hushes, Forgetfulness!
+
+  Duty and care fade far away,
+    What toil may be we cannot guess:
+  As a ship anchored in a bay,
+  As a cloud at summer-noon astray,
+  As water-blooms in a breezeless day;
+        So, 'neath thine eyes,
+        The full heart lies,
+      And dreams, Forgetfulness!
+
+'The Shepherd of King Admetus' is exceedingly graceful and delicate, but
+it is too long to be quoted entire, and too perfect to be disjointed. We
+must reluctantly skip 'Fatherland,' 'The Inheritance,' 'The Moon,'
+'Rhoecus,' and other favorites, until we come to 'L'Envoi,' where our
+author once more throws his arms aloft, free from the incumbrance of
+rhyme. This poem is inscribed to 'M. W.,' his heart's idol. The warm
+affection which radiates from its lines, it is not to be mistaken, is an
+out-flowing of pure human love. Among these personal feelings, touching
+which we have 'said our say,' we find the following; which in _one_
+respect so forcibly illustrates what we have written within these two
+weeks to a western correspondent, that we cannot forbear to quote it here:
+
+  Thou art not of those niggard souls, who deem
+  That poesy is but to jingle words,
+  To string sweet sorrows for apologies
+  To hide the barrenness of unfurnished hearts,
+  To prate about the surfaces of things,
+  And make more thread-bare what was quite worn out:
+  Our common thoughts are deepest, and to give
+  Such beauteous tones to these, as needs must take
+  Men's hearts their captives to the end of time,
+  So that who hath not the choice gift of words
+  Takes these into his soul, as welcome friends,
+  To make sweet music of his joys and woes,
+  And be all Beauty's swift interpreter,
+  Links of bright gold 'twixt Nature and his heart
+  This is the errand high of Poesy.
+
+       *     *     *     *     *
+
+  They tell us that our land was made for song,
+  With its huge rivers and sky-piercing peaks,
+  Its sea-like lakes and mighty cataracts,
+  Its forests vast and hoar, and prairies wide,
+  And mounds that tell of wondrous tribes extinct;
+  But Poesy springs not from rocks and woods;
+  Her womb and cradle are the human heart,
+  And she can find a nobler theme for song
+  In the most loathsome man that blasts the sight,
+  Than in the broad expanse of sea and shore
+  Between the frozen deserts of the poles.
+  All nations have their message from on high,
+  Each the messiah of some central thought,
+  For the fulfilment and delight of Man:
+  One has to teach that Labor is divine;
+  Another, Freedom; and another, Mind;
+  And all, that GOD is open-eyed and just,
+  The happy centre and calm heart of all.
+
+It is impossible to read such sentiments as these, without feeling our
+hearts open to him who gives them utterance. Mr. LOWELL is one of those
+writers who gain admiration for their verses and lovers for themselves. We
+can pay him no higher compliment.
+
+There is nothing in the title-page or appearance of this elegant volume to
+indicate that it is not published in Cambridge, England; but unlike the
+majority of American books of poetry, any page in the work will give out
+too strong an odor of Bunker-Hill, though we find no allusion to that
+sacred eminence, to allow the reader to remain long in doubt of its
+paternity. Although we hold that any writing worthy of being called poetry
+must be of universal acceptance, and adapted to the longings and
+necessities of the entire human family, as the same liquid element
+quenches the thirst of the inhabitants of the tropics and the poles, yet
+every age and every clime must of necessity tincture its own productions.
+We do not therefore diminish in the slightest degree the high poetical
+pretensions of Mr. LOWELL'S poems, when we claim for them a national
+character, silent though they be upon 'the stars and stripes,' and a
+complexion which no other age of the world than our own could have given.
+They are not only American poems, but they are poems of the nineteenth
+century. There is a spirit of freedom, of love for GOD and MAN, that
+broods over them, which our partiality for our own country makes us too
+ready perhaps to claim as the natural offspring of our land and laws. The
+volume is dedicated to WILLIAM PAGE, the painter, in a bit of as sweet and
+pure language as can be found in English prose. It might be tacked on to
+one of DRYDEN'S dedications without creating an incongruous feeling. The
+dedication is as honorable to the poet as to the painter. Had all
+dedications been occasioned by such feelings as gave birth to this, these
+graceful and fitting tributes of affection and gratitude would never have
+dwindled away to the cold and scanty lines, like an epitaph on a charity
+tomb-stone, in which they appear, when they appear at all, in most modern
+books.
+
+
+  THIRTY YEARS PASSED AMONG THE PLAYERS IN ENGLAND AND AMERICA.
+  Interspersed with Anecdotes and Reminiscences of a Variety of Persons
+  connected with the Drama during the Theatrical Life of JOE COWELL,
+  Comedian. Written by himself. In one volume, pp. 103. New-York: HARPER
+  AND BROTHERS.
+
+Of all the pages in English memoirs, none are so rich in humor and various
+observation as those devoted to the players. CARLYLE somewhere says, that
+the _only_ good biographies are those of actors; and he gives for a reason
+their want of respectability! Being 'vagabonds' by law in England, the
+truth of their histories he tells us is not varnished over by delicate
+omissions. The first branch of this assumption is certainly true, whatever
+cause may be at the bottom of it; and Mr. COWELL, in the very entertaining
+volume before us, has added another proof of the correctness of Herr
+TEUFELSDROeCKH'S flattering conclusions. His narrative is rambling,
+various, instructive, and amusing. He plunges at once _in medias res_; and
+being in himself an epitome of his class; of their successes, excitements,
+reverses and depressions; he paints as he goes along a most graphic
+picture of the life of an actor. We shall follow his own desultory method;
+and proceed without farther prelude to select here and there a 'bit' from
+his well-filled 'budget of fun.' Let us open it with this common portrait
+of a vain querulous, complaining Thespian, who is never appreciated, never
+rewarded:
+
+    'I was seated in the reading-room of the hotel, thinking away the
+    half hour before dinner, when my attention was attracted by a
+    singularly-looking man. He was dressed in a green coat,
+    brass-buttoned close up to the neck, light gray, approaching to
+    blue, elastic pantaloons, white cotton stockings, dress shoes,
+    with more riband employed to fasten them than was either useful or
+    ornamental; a hat, smaller than those usually worn, placed rather
+    on one side of a head of dark curly hair; fine black eyes, and
+    what altogether would have been pronounced a handsome face, but
+    for an overpowering expression of impudence and vulgarity; a sort
+    of footman-out-of-place-looking creature; his hands were thrust
+    into the pockets of his coat behind, and in consequence exposing a
+    portion of his person, as ridiculously, and perhaps as
+    unconsciously, as a turkey-cock does when he intends to make
+    himself very agreeable. He was walking rather fancifully up and
+    down the room, partly singing, partly whistling '_The Bay of
+    Biscay O_,' and at the long-lived, but most nonsensical chorus, he
+    shook the fag-ends of his divided coat tail, as if in derision of
+    that fatal 'short sea,' so well known and despised in that
+    salt-water burial-place. I was pretending to read a paper, when a
+    carrier entered, and placed a play-bill before me on the table. I
+    had taken it up and began perusing it, when he strutted up, and
+    leaning over my shoulder, said:
+
+    ''I beg pardon, Sir; just a moment.'
+
+    'I put it toward him.
+
+    ''No matter, Sir, no matter; I've seen all I want to see; the same
+    old two-and-sixpence; _Hamlet, Mr. Sandford_, in large letters;
+    _and Laertes, Mr. Vandenhoff_! O----!'
+
+    'And with an epithet not in any way alluding to the 'sweet South,'
+    he stepped off to the _Biscay_ tune, allegro. I was amused; and
+    perhaps the expression of my face encouraged him to return
+    instantly, and with the familiarity of an old acquaintance, for he
+    said:
+
+    ''My dear Sir, that's the way the profession is going to the
+    devil: here, Sir, is the '_manager_'--with a sneer--'one of the
+    d----dest humbugs that ever trod the stage, must have his name in
+    large letters, of _course_; and the _and_ Laertes, Mr. Vandenhoff;
+    he's a favorite of the Grand Mogul, as we call old Sandford, and
+    so he gets all the fat; and d'ye know why he's shoved down the
+    people's throats? Because he's so d----d bad the old man shows to
+    advantage alongside of him. Did you ever see him?'
+
+    'I shook my head.
+
+    ''Why, Sir, he's a tall, stooping, lantern-jawed,
+    asthmatic-voiced, spindle-shanked fellow.' Here he put his foot on
+    the rail of my chair, and slightly scratched the calf of his leg.
+    'Hair the color of a cock-canary,' thrusting his fingers through
+    his own coal-black ringlets; 'with light blue eyes, Sir, trimmed
+    with pink gymp. He hasn't been long caught; just from some nunnery
+    in Liverpool, or somewhere, where he was brought up as a Catholic
+    priest; and here he comes, with his Latin and Lancashire dialect,
+    to lick the manager's great toe, and be hanged to him, and gets
+    all the business; while men of talent, and nerve, and personal
+    appearance,' shifting his hands from his coat-pockets to those of
+    his tights, 'who have drudged in the profession for years, are
+    kept in the back-ground; 'tis enough to make a fellow swear!'
+
+    ''You, then, Sir, are an actor?' said I, calmly.
+
+    ''An actor! yes, Sir, I am an _actor_, and have been ever since I
+    was an infant in arms; played the child that cries in the third
+    act of the comedy of 'The Chances,' when it was got up with
+    splendor by Old Gerald, at Sheerness, when I was only nine weeks
+    old; and I recollect, that is, my mother told me, that I cried
+    louder, and more naturally, than any child they'd ever had.
+    _That's me_,' said he, pointing to the play-bill--_Horatio, Mr.
+    Howard_. 'I _used to make_ a great part of Horatio _once_; and I
+    can now send any Hamlet to h-ll in that character, when I give it
+    energy and pathos; but this nine-tailed bashaw of a manager
+    insists upon my keeping my 'madness in the back-ground,' as he
+    calls it, and so I just walk through it, speak the words, and make
+    it a poor, spooney, preaching son of a how-came-ye-so, and do no
+    more for it than the author has.'
+
+Mr. COWELL subsequently enlists under the same manager, and is received
+with great apparent cordiality by the members of his _corps dramatique_:
+'The loan of 'properties,' or any thing I have, is perfectly at your
+service,' was iterated by all. Howard said: 'My boy, by heavens, I'll lend
+you my blue tights; oh, you're perfectly welcome; I don't wear them till
+the farce; Banquo's one of my _flesh parts_; nothing like the naked truth;
+I'm h--l for nature. By-the-by, you'll often have to wear black smalls and
+stockings; I'll put you up to something; save your buying silks, darning,
+stitch-dropping, louse-ladders, and all that; grease your legs and
+burnt-cork 'em; it looks d----d well 'from the front.'' Mr. COWELL, it
+appears, was an artist of no mean pretensions; and while engaged on one
+occasion in sketching a picturesque view of Stoke Church, he was
+interrupted in rather a novel manner by a brother actor named REYMES,
+somewhat akin, we fancy, to his friend HOWARD, albeit 'excellent company:'
+
+    'Several times I was disturbed in my occupation, to look round to
+    inquire the cause of a crash, every now and then, like the
+    breaking of glass; and at length I caught a glimpse of Reymes,
+    slyly jerking a pebble, under his arm, through one of the windows.
+    I recollected twice, in walking home with him, late at night, from
+    the theatre, his quietly taking a brick-bat from out of his
+    coat-pocket and deliberately smashing it through the casement of
+    the Town Hall, and walking on and continuing his conversation as
+    if nothing had happened. Crack! again. I began to suspect an
+    abberration of intellect, and said:
+
+    ''Reymes, for heaven's sake what are you doing?'
+
+    ''Showing my gratitude,' said he; and crack! went another.
+
+    ''Showing the devil!' said I; 'you're breaking the church
+    windows.'
+
+    ''Why, I know it--certainly; what do you stare at?' said the
+    eccentric. 'I broke nearly every pane three weeks ago; I couldn't
+    hit them all. After you have broken a good many, the stones are
+    apt to go through the holes you've already made. They only
+    finished mending them the day before yesterday; I came out and
+    asked the men when they were likely to get done;' and clatter!
+    clatter! went another.
+
+    ''That's excellent!' said he, in great glee. 'I hit the frame just
+    in the right place; I knocked out two large ones that time.'
+
+    ''Reymes,' said I, with temper, 'if you don't desist, I must leave
+    off my drawing.'
+
+    ''Well,' said he, 'only this one,' and crack! it went; 'there!
+    I've done. Since it annoys you, I'll come by myself to-morrow and
+    finish the job; it's the only means in my power of proving my
+    gratitude.'
+
+    ''Proving your folly,' said I. 'Why, Reymes, you must be out of
+    your senses.'
+
+    ''Why, did I never tell you?' said he. 'Oh! then I don't wonder at
+    your surprise. I thought I had told you. I had an uncle, a
+    glazier, who died, and left me twenty pounds, and this
+    mourning-ring; and I therefore have made it a rule to break the
+    windows of all public places ever since. The loss is not worth
+    speaking of to the parish, and puts a nice bit of money in the
+    pocket of some poor dealer in putty, with probably a large family
+    to support. And now I've explained, I presume you have no
+    objection to my proceeding in paying what I consider a debt of
+    gratitude due to my dead uncle.'
+
+    ''Hold! Reymes,' said I, as he was picking up a pebble. 'How do
+    you know but the poor fellow with the large family may not
+    undertake to repair the windows by contract, at so much a year or
+    month?'
+
+    ''Eh! egad, I never thought of that,' said the whimsical,
+    good-hearted creature. 'I'll suspend operations until I've made
+    the inquiry, and if I've wronged him I'll make amends.'
+
+Mr. COWELL is a plain-spoken man, and seldom spares age or sex in his
+exposure of the secrets of the stage, and the appliances and means to boot
+which are sometimes adopted by theatrical men and women to make an old
+face or form 'look maist as weel's the new.' The celebrated Mrs. JORDAN,
+in performing with him, was always very averse to his playing near the
+foot-lights, greatly preferring to act between the second entrances. The
+'moving why' is thus explained:
+
+    'The fact is, she was getting old; dimples turn to crinkles after
+    long use; beside, she wore a wig glued on; and in the heat of
+    acting--for she was always in earnest--I have seen some of the
+    tenacious compound with which it was secured trickle down a
+    wrinkle behind her ear; her person, too, was extremely round and
+    large, though still retaining something of the outline of its
+    former grace:
+
+      'And after all, 't would puzzle to say where
+      It would not spoil a charm to pare.'
+
+    There is no calamity in the catalogue of ills 'that flesh is heir
+    to' so horrible as the approach of old age to an actor. Juvenile
+    tragedy, light comedy, and walking gentleman with little
+    pot-bellies, and _have-been_ pretty women, are really to be
+    pitied. Fancy a lady, who has had quires of sonnets made to her
+    eye-brow, being obliged, at last, to black it, play at the back of
+    the stage at night, sit with her back to the window in a shady
+    part of the green-room in the morning, and keep on her bonnet
+    unless she can afford a very natural wig.'
+
+Sad enough! sad enough! certainly, and as true as it is melancholy. But
+let us get on board the Yankee vessel which brings Mr. COWELL to America,
+and at _his_ 'present writing' is lying off Gravesend. The difficulty he
+experienced in getting up a conversation with his fellow-passengers is a
+grievance still loudly complained of by his travelling countrymen:
+
+    'It was a dark, drizzly, melancholy night; a fair specimen of
+    Gravesend weather and the parts adjacent; no 'star that's westward
+    from the pole' to point my destined path, and furnish food for
+    speculative thought; and, after sliding five or six times up and
+    down some twenty feet of wet deck, I groped my way to the cabin.
+    The captain was not on board, and I found myself a stranger among
+    men. Of all gregarious animals man is the most tardy in getting
+    acquainted: meet them for the first time in a jury-box, a
+    stage-coach, or the cabin of a ship, and they always remind me of
+    a little lot of specimen sheep from different flocks, put together
+    for the first time in the same pen; they walk about and round and
+    round, with all their heads and tails in different directions, and
+    not a baa! escapes them; but in half an hour some crooked-pated
+    bell-wether perhaps, gives a south-down a little dig in the ribs,
+    and this example is followed by a Merino; and before the ending of
+    the fair their heads are all one way, and you'll find them
+    bleating together in full chorus. Now, in the case of man, a
+    snuff-box instead of the sheep's horn, is an admirable
+    introduction; for, if he refuses to take a pinch, he'll generally
+    give you a sufficient reason why he does not, and that's an
+    excellent chance to form, perhaps, a lasting friendship, but to
+    scrape an acquaintance to a certainty; and if he takes it perhaps
+    he'll sneeze, and you can come in with your 'God bless you!' and
+    so on, to a conversation about the plague in '66, or the yellow
+    fever on some other occasion, and can 'bury your friends by
+    dozens,' and 'escape yourself by a miracle,' very pleasantly for
+    half an hour. But in this instance it was a total failure: one
+    said 'I don't use it;' another shook his head, and the third
+    emptied his mouth of half a pint of spittle, and said 'he thought
+    it bad enough to chaw!''
