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centives, however, to the deliberate partaking of our meals, one ought, especially, to have weight; and that is, that hasty, indigestive " cramming" of food is a serious, and almost a certain cause of illhealth:

u 4 Chair, air P 'there, sir!'—' soup, sir I''yes, sir!'
4 Glass of water—bill of fare'—
Jabbers on my dark oppressor—
'Alligator1—roasted bear V

"One—two—three! that wide-mouthed vulture
Can not have already dined!
By my gastronomic culture!
He's a specimen refined.

44 Call this dining ?—its devouring.
Like the beasts in Raymond's show,
O'er the mighty desert scouring,
Devastating as they go.

"4 Where's that waiter ?4—one breath later
And the cabbage is no morei
Disappearing in the clearing
Of the 'gent' it stands before.

44 Are we on the eve of 4 bu'sting'
Generally up, for good?
Are we seriously distrusting
Our prospective chance of food?

u Are we to be hung to-morrow,
Executed to a man,
That we seek 'surcease of sorrow,'
By devouring all we can?

"Are we cramming beef and lamb in
From an unsubstantial fear
Of a grand potato famine
Shipped from Ireland, coming here?

4' What's the reason that we seize on

'Grub4 like birds and beasts of prey?

Is the question indigestion,

That quack medicines may pay? * * * * "Oh' a hideous apprehension

Often o'er my bosom steals,

With a strong and nervous tension,

Thrilling me from head to heels!

"Tis that, some day, some collection
Of the hungry guests I've seen,
In voracity's perfection,
Having swept the table clean,

"Win, their appetites to smother
Wildly on the waiters fall,
Then, devouring one another
Eat up landlord, cooks, and all'"

The following amusing example of " Book'heepsag; or the Rich Man in Spite of Himself'," was published some years ago, and was sjt the time declared to be a perfectly authentic aneedote of an old New York merchant:

"In old times it was the custom of the merchants of the city of New York to keep their accounts in pounds shillings and pence currency. About fifty years ago a frugal, industrious Scotch merchant, well known to the then small mercantile community of this city, had, by dint of fortunate commercial adventure and economy, been enabled to save something like four thousand pounds; a considerable sum of money at that period, and one which secured to its possessor a degree of enviable independence. His places of business and residence were, as was customary at that time, under the same roof. He had a clerk in his employment whose reputation as an accountant inspired the utmost confidence of his master, whose frugal habits he emulated with the true spirit and feeling of a genuine Caledonian. It was usual for the accountant to make an annual.

balance sheet, for the inspection of his master, in order that he might see what had been the profits of his business for the past year. On this occasion the balance-sheet showed to the credit of the business six thousand pounds, which somewhat astonished the incredulous merchant.

"4 It canna be,' said he; 'ye had better count up agen. I dinna think I ha' had sao profitable a beesness as thii represents/

"The clerk, with his usual patience, re-examined the statement, and declared that it was 'a' right,' and that he was willing to wager his salary upon its correctness. The somewhat puzzled merchant scratched his head with surprise, and commenced adding up both sides of the account for himself. It proved right.

4"I did na' think,' said he, 'that I was worth over four thousand pounds ; but ye ha' made me a much richer man. Weel, weel, I may ha' been mair successful than I had tho't, and I'll na' quarrel wi4 mysel' for being worth six thousand instead.'

"At early candle-light the store was regularly closed by the faithful accountant; and as soon as he had gone, the sorely-perplexed and incredulous merchant commenced the painful task of going over and examining all the accounts for himself. Night after night did he labor in his solitary countinghouse alone, to look for the error; but every examination confirmed the correctness of the clerk, until the old Scotchman began to believe it possible that he was really worth 'sax thousand pounds.'

"Stimulated by this addition to his wealth, he soon felt a desire to improve the condition of his household; and with that view, made purchase of new furniture, carpets, and other elegancies, conslatent with the position of a man possessing the large fortune of six thousand pounds. Painters and carpenters were set to work to tear down and build up; and in a short time the gloomy-looking residence in Stone Street was renovated to such a degree as to attract the curiosity and envy of all his neighbors. The doubts of the old man would still, however, obtrude themselves upon his mind ; and he determined once more to make a thorough examination of his accounts.

"On a dark and stormy night he commenced his labors, with the patient investigating spirit of a man determined to probe the matter to the very bottom. It was past the hour of midnight, yet he had not been able to detect a single error; but stilt he went on. His heart beat high with hope, for he had nearly reached the end of his labor. A quick suspicion seized his mind as to one item in the account. Eureka! He had found it. With the frenzy of a madman he drew his broad-brimmed white hat over his eyes, and rushed into the street. The rain and storm were nothing to him. He hurried to the residence of his clerk, in Wall Street; 'reached the door, and seized the handle of the huge knocker, with which he rapped until the neighborhood was roused with the 'loud alarm.'

"The unfortunate clerk poked his nightcap out of an upper window, and demanded:'

"' Wha's there?'

"'It's me, you scoundrel!' said the frenzied merchant; 4 ye've added up the year of our Laird among the pounds /'

"Such was the fact. The addition of the year of our Lord among the items had swelled the fortune of the merchant some two thousand pounds beyond the amount."

Here are a couple of love-songs, at once both Latin and English, one of the amusements of Dean Swift. There is a mine of wit and originality in the learned trifles:

"Apud in is almi de si re,
^Mimis tres I ne ver re qui re,
Alo ver IJindit a gestis,
ilia miseri nt ver at restis.

"A pudding is all my desire,
My mistress I nover require,
A lover 1 find it a jest is,
His miser)' never at rest is."

The next, in the same stylo and vein, is equally happy:

"Mollis abuti,
Has an acuti.
No lasso finis,
Molli divrnis.

0 mide armis tres,

1 mina dis tres,
Cantu disco ver
Meas alo ver?

"Moll is a beauty,
Has an acute eye,
No lass so fine is,
Molly divine is.
O! my dear mistress,
I'm in a distress,
Can't you discover
Mc as a lover?"

We remember another of Swift's exercitations in this kind:

"Latus paeo fit Us lime:
"Let us pack off—'tis time!"

"Jones," said a sympathizing neighbor to a friend, "what in the world put matrimony into your head?"

"Well, the fact is, I was getting short of shirts!"

A Dialooue between a father—a dissipated and extravagant man—and his son, as to how to expend five-and-twenty shillings, which anewsituation was to give the former, is one of the laughable, and, at the same time, instructive things that have found their way into our omnium-gatherum. It runs as follows .

"Now, Johnny, my boy," the old man would say, " let me see; I owe eight shillings at the porter-house, sign of ' The Saddle .' well, that's that." (Putting the amount on one side.)

"Yes," says Johnny.

"Well, then I promised to pay a score at the Blue Pig Tavern—say five shillings. How much does that make, John?"

"Why, thirteen shillings," says the boy, counting on his fingers.

"But I mean, you goose, how much have I got left?"

"How should / know?" says John; "count it yourself: you've got the money."

"But you ought to know," says the father, with true parental authority. "Take thirteen from twenty-five—how many remains? Why twelve, to be sure," counting the balance slyly in his hand. "That's the way you are neglecting your education, is it' I shall have to talk to your schoolmaster."

"Yes, you'd better talk to him! He told me yesterday that unless you let him have some money 1 needn't come to school any more."

"Ah, true, my boy—true; you mustn't lose your education, at any rate. Take him round five shillings after dinner. I had a pot of beer with him last night, and he agreed if I would let him have that much now, he would be satisfied fsr the pres

"I want a pair of shoes, father," says Joaa. "I can get a capital pair for three-and-sixpence."

"You must get them for three shillings, John; we owe the butcher four, and he must be paid, or we get no meat: there, that ends it," said the poor old man, with a satisfied air; but his vision of independence was in an instant destroyed, by John's simply saying:

"You've forgotten the landlady, father!"