+
+When the vessel is fairly at sea, the social ice is gradually broken. It
+being just after the war, the _rationale_ of the following brief dialogue
+between Mr. COWELL and the mate will be readily understood:
+
+  'The mate was a weather-beaten, humorous 'sea-monster;' upon asking
+  his name, he replied:
+
+  ''If you're an Englishman and I once tell you my name, you'll never
+  forget it.'
+
+  ''I don't know that,' I replied; 'I'm very unfortunate in
+  remembering names.'
+
+  ''Oh, never mind!' said he, with a peculiarly sly, comical look; 'if
+  you're an Englishman you'll never forget mine.'
+
+  ''Then I certainly am,' I replied.
+
+  ''Well, then,' said he drily, 'my name's BUNKER! and I'm d----d if
+  any Englishman will ever forget that name!''
+
+Mr. COWELL'S arrival, debut, and theatrical progress and associations in
+this and other Atlantic towns, compose a diversified and palatable feast
+for the stage-loving public. His sketches of actors, male and female,
+native and foreign, are limned with an artistical hand. His picture of
+KEAN'S fleeing from 'the hot pursuit of obloquy' is exceedingly vivid; and
+'old MATHEWS' American 'trip' is well set forth. We find nothing so good,
+however, touching that extraordinary mime, as the following illustration
+of his sensitiveness to newspaper criticism, from the pen of the dramatic
+veteran, MONCRIEF:
+
+    ''Look here,' he would say, taking up a paper and reading:
+    'Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.--We last night visited this elegant
+    theatre for the purpose of witnessing the performance of that
+    excellent comedian, Mr. BELVI, as _Octavian_, in the
+    'Mountaineers,' for his own benefit. We hope it was for his own
+    benefit, for it certainly was not for the benefit of any one else;
+    for a more execrable performance we never witnessed. This
+    gentleman had better stick to his comedy!' Grant me patience;
+    Heaven! There's a fellow! What does he know about it? I suppose he
+    would abuse my _Iago_--say that is execrable! Isn't this
+    sufficient to drive any body mad? Because a man happens to have
+    played comedy all his life, '_we_' takes upon himself to think as
+    a matter of course he can't play tragedy, though he may possess
+    first rate tragic powers, as I do myself! I should have been the
+    best _Hamlet_ on the stage if I didn't limp; but let me go on: 'We
+    have seen ELLISTON in the character.' A charlatan, a mountebank;
+    wouldn't have me at Drury; and yet '_we_' thinks he has a syllable
+    the advantage of his competitor in this instance. We! we! as if
+    the fellow had a parcel of pigs in his inside; _we! we!_ Who's
+    _we_? Why don't he say Tompkins, or whatever his name is, Tompkins
+    thinks Elliston better in _Octavian_ than Belvi; Belvi could kick
+    Tompkins then; but who can kick _we_?' etc., etc. And yet poor
+    Mathews had no warmer admirers, no truer, no more constant friends
+    than those whose occasional animadversions would thus excite his
+    ire.'
+
+After running a very successful and popular career at the Park-Theatre,
+our artist-actor is induced to assume the management of a circus-theatre
+just then in high vogue at the TATTERSALL'S building in Broadway. The
+subjoined was one of the many incidents which occurred on his assuming the
+reins of the establishment:
+
+    'The company was both extensive and excellent; a stud of
+    thirty-three horses, four ponies and a jack-ass, all so admirably
+    selected and educated, that for beauty and utility they could not
+    be equalled any where. The company was popular and our success
+    enormous. Of course, like others when first placed in power, I
+    made a total change in my cabinet. JOHN BLAKE I appointed
+    secretary of the treasury and principal ticket-seller; and to
+    prove how excellent a judge I was of integrity and capacity, he
+    was engaged at the Park at the end of the season, and has held
+    that important situation there ever since. A delicious specimen of
+    the Emerald Isle, with the appropriate equestrian appellation of
+    Billy Rider, received an office of nearly equal trust, though
+    smaller chance of perquisites--stage and stable door-keeper at
+    night, and through the day a variety of duties, to designate half
+    of which would occupy a chapter. He was strict to a fault in the
+    discharge of his duty, as every urchin of that day who attempted
+    to sneak into the circus can testify. Conway the tragedian called
+    to see me one evening, and in attempting to pass was stopped by
+    Billy, armed as usual, with a pitch-fork.
+
+    ''What's this you want? Who are ye? and where are you going?' says
+    Billy.
+
+    'I wish to see Mr. Cowell,' says Conway.
+
+    'Oh then, it's till to-morrow at ten o'clock, in his office, that
+    you'll have to wait to perform that operation.'
+
+    'But, my dear fellow, my name is Conway, of the theatre; Mr.
+    Cowell is my particular friend, and I have his permission to
+    enter.'
+
+    'By my word, Sir, I thank ye kindly for the explination; and it's
+    a mighty tall, good-looking gentleman you are too,' says Billy,
+    presenting his pitch-fork; 'but if ye were the blessed Redeemer,
+    with the cross under your arm, you couldn't pass me without an
+    orther from Mr. Cowell.'
+
+'JOE COWELL,' in years gone by, has made us laugh many a good hour; and we
+hold ourselves bound to reciprocate the pleasure he has afforded us, by
+warmly commending his pleasant, gossipping volume to the readers of the
+KNICKERBOCKER throughout the United States.
+
+
+  AN ELEMENTARY TREATISE ON HUMAN PHYSIOLOGY: on the Basis of the
+  'Precis Elementaire de Physiologie' of MAGENDIE. Translated, enlarged,
+  and illustrated with Diagrams and Cuts, by Prof. JOHN REVERE, M. D.,
+  of the University of New-York. In one volume. pp. 533. New-York:
+  HARPER AND BROTHERS.
+
+The American translator and editor of the volume above cited is of opinion
+that since the death of Sir CHARLES BELL, there is no physiologist who
+stands so preeminent as an original observer and inquirer, or who has
+contributed so much to the present improved state of the science by his
+individual efforts, as M. MAGENDIE. In facility in experimenting upon
+living animals, and extended opportunities of observation, no one has
+surpassed him; while through a long professional career his attention has
+been chiefly devoted to physiological inquiries. There is one excellence
+which constitutes a predominant feature in his system of Physiology that
+cannot be estimated too highly by the student of medicine; and that is,
+the severe system of induction that he has pursued, excluding those
+imaginative and speculative views which rather belong to metaphysics than
+physiology. The work is also remarkable for the conciseness and
+perspicuity of its style, the clearness of its descriptions, and the
+admirable arrangement of its matter. The present is a translation of the
+fifth and last edition of the '_Precis Elementaire de Physiologie_,' in
+which the science is brought down to the present time. It is not, like
+many modern systems, merely eclectic, or a compilation of the experiments
+and doctrines of others. On the contrary, all the important questions
+discussed, if not originally proposed and investigated by the author, have
+been thoroughly examined and experimented upon by him. His observations,
+therefore, on all these important subjects, carry with them great interest
+and weight derived from these investigations. The translator and editor,
+while faithfully adhering to the spirit of the author, has endeavored, and
+with success, to strip the work of its foreign costume, and _naturalize_
+it to our language. He has added a large number of diagrams and pictorial
+illustrations of the different organs and structures, taken from the
+highest and most recent authorities, in the hope of rendering clearer to
+the student of medicine the observations and reasonings on their
+functions. He has also made a number of additions on subjects which he
+thought had been passed over in too general a manner in the original work
+of MAGENDIE. In a word, his aim 'to present a system of human physiology
+which shall exhibit in a clear and intelligible manner the actual state of
+the science, and adapted to the use of students of medicine in the United
+States,' has been thoroughly carried out.
+
+
+  THE STUDY OF THE LIFE OF WOMAN. By Madame NECKER DE SAUSSURE, of
+  Geneva. Translated from the French. In one volume. pp. 288.
+  Philadelphia: LEA AND BLANCHARD. New-York: WILEY AND PUTNAM.
+
+The distinguished clergyman who introduces this excellent book to American
+readers does it no more than justice when he declares it to be the work of
+a highly gifted mind, containing many beautiful philosophical views of the
+relation which woman sustains in society, abounding in the results of
+careful observation, and characterized by a pervading religious spirit. It
+is adapted to accomplish great good, and its circulation would do much to
+aid those who have the care of youthful females, and who desire that they
+should fill the place in society for which they were designed. There is no
+work in our language which occupies the place that this is intended to
+fill; nor which presents so interesting a view of the organization of
+society by its great AUTHOR, and of the situation appropriated to _woman_
+in that organization. The book has reference more particularly to the
+elevated circles of society; to those who have advantages for education;
+who have leisure for the cultivation of the intellect and the heart after
+the usual course of education is completed, and who have opportunities of
+doing good to others. 'It will supply a place which is not filled now, and
+would be eminently useful to that increasing number of individuals in our
+country. It is much to be regretted that not a few when they leave school
+seem to contemplate little farther advancement in the studies in which
+they have been engaged. A just view of the place which woman is designed
+to occupy in society, as presented in this volume, would do much to
+correct this error. We should regard it as an auspicious omen, if this
+work should have an extensive circulation in this country, and believe
+that wherever it is perused it will contribute to the elevation of the
+sex; to promote large views of the benevolence and wisdom of the Creator
+in regard to the human family, and to advance the interests of true
+religion.'
+
+
+  THE AMERICAN REVIEW, AND METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE. Numbers five and six.
+  pp. 588. New-York: SAXTON AND MILES, Broadway.
+
+The number of this publication for the December quarter is a very good
+one. We were especially interested in the 'Michael Agonistes' of Mr. J. W.
+BROWN, which is, in parts, both powerful and harmonious, and in a
+dissertation upon 'WEIR'S National Painting.' The writer is of opinion
+that our eminent artist has made a sad mistake in the conception of his
+striking group, although he awards warm praise to certain portions of the
+picture. Still he says: 'It argues slight knowledge of human nature to
+suppose that melancholy resignation characterized those who at Delft-Haven
+embarked for a land of civil and religious liberty; wild and inhospitable,
+to be sure, but still a land of Freedom. There were other thoughts in the
+hearts of that noble band than those of sorrow. Even had they been leaving
+the country of their birth, they would not have sorrowed; but as it was,
+bidding farewell to a land of foreigners, almost as hostile to freedom as
+their own, they felt not otherwise than joyful, and their bosoms were full
+of thoughtful, reasoning gladness. The parting kiss of that young wife
+must have tried, somewhat, the firmness of her husband, yet not enough to
+cloud his bright anticipations of the future. A different mood than that
+imagined by Mr. WEIR should have pervaded the group, if we are not widely
+in error. 'With all its faults,' adds our critic, however, 'The
+Embarkation of the Pilgrims,' although not indicative of great genius, yet
+regarded as to execution, does honor to Mr. WEIR. We should do injustice
+to the central group, did we omit to confess that the devotional grandeur
+of the face of the minister, raised to heaven in prayer, struck us with a
+feeling of awe, such as we had perhaps never before experienced.' This
+especial tribute we have heard paid to this picture by every person whom
+we have heard refer to it.
+
+
+
+
+EDITOR'S TABLE.
+
+
+AMERICAN MANNERS AND AMERICAN LITERATURE.--We ask the attention of every
+right-minded American to the following remarks, which we take the liberty
+of transcribing from a welcome epistle to the Editor, from one of our most
+esteemed and popular contributors. The follies which it exposes and the
+evils which it laments have heretofore formed the themes of papers in this
+Magazine from the pens of able correspondents, as well as of occasional
+comment in our own departments; but we do not remember to have seen the
+subject more felicitously handled than by our friend: 'The crying vice of
+the nation, and the one which of all others most fastens the charge of
+inconsistency on our character and professions, is that apish spirit with
+which we admire and copy every thing of European growth. While we exalt
+our institutions, character and condition over those of all other nations,
+and give ourselves 'a name above every name,' is it not supremely absurd
+for city to vie with city and family with family in adopting the latest
+fashions in dress and opinions originating in nations which have grown old
+in profligacy, and abound in the worthless excrescences of society? We
+profess to be perfectly independent of all control in our thoughts and
+actions: '_Nullius addicti jurare in verba magistri_.' Yet who more
+readily than we shout in chorus to the newest modes of thinking ushered
+into ephemeral life by philosophers across the water? Who adopt so early
+or carry so far the most outre and preposterous styles of dress invented
+in Paris, as our American belles and dandies? The newest cut in garments
+which was hatched in Paris beneath the crescent-moon, her waning rays see
+carried to its utmost verge in our bustling marts. We follow the
+revolutions in the configuration of coats, from square to round, and from
+round to angular, with as scrupulous and painful a precision as if our
+national honor depended on the issue. Nay, we are usually a little _too_
+faithful, and fairly 'out-Herod Herod.' Does the cockney of the 'world's
+metropolis' compress his toes in boots tapering at an angle of forty
+degrees? The republican fop promenades Broadway with _his_ pedal
+extremities squeezed into an angle of thirty; and the corns ensuing he
+bears with christian fortitude; for does he not find his 'exceeding great
+reward' in being more fashionable than the Londoner himself? Has the fat
+of the Siberian bear, or 'thine incomparable oil, Macassar' called forth a
+thicket of hair on the cheek of the Frenchman, reaching from the cerebral
+pulse to the submaxillary bone? Instantly the pews of our churches, the
+boxes of our theatres, and the seats of our legislative halls, are
+thronged with whey-faced apes, the moisture of whose brains has exuded in
+nourishing a frowning hedge, of which the dark luxuriance encircles the
+whole face, resembling the old pictures of the saints wherewith our
+childhood was amused, encompassed with a glory! When the whiskered
+'petit-maitres' of Hyde-Park shall begin to transport their adorable
+persons to this new world on a summer's trip, they will be astonished not
+a little to be stared at on landing through opera-glasses by counterparts
+of themselves; exact to the last hair of the moustache. 'Werily,' will be
+their ejaculation, 'hit his wery great presumption in these wulgar
+democrats to himitate us Henglish in this way-ah!' Every easterly wind
+blows in a fleet laden with cargoes of folly, and every outward-bound
+vessel bears an order for fresh importations of absurdity, of which
+milliners and tailors are the shippers, and flirts and fops the
+consignees. So far has this mimicking spirit proceeded, that we regard
+neither climate nor season. Were some accident to delay for a few months
+our advices from Europe, I question not but our fashionable ladies would
+adopt in mid-winter the same form and materials for their dresses which
+the Parisian damsels sported on the Boulevards beneath the scorching
+dog-star. The changeful and chilly atmosphere of our sea-board differs
+widely from the genial airs of 'La belle France,' and to adopt their
+fashions in detail is about as wise and tasteful in us as it would be for
+the negro panting beneath the line to wrap himself in the furs of Siberia,
+and substitute for his refreshing palm-juice the usquebaugh of the
+Highlands. Who would not laugh himself into a pleurisy to see the dandies
+of Timbuctoo stalking along in solemn gravity beneath their torrid sun,
+encumbered with a Russian fur-cloak, or a Lapland 'whip' on a snow-sledge,
+driving his canine four-in-hand, with a Turkish turban and Grecian robe
+folded carelessly around him? Yet wherein do we greatly differ in _our_
+absurdities! Again: we profess to have lopped from our democratic tree the
+old-world customs of hereditary title and patrimonial honor. _We_ are no
+respecters of persons. _We_ have no reverence for ancestral virtues, and
+the lustre that shines only by reflection has no charms for _us_. _We_
+respect no grandees but 'nature's noblemen.' _We_ look through the
+glittering atmosphere of place, and title, and factitious distinction, at
+the man himself. The artificer of his own fortunes we hail as a brother.
+He who possesses superior abilities or unblemished integrity, _we_ honor,
+though his hands be on the plough; and he who is imbecile or dishonest,
+_we_ despise, though his brow be encircled by a coronet. All noble,
+consistent, rational, and right. But how is this? 'Lo! a foreigner has
+landed on our shores.' Well; what then? We also should be foreigners in
+Europe. 'Yes; but he bears the honorable appendage of Lord, or Sir, or De,
+or Di, or Von, or Don.' Happy, meanwhile, thrice happy the youth whom his
+titleship will allow to treat him; blessed, triumphantly blessed, the Miss
+whose charms have warmed into life the cold gaze of my Lord Highbred, or
+Monsieur De Nonchalance. And oh! beatified beyond all rapture the doting
+mother, who in her ripened and expanded miniature begins to realize her
+dreams of 'young romance,' and to hope by connection with a family more
+lineally descended from Adam than her own, to obtain a rank
+
+  'Whose glory with a lingering trace,
+  Shines through and deifies her race!'
+
+Truth, every word truth--satire most justly bestowed; and before
+relinquishing this general theme, let us ask the reader to admire with us
+the cognate remarks of a writer in the last number of the 'North-American
+Review' upon the importance of a _Literature_ which shall be distinctive
+and national in its character, and not a _rifacamento_ of the varying
+literatures of various nations: 'The man whose heart is capable of any
+patriotic emotion, who feels his pulse quicken when the idea of his
+country is brought home to him, must desire that country to possess a
+voice more majestic than the roar of party, and more potent than the whine
+of sects; a voice which should breathe energy and awaken hope where-ever
+its kindling tones are heard. The life of our native land; the inner
+spirit which animates its institutions; the new ideas and principles, of
+which it is the representative; these every patriot must wish to behold
+reflected from the broad mirror of a comprehensive and soul-animating
+literature. The true vitality of a nation is not seen in the triumphs of
+its industry, the extent of its conquests, or the reach of its empire; but
+in its intellectual dominion. Posterity passes over statistical tables of
+trade and population, to search for the records of the mind and heart. It
+is of little moment how many millions of men were included at any time
+under the name of one people, if they have left no intellectual
+testimonials of their mode and manner of existence, no 'foot-prints on the
+sands of time.' The heart refuses to glow at the most astounding array of
+figures. A nation lives only through its literature, and its mental life
+is immortal. And if we have a literature, it should be a _national_
+literature; no feeble or sonorous echo of Germany or England, but
+essentially American in its tone and object. No matter how meritorious a
+composition may be, as long as any foreign nation can say that it has done
+the same thing better, so long shall we be spoken of with contempt, or in
+a spirit of benevolent patronage. We begin to sicken of the custom, now so
+common, of presenting even our best poems to the attention of foreigners,
+with a deprecating, apologetic air; as if their acceptance of the
+offering, with a few soft and silky compliments, would be an act of
+kindness demanding our warmest acknowledgments. If the Quarterly Review or
+Blackwood's Magazine speaks well of an American production, we think that
+we can praise it ourselves, without incurring the reproach of bad taste.
+The folly we yearly practise, of flying into passion with some inferior
+English writer, who caricatures our faults, and tells dull jokes about his
+tour through the land, has only the effect to exalt an insignificant
+scribbler into notoriety, and give a nominal value to his recorded
+impertinence. If the mind and heart of the country had its due expression,
+if its life had taken form in a literature worthy of itself, we should pay
+little regard to the childish tattling of a pert coxcomb who was
+discontented with our taverns, or the execrations of some bluff
+sea-captain who was shocked with our manners. The uneasy sense we have of
+something in our national existence which has not yet been fitly
+expressed, gives poignancy to the least ridicule launched at faults and
+follies which lie on the superficies of our life. Every person feels, that
+a book which condemns the country for its peculiarities of manners and
+customs, does not pierce into the heart of the matter, and is essentially
+worthless. If Bishop BERKELEY, when he visited MALEBRANCHE, had paid
+exclusive attention to the habitation, raiment, and manners of the man,
+and neglected the conversation of the metaphysician, and, when he returned
+to England, had entertained POPE, SWIFT, GAY, and ARBUTHNOT with satirical
+descriptions of the 'compliment extern' of his eccentric host, he would
+have acted just as wisely as many an English tourist, with whose malicious
+pleasantry on our habits of chewing, spitting, and eating, we are silly
+enough to quarrel. To the United States in reference to the pop-gun shots
+of foreign tourists, might be addressed the warning which Peter Plymley
+thundered against BONAPARTE, in reference to the Anti-Jacobin jests of
+CANNING: Tremble, oh! thou land of many spitters and voters, 'for a
+_pleasant_ man has come out against thee, and thou shalt be laid low by a
+joker of jokes, and he shall talk his pleasant talk to thee, and thou
+shalt be no more!' In order that America may take its due rank in the
+commonwealth of nations, a literature is needed which shall be the
+exponent of its higher life. We live in times of turbulence and change.
+There is a general dissatisfaction, manifesting itself often in rude
+contests and ruder speech, with the gulf which separates principles from
+actions. Men are struggling to realize dim ideals of right and truth, and
+each failure adds to the desperate earnestness of their efforts. Beneath
+all the shrewdness and selfishness of the American character, there is a
+smouldering enthusiasm which flames out at the first touch of fire;
+sometimes at the hot and hasty words of party, and sometimes at the
+bidding of great thoughts and unselfish principles. The heart of the
+nation is easily stirred to its depths; but those who rouse its fiery
+impulses into action are often men compounded of ignorance and wickedness,
+and wholly unfitted to guide the passions which they are able to excite.
+We want a poetry which shall speak in clear, loud tones to the people; a
+poetry which shall make us more in love with our native land, by
+converting its ennobling scenery into the images of lofty thoughts; which
+shall give visible form and life to the abstract ideas of our written
+constitutions; which shall confer upon virtue all the strength of
+principle and all the energy of passion; which shall disentangle freedom
+from cant and senseless hyperbole, and render it a thing of such
+loveliness and grandeur as to justify all self-sacrifice; which shall make
+us love man by the new consecrations it sheds on his life and destiny;
+which shall force through the thin partitions of conventialism and
+expediency; vindicate the majesty of reason; give new power to the voice
+of conscience, and new vitality to human affection; soften and elevate
+passion; guide enthusiasm in a right direction; and speak out in the high
+language of men to a nation of men.'
+
+THE NORTH-AMERICAN REVIEW for the January quarter is one of the best
+issues of that 'ancient and honorable' Quarterly which we have encountered
+for many months. It contains eight extended reviews, five brief 'Critical
+Notices,' and the usual quarterly list of new publications. The first
+article is upon the '_Poets and Poetry of America_,' a work 'which has
+travelled through many States and four editions,' and for the production
+of which Mr. GRISWOLD is justly commended. In the progress of this paper,
+the writer indulges in a sort of running commentary upon the more
+conspicuous poets included in the compiler's collection, as BRYANT,
+HALLECK, SPRAGUE, DANA, PERCIVAL, LONGFELLOW, WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK,
+HOLMES, WHITTIER, etc., etc.  Of BRYANT the reviewer among other things
+remarks:
+
+    'MR. GRISWOLD says finely of BRYANT, that 'he is the translator of
+    the silent language of nature to the world.' The serene beauty and
+    thoughtful tenderness, which characterize his descriptions, or
+    rather interpretations of outward objects, are paralleled only in
+    WORDSWORTH. His poems are almost perfect of their kind. The fruits
+    of meditation, rather than of passion or imagination, and rarely
+    startling with an unexpected image or sudden outbreak of feeling,
+    they are admirable specimens of what may be called the philosophy
+    of the soul. They address the finer instincts of our nature with a
+    voice so winning and gentle; they search out with such subtle
+    power all in the heart which is true and good; that their
+    influence, though quiet, is resistless. They have consecrated to
+    many minds things which before it was painful to contemplate. Who
+    can say that his feelings and fears respecting death have not
+    received an insensible change, since reading the 'Thanatopsis?'
+    Indeed, we think that BRYANT'S poems are valuable, not only for
+    their intrinsic excellence, but for the vast influence their wide
+    circulation is calculated to exercise on national feelings and
+    manners. It is impossible to read them without being morally
+    benefitted. They purify as well as please. They develope or
+    encourage all the elevated and thoughtful tendencies of the mind.'
+
+We are glad to see the reproof which the reviewer bestows upon those
+critics of LONGFELLOW'S poetry, who to escape the trouble of analysis,
+offer some smooth eulogium upon his 'taste,' or some lip-homage to his
+'artistical ability,' instead of noting the tendency of his writings to
+touch the heroic strings in our nature, to breathe energy into the heart,
+to sustain our lagging purposes, and fix our thoughts on what is stable
+and eternal. The following is eminently just:
+
+    'The great characteristic of LONGFELLOW, that of addressing the
+    moral nature through the imagination, of linking moral truth to
+    intellectual beauty, is a far greater excellence. His artistical
+    ability is admirable, because it is not seen. It is rather mental
+    than mechanical. The best artist is he who accommodates his
+    diction to his subject. In this sense, LONGFELLOW is an artist. By
+    learning 'to labor and to wait,' by steadily brooding over the
+    chaos in which thought and emotion first appear to the mind, and
+    giving shape and life to both, before uttering them in words, he
+    has obtained a singular mastery over expression. By this we do not
+    mean that he has a large command of language. No fallacy is
+    greater than that which confounds fluency with expression.
+    Washerwomen, and boys at debating clubs, often display more
+    fluency than WEBSTER; but his words are to theirs, as the roll of
+    thunder to the patter of rain. Language often receives its
+    significance and power from the person who uses it. Unless
+    permeated by the higher faculties of the mind, unless it be not
+    the clothing, but the 'incarnation of thought,' it is quite an
+    humble power. There are some writers who repose undoubting
+    confidence in words. If their minds be filled with the epithets of
+    poetry, they fondly deem that they have clutched its essence. In a
+    piece of inferior verse, we often observe a great array of
+    expressions which have been employed with great effect by genius,
+    but which seem to burn the fingers and disconcert the equanimity
+    of the aspiring word-catcher who presses them into his service.
+    Felicity, not fluency, of language is a merit.'
+
+Exactly; yet these same 'fluent' versifiers are the persons who talk with
+elaborate flippancy of the 'simple common-places' of this noble poet! The
+reviewer adds: 'LONGFELLOW has a perfect command of that expression which
+results from restraining rather than cultivating fluency; and his manner
+is adapted to his theme. He rarely, if ever, mistakes 'emotions for
+conceptions.' His words are often pictures of his thought. He selects with
+great delicacy and precision the exact phrase which best expresses or
+suggests his idea. He colors his style with the skill of a painter. The
+warm flush and bright tints, as well as the most evanescent hues of
+language, he uses with admirable discretion. In that higher department of
+his art, that of so combining his words and images that they make music to
+the soul as well as to the ear, and convey not only his feelings and
+thoughts, but also the very tone and condition of the soul in which they
+have being, he likewise excels.' The reviewer illustrates these remarks,
+by citing the 'Psalms of Life,' the 'Saga of the Skeleton in Armor,' 'The
+Village Blacksmith,' etc., which were written by Mr. LONGFELLOW for the
+pages of this Magazine, and adds, that our poet indulges in no 'wild
+struggles after an ineffable Something, for which earth can afford but
+imperfect symbols. He appears perfectly satisfied with his work. Like his
+own 'Village Blacksmith,' he retires every night with the feeling that
+something has been attempted, and something _done_.' There is a subtle
+analysis of the style of that first of comic poets, HOLMES, for which we
+shall endeavor to find space hereafter. Of the writings of the late
+lamented WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK, the reviewer remarks, that they 'are all
+distinguished for a graceful and elegant diction, thoughts morally and
+poetically beautiful, and chaste and appropriate imagery. They exhibit
+much purity and strength of feeling, are replete with fancy and sentiment,
+and have often a searching pathos and a mournful beauty, which find their
+way quietly to the heart.' The poetry of our friend and correspondent
+WHITTIER is warmly commended: 'A common thought comes from his pen 'rammed
+with life.' He seems in some of his lyrics to pour out his blood with his
+lines. There is a rush of passion in his verse, which sweeps every thing
+along with it.' The remaining references are to the lady-poets, Mesdames
+BROOKS, CHILD, SIGOURNEY, SMITH, WELBY, HALL, ELLET, DINNIE, EMBURY,
+HOOPER, the DAVIDSONS, etc. The whole article is well considered; and we
+cordially commend it to the attention of our readers. The remaining papers
+are upon PALFREY'S admirable 'Lectures on the Evidences of Christianity,'
+'Trade with the Hanse-Towns, the German Tariff-League;' 'GERVINUS'S
+History of German Poetry;' 'Debts of the States,' an excellent and most
+timely article;' 'PRESCOTT'S History of Mexico;' 'SAM SLICK in England;'
+and a valuable dissertation on Libraries, based upon the catalogue of the
+library of Brown University.
+
+
+JOSEPH C. NEAL'S 'CHARCOAL SKETCHES.'--Right glad are we to welcome from
+the teeming press of Messrs. BURGESS AND STRINGER a new edition of these
+most humorous and witty sketches, illustrated with engravings by D. C.
+JOHNSTON, of Boston. We have re-perused them with renewed delight, and
+awakened again the echoes of our silent sanctum, in the excess of our
+cachinnatory enjoyment. Our friend MORTON M'MICHAEL, in the 'advance
+GRAHAM' for February, (which by the way contains a breathing likeness of
+the sketcher,) has the following remarks upon the papers composing the
+volume before us, which we most cordially endorse: 'No one, who has his
+faculties in a healthy condition, can read them and not feel convinced
+that they are the productions of a superior and highly gifted mind. They
+not only smack strongly of what all true men love, genuine humor; rich,
+racy, glorious humor; at which you may indulge in an honest outbreak of
+laughter, and not feel ashamed afterward because you have thrown away good
+mirth on a pitiful jest; but when you have laughed your fill, if you
+choose to look beneath the surface, which sparkles and bubbles with
+brilliant fancies, you will find an under current of truthful observation,
+abundant in matter for sober thought in your graver moments. In all of
+them, light and trifling as they seem, and pleasant as they unquestionably
+are, there is a deep and solemn moral. The follies and vices which, in
+weak natures, soon grow into crimes, are here presented in such a way as
+to forewarn those who are about to yield to temptation, not by dull
+monitions and unregarded homilies, but by making the actors themselves
+unconscious protestants against their own misdoings. And to do this well
+requires a combination of abilities such as few possess. There must be the
+quick eye to perceive, the nice judgment to discriminate, the active
+memory to retain, the vigorous pen to depict, and above all, the soul, the
+mind, the genius, call it what you will, to infuse into the whole life and
+spirit and power. Now, all these qualities Neal has in an eminent degree,
+and he applies them with the skill of an accomplished artist. What he does
+he does thoroughly, perfectly. His portraits, which he modestly calls
+sketches, are unmistakeable. The very men he wishes to portray are before
+you, and they are not only limned to the outward eye, but they speak also
+to the outward ear, and in sentences thickly clustered with the drollest
+conceits, they convey lessons of practical philosophy, and make
+revelations of the strange perversities of our inward nature, from which
+even the wise may gather profitable conclusions.' Our friend speaks of Mr.
+NEAL'S being 'comparatively little known.' We have good reason to believe
+that one great cause of this is, that his name has often been confounded
+with that of another and altogether different species of NEAL, whose
+infinite twattle--infinite alike in degree and quantity--has prejudiced
+the public mind against any thing that may seem to come in 'questionable
+shape' from a questionable source. This error has had its advantages to
+_one_ party, no doubt, since there was 'every thing to gain and nothing to
+lose;' an advantage however which the prefix of the first two initials of
+our friend and correspondent to passages from his work which may hereafter
+find their way into the newspapers, will transfer to the rightful
+recipient. But to the volume in question, from which we are about to make
+a few random selections, illustrating the characters of sundry 'city
+worthies,' who are 'comprehended as vagrom men' by the 'charleys' or
+watchmen of the good City of Brotherly Love. Let us begin with the
+soliloquy of the poetical OLYMPUS PUMP:
+
+    ''GENIUS never feels its oats until after sunset; twilight applies
+    the spanner to the fire-plug of fancy to give its bubbling
+    fountains way; and midnight lifts the sluices for the cataracts of
+    the heart, and cries, 'Pass on the water!' Yes, and economically
+    considered, night is this world's Spanish cloak; for no matter how
+    dilapidated or festooned one's apparel may be, the loops and
+    windows cannot be discovered, and we look as elegant and as
+    beautiful as get out. Ah!' continued Pump, as he gracefully
+    reclined upon the stall, 'it's really astonishing how rich I am in
+    the idea line to-night. But it's no use. I've got no pencil--not
+    even a piece of chalk to write 'em on my hat for my next poem.
+    It's a great pity ideas are so much of the soap-bubble order, that
+    you can't tie 'em up in a pocket handkerchief, like a half peck of
+    potatoes, or string 'em on a stick like catfish. I often have the
+    most beautiful notions scampering through my head with the grace,
+    but alas! the swiftness too, of kittens, especially just before I
+    get asleep; but they're all lost for the want of a trap; an
+    intellectual figgery four. I wish we could find out the way of
+    sprinkling salt on their tails, and make 'em wait till we want to
+    use 'em. Why can't some of the meaner souls invent an idea-catcher
+    for the use of genius? I'm sure they'd find it profitable, for I
+    wouldn't mind owing a man twenty dollars for one myself.'
+
+Mr. FYDGET FYXINGTON is another worthy, who reverts continually to 'first
+principles,' and is full of schemes and projects, especially when he
+chances to have 'a stone in his hat.' Hear him:
+
+    ''NOTHIN'S fixed no how; our grand-dads must a been lazy rascals.
+    Why didn't they roof over the side-walks, and not leave every
+    thing for us to do? I ain't got no numbrell, and besides that,
+    when it comes down as if raining was no name for it, as it always
+    does when I'm cotch'd out, numbrells is no great shakes if you've
+    got one with you, and no shakes at all if it's at home. It's a
+    pity we ain't got feathers, so's to grow our own jacket and
+    trowsers, and do up the tailorin' business, and make our own
+    feather beds. It would be a great savin'; every man his own
+    clothes, and every man his own feather bed. Now I've got a
+    suggestion about that; first principles bring us to the skin;
+    fortify that, and the matter's done. How would it do to bile a big
+    kittle full of tar, tallow, beeswax and injen rubber, with
+    considerable wool, and dab the whole family once a week? The
+    young'uns might be soused in it every Saturday night, and the
+    nigger might fix the elderly folks with a whitewash brush. Then
+    there wouldn't be no bother a washing your clothes or yourself,
+    which last is an invention of the doctor to make people sick,
+    because it lets in the cold in winter and the heat in summer, when
+    natur' says shut up the porouses and keep 'em out. Besides, when
+    the new invention was tore at the knees or wore at the elbows,
+    just tell the nigger to put on the kittle and give you a dab, and
+    you're patched slick; and so that whole mobs of people mightn't
+    stick together like figs, a little sperrits of turpentine or
+    litharage might be added to make 'em dry like a house-a-fire. 'T
+    would be nice for sojers. Stand 'em all of a row, and whitewash
+    'em blue or red, according to pattern, as if they were a fence.