"Yes, John, that's true—so I have. She must have her pay, or out we go."

"She must /" echoed John.

"John," says the father, "I'll tell you how IT1 contrive it. I'll put 'The Saddle' off with four shillings, and open a branch account with 'The Yew-Tree'" (another drinking-house).

"But," said John, "we owed her a shilling last week, and she paid for the washing."

"Oh!—ay; well, how much does the washing come to, John?"

"Two and tuppence," replied the boy.

"Well, then give her three shillings instead of five," said the father.

"But then, father, that won't do; and we want tea."

"Who wants tea? /don't care a fig for tea."

"But / do," replied the boy, with most provoking calmness.

"You want tea t" said the father; "you young rascal, you'll want bread yet."

"Bread!—that's true," exclaimed John; "you have forgotten the baker!"

The old man's schemes to pacify his creditors with five-and-twenty shillings were all dissipated by the recollection of the baker, and sweeping the money off the table into his breeches-pocket, he roared out, in a great passion:

"Let 'em all go !—I'll not pay a farthing to any of 'em!"

How this may strike others, we do not know; but to our minds this dialogue, and the circumstances (call them rather weaknesses and vices) which led to it, involve a very fruitful lesson. It illustrates very forcibly the denunciation of the Scriptures:

"Wo unto them who rise up in the morning to pursue strong drink—who continue until night; until wine inflame them!"

"W. T. H.," of Baltimore, sends for the " Drawer" the ensuing, with the accompanying note:

"Herewith is a piece, found among some very old papers, which it is there stated has 'never before been publishes^' For severe wit and sarcasm, it strikes me as possessing very great merit, and I think it will afford the readers of the 'Drawer' some amusement. The explanatory caption was found with the piece, which, as 1 have said, has been among old family papers for many years. There can be, I should think, no doubt whatever about the authenticity of the piece."

"Mr. Wall, of West Bromwieh, was, many years since, land steward to T. C. Tervoise, Esq., a large landed proprietor in Warwickshire; and, by his vexatious and oppressive conduct, had occasioned much uneasiness among the inhabitants. Mr. Canning, then a young man, was on a visit to the clergyman of 'he parish, and entering into the grief or the people, wrote the following sarcastic lines. Wall and Mr. Tervoise were very much enraged, and offered five hundred pounds (or the discovery of ths author.


"Will Shakspeare of old, Ibr the pleasure of sD,
Presented a man in the shape of a wall;

Our landlord, alas! for a different plan,
Has dressed up a Wall in the shape of a man:
Of such rude materials, so heavy and thick,
With a heart of hard stone, and a lacing of brick.
That 'tis plain from ita blundering form and its feat-

Twas built by some journeyman mason of Nature's;
And, spoilt by its master's continued neglect,
Oppresses the land it was meant to protect.
This Wail, this curs'd Wall, ever since it was raised,
With quarrels and squabbles the country has teased,
And its office thereby it performs with precision,
For the grand use of Walls we all know is division.
Some people maintain that no prospect is good,
But the varied expanse of plain, water, and wood;
Our hopes are confined, our taste is bnt small,
For we only request to behold a dead Wall.
The trees on the Wall are pleasant to see,
Much more so to us were the Wall on the tree;
And if to exalt it would please Mr. Tervoise,
Any tree in the parish is much at his sorvice."

It was an ancient Punch, if we remember rightly, who gave the annexed as a passage iron u The Cook't Oracle:"

"What is a spider?"

"A thing the maid kills with a brush, after I have done breaking breakfast-cakes in it."

"How could you cook your mistress?"

"By getting her into a stew?"

"How can you make a venison-pie without tour?"

"Put deer meat inside, and make the cruat of doe."

"What patron saint do you worship f"

"The god Pai»."

"Who was the first cook?"

"Prometheus: he stole fire from the skies to warm a small Piy-malion for his breakfast."

"How do you bone a turkey I"

"Poke the stuffing in with my knuckles."