+    The gin'rals might look on to see if it was done according to
+    Gunter; the cap'ins might flourish the brush, and the corpulars
+    carry the bucket. Dandies could fix themselves all sorts of
+    streaked and all sorts of colors. When the parterials is cheap and
+    the making don't cost nothing, that's what I call economy, and
+    coming as near as possible to first principles. It's a better way,
+    too, of keeping out the rain, than my t'other plan of flogging
+    people when they're young, to make their hides hard and
+    water-proof. A good licking is a sound first principle for
+    juveniles, but they've got a prejudice agin it.'
+
+'A pair of Slippers' brings us acquainted with another original personage,
+who one dark night soliloquizes on this wise:
+
+    ''I'VE not the slightest doubt that this is as beautiful a night
+    as ever was; only it's so dark you can't see the pattern of it.
+    One night is pretty much like another night in the dark; but it's
+    a great advantage to a good-looking evening, if the lamps are lit,
+    so you can twig the stars and the moonshine. The fact is, that in
+    this 'ere city, we do grow the blackest moons, and the hardest
+    moons to find, I ever did see. Lamps is lamps, and moons is moons,
+    in a business pint of view, but practically they ain't much if the
+    wicks ain't afire. When the luminaries are, as I may say, in the
+    raw, it's bad for me. I can't see the ground as perforately as
+    little fellers, and every dark night I'm sure to get a hyst;
+    either a forrerd hyst, or a backerd hyst, or some sort of a hyst;
+    but more backerds than forrerds, 'specially in winter. One of the
+    most unfeeling tricks I know of, is the way some folks have got of
+    laughing out, yaw-haw! when they see a gentleman ketching a
+    reg'lar hyst; a long gentleman, for instance, with his legs in the
+    air, and his noddle splat down upon the cold bricks. A hyst of
+    itself is bad enough, without being sniggered at: first, your
+    sconce gets a crack; then, you see all sorts of stars, and have
+    free admission to the fire-works; then, you scramble up, feeling
+    as if you had no head on your shoulders, and as if it wasn't you,
+    but some confounded disagreeable feller in your clothes; yet the
+    jacksnipes all grin, as if the misfortunes of human nature was
+    only a poppet show. I wouldn't mind it, if you could get up and
+    look as if you didn't care. But a man can't rise, after a royal
+    hyst, without letting on he feels flat. In such cases, however,
+    sympathy is all gammon; and as for sensibility of a winter's day,
+    people keep it all for their own noses, and can't be coaxed to
+    retail it by the small.'
+
+'DILLY JONES' is one of those unfortunate wights 'just whose luck' it is
+never to succeed in any thing they undertake. In a state of 'mellow'
+mental abstraction, while lamenting that the trade of one's early days
+might not likewise be the trade of one's latter years, he unconsciously
+utters his thoughts aloud:
+
+    ''SAWING wood's going all to smash,' said he, 'and that's where
+    every thing goes what I speculates in. This here coal is doing us
+    up. Ever since these black stones was brought to town, the
+    wood-sawyers and pilers, and them soap-fat and hickory-ashes men,
+    has been going down; and, for my part, I can't say as I see what's
+    to be the end of all their new-fangled contraptions. But it's
+    always so; I'm always crawling out of the little end of the horn.
+    I began life in a comfortable sort of a way; selling oysters out
+    of a wheel-barrow, all clear grit, and didn't owe nobody nothing.
+    Oysters went down slick enough for a while, but at last cellars
+    was invented, and darn the oyster, no matter how nice it was
+    pickled, could poor Dill sell; so I had to eat up capital and
+    profits myself. Then the 'pepree-pot smoking' was sot up, and went
+    ahead pretty considerable for a time; but a parcel of fellers come
+    into it, said my cats wasn't as good as their'n, when I know'd
+    they was as fresh as any cats in the market; and pepree-pot was no
+    go. Bean-soup was just as bad; people said kittens wasn't good
+    done that way, and the more I hollered, the more the customers
+    wouldn't come, and them what did, wanted tick. Along with the boys
+    and their pewter fips, them what got trust and didn't pay, and the
+    abusing of my goods, I was soon fotch'd up in the victualling
+    line--and I busted for the benefit of my creditors. But genius
+    riz. I made a raise of a horse and saw, after being a wood-piler's
+    prentice for a while, and working till I was free, and now here
+    comes the coal to knock this business in the head.' . . . 'I
+    WONDER if they wouldn't list me for a Charley? Hollering oysters
+    and bean-soup has guv' me a splendid woice; and instead of
+    skeering 'em away, if the thieves were to hear me singing out, my
+    style of doing it would almost coax 'em to come and be took up.
+    They'd feel like a bird when a snake is after it, and would walk
+    up, and poke their coat collars right into my fist. Then, after a
+    while, I'd perhaps be promoted to the fancy business of pig
+    ketching, which, though it is werry light and werry elegant,
+    requires genus. 'Tisn't every man that can come the scientifics in
+    that line, and has studied the nature of a pig, so as to beat him
+    at canoeuvering, and make him surrender 'cause he sees it ain't no
+    use of doing nothing. It wants larning to conwince them critters,
+    and it's only to be done by heading 'em up handsome, hopping which
+    ever way they hop, and tripping 'em up genteel by shaking hands
+    with their off hind leg. I'd scorn to pull their tails out by the
+    roots, or to hurt their feelin's by dragging 'em about by the
+    ears. But what's the use? If I was listed, they'd soon find out to
+    holler the hour and to ketch the thieves by steam; yes, and they'd
+    take 'em to court on a railroad, and try 'em with biling water.
+    They'll soon have black locomotives for watchmen and constables,
+    and big bilers for judges and mayors. Pigs will be ketched by
+    steam, and will be biled fit to eat before they are done
+    squealing. By and by, folks won't be of no use at all. There won't
+    be no people in the world but tea-kittles; no mouths, but
+    safety-valves; and no talking, but blowing off steam. If I had a
+    little biler inside of me, I'd turn omnibus, and week-days I'd run
+    from Kensington to the Navy Yard, and Sundays I'd run to
+    Fairmount.''
+
+There is a world of wisdom in the syllabus, or 'argument,' prefixed to
+each sketch; but for these we must refer the reader to the volume itself.
+The DOGBERRYS too are as wise as their 'illustrious predecessor,' and are
+quite as profuse of advice to 'the plaintiffs' who fall into their hands.
+Take a single specimen: 'Take keer--don't persume; I'm a 'fishal
+functionary out a-ketching of dogs. You mustn't cut up because it's night.
+The mayor and the 'squires has gone to bed; but the law is a thing that
+never gets asleep. After ten o'clock the law is a watchman and a
+dog-ketcher; we're the whole law till breakfast's a'most ready.' 'You're a
+clever enough kind of little feller, sonny; but you ain't been eddicated
+to the law as I have; so I'll give you a lecture. Justice vinks at vot it
+can't see, and lets them off vot it can't ketch. When you want to break
+it, you must dodge. You may do what you like in your own house, and the
+law don't know nothing about the matter. But never go thumping and bumping
+about the streets, when you are primed and snapped. That's intemperance,
+and the other is temperance. But now you come under the muzzle of the
+ordinance; you're a loafer.' One of these ''fishal functionaries'
+justifies extreme physical means in 'captivating obstropolous vagroms'
+both by reason and distinguished precedent: 'Wolloping is the only way;
+it's a panacea for differences of opinion. You'll find it in history
+books, that one nation teaches another what it didn't know before by
+wolloping it; that's the method of civilizing savages; the Romans put the
+whole world to rights that way; and what's right on the big figger must be
+right on the small scale. In short, there's nothing like wolloping for
+taking the conceit out of fellows who think they know more than their
+betters.' 'And so forth, et cetera,' as may be ascertained on a perusal of
+the volume.
+
+
+LIFE AND TIMES OF THE LATE WILLIAM ABBOTT: THIRD NOTICE.--This most
+entertaining manuscript-volume, from which we have already drawn so
+largely for the entertainment of our readers, has not been published in
+America, as it was designed to have been, owing partly as we learn to the
+fact that, through 'something like unfair dealing' toward the widow of the
+writer, a copy of half the volume had been transmitted to England, parts
+of which have already reached this country in the pages of a London
+magazine. We had the pleasure to anticipate by a month or two the best
+portions even of these printed chapters; and we proceed to select passages
+from other divisions of this interesting auto-biography, which were
+written out after a duplicate copy of the earlier chapters had been
+transmitted to the London publisher. Mr. ABBOTT (aside from the society to
+which he had the entree on account of his professional merits,) was a
+personal favorite with many of the most eminent personages among the
+English nobility, with whom he was on terms of close intimacy; but we
+never find him illustrating his own importance by the narration of the
+social anecdotes or careless table-talk of his distinguished friends, as
+too many of his contemporaries have done. He was honored with the cordial
+friendship of the EARLS GLENGALL and FITZHARDING; and 'at their tables,'
+he writes, 'I was a frequent guest, where I constantly met with society
+embracing the highest rank and most distinguished talent in England. I
+refrain, from obvious reasons, from mentioning names; but I may say that
+if there was ever a class of persons who confer honor upon the society in
+which they mingle, it is _the Aristocracy of Great-Britain_. There is a
+delicacy and forbearance in their manner, and that air of perfect equality
+which is so indicative of the accomplished gentleman and scholar. COLMAN
+was a very frequent guest at these dinners, and was, with the exception
+perhaps of LORD ALVANLEY, one of the most brilliant diners-out in London.'
+This testimony, let us remark in passing, in favor of the ease and
+simplicity of the really high-born gentlemen of England, is confirmed by
+all Americans who have been well received in English society. The reader
+will especially remember the tribute paid on this point by Mr.  SANDERSON,
+the accomplished 'American in Paris,' in his 'Familiar Letters from
+London,' in these pages. But we are standing before Mr. ABBOTT. In
+Edinburgh 'there lies the scene:'
+
+    'I AGAIN visited Edinburgh at the close of the Covent-Garden
+    season, and received the same undiminished hospitality as on a
+    former occasion. I established an intimacy with the BALLANTINES of
+    celebrated SCOTT memory. MATTHEWS was indebted to JOHN BALLANTINE
+    for his famous old Scotch woman, and he certainly rivalled his
+    preceptor in the quaint and dry humor with which he narrated that
+    most amusing story. The management of the Edinburgh Theatre rested
+    in the hands of Mr. MURRAY. He was the only son of the MURRAY
+    formerly of Covent-Garden Theatre, who was one of the most chaste
+    and impressive actors I ever saw. His Adam, in 'As you Like it,'
+    was really the perfection of the art. Mrs. HENRY SIDDONS, in whom
+    the property was vested at the death of her husband, was,
+    fortunately for me, residing with her charming family in
+    Edinburgh, and I was a constant guest at her table. Her manners
+    were fascinating in the extreme, and a greater compliment could
+    not well be paid than in having the entree to a family so
+    intellectual in their resources, and so perfectly amiable in
+    disposition. A very amusing and agreeable club was got up by a
+    party of young advocates. Delightful it was, from its very
+    absurdity; in fact the nonsense of men of sense is an admirable
+    couch to repose upon. Our numbers were limited, and embraced some
+    of that powerful intellect which the modern Athens possesses in so
+    eminent degree. Mr. MILES ANGUS FLETCHER, Mr. ANDERSON, Sir
+    WILLIAM HAMILTON, and a son of the late and brother of the present
+    Lord MEADOWBANK, were among those I knew intimately, and whose
+    varied talents gave life and soul to the society. We scorned the
+    artificial light that illumined our midnight orgies, and seldom
+    separated before the beams of the sun were dancing in our festive
+    cups.'
+
+The following account of the first _Theatrical Fund Dinner_, an
+entertainment of which we hear so much latterly in England, with the
+defence of actors against the charges of extravagance and improvidence so
+often brought against them, will possess interest for American readers:
+
+    'THE Covent-Garden Theatrical Fund about this period was
+    languishing for want of support; and the great importance to be
+    derived from an increase of its means seriously occupied the
+    attention of the committee. We naturally looked upon it as
+    affording an opportunity of increasing the respectability of the
+    profession, and the means of preventing those individual appeals
+    to the public from our impoverished brethren. There is a popular
+    delusion that actors form a class in which the most reckless
+    profusion is displayed; that the habits of their lives are
+    necessarily dissipated, and that in the enjoyments of the luxuries
+    of to-day, the wants and cares of to-morrow are entirely lost
+    sight of. I do not believe in these sweeping assertions. I will
+    not pretend to say that actors are exempt from the frailties of
+    humanity; nay, I will admit that their course of life perhaps
+    exposes them to greater temptations; but this fact ought rather to
+    operate in their favor, than to tell so powerfully against them. I
+    would ask those persons who are so inimical to the profession of
+    an actor, whether longevity is the result of dissipation; and if
+    they will take the trouble of examining, they will find that
+    actors in general are extremely long-lived. There is a want of
+    thriftiness in their composition, I grant; and fortunately for
+    them the same charge is brought against the poet; the man whose
+    high intellectual powers prevent his descending to the level of
+    this work-day world. But will any one take the trouble of
+    explaining from whence the actor is to derive his wealth? We will
+    imagine that his salary is respectable, that it is regularly paid,
+    and that there is no excuse for his being in debt. And now take
+    into consideration that he has an appearance to maintain; that he
+    has a family to support; and then what becomes of the opportunity
+    of laying by a modicum even, to guard against the decline of life
+    when the 'winter daisies' shall crown his head, and a new race of
+    performers have started up and driven the others from their posts?
+    We have some rare instances of very large fortunes being made and
+    retained by members of the profession it is true, but they were
+    instances of dazzling genius, or had the world's belief that they
+    possessed it. I will take names within the memory of us all: Mrs.
+    SIDDONS, Mr. KEMBLE, Miss O'NEIL, the 'Young Roscius,' and the
+    late Mr. LEWIS; and I will add to that list men of accomplished
+    talents and great honor to the profession; YOUNG, BANNISTER,
+    MUNDEN, BRAHAM, WROUGHTON, LISTON, HARLEY, JOHNSTONE, POWER,
+    JONES; and I am sure the reader will believe me when I state, that
+    I heartily wish I could place my own name in the list. Take the
+    members of any other profession, however honorable, limit their
+    numbers and means to the same proportion, and I ask if you would
+    be enabled to produce a greater list of independent persons. The
+    great advantages to be derived from a Theatrical Fund are here I
+    trust made apparent; and after many suggestions, I believe it fell
+    to the lot of CHARLES TAYLOR to propose an annual public dinner;
+    and it proved a most fortunate idea. The first great point to be
+    obtained was a patron, and then a president for the dinner. Our
+    application met with immediate success, and His Royal Highness the
+    PRINCE REGENT condescendingly gave his name at the head of our
+    undertaking, accompanied by a solid mark of his favor in the
+    donation of one hundred pounds. We then had the gracious consent
+    of the DUKE OF YORK to be our President, aided by his Royal
+    brothers KENT and SUSSEX. The list of vice-presidents embraced
+    many of the most distinguished noblemen and gentlemen in the
+    country. In what an amiable point of view do the Royal Princes
+    place themselves before the public in so thoroughly identifying
+    themselves with the many interesting charities to which London
+    gives birth! The grateful spirit of joyousness which they
+    invariably displayed on these occasions, gave an interest to the
+    festive scenes, and confirmed many a heart in its loyalty to their
+    illustrious house. The late DUKE OF GORDON sat on the right hand
+    of the Royal President, and favored the company with a song, which
+    greatly surprised them, and elicited a general encore, and with
+    which, with great good humor, he immediately complied. MATTHEWS
+    always held a conspicuous position at these dinners, and made a
+    point of giving an original song, selected from his forth-coming
+    entertainment. The amount collected at our first dinner was
+    extraordinary; no less a sum than one thousand eight hundred and
+    seventy pounds. The Drury-Lane Fund in the following year adapted
+    our plan of the dinner, and both these institutions now annually
+    derive a very large sum from the volunteer subscriptions of the
+    Friends of the Drama. The same Royal patronage is most graciously
+    continued by her present Majesty, and Royalty continues to preside
+    at the festival. With this accumulation of patronage the actor may
+    fearlessly look forward to the close of his mortal career without
+    the dread of eleemosynary contributions, and also feel the proud
+    gratification that he has personally contributed to support so
+    interesting a Fund.'
+
+As a specimen of Mr. ABBOTT'S stock-breaking and gambling experiences, we
+quote the subjoined passages:
+
+    'A friend of mine connected with the Stock Exchange on one
+    occasion pointed out to me the great advantage of occasionally
+    purchasing five thousand consuls on time, knowing that I had
+    capital unemployed; the certain profits were placed before me in
+    such an agreeable point of view, that I could not resist the bait.
+    In the course of two days I received a check for fifty pounds, a
+    sum by no means unpleasant, considering that I had not advanced
+    one farthing. The natural consequence was that I repeated the dose
+    with various success until I was ultimately well plucked. I
+    sustained a loss of one thousand pounds. I then began to be very
+    uneasy, until I fortunately discovered that by one _coup_ I had
+    made two hundred pounds. My broker had waddled of course, without
+    being able to make up his differences. The parties of whom I had
+    purchased, through my agent, refused to pay me, as they had no
+    knowledge of a third person, and were themselves considerable
+    sufferers by the aforesaid broker. I could not understand the
+    justice of this measure, for I had always paid my losses to the
+    moment; so I walked to Temple-Bar, pulled off my hat most
+    gracefully to that venerable arch, and vowed never again to pass
+    it in the pursuit of ill-gotten wealth. I had always a perfect
+    horror of _gambling_, and little imagined I was pursuing it in a
+    wholesale manner. To satisfy my inordinate curiosity, for
+    sight-seeing, I have twice or thrice in my life passed the
+    threshhold of a gambling-house in London, but never felt the least
+    personal desire to embark the smallest sum, although keenly alive
+    to the dangerous excitement in others. On one of these occasions
+    it fell to my lot to witness a most affecting and trying scene.
+    The names of the parties came to my knowledge afterward, which
+    from delicacy I of course suppress. A gentleman had for some years
+    been separated from his wife, in consequence of infidelity on her
+    part with a man of high fashion, an officer of the Guards. An
+    action and divorce ensued; but two children whom he had previous
+    to this unfortunate event, he refused to acknowledge, thus
+    endeavoring to put the stain of illegitimacy upon them. Years
+    rolled on, and the father and son never met. Rouge-et-Noir was the
+    fashionable game of the day, and Pall-Mall and St. James-street
+    swarmed with gambling-houses. Two gentlemen were quarrelling upon
+    a point, each accusing the other of taking the stake. The younger
+    man was the officer on guard that day, and consequently in
+    uniform. High words ensued; cards were exchanged; and in one
+    moment, from the most ungovernable rage, they became motionless as
+    statues. The silence was at length interrupted by an explanation
+    of 'By Heaven! my son!' This remark was made from the impulse of
+    the moment, and probably struck a chord in the parent's heart that
+    let loose all his affections. They retired to another apartment;
+    explanations ensued; and a reconciliation was the result.'
+
+Elsewhere Mr. ABBOTT describes the gambling-houses of Paris, 'those dens
+of iniquity,' as he terms them. 'The varied scenes of frantic joy and
+human debasement,' he writes, 'which I witnessed at FRASCATI'S, were truly
+appalling. The extremes of excitement were as powerfully exhibited in the
+loser of twenty francs as in the man who had lost his twenty thousand.'
+The annexed sketch of the lamented career of poor CONWAY, who will be
+'freshly remembered' by many of our readers in the Atlantic cities, is
+authentic in every particular. It is not without its lesson, in more
+regards than one:
+
+    'I find I have neglected to mention an actor, who stood
+    sufficiently forward, both by his position and his misfortunes, to
+    be entitled to a respectful notice; I mean Mr. CONWAY. He was said
+    to be the illegitimate offspring of a distinguished nobleman; but
+    whether his own pride prevented his making advances, and he was
+    resolved to lay the foundation of his own fame and fortune, or
+    whether he met with a check upon his natural feelings from one who
+    was bound to support him, I know not; but, gifted as he was with a
+    commanding person, a most gentlemanlike deportment, and advantages
+    peculiarly adapted for the stage, it is no wonder that the
+    histrionic art held forth inducements and hopes of obtaining a
+    brighter position than any other career open to him, without the
+    aid of pecuniary means, and the patronage which was withheld from
+    him. He made his appearance in 1813, the season previous to KEAN,
+    in the character of 'Alexander the Great.' He met with a very
+    flattering reception, and produced a great effect upon the fair
+    sex. Indeed, the actors, who are upon these occasions lynx-eyed,
+    could not avoid their remarks upon a certain Duchess, who never
+    missed one of his performances, and appeared to take the deepest
+    interest in his success. CONWAY was upward of six feet in height.
+    He was deficient in strong intellectual expression, yet he had the
+    reputation of being very handsome. His head was too small for his
+    frame, and his complexion too light and sanguine for the profound
+    and varied emotions of deep tragedy. There was a tinge of
+    affectation in his deportment, which had the effect of creating
+    among many a strong feeling of prejudice against him. His bearing
+    was always gentlemanly, and with the exception of a slight
+    superciliousness of manner, amiable to every body; and his talent,
+    though not of the highest order, was still sufficiently prominent
+    to enable him to maintain a distinguished position. And yet this
+    man, with so little to justify spleen, was literally, from an
+    unaccountable prejudice, driven from the stage by one of the
+    leading weekly journals, edited by a gentleman whose biting satire
+    was death to those who had the misfortune to come under his lash.
+    In complete disgust, he retired from the boards, and filled the
+    humble situation of prompter at the Haymarket-Theatre, but
+    afterward left for the United States, where he became a great
+    favorite. But the canker was at his heart. He again quitted the
+    stage, and prepared himself for the Church; but there again he was
+    foiled. The ministers of our holy religion refused to receive him,
+    not from any moral stain upon his character, but because he had
+    been an actor! What is to become of the priesthood, who in the
+    early periods were the only actors, and selected scriptural
+    subjects for representation? He left in a packet for Savannah,
+    overwhelmed with misery and disappointment. 'Ushered into the
+    world by a parent who would not acknowledge him; driven out of it
+    in the belief that he was the proscribed of Heaven!' At the moment
+    they were passing the bar at Charleston, he threw himself
+    overboard. Efforts were made to save him; a settee was thrown over
+    for him to cling to until they could adopt more decisive measures
+    for his rescue. He saw the object; but his resolution was taken.
+    He waved his hand, and sunk to rise no more. I have reason to
+    believe, that the gentleman to whom I have alluded as having made
+    such fearful use of his editorial powers, felt deep remorse when
+    the news of his ill-timed death arrived. He also is now no more!
+    Poor CONWAY! Had he possessed more nerve, he might still have
+    triumphed over the unkindness of his fate:
+
+      'Who has not known ill fortune, never knew
+      Himself or his own virtue.'
+
+In the same chapter we find a bit of artistical grouping in a historical
+picture, which the reader will agree with us is well worthy of
+preservation:
+
+    'The world never witnessed such powerful scenes of exciting
+    interest as took possession of Great Britain about this period.
+    The people were drunk with enthusiasm. One victory followed so
+    rapidly on the heels of another, that they had not time to sober
+    down. The peninsular campaign had closed, and the hitherto sacred
+    soil of France was invaded. The restoration of legitimacy, and the
+    momentary enthusiasm of the French in favor of their exiled
+    monarch, disturbed the intellects of half mankind. The magnificent
+    entree of LOUIS the Eighteenth into London from Heartwell Park,
+    where he had resided for some years, almost conveyed the idea that
+    it was his own capital he was entering, after his long and weary
+    exile. The silken banner with the _fleur de lis_ flaunting from
+    the walls of Devonshire-House and all the neighboring mansions in
+    Piccadilly; immense cavalcades of gentlemen superbly mounted, all
+    wearing the white cockade; the affectionate sympathy and profound
+    respect shown by all classes toward the illustrious representative
+    of the Bourbons, was touching in the extreme. On his route from
+    Heartwell, and through Stanmore, troops of yeomanry turned out to
+    give him an honorable escort; and what could be _more_ honorable
+    than the voluntary attendance of the farmers who represented the
+    very bone and sinew of the country? The large portly figure of the
+    KING perfectly disabused JOHN BULL of the long-cherished idea that
+    Frenchmen lived entirely upon frogs. Even that particular fact
+    interested them, and repeated huzzas greeted him throughout the
+    whole of his route to London. On his arrival at Guillon's Hotel in
+    Albermarle-street, which had been most splendidly prepared for his
+    reception, His Royal Highness the PRINCE REGENT received him with
+    that delicate attention so worthy of his high and gallant bearing;
+    and there LOUIS must have met with one of the most touching scenes
+    that ever thrilled the human heart. One hundred and fifty of the
+    ancient noblesse were waiting, after years of hopeless
+    expectation, to greet the head of that illustrious house, the
+    recollection of whose sufferings awakened the most painful
+    feelings. Not one of them but had shared in the horrors of that
+    bloody revolution; and not one of them but truly felt that the
+    happiness of that moment repaid them for all their sufferings.'
+
+A rich specimen of the pompous ignorance sometimes exhibited by theatrical
+managers is afforded in the following anecdote, which has appeared in
+England, but which we are sure will be relished by our readers. It may
+seem extraordinary that a manager should be such an ignoramus; but 'half
+the actors on the English stage,' says a recent writer, 'dare not address
+a gentleman a note, lest they should 'show their hands:''
+
+    'WHEN I first became a member of Covent-Garden, Mr. FAWCETT held
+    the reins of management, in consequence of the retirement of Mr.
+    KEMBLE from that position. He had experience to guide him, but he
+    unfortunately possessed a dictatorial manner, and a want of that
+    refinement and education which had so distinguished his great
+    predecessor. In speaking of his public position, however, let me
+    pay homage to his private virtues. He was a tender husband, an
+    affectionate father, and a warm friend. During my first season a
+    play was produced called the '_Students of Salamanca_.' The author
+    was Mr. JAMIESON, a member of the bar, who had been particularly
+    successful in several light pieces produced at the Haymarket. Mr.
+    JONES and myself were 'The Students,' and it occurred to me in my
+    character to say, 'My danger was imminent.' These words had
+    scarcely passed my lips, when a dark and lowering look dimmed the
+    countenance of the manager. I saw that something was wrong, but
+    was quite at a loss to guess the cause. At the end of the scene,
+    unwilling to mortify me in the presence of the company, he
+    beckoned me aside, and said: 'Young man, do you know what you
+    said?' I changed color, feeling that something fearful had
+    occurred. I replied, very much agitated, that I was not aware of
+    any error. 'I thought so! Do you know where you are? You are in
+    _London_, not in Bath!' The fact was so self-evident that I did
+    not attempt to disprove it. 'You will be delivered up to scorn and
+    contempt; the critics will immolate you; the eyes of this great
+    metropolis are fixed upon you. I thought you were a well-educated
+    young man, but I have been deceived--grossly deceived!' The effect
+    of this tirade may be more easily conceived than described. My
+    face flushed, my heart beat, and I at length mustered courage to
+    say, 'For heaven's sake, Sir, pray tell me; I am extremely
+    sorry--deeply regret--but pray tell me!' The kindness of his
+    disposition got the better of his pedantry, and seeing the
+    agitation under which I was really suffering, he replied: 'Do you
+    remember that you said your danger was _imminent_'? Now, Sir,
+    there is no such word in the English language: it is _eminent!!_'
+    Need I mention the unbounded relief this explanation gave me? I
+    quietly suggested the difference of their significations, and was
+    never after troubled with any corrections. He was a man of
+    sterling qualities, somewhat like a melon, as his friend COLMAN
+    said; 'rough without, smooth within.''
+
+In the way of a hoax, we remember nothing more cleverly performed, than
+the rather cruel one whose execution is pleasantly recorded below:
+
+    'THERE was a lady attached to the Worthing Theatre, (mark me,
+    reader, I did not say attached to _me_,) who was very eccentric,
+    and who was, 'small blame to her,' as the Irishman says, also very
+    susceptible. I was on very intimate terms with Mr. HARLEY, who was
+    then at Worthing; and one day, while quietly dining together, we
+    mutually agreed that there was a fickleness about this lady which
+    deserved some reproof. We were really liberal in our feelings, and
+    would not have objected to her shooting an extra dart
+    occasionally; but it was not to be borne that she should let fly a
+    whole quiver at once. We had observed that by way of having two or
+    more strings to her bow, she had got up a flirtation with the
+    leader of the band, a most respectable man by the way, and of
+    considerable talent. After giving the affair all due
+    consideration, we decided upon a mock-duel, in which I was to
+    personate one of the heroes, my rival being the aforesaid leader.
+    We carefully and ostentatiously avoided all appearance of
+    communication, and in such a way that it always reached her
+    knowledge. Thus by gentle innuendoes she discovered that something
+    serious was in contemplation, and of course she was not a little
+    flattered, as she was the object of dispute. Our duelling-pistols
+    were one day ostentatiously paraded, and evident anxiety took
+    possession of the company, who were carefully excluded from the
+    secret. The following morning at five o'clock we each left our
+    lodgings, accompanied by our seconds, the rain pouring in
+    torrents. HARLEY then went to the lodgings of the frail or rather
+    fair one, knocked at the door most violently, and at length she
+    appeared at the window, in evident alarm. He urged her if she had
+    the feelings of a woman immediately to accompany him, and prevent
+    murder; briefly stating, that her 'beauties were the cause and
+    most accursed effect.' In a state of real excitement, mixed up
+    with woman's vanity, she rushed out of the house, and accompanied
+    that wag of wags. A white beaver hat, sweet emblem of her purity,
+    was on her head, and partially concealed her disordered ringlets,
+    hastily gathered together. We arranged with HARLEY always to keep
+    ourselves a certain distance in advance on the pathway bordering
+    the sands. The first thing that occurred was a sudden gust of wind
+    which swept the white beaver a considerable distance and covered
+    it with mud; her flowing locks then fell upon her alabaster neck,
+    and her romantic appearance was perfect. We most cruelly led her
+    on a distance of at least two miles, and took our station near
+    some lime-kilns, close to the sea. When she was sufficiently near,
+    one of the seconds stepped forward and gave the signal by dropping
+    a blood-stained handkerchief, prepared for the occasion. Bang!
+    bang! went the pistols; when she gracefully sank into the arms of
+    HARLEY, who held her in a fine melo-dramatic attitude. The report
+    was soon over all the town, and of course in the newspapers. My
+    adversary put his arm in a sling, and whenever I happened to be
+    near her, in a perfect state of despair I vowed that I could never
+    forgive myself for having shot my friend. We mutually repulsed her
+    by severe looks whenever she approached us; and she soon left the
+    Worthing Theatre to seek for victims of less sensibility in other
+    places.'
+
+We once more take our leave of Mr. ABBOTT'S agreeable manuscript volume;
+by no means certain, however, that its entertaining pages may not again
+tempt us to share with our readers the enjoyment they have afforded us.
+
+
+GOSSIP WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS.--Will the author of '_Public
+Concert-Singing_' favor us with his address? We are desirous of
+communicating with him, although he does _not_ 'find his hastily-jotted
+thoughts in the pages of the KNICKERBOCKER,' for reasons which perhaps he
+can partly divine from the present number, and which we could impart more
+directly in a private note. We agree with him entirely in his views; and
+if he will permit us, we will here quote a passage from an article which
+we penned upon a subject collateral to his general theme, many years ago,
+before we were hampered with the professional '_we_,' and could write out
+of our 'company dress.' It is a little sketch of the first public singing,
+save that of the church, to which we had ever listened: 'How well do I
+remember it! It was at the theatre of a country village; a rough,
+barn-like edifice, at which several Stentor-lunged Thespians 'from the
+New-York and Philadelphia Theatres' split the ears of the groundlings, and
+murdered SHAKSPEARE'S heroes and the King's English. I had been watching
+with boyish curiosity the play which had just concluded: the mottled,
+patched, yellowish-green curtain had descended upon the personages whose
+sorrows were my own; and I was gazing vacantly at the long row of tallow
+candles placed in holes bored for the purpose in the stage, and at the two
+fiddlers who composed 'the orchestra,' and who were reconnoitering the
+house. Presently a small bell was rung, with a jerk. There was a flourish
+or two from 'the orchestra;' another tinkle of the bell; and up rose the
+faded drapery. An interval of a moment succeeded, during which half of a
+large mountain was removed from the scenery, and a piece of forest shoved
+up to the ambitious wood that had been aspiring to overtop the Alps. At
+length a young lady, whom I had just seen butchered in a most horrid
+manner by a villain, came from the side of the stage with a smile, which,
+while it displayed her white teeth, wrought the rouge upon her face into
+very perceptible corrugations, and made a lowly courtesy. She walked with
+measured step three or four times across the stage, in the full blaze of
+the flaring candles, smiling again, and hemming, to clear her voice.
+Presently a perfect stillness prevailed; 'awed Consumption checked his
+chided cough;' every urchin suspended his cat-call; and 'the boldest held
+his breath for a time.' Our vocalist looked at the leader of the orchestra
+and his fellow-fiddlers, and commenced, in harmony with their instruments.
+How touching was that song! I shall never have my soul so enrapt again.
+That _freshness_ of young admiration possessed my spirit which can come
+but once. The air was '_The Braes of Balquither_,' a charming melody,
+meetly wedded to the noble lines of TANNEHILL; and enthusiasm was at its
+height when the singer had concluded the following stanza, almost sublime
+in its picturesque beauty:
+
+  'When the rude wintry wind wildly raves round our dwelling,
+  And the roar of the lion on the night-breeze is swelling,
+  Then so merrily we'll sing, while the storm rattles o'er us,
+  Till the dear shealing ring with the light-lilting chorus!'