"If you know nothing about boiling a goose, how do you expee-to-rate as a cook?"

"As a spitter, of course."

The late Dr. Chapman, of Philadelphia, one of the dryest and slyest of humorists, furnished, many years ago, the material of this last-named play upon a word.

We hare omitted to mention in compliance with a request, and information furnished by a correspondent at Fayette (Miss.) in March last, that the droll Arkansas "Noatis," which appeared in the February number, and was credited to the " Spirit of the Times," originally appeared in the Southern Watchtower," of Fayette, to which journal it was contributed by Joshua S. Morris, Esq., a resident of that town. If the paper in question has many such contributors, it will be a " Tower" of strength in its humorous department.

There have been sent, in "correction" of the alleged authorship of the lines written by a blind Quaker woman of Philadelphia—published recently in the " Drawer"—numerous letters, attributing the lines to Milton. But the lines were written, as stated, by Elizabeth Lloyd, a Quaker woman, and blind, of Philadelphia. They appear in no early edition of Milton's Poems ; but in tho Inst Cambridge edition they are published as a "newly-discovcred effusion" from the pen of the immortal author of " Paradise Lost" and "Paradise Regained.

Besides the numerous reprints of valuable foreign books, our literary record for the present month comprises but a scanty number of publications, some of which, however, present very favorable specimens of native talent in various walks of literature.

A theological work of considerable importance is TkeDiviru Character Vindicated, by the Rev. Moses Ballou, being a review of some of the principal features of Dr. Edward Bcecher's celebrated Conjtkt of Aget. Mr. Ballou presents a copious analysis of that work, treating the statements of the author with candor and justice, and then proceeds to an examination of ita remarkable theory in the light of reason and Scripture. His own views are founded on the essential benignity of the Divine character, and the limited consequences of sin, and though they must fail of giving satisfaction to the religious world in general, they are sustained with a good deal of argumentative skill, and are often suggestive of profound reflections. In its transparent simplicity, the style of the volume affords a good model of theological discussion. (Published by Redfield.)

The Units is the title of an American novel by Talvi (Mrs. Rorinson), in which that accomplished lady brings the fruits of her wide experience of social life in this country to the illustration of a powerful and touching fictitious narrative. The story describes the varied fortunes of a couple of German emigrants, from the higher walks of society,

who are induced to take up their residence in this country, and after a scries of painfully disastrous events, find a tragic winding-up of their history in a remote town of Vermont. The most striking merits of the production—which are numerous and of a high order—are its vivid and subtle delineations of passion, the admirable fidelity of its character-drawing, its frequent touches of pathos, its graphic and effective descriptions of nature, and its life-like, home-like pictures of American manners, drawn sometimes perhaps with a little too much intensity, but always with essential truthfulness, and never sacrificing a kindly and generous spirit to the love of satire. In the management of the plot, which we think is too complicated in its details, Mrs. Robinson shows not a little ingenuity and artistic skill. She constantly keeps the curiosity of the reader on the stretch, and escapes from the most difficult situations by adroit arrangements which have the effect of a pleasing surprise. The narrative is full of action and incident, and, covering a wide space, admits of a remarkable variety of scenes, derived from opposite extremities of the American continent. Apart from its interest as a novel—which is guaranteed by a plot of high-wrought romance—its acute remarks on American institutions and society, illustrated by a succession of lively sketches, evidently taken from the life, challenge the attention of readers, and can not fail to reward them for its perusal. Like the other productions of Talvi, which have given her such a H-V rank in literature both at home and abroad, this -work was originally written in German. It loses nothing however in the translation, which has been executed with such idiomatic grace as to read like the composition of one to whom the language is native.