+
+The air was old as the hills, but like all Scottish melodies, as lasting
+too. To every body the songs of Scotland are grateful; and the universal
+attachment to them arises from their beautiful simplicity, deep pathos,
+and unaffected, untrammelled melody. The romantic sway of the songs of
+Scotland over her sons when 'far awa' is to me no marvel. If they possess
+the power to thrill or to subdue the hearts of those who have never
+stepped upon the soil of that glorious country, is it at all surprising
+that they should exert a powerful influence over the native-born, who
+associate those airs with the purple heath, the blue loch, the hazy
+mountain-top, and the valley sleeping below?
+
+  'What sweet tears dim the eyes unshed,
+    What wild vows falter on the tongue,
+  When 'Scots wha ha' wi' WALLACE bled,'
+    Or 'Auld Lang Syne' is sung!'
+
+The association however is touching, not _alone_ because it awakens old
+recollections, but because the music is _natural_; it is the language of
+the heart. Affectation has not interpopolated tortuous windings and trills
+and shakes, to mar its beauty, and to clip the full melodious notes of
+their fair proportions. It is pleasant to think that fashion, though never
+so potent, can neither divert nor lessen the popular attachment to the
+simpler melodies. We have the authority of the WOODS, WILSON, SINCLAIR,
+POWER, and other eminent artists for stating that 'Black-eyed Susan,'
+'John Anderson my Jo,' 'The Last Rose of Summer,' and kindred airs, could
+always 'bring down the house,' no matter what the antagonistical musical
+attraction might be. We could wish that the VENERABLE TAURUS, or 'OLD
+BULL,' as many persons call him, would take a hint from this. Let him try
+it once; and we venture to say that no one, however uninitiated, will
+again retire from his splendid performances as a country friend of ours
+did lately, assigning as a reason: 'I waited till about ha'-past nine; and
+_then_ he hadn't got done _tunin' his fiddle_!' A touch of 'music for the
+general heart' would have enchained him till morning. CHRISTOPHER NORTH,
+we perceive, in the last BLACKWOOD, fully enters into the spirit of our
+predilection. He has just returned from a concert of fashionable music,
+where he 'tried to faint, that he might be carried out, but didn't know
+how to do it,' and was compelled to sit with compressed lips, and listen
+to 'sounds from flat shrill signorinas, quavering to distraction,' for two
+long hours. When he gets _home_, however, he 'feeds fat his grudge'
+against modern musical affectations. Let us condense a few of his
+objurgations:
+
+    'It is a perfect puzzle to us by what process the standard of
+    music has become so lowered, as to make what is ordinarily served
+    up under that name be received as the legitimate descendant of
+    harmony. There is but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous,
+    and this entrancing art, it seems, has taken it; sorely
+    dislocating its graceful limbs, and injuring its goodly
+    proportions in the unseemly escapade. We hate your crashing,
+    clumsy chords, and utterly spit at and defy chromatic passages,
+    from one end of the instrument to the other, and back again;
+    flats, sharps, and most appropriate 'naturals,' spattered all over
+    the page. The essential spirit of discord seems to be let loose on
+    our modern music. Music to soothe! the idea is obsolete. There is
+    music to excite, much to irritate one, and much more to drive a
+    really musical soul stark mad; but none to soothe, save that which
+    is drawn from the hiding-places of the past. There is no repose,
+    no refreshment to the mind, in our popular compositions. There is
+    to us more of touching pathos, heart-thrilling expression, in some
+    of the old psalm-tunes, feelingly played, than in a whole batch of
+    modernisms. The strains go _home_, and the 'fountains of the great
+    deep are broken up;' the great deep of unfathomable feeling, that
+    lies far, far below the surface of the world-hardened heart; and
+    as the unwonted yet unchecked tear starts to the eye, the softened
+    spirit yields to their influence, and shakes off the moil of
+    earthly care; rising, purified and spiritualized, into a clearer
+    atmosphere.'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We often hear of odd things happening in consequence of mistakes in
+orthography, but seldom of any benefit accruing therefrom to the
+orthooepist. But a friend mentioned to us a little circumstance the other
+day, which would seem to prove that it does a man good sometimes to spell
+somewhat at variance with old JOHNSON. In a village not far hence lived a
+man known by the name of BROKEN JONES. He had dissipated a large fortune
+in various law-suits; had become poor and crazy; and at last, like another
+PEEBLES, his sole occupation consisted in haunting the courts, lawyers'
+offices, and other scenes of his misfortunes. To judge and attorneys he
+was a most incorrigible bore; to the latter especially, from whom he was
+continually soliciting opinions on cases which had long been 'settled,'
+and carried to the law-ledgers, where they were only occasionally hunted
+up as precedents in the suit of perhaps some other destined victims. As
+JONES hadn't a cent of money left, it was of course impossible for him to
+obtain any more 'opinions;' but this didn't cure him of his law-mania. One
+morning he entered the office of lawyer D----, in a more excited state
+than he had exhibited for a long time, and seating himself _vis-a-vis_
+with _his_ victim, requested his 'opinion' on one of the 'foregone
+conclusions' already mentioned. D---- happening at the moment to be very
+busy, endeavored to get rid of his visiter, and contrived various
+expedients for that purpose. But JONES was not in a mood to be trifled
+with. 'I came, 'Squire,' said he, 'to get your opinion in writing on this
+case, and I will have it before I leave the room, if I sit here till the
+day of judgment!' The lawyer looked upon his visiter, while a thought of
+forcible ejectment passed through his brain; but the glaring eye and stout
+athletic frame which met his gaze, told him that such a course would be
+extremely hazardous. At length the dinner-bell rang. A bright thought
+struck him; and putting on his coat and hat, he took JONES gently by the
+arm: 'Come,' said he, 'go and dine with me.' 'No!' said the latter,
+fiercely; 'I'll never dine again until I get what I came for.' The lawyer
+was in a quandary, and at length, in very despair, he consented to forego
+his dinner and give his annoyer the desired opinion. 'Well, well, JONES,'
+said he, soothingly, 'you shall have it;' and gathering pens, ink and
+paper, he was soon seated at the table, while JONES, creeping on tiptoe
+across the room, stood peeping over his shoulder. The lawyer commenced:
+'My oppinion in the case----' 'Humph!' said the lunatic, suddenly seizing
+his hat, and turning on his heel, '_I wouldn't give a d--n for your
+opinion with two p's!_' . . . MANY of our public as well as private
+correspondents seem to have been not a little interested in the articles
+on _Mind and Instinct_, in late numbers of this Magazine. A valued friend
+writing from Maryland, observes: 'The collection of facts by your
+contributor is very industrious, their array quite skilful, and the
+argument very strong. I think, however, that if I had time I could pick
+several flaws in the reasoning, or rather erect a very good
+counter-argument, founded principally upon the fact that the intelligence
+of animals is generally as great in early youth as it is in the prime of
+their beasthood. The author might have added to his list of facts, an
+account which I read when a boy, of the practice of the baboons in
+Caffraria, near the orange-orchards. They arrange themselves in a row from
+their dens to the orange-trees. One then ascends the tree, plucks the
+oranges, and throws them to the next baboon, and he to the next, and so on
+throughout the whole file; they standing some fifty yards apart. In this
+manner they quickly strip a tree, and at the same time are safe from being
+all surprised at once. The early French missionaries in Canada, also
+asserted that the squirrels of that region, having denuded the country on
+one side of the big lake, of nuts, used to take pieces of birch bark, and
+hoisting their tails for canvass, float to the other side for their
+supply.' We have been struck with a passage in a powerful article upon
+'_The Hope that is within Us_,' in a late foreign periodical, wherein the
+fruitful theme of our correspondent is touched upon. 'If matter,' says the
+writer, 'be incapable of consciousness, as JOHNSON so powerfully argues in
+_Rasselas_, then the _animus_ of brutes must be an _anima_, and
+immaterial; for the dog and the elephant not merely exhibit
+'consciousness,' but a 'half-reasoning' power. And if it be true, as
+JOHNSON maintains, that immateriality of necessity produces immortality,
+then the poor Indian's conclusion is the most logical,
+
+  'Who thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
+  His faithful dog shall bear him company.'
+
+The truth is, that we must depend upon _revelation_ for an assurance of
+immortality; which promises, however, the resurrection of the body, as
+philosophy is unequal to its demonstration, and modern researches into
+animal life have rendered the proof more difficult than heretofore.' By
+the by, 'speaking of animals:' there is a letter from LEMUEL GULLIVER in
+the last number of BLACKWOOD, describing a meeting of 'delegates from the
+different classes of consumers of _oats_, held at the Nag's-Head inn at
+Horsham.' The business of the meeting was opened by a young RACER, who
+expressed his desire to promote the interests of the horse-community, and
+to promote any measure which might contribute to the increase of the
+consumption of oats, and improve the condition of his fellow quadrupeds.
+He considered the horse-interest greatly promoted by the practice of
+sowing wild oats, which he warmly commended. A HACKNEY-COACH HORSE
+declared himself in favor of the _sliding-scale_, which he understood to
+mean the wooden pavement. Things went much more smoothly wherever it was
+established. He contended for the abolition of nose-bags, which he
+designated as an intolerable nuisance; urged the prohibition of chaff with
+oats, as unfit for the use of able-bodied horses; and indeed evinced the
+truth of his professions, that he 'yielded to no horse in an anxious
+desire to promote the true interests of the horse-community.' An OLD
+ENGLISH HUNTER impressed upon the young delegates the good old adage of
+'Look before you leap,' and urged them to go for 'measures, not men.' A
+STAGE HORSE 'congratulated the community upon the abolition of
+bearing-reins, those grievous burdens upon the necks of all free-going
+horses; and he trusted the time would soon arrive when the blinkers would
+also be taken off, every corn-bin thrown open, and every horse his own
+leader.' Several other steeds, in the various ranks of horse-society,
+addressed the meeting. 'Resolutions, drawn by two DRAY-HORSES, embodying
+the supposed grievances of the community, were finally agreed upon, and a
+petition, under the hoof of the president, founded upon them, having been
+prepared and ordered to be presented to the House of Commons by the
+members for Horsham, the meeting separated, and the delegates returned to
+their respective stables.' . . . WHAT habitual theatre or opera-goer has
+not been tempted a thousand times to laugh outright, and quite in the
+wrong place, at the incongruities, the inconsistencies, the mental and
+physical _catachreses_ of the stage, which defy illusion and destroy all
+vraisemblance? A London sufferer in this kind has hit off some of the
+salient points of these absurdities in a few 'Recollections of the Opera:'
+
+  'I'VE known a god on clouds of gauze
+    With patience hear a people's prayer,
+  And bending to the pit's applause,
+    Wait while the priest repeats the air.
+
+  I've seen a black-wig'd Jove hurl down
+    A thunder-bolt along a wire,
+  To burn some distant canvass town,
+    Which--how vexatious!--won't catch fire.
+
+  I've known a tyrant doom a maid
+    (With trills and _roulades_ many a score)
+  To instant death! She, sore afraid,
+    Sings: and the audience cries 'Encore!'
+
+  I've seen two warriors in a rage
+    Draw glist'ning swords and, awful sight!
+  Meet face to face upon the stage
+    To sing a song, but not to fight!
+
+  I've heard a king exclaim 'To arms!'
+    Some twenty times, yet still remain;
+  I've known his army 'midst alarms,
+    Help by a bass their monarch's strain.
+
+  I've known a hero wounded sore,
+    With well-tuned voice his foes defy;
+  And warbling stoutly on the floor,
+    With the last flourish fall and die.
+
+  I've seen a mermaid dress'd in blue;
+    I've seen a cupid burn a wing;
+  I've known a Neptune lose a shoe;
+    I've heard a guilty spectre sing.
+
+  I've seen, spectators of a dance,
+    Two Brahmins, Mahomet, the Cid,
+  Four Pagan kings, four knights of France,
+    Jove and the Muses--scene Madrid!'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The leading paper in the present number will not escape the attention nor
+fail to win the admiration of the reader. The description of the _Ascent
+of Mount AEtna_ by our eminent artist, is forcible and graphic in the
+extreme. It will derive additional interest at this moment from the recent
+eruption of this renowned volcano, which still continued at the last
+advices, and by which already seventy persons had lost their lives. If our
+metropolitan readers would desire a _due_ impression of the magnificent
+scene which our correspondent has described, let them drop in at the rooms
+of the National Academy of Design, where they will find the Burning
+Mountain, as seen from Taormina, depicted in all its vastness and
+grandeur; and not only this, but the noble series of allegorical pictures,
+heretofore noticed at large in this Magazine, called '_The Voyage of
+Life_,' representing Childhood, Youth, Manhood, and Old Age; '_Angels
+ministering to Christ in the Wilderness_,' a picture that has an horizon,
+and an aerial gradation toward the zenith, which alone, to say nothing of
+the figures, and the composition itself as a study, would richly repay a
+visit; '_The Past and the Present_,' two most effective scenes, especially
+the second, which is overflowing with the mingled graces of poetry and
+art; a glorious composition, '_An Italian Scene_,' of which we shall speak
+hereafter; as well as of the view of '_Ruined Aqueducts in the Campagna di
+Roma_,' fading into dimness toward the imperial city, and of '_The Notch
+in the White Mountains_' of New-Hampshire. _Apropos_: we perceive by a
+letter from an American at Rome, in one of the public journals, that
+THORWALDSEN, the great sculptor, was an enthusiastic admirer of Mr. COLE'S
+pictures, particularly of his 'Voyage of Life,' which he pronounced
+'original, and new in art.' 'He could talk of nothing else,' says the
+writer, 'for a long time; and every time he speaks of him, he adds: '_Ma
+che artista, che grand' artista, quel vostro compatriota! Che fantasia!
+quanto studio della natura!_' 'But what an artist, what a great artist, is
+this countryman of yours! What fancy, what study of nature!' . . . WE are
+aware of a pair of 'bonny blue een' swimming in light, that will 'come the
+married woman's eye' over a kind but most antiquarian husband, when the
+following is read, some two weeks from now, in their 'little parlor' in a
+town of the far west. It reaches us in the MS. of a Boston friend: 'Old
+Colonel W----, formerly a well-known character in one of our eastern
+cities, was remarkable for but one passion out of the ordinary range of
+humanity, and that was for buying at auction any little lot of trumpery
+which came under the head of 'miscellaneous,' for the reason that it
+couldn't be classified. Though close-fisted in general, he was continually
+throwing away his money by fives and tens upon such trash. In this way he
+had filled all the odd corners in his dwelling and out-houses with a
+collection of nondescript articles, that would have puzzled a philosopher
+to tell what they were made for, or to what use they could ever be put.
+This however, was but a secondary consideration with the Colonel; for he
+seldom troubled his head about such articles after they were once fairly
+housed. Not so with his wife however, who was continually remonstrating
+against these purchases, which served only to clutter up the house, and as
+food for the mirth of the domestics. But the Colonel, though he often
+submitted to these remonstrances of his better-half, couldn't resist his
+passion; and so he went on adding from week to week to his heap of
+miscellanies. One day while sauntering down the street, he heard the full,
+rich tones of his friend C----, the well-known auctioneer, and as a matter
+of course stepped in to see what was being sold. On the floor he observed
+a collection that looked as if it might have been purloined from the garret
+of some museum, and around which a motley group was assembled; while on the
+counter stood the portly auctioneer, in the very height of a mock-indignant
+remonstrance with his audience. 'Nine dollars and ninety cents!' cried the
+auctioneer. 'Gentlemen, it is a shame, it is barbarous, to stand by and
+permit such a sacrifice of property! Nine dol-_lars_ and ninety---- Good
+morning, Colonel! A magnificent lot of--of--_antiques_--and all going for
+nine dollars and ninety cents. Gentlemen, you'll never see another such
+lot; and all going--going--for nine dollars and ninety cents. Colonel
+W----, can _you_ permit such a sacrifice?' The Colonel glanced his eye over
+the lot, and then with a nod and a wink assured him he could not. The next
+instant the hammer came down, and the purchase was the Colonel's, at ten
+dollars. As the articles were to be paid for and removed immediately, the
+Colonel lost no time in getting a cart, and having seen every thing packed
+up and on their way to his house, he proceeded to his own store, chuckling
+within himself that _now_ at least he had made a bargain at which even his
+wife couldn't grumble. In due time he was seated at the dinner-table, when
+lifting his eyes, he observed a cloud upon his wife's brow. 'Well, my
+dear?' said he, inquiringly. 'Well?' repeated his wife; 'it is _not_ well,
+Mr. W.; I am vexed beyond endurance. You know C----, the auctioneer?'
+'Certainly,' replied the Colonel; 'and a very gentlemanly person he is
+_too_.' '_You_ may think so,' rejoined the wife, 'but I _don't_, and I'll
+tell you why. A few days ago I gathered together all the trumpery with
+which you have been cluttering up the house for the last twelve-month, and
+sent it to Mr. C----, with orders to sell the lot immediately to the
+highest bidder for cash. He assured me he would do so in all this week, at
+farthest, and pay over the proceeds to my order. And here I've been
+congratulating myself on two things: first, on having got rid of a most
+intolerable nuisance; and secondly, on receiving money enough therefor to
+purchase that new velvet hat you promised me so long ago. And now what do
+you think? This morning, about an hour ago, _the whole load came back
+again, without a word of explanation_!' The Colonel looked blank for a
+moment, and then proceeded to clear up the mystery. But the good VROUW was
+pacified only by the promise of a ten-dollar note beside that in the hands
+of the auctioneer; on condition, however, that she should never mention
+it.' Of course she kept her word! . . . HOW seldom it is that one
+encounters a good sonnet! Most sonnetteers of our day are like
+feeble-framed men walking in heavy armor; 'the massy weight on't galls
+their laden limbs.' We remember two or three charming sonnets of
+LONGFELLOW'S; PARK BENJAMIN has been unwontedly felicitous in some of his
+examples; and H. T. TUCKERMAN has excelled in the same poetical role. Here
+is a late specimen of his, from the 'Democratic Review,' which we regard
+as very beautiful:
+
+
+DESOLATION.
+
+  THINK ye the desolate must live apart,
+    By solemn vows to convent walls confined?
+  Ah! no; with men may dwell the cloistered heart,
+    And in a crowd the isolated mind:
+  Tearless behind the prison-bars of fate
+    The world sees not how sorrowful they stand,
+  Gazing so fondly through the iron grate
+    Upon the promised, yet forbidden land;
+  Patience, the shrine to which their bleeding feet,
+    Day after day, in voiceless penance turn;
+  Silence the holy cell and calm retreat
+    In which unseen their meek devotions burn;
+  Life is to them a vigil that none share,
+  Their hopes a sacrifice, their love a prayer.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'OUR Ancient,' the editor of the handsome 'Lady's and Gentleman's
+Magazine' hight '_The Columbian_,' (which is to run a brisk competition,
+as we learn, with the other 'pictorials,' GODEY'S, GRAHAM'S, and
+SNOWDEN'S,) should have enabled us to speak of it from an examination of
+_our own copy_, instead of being obliged to filch an idea of its merits
+from the counter of those most obliging gentlemen, Messrs. BURGESS AND
+STRINGER. The work is a gay one externally, and spirited internally;
+having several good articles from good writers, male and female. One of
+the best things in it, however, is the paper on '_Magazine Literature_,'
+by the Editor. How many writers, now well known both at home and abroad,
+who began and continue their literary career in the KNICKERBOCKER, can
+bear testimony to the truth of the following remarks:
+
+    'WE have said that this is the age of magazines; adverting not
+    merely to their number, but even more especially to their
+    excellence. They are the field, chiefly, in which literary
+    reputation is won. Who ever thinks of JOHN WILSON as the learned
+    professor, or as the author of bound volumes? Who does not, when
+    WILSON'S name is mentioned, instantly call to mind the splendid
+    article-writer, the CHRISTOPHER NORTH of Blackwood? CHARLES LAMB
+    was long known only as the ELIA of the New Monthly. Most of the
+    modern French celebrities; SUE, JANIN, and half a hundred others,
+    have made their fame in the _feuilletons_ of the Parisian
+    journals; a more decided graft, by the way, than is elsewhere
+    seen, of the magazine upon the newspaper. In our own country, how
+    many there are whose names are known from the St. Lawrence to the
+    Gulf of Mexico, that are as yet innocent of books, but have
+    nevertheless contributed largely and well to the growing stock of
+    American literature. How many more who are bringing themselves
+    into notice by their monthly efforts in the pages of some popular
+    magazine. In fact, the magazine is the true channel into which
+    talent should direct itself for the acquisition of literary fame.
+    The newspaper is too ephemeral; the book is not of sufficiently
+    rapid and frequent production. The monthly magazine just hits the
+    happy medium, enabling the writer to present himself twelve times
+    a year before a host of readers, in whose memories he is thus kept
+    fresh, yet allowing him space enough to develope his thought, and
+    time enough to do his talent justice in each article. Then, too,
+    on the score of emolument, justly recognised now as a very
+    essential matter, and legitimately entitled to grave
+    consideration, the magazine offers advantages not within the reach
+    of either book or newspaper. . . . BUT after all, the great point
+    is, that magazines are more read than any other kind of
+    publications. They just adapt themselves to the leisure of the
+    business man, and the taste of the idler; to the spare half hours
+    of the notable housewife and the languid inertia of the
+    fashionable lady. They can be dropped into a valise or a
+    carpet-bag as a welcome provision for the wants of a journey by
+    steam-boat or rail-road, when the country through which the
+    traveller passes offers nothing attractive to be seen, or the eyes
+    are weary of seeing; they while away delightfully the tedious
+    hours of a rainy day in summer, and afford the most pleasant
+    occupation through the long evenings of winter.'
+
+Touching the matter of payment for magazine articles: Mr. WILLIS informs
+us that many of the American magazines pay to their more eminent
+contributors nearly three times the amount for a printed page that is paid
+by English magazines to the best writers in Great-Britain; and he
+instances GODEY and GRAHAM as paying often twelve dollars a page to their
+principal contributors. This refers to _a few_ 'principal' writers only,
+as we have good reason to know, having been instrumental in sending
+several acceptable correspondents to those publications, who have received
+scarcely one-fourth of the sum mentioned. Mr. WILLIS adds, however, that
+many good writers write for nothing, and that 'the number of clever
+writers has increased so much that there are thousands who can get no
+article accepted.' All this is quite true. There is no magazine in America
+that has paid so large sums to distinguished native writers as the
+KNICKERBOCKER. Indeed, our _most_ distinguished American writer was never
+a contributor to any other of our Monthlys than this. The books of this
+Magazine show, that independent of the Editor's division of its profits as
+joint proprietor, or his salary as editor, (a matter which its publishers
+have always kept distinct from, and in all respects unconnected with, the
+payments to contributors,) annual sums have heretofore been paid for
+literary _materiel_ greater than the most liberal estimate we have seen of
+any annual literary payment by our widely-circulated contemporaries. To
+the first poet in America, (not to say in the world, at this moment,) we
+have repeatedly paid fifty dollars for a single poem, not exceeding, in
+any instance, two pages in length; and the cost of prose papers from
+sources of kindred eminence has in many numbers exceeded fifteen dollars a
+page. Again: we have in several instances paid twice as much for the MS.
+of a continuous novel in these pages as the writer could obtain of any
+metropolitan book-publisher; and after appearing in volumes, it has been
+found that the wide publicity given to the work by the KNICKERBOCKER has
+been of greatest service to its popularity, in more than one subsequent
+edition. We should add, however, that we have had no lack, at any period,
+of excellent articles for our work at moderate prices; while many of our
+more popular papers have been entirely gratuitous, unless indeed the
+writers consider the honorable reputation which they have established in
+these pages as _some_ reward for intellectual exertion. But 'something too
+much of this.' We close with a word touching the pictorial features of the
+'_Columbian_.' It has four 'plates' proper, with an engraving of the
+fashions; is neatly executed by Messrs. HOPKINS AND JENNINGS, and
+published by ISRAEL POST, Number Three, Astor-House. . . . SAINT
+VALENTINE'S DAY is just at hand; and a pleasant correspondent, in
+enclosing us the following lines, begs us to mention the fact, and to
+refer to the festivities of the day. We know of _one_ 'festivity' that
+will be a very _recherche_ and brilliant affair, on the evening of that
+day; namely, '_The Bachelors' Ball_,' to be given with unwonted splendor
+at the Astor-House, under the supervision of accomplished managers, whose
+taste and liberality have already been abundantly tested. 'Take it as a
+matter granted,' says our friend, 'that very many of your lady-readers
+will commit matrimony before the year is done; and tell them so plainly;
+for it will gratify their palpitating hearts; and even should it not be
+true in every individual case, the disappointed ones will never complain
+of you for the pleasing delusion; for it was their own fault, of course,
+not yours. It behooves you, moreover, as a conservator of the general
+weal, to give the young wives that are to be some goodly counsel; and to
+aid you in the laudable office of advice-giver, I send you some
+appropriate verses, which some fifteen years ago went the rounds of the
+press, and met with 'acceptance bounteous.' The moral of the stanzas, I
+take it, is unexceptionable, whatever may be said of their execution:'
+
+
+EPISTLE
+
+ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY JUST MARRIED.
+
+  On matrimony's fickle sea
+    I hear thou'rt ventured fairly;
+  Though young in years, it may not be
+    Thy bark is launched too early.
+  Each wish of mine to heaven is sent,
+    That on the stormy water
+  Thou'lt prove a wife obedient,
+    As thou hast been a daughter.
+
+  If every wish of mine were bliss,
+    If every hope were pleasure,
+  Thou wouldst with him find happiness,
+    And he in thee a treasure:
+  For every wish and hope of mine,
+    And every thought and feeling,
+  Is for the weal of thee and thine,
+    As true as my revealing.
+
+  To please thy husband in all things,
+    Forever be thou zealous;
+  And bear in mind that Love has wings,
+    Then never make him jealous:
+  For if Love from his perch once flies,
+    How weak are Beauty's jesses!
+  In vain might plead thy streaming eyes,
+    And thy dishevelled tresses.
+
+  Be prudent in thy thoughts of dress,
+    Be sparing of thy parties;
+  Where fashion riots in excess,
+    O! nothing there of heart is!
+  And can its palling sweets compare
+    With love of faithful bosom?
+  Then of the fatal tree beware,
+    There's poison in its blossom!
+
+  Each thought and wish in him confide,
+    No secret from him cherish;
+  Whenever thou hast aught to hide,
+    The better feelings perish.
+  In whatsoe'er ye do or say,
+    O never with him palter;
+  Remember too, thou saidst 'obey'
+    Before the holy altar.
+
+  Bear and forbear, for much thou'lt find
+    In married life to tease ye,
+  And should thy husband seem unkind,
+    Averse to smile, or please ye,
+  Think that amid the cares of life
+    His troubles fret and fear him;
+  Then smile as it becomes a wife,
+    And labor well to cheer him.
+
+  Aye answer him with loving word,
+    Be each tone kindly spoken,
+  For sometimes is the holy cord
+    By angry jarring broken.
+  Then curb thy temper in its rage,
+    And fretful be thou never;
+  For broken once, a fearful change
+    Frowns over both forever.
+
+  Upon thy neck light hang the chain,
+    For Hymen now hath bound ye,
+  O'er thee and thine may pleasure reign,
+    And smiling friends surround ye.
+  Then fare ye well, and may each time
+    The sun smiles, find ye wiser:
+  Pray kindly take the well-meant rhyme
+    Of thy sincere adviser.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Through the kindness of Messrs. MASON AND TUTTLE, Nassau-street, (who
+import the _originals_ for immediate circulation to American subscribers,)
+we have our copies of the foreign Monthlys, as well as of the 'Edinburgh,'
+'Foreign,' and 'Quarterly' Reviews for the current quarter. The
+'Quarterly, so savage and tartarly,' has a notice of the '_Change for
+American Notes_,' which is not conceived in the kindest spirit toward this
+country. It reviews PRESCOTT'S late work, however, at great length, and
+welcomes it with cordial commendation. Among other 'good words,' the
+reviewer observes: 'He is full and copious, without being prolix and
+wearisome; his narrative is flowing and spirited, sometimes very
+picturesque; his style is pure, sound English.' In conclusion, the
+reviewer says: 'We close with expressing our satisfaction that Mr.
+PRESCOTT has given us an opportunity at this time of showing our deep
+sympathy, the sympathy of kindred and of blood, with Americans who like
+himself do honor to our common literature. Mr. PRESCOTT may take his place
+among the real good English writers of history in modern times.' The
+'Foreign Quarterly' opens with a paper upon '_The Poets and Poetry of
+America_,' ostensibly based upon Mr. GRISWOLD'S book. It is not altogether
+a review, however, but a very coarse and evidently malignant tirade
+against America, her people, institutions, manners, customs, literature;
+every thing, in short, that she is and that she contains. We annex a hasty
+synopsis of the _critical_ portion of the article in question. HALLECK is
+'praised, and that highly too.' His 'Marco Bozzaris' is pronounced 'a
+master-piece,' and the 'most perfect specimen of versification in American
+literature;' and himself as possessing 'a complete knowledge of the
+musical mysteries of his art.' A quotation is made, with much laud, from
+his 'RED-JACKET,' but the lines are spoiled by two gross errors; one in
+the last line of the third, and the other in the first line of the fifth
+stanza. The highest encomiums are justly bestowed upon BRYANT, as a
+'purely American poet,' who 'treats the works of Nature with a religious
+solemnity, and brings to the contemplation of her grandest relations a
+pure and serious spirit. His poetry is reflective but not sad; grave in
+its depths but brightened in its flow by the sunshine of the imagination.
+He never paints on gauze; he is always earnest, always poetical; his
+manner is every where graceful and unaffected.' The illustrative quotation
+is from 'An Evening Reverie,' written by Mr. BRYANT for the KNICKERBOCKER.
+LONGFELLOW is pronounced to be 'unquestionably the first of American
+poets; the most thoughtful and chaste; the most elaborate and finished.
+His poems are distinguished by severe intellectual beauty, by dulcet
+sweetness of expression, a wise and hopeful spirit, and a complete command
+over every variety of rhythm. They are neither numerous nor long, but of
+that compact texture which will last for posterity.' SPRAGUE is
+represented as having in certain of his poems imitated SHAKSPEARE and
+COLLINS rather too closely for all three to be original. 'PIERPONT is
+crowded with coincidences which look very like _plagiarisms_;' 'but,' adds
+the reviewer, 'it is reserved for CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN to distance all
+plagiarists of ancient and modern times in the enormity and openness of
+his thefts. He is MOORE hocused for the American market. His songs are
+_rifaciamentos_. The turns of the melody, the flowing of the images, the
+scintillating conceits, are all MOORE. Sometimes he steals his very
+words.' Mrs. SIGOURNEY'S poetry is said to be characterized by 'feeble
+verbosity' and 'lady-like inanity,' and Mrs. OSGOOD is represented as
+being in the same category. After quoting certain characteristic lines of
+Mr. JOHN NEAL, describing the eye of a poet as '_brimful of water and
+light_,' and his forehead as being '_alarmingly bright_,' the reviewer
+adds: 'We find a pleasant relief from these distressing hallucinations, in
+the poems of ALFRED B. STREET. He is a descriptive poet, and at the head
+of his class. His pictures of American scenery are full of _gusto_ and
+freshness; sometimes too wild and diffuse, but always true and beautiful.'
+So some are praised and some are blamed--'thus runs the world away!' . . .
+WE are made aware, and we would not have our correspondents ignorant of
+the fact, that there is a critical eye monthly upon our pages, that is
+keen to discover errors (as well as beauties) in language and construction
+of sentences. See: 'By the by, what a miserable language is our English in
+some respects; so awkward, so incompact! Look at the phrase 'unheard of,'
+and compare it with the Latin '_inauditus_.' What a pity we were not born
+Romans or Greeks, with Yankee notions! Tell your Gotham friends that if
+they are speaking of a ruinous _brick_ wall, they must say _dilaterated_,
+from 'later,' a brick, and not '_dilapidated_,' from 'lapis,' a stone. One
+might as well say a man is 'stoned' to death with brick-bats.' . . . WHAT
+sad and startling contrasts are presented to the eye and mind of one who
+attentively looks over the illustrated newspapers of the British
+metropolis! On one hand, pictures of triumphal processions, arches,
+bonfires, illuminations, rich presents, gorgeous equipages, state-beds,
+'royal poultry-houses, owleries, and pigeonries,' accompanied by elaborate
+descriptions, arrest the attention; on the other, there is a picture of a
+city 'Asylum for the Destitute,' where poor naked wretches find a
+temporary refuge from the pitiless winter storm without: huddling round a
+dim fire, or sunk exhausted upon the straw in the human 'stalls,' or
+clutching at their bowls of pauper-soup; a scene whose true character is
+enforced by accounts of poor women making shirts for _a farthing apiece_,
+a hard day's work; sleeping four in a bed; purchasing with the scanty
+pittance tea-leaves to boil over again! Hardly-entreated brothers and
+sisters of humanity! not always shall the glaring inequality that
+surrounds you, crush your spirits to the earth! . . . THERE is a pleasant
+pen in our metropolitan '_Aurora_,' which occasionally dashes off
+sententious paragraphs that flash and sparkle like snow-crust in a
+moon-lit night in winter. There is evidently a FOSTER-ing hand over its
+columns; and _through_ them (let us add, as it is _that_ of which we
+especially wish to speak,) over the reputation of Mr. WILLIS. The remarks
+in a late number of that journal, under the head of '_Mr. Willis's
+Defence_' against a scurrilous attack on his private character in a
+down-eastern print, were equally just and felicitous. Had it been
+generally known in his native town who was the instigator of that attack,
+we have good authority for saying that, gross as it was, Mr. WILLIS would
+have considered it utterly beneath his notice. As it was, however, he
+deemed it not amiss at one and the same time to punish skulking envy and
+impotent malignity; to vindicate his reputation with his townsmen against
+unprovoked calumny; and to render the repetition of any obnoxious remarks
+from the same source altogether 'of none effect' and unworthy of heed.