Manners and Customs of the Ancient Egyptians, by Sir G. Wilkinson. In this important work a complete view of Egyptian antiquities is presented, showing the character of the domestic life, political institutions, religious observances, and industrial arts of that remarkable people. It is the product of long and laborious research; it bears the stamp of thoroughness on every page; it is copious, without being confused; the descriptive portions are crowded with information, while they are couched in a flowing and attractive style, clothing the hoary and wasted Past in a fresh and life-like costume. The volume is illustrated by a multitude of engravings, which make the explanations of the writer perfectly clear to the eye. It will be weleomed by the student of profane histoiy, and no less by the searcher of the Scriptures, as an efficient and most interesting aid in their pursuits. (Published by Harper and Brothers.)

The Regent's Daughter is a dramatic adaptation, founded on the romance of Alexandre Dumas, hinging on a plot for the assassination of the Regent, Philip of Orleans, in which the lover of the Regent's unacknowledged daughter is the chief actor, and which was detected by the counter-intrigues of Cardinal Dubois. The translator has executed his task with remarkable success, showing a sagacious perception of the sources of dramatic effect, and a felicitous, command of spirited, and nervous English. The play is intended primarily for reading, but, with some unimportant omissions, would be admirably suited to public representation. Its authorship in the present form has been ascribed to the editor of the Albion, weekly newspaper, Mr. William Youno, and it certainly betrays the graceful vigor of expression for which the pen of that gentleman is famed. (Published by Apple ton and Co.)

Among the numerous popular fictions called forth by the Temperance Reform, the story entitled Minnie Hcrmon, by Thurlow W. Brown, is as well entitled to commendation as any that have fallen under our critical eye. It presents a series of vivid sketches, many of them marked by true pathos, showing the tragic effects of indulgence in the fatal cup. The facts are evidently taken from real life, and though embellished with a high rhetorical coloring, can not be said to exaggerate the evils which they are intended to illustrate. (Published by Miller, Orton, and Mulligan.)

The Life and Sayings of Mrs. Partington, by B. P. Shillarer, have been collected in a neat volume, illustrated by numerous characteristic engravings, and published by J. C. Derby. The unexampled popularity attained by these specimens of native humor, as they have appeared from time to time in the public journals, may safely be taken as a test of their genuine and rare merits. We regard them as among the best productions of the sportive badinage, so congenial to the American taste, that are to be found in our lighter literature. The character of the oracular old dame is sustained with dramatic harmony through the whole of her unique comments; she never by any mischance relapses into orthodox English; and always hides beneath her eccentricity of expression the largest and warmest soul of grandmotherly kindness. Her biog

rapher and " honest chronicler" has succeeded to a charm in giving the veracious history of her life. His irrepressible love of fun is so blended with the true spirit of wit, as to entitle him to a high rank in the walk to which he has so cordially devoted himself. He is certainly a master in this line—at the very top of the scale—and his imitators are—nowhere.

Crosby and Nichols have issued a posthumous work by the late Rttv. Sylvester Judd, consisting of a series of discourses on The Church. Mr. Judd is well remembered as the gifted but erratic author of Margaret, Richard Edney, and other productions, which have obtained a limited circle of devoted admirers. Several, of his friends have thought it desirable to bring before the public his views concerning Church principles, plans, and organization, and the result is the present volume. The discourses which it contains are written in a plain and unambitious style, and in a tone of unmistakable earnestness.

An edition of Professor Smith's History of Greece is issued by Harper and Brothers, expressly prepared by a competent American editor. As a popular manual of Grecian history this work is entirely without a rival in English literature. It embodies the best fruits of modern researches in a style of remarkable elegance and grace, and presents the oft-told story of Grecian development not only with critical discrimination but with picturesque beauty. The high rank of Professor Smith as a classical scholar vouches for the accuracy of bis narrative, while the charms of its diction offer a rare enticement to every tasteful reader.