+This he accomplished by his 'Defence' and the 'terrors of the law,' which
+speedily produced a satisfactory sample of wholesale word-eating. . . . OF
+all the Polichinellos we have ever encountered, we consider '_Punch, or
+the London Charivari_,' the best. His fun is exhaustless. He ought to be
+knighted and appointed court-jester to King ENNUI. 'Laughter,' he tells
+us, 'is a divine faculty. It is one of the few, nay, the only one
+redeeming grace in that thunder-cased, profligate old scoundrel JUPITER,
+that he sometimes laughs: he is saved from the disgust of all respectable
+people by the amenity of a broad grin.' We ourselves hold with the
+pleasant LINCOLN RAMBLE: 'I love a hearty laugh; I love to _hear_ a hearty
+laugh above all other sounds. It is the music of the heart; the thrills of
+those chords which vibrate from no bad touch; the language Heaven has
+given us to carry on the exchange of sincere and disinterested
+sympathies.' And to the end that 'laughter free and silvery from the heart
+may escape the reader, doing rightful honor to PUNCH, and bestowing
+cheerfulness and health upon the laughter,' we proceed to present a few
+excerpta which arrested our attention in looking over late files. We
+suspect that the annexed report of the 'doings of Royalty' in the country
+have more than once had a precedent. PRINCE ALBERT is here at
+Dayton-Manor, the seat of Sir ROBERT PEEL: 'Her Majesty slept extremely
+well; but whether it was the air of Dayton, or the conversation of the
+host, did not transpire. At eleven o'clock in the morning, Prince Albert
+went out to shoot. The guns were ordered at ten and the game was desired
+to be in attendance at half-past. The Prince first went in a boat on the
+water, where several ducks were appointed to be in waiting. Having granted
+an audience to the whole of them, and unintentionally honored two by
+shooting them, though it was another duck who had the distinguished
+gratification of being aimed at and missed, his Royal Highness landed. A
+numerous meeting of hares and pheasants having been called to pay their
+respects to the Prince, the game-keepers forming an outer circle, with
+their guns pointed to keep the game well up to the mark, His Royal
+Highness shot sixty pheasants, twenty-five head of hares, eight rabbits
+and one wood-cock, who would cock his bill opposite the muzzle of
+Royalty.' The poetical advertisement of one MOSES, a slop-shop
+clothes-man, is pleasantly 'reviewed.' Of his 'Prince ALBERT coats,' PUNCH
+says: 'Whatever may be the resemblance between the Prince and the coat,
+the similarity certainly ends with the price; one costing thirty shillings
+and the other thirty thousand pounds per annum.' Here is a touch at Moses'
+sea-coats:
+
+  'These coats for nautical pursuits
+  Have qualities no one disputes;
+  The very texture of their cloth
+  Seems to defy the ocean's wrath:
+  And then their form and make as well
+  Are suited to the billows' swell.'
+
+What can be happier than the allusion to the fact mentioned in the last
+two lines; namely, that the coat is quite a match for the billows, being
+as great a swell as any of them? The poet dashes off a few lines on
+trowsers, finishing with the following couplet, which is not likely to
+encourage purchasers. It is stated, and we dare say truly, that if any one
+puts on a pair of MOSES' trowsers he becomes at once an object of general
+observation:
+
+  'While oft such cries as these escape;
+  Look! there's a figure! there's a shape!'
+
+It is a very natural consequence, no doubt, of disporting one's-self in
+doe-skins made for seven-pence a pair; but the cries of 'There's a figure!
+there's a shape!' must make the trowsers rather dear to any one who wishes
+to walk about peaceably, unmolested by this species of street-criticism.'
+Under the head of 'Bolsters for Behindhand Botanists,' we find these
+original questions and answers: 'What are the most difficult roots to
+extract from the ground?' The cube-root. 'What is the pistil of a flower?'
+It is that instrument with which the flower shoots. 'What is meant by the
+word stamina?' It means the pluck or courage which enables the flower to
+shoot.' 'The reversionary interest of a life-crossing, with retail lucifer
+business attached,' is offered by a street-sweeper near the Bank of
+England, he having 'prigged vat vasn't his'n, and gone to pris'n.' 'He
+effected an irregular transfer at the bank one day, which, whatever his
+doubts upon the subject might previously have been, led to his ultimate
+conviction.' The 'Comic BLACKSTONE' enlightens us upon one of the 'King's
+prerogatives': 'The King is the fountain of justice, from which are
+supplied all the leaden reservoirs in Westminster-Hall, and the pumps at
+the inferior tribunals.' Among the public inquiries is the following: 'At
+a crowded meeting at Islington, on the question of granting a theatrical
+license, the papers state that the judges declined at first, but upon the
+urgent appeal of an advocate, '_the bench gave way_.' Are we to understand
+from this that the opposition fell to the ground?' In 'PUNCH'S Almanac'
+for 1844, we find among other side-remarks, the annexed: under May
+seventh: 'WASHINGTON IRVING on his way to Madrid as American Ambassador,
+is entertained in London, 1842. America takes the hand of Spain, and puts
+her best _pen_ into it.' 'June sixth: The first cargo of ice comes from
+America, 1843, for the relief of those who had burnt their fingers with
+Pennsylvania bonds.' 'Time is money; but it doesn't follow that man is a
+capitalist who has a great quantity of it on his hands.' PUNCH'S 'Literary
+Intelligence' is very full. From it we gather that the author of the
+'Mothers,' 'Wives,' 'Maids,' and 'Daughters' of England has another work
+in press, entitled '_The Grandmothers of England_.' 'No grandmother's
+education will be complete till she has read and re-read 'The Grandmothers
+of England.' The book is the very best guide to oval suction extant.' So
+says an '_Evening Paper_.' . . . WE should be glad to be informed of _the
+name_ of any real or pretended lover of the turf and its manifold
+interests, or of an admirer of one of the most entertaining weekly
+journals on this continent, who could ask _more_ than is offered by the
+'_Spirit of the Times_' to all new subscribers to that widely-popular
+sheet; being no less than any five of those fine large quarto engravings
+on steel, from original paintings, of Col. JOHNSON and M'lle AUGUSTA,
+among 'us humans,' and among our four-footed friends 'of the lower house,'
+Ripton, Confidence, Boston, Wagner, Monarch, Leviathan, Argyle,
+Black-Maria, Grey-Eagle, Shark, Hedgeford, John Bascombe, and
+Monmouth-Eclipse. On the second day of March a new volume commences; when
+we hope that this accredited organ of the sporting world, which has raised
+the prices of blood-stock in this country beyond all precedent, and which
+in its literary and dramatic departments is without a rival in this or any
+other country, will take a long lease of a healthful existence, and go on
+'prospering and to prosper.' . . . THE reader will be amused we think with
+the '_Veritable Sea-Story_,' told by our friend HARRY FRANCO, in a species
+of poetry run mad, in preceding pages. He writes us: 'I send you an epic
+poem for the KNICKERBOCKER, founded on facts within my own personal
+experience. I mention this lest you should deem it destitute of merit; for
+it possesses the greatest merit that any human composition can possess;
+namely, truth. And in this respect, if in no other, my poem is beyond
+dispute superior to the Iliad and Paradise Lost. However, tastes differ, I
+am aware; and you may possibly prefer those two epics to mine! They are
+longer, it is true; but then I think it will be conceded, even by the
+critics of the POH school, that my metre is sufficiently long, even though
+my story is short. While others measure their verse by the 'feet,' I
+measure mine by the yard.' . . . D.'S paper, (of Georgia,) so thickly
+interlarded with French, and Italian synonymes for far more expressive
+English words, reminds us of an old 'ignorant ramus' in the country, who
+was always eking out his meaning by three or four familiar Latin terms,
+which he almost invariably misapplied. He observed one day to a neighbor,
+who was speaking disrespectfully of a deceased townsman, 'Well, he's gone
+to be judged. _E pluribus unum_--'speak no evil of the dead'--as the Latin
+proverb says!' . . . '_The New World_' enters upon a new year in a very
+beautiful dress, and with renewed attractions in all its internal
+departments. Its large clear types, impressed upon good paper, are
+exceedingly pleasant to the eye, and what they convey to the reader is
+equally agreeable to the mind 'studious of novelty' and variety. The
+success which it deserves, we are glad to learn it abundantly receives.
+The '_Brother Jonathan_' has changed proprietors, cast its old skin, and
+comes out as bright and fresh as a June morning. The versatile Mrs. ANN
+STEPHENS (a lady of fine intellect, who has produced better prose tales
+and home-sketches than any one of her gifted contemporaries) and Messrs.
+M'LACHLIN AND SNOW, the resident editors of the 'Jonathan,' discharged
+their functions to due public acceptance; but a name so _invariably_
+connected with unsuccessful publications that it has come to be justly
+regarded as the sure precursor and inevitable cause of failure, was at the
+head of the journal as 'principal editor;' and 'down east' editorial-ings,
+transmitted by the yard, and endless unreadable tales, claiming a kindred
+paternity, gradually 'choked its wholesome growth,' and finally brought it
+to a temporary end. The new proprietor however has wisely declined this
+'principal' incumbrance; and having secured the services of an able editor
+in the person of HENRY C. DEMING, Esq., a gentleman of high literary
+distinction, and of popular correspondents, the journal is already, as we
+learn, rejoicing in a rapidly-enhancing list of subscribers. Success to
+thee, 'BROTHER JONATHAN!' . . . THE '_Yankee Trick_' described by our
+Medford (Mass.) correspondent is on file for insertion. It is in _one_ of
+its features not unlike the anecdote of an old official Dutchman in the
+valley of the Mohawk, who one day stopped a Yankee pedler journeying
+slowly through the valley on the Sabbath, and informed him that he must
+'put up' for the day; or 'if it vash _neshessary_ dat he should travel, he
+must pay de fine for de pass.' It _was_ necessary, it seems; for he told
+the Yankee to write the pass, and he would sign it; '_that_ he could do,
+though he didn't much write, nor read writin'.' The pass was written and
+signed with the Dutchman's hieroglyphics, and the pedler went forth 'into
+the bowels of the land, without impediment.' Some six months afterward, a
+brother Dutchman, who kept a 'store' farther down the Mohawk, in
+'settling' with the pious official, brought in, among other accounts, an
+order for twenty-five dollars' worth of goods. 'How ish dat?' said the
+Sunday-officer; '_I_ never give no order; let me see him.' The order was
+produced; he put on his spectacles and examined it. 'Yaaes, dat ish mine
+name, sartain--yaaes; but--_it ish dat d----d Yankee pass_!' . . . OUR
+town-readers, many of them, will remember the bird MINO, who was so fond
+of chatting in a rich mellow voice with the customers at the old Quaker's
+seed-store in Nassau-street. His counterpart may at this moment be seen at
+'an hostel' near by; but the associations and language of the modern bird
+are very dissimilar. '_How are you?_' is his first salutation; '_do you
+smoke?_' his next: '_What'll you drink? Brandy-and water?_--_glass o'
+wine?_' It has a most whimsical effect, to hear such anti-temperance
+invitations from the bill of a bird, whose bright eye is fixed unwinkingly
+upon you. The Washingtonians should 'look out for him.' . . . THE editor
+of the _Albion_ has issued to his subscribers a very fine large quarto
+engraving, in mezzo-tint by SADD, of HEATH'S celebrated line-engraving of
+WASHINGTON. Its size is twenty by twenty-seven inches, and represents the
+PATER PATRIAE in his most elevated character; that of a Chief Magistrate
+elevated by the free suffrages of his countrymen, after having voluntarily
+laid down his military authority. This print cannot fail to be acceptable
+to every reader of the Albion, unless he shall be too narrow-minded to
+honor true nobleness and dignity of character in one who by force of
+circumstances once stood in a warlike relation to his country. Apropos of
+the 'Albion:' is our friend the Editor aware that '_The Evening before the
+Wedding_,' published as original in a late issue, was translated for the
+KNICKERBOCKER? . . . 'OH dem! dem!' There is on the _tapis_ a new daily
+journal, to be called 'THE EXCLUSIVE,' which is to be the very antithesis
+of every thing in the 'cheap and vulgar' line; no slanders, no crim.
+con.'s, no horrible accidents; 'no nothing' of that sort. The affair is
+already creating some excitement among the _beau-monde_. The reputed
+editors are literary men of the world, who 'know their way.' Circulars in
+gold-edged and perfumed paper are already flying about. _On dit_: that the
+carriers are to be dressed in uniform, and deliver the paper in white kid
+gloves; that pastiles are to be kept burning in the publication-office, to
+disinfect the air of the room of ink and damp sheets; and that only those
+of the first respectability and acknowledged standing in gay society, are
+permitted to subscribe to or receive the journal at all! . . . HERE is a
+rich specimen of _clerical catachresis_, which we derive from an eastern
+correspondent: 'Our good dominie gave us on Sunday a sermon on the ocean;
+its wonders, its glories, its beauties; its infinity, its profundity, its
+mightiness, etc., 'But,' said he, 'what is all this? _It is but a drop in
+the bucket of God's infinity!_' I wonder what is outside of it!' . . . IT
+is not the wont of the Editor of this Magazine, as those of its readers
+who have followed us through twenty-two volumes of the KNICKERBOCKER can
+bear witness, to trumpet in its pages the many kind things that are said
+of us by the public press; but as a fragment is wanted to fill out this
+page; as we are just at the commencement of a new volume; and as we are
+more than pleased at the cordiality with which the first number of it has
+been received; we shall venture to select from a great number of
+testimonials one or two for insertion here, which are the more gratifying,
+that they evince the regard in which the 'OLD KNICK.' is held at home, and
+by those who have known us the longest and most intimately. The _New-York
+Courier and Enquirer_ says of our last number:
+
+    'THIS sterling Monthly is always punctual to a day in its issues,
+    promptly appearing with the dawn of the month, though our notices
+    of it frequently lag sadly behind it. It is yet, however, by no
+    means too late to say that it enters upon the year '44 and its
+    twenty-third volume with ability and zeal unabated, and that it is
+    yet, as it has been heretofore, by far the handsomest, ablest, and
+    most interesting literary Monthly issued in this country. Each
+    number contains over a hundred pages, and in the Editor's Table
+    alone is often found more matter than the entire body of some of
+    its rivals contains. It has a long list of zealous correspondents,
+    bound to it not more by interest than affection, and numbering
+    among them the most gifted and distinguished writers in the
+    country. The 'Quod Correspondence,' a novel which is running
+    through the successive numbers, is one of the best works of the
+    kind ever written; its scenes possess a deep dramatic interest,
+    and throughout the whole, moral principles are clearly and
+    powerfully evolved. 'The Idleberg Papers' is the general title of
+    another capital series, and the work is otherwise filled with
+    excellent prose and generally good poetry. The 'Editor's Table' is
+    by far the most racy and entertaining collection of anecdotes,
+    humorous and pathetic passages, slight criticisms, etc., to be met
+    in any magazine. We cordially commend the old and excellent
+    KNICKERBOCKER to the continued love and patronage of the public.'
+
+The _Evening Post_ bestows upon the number praise equally warm and
+cordial. It adverts to its typographical appearance, with the remark that
+'it is beautifully printed; that even those parts which are put in the
+smallest characters are so distinctly impressed that the dimmest eyes may
+read them.' It lauds especially the article on 'Descriptive Poetry,' the
+'Idleberg Papers,' the 'Sketches of East Florida,' and some of the poetry;
+and the editor, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, Esq., is kind enough to add, that
+'no part is better than the Editor's Table, which presents as excellent a
+Salmagundi as was ever served up.' We scarcely dare claim to have _earned_
+these high encomiums; but we are anxious to evince to our subscribers, and
+especially to those new friends (and _their_ friends) who have begun the
+year with us, that we shall spare no pains to _deserve_ them. It will be
+our constant aim not only to _maintain_ the reputation which the
+KNICKERBOCKER now sustains, but in return for the _affection_ with which
+it seems to be every where regarded, and the liberal patronage which it
+has always retained, and which is now generously increased by our friends,
+to _enhance_ it by every means in our power. But, to make use of two
+French words which have never before been quoted in America, to our
+knowledge--'_Nous Verrons!_'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+.*. OWING to an unlucky accident, at a late hour, a 'LITERARY RECORD' of
+several excellent publications, from the following houses in Philadelphia,
+New-York, and Boston, is unavoidably omitted from the present number. The
+'copy,' however, of the notices is preserved, and they will appear in our
+next: LEA AND BLANCHARD, R. P. BIXBY AND COMPANY, M. W. DODD, HARPER AND
+BROTHERS, WILEY AND PUTNAM, J. AND H. G. LANGLEY, D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
+GEORGE G. CHANNING, J. WINCHESTER, JAMES MUNROE AND COMPANY, B. G. TREVETT
+AND COMPANY, MARK H. NEWMAN, STANFORD, SWORDS AND COMPANY, LINDSAY AND
+BLACKISTON, MORRIS, WILLIS AND COMPANY. In a similar category are some
+half dozen subsections of 'Gossip,' (including two or three pleasant
+favors from favorite contributors, notice of articles received and filed,
+etc.,) which were in type, and which now 'bide their time.'
+
+
+
+
+
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