Spirit Manifestations Examined and Explained, by John Bover Dods. (Published by Dewitt and Davenport.) After the elaborate defense of the socalled Spiritual Manifestations by Judge Edmonds, and some other writers of ability and official position, the subject has assumed an importance in the public eye which we think is quite out of proportion to the value of any communications obtained by this peculiar agency—mysterious, preternatural, spiritual, psyehological, or by whatever term it is designated. As an illustration of certain remarkable powers in the human system—not yet sufficiently explained—this volume, however, is seasonable, and well adapted to gratify a laudable curiosity. The writer, who has devoted his attention for many years to the subject, and who is undoubtedly a man of scientific research, as well as of candor and impartiality, professes to have discovered the origin of the phenomena in question in the involuntary powers of the mind, the physical instruments of which are seated in the cerebellum. He adduces a multitude of very curious facts in support of his theory, which, if they do not give it the force of demonstration, have a great deal of plausibility, considered in that point of view, and are well worth the study of tho anthropological inquirer. Dr. Dods handles his subject without bitterness or partisan zeal. He imputes no sinister motives to the believers in spiritual manifestations. He thinks them in a great error, and endeavors to show them the ground of their error. His volume is eminently readable—replete with singular instances of abnormal phenomena, both from ancient and modern times—and is not surpassed, either in instruction or entertainment, by any work yet called forth by the " spiritual controversy."

D. Apploton and Co. have issued a neat and convenient edition of Surennr's French and English Dictionary, thoroughly revised and improved by additions from standard authorities, forming one of the best manuals for constant reference now in use.

The recent publications of T. B. Peterson include, among others, T. S. Arthur's excellent domestic stories of The Iron Rule; or, Tyramy in the Household, and The Lady at Home; or, Happiness in the Household; a compact and well-printed edition of Disraeli's novels, Venetia, The Young Duhe, Miriam, Alroy, Henrietta Temple, and Contarini Fleming, each work, comprising three volumes in the original, in one handsome volume; and Kate Clarendon and Viola, by Emerson Bennett. The numerous popular fictions brought out by Mr. Peterson, have given his name a wide celebrity among book-purchasers, and have contributed greatly to the promotion of a cheap literature.

The prevailing interest in the war now waging between Russia and the Allied Powers has called forth numerous publications relating to the condition of Russia and Turkey, which can not fail to be received with general satisfaction. Of these the most original and able is Russia as it is, by Count De Gcrowski, a Polish nobleman, now resident in this country, and a thinker of great depth and penetration, profoundly versed in the civil and military affairs of Europe, and warmly devoted to the fortunes of the Sclavonic race. His work abounds in rare and valuable information, in comprehensive general statements, and in copious statistical accounts of the resources of Russia. The style is lucid and vigorous, and presents a remarkable instance of effective idiomatic expression by one who writes in a foreign language. This work is published by the Appletons.

The Russian Shores of the Black Sea, by LawRence Olifhant, is an entertaining narrative of a voyage down the river Volga, and a tour through the country of the Don Cossacks. It is filled with lively pictures of the peculiar manners of the people, and of the natural scenery of that portion of the Russian Empire. (Published by Redfield.)

Redfield has also issued A Year with the Turks, by Warinoton W. Smyth, containing sketches of travel in the European and Asiatic dominions of the Sultan. It presents a highly favorable view of the Turkish character, which it defends with the spirit of a partisan.

A work of great interest on the Russian policy, entitled the Knout and the Russians, from the French of Germain De Laony, is published by Harper and Brothers. Itpresents adetailed and very lively description of the interior of Russian society, with a lucid exposition of the prominent public institutions. The author is no friend to the Czar, and no doubt occasionally permits his hostility to color his statements. We do not think, however, that the substantial accuracy of his work can be called in question, and the strong feeling under which he writes gives a piquant zest to his descriptions, and effectually prevents the reader from falling asleep. His chapters on the army, the nobility, the clergy, the navy, the magistracy, and the finances, are informing and valuable. His account of Russian serfdom is full of novel and striking views. In describing the punishment of the knout, he brings forward several terrible instances showing the severity of Russian criminal law, in spite of the abolition of capital punishment. The vivacity of style with which this volume is written makes it more readable than a large proportion of the works which have been suggested by the Russian question.

Another work issued by Harper and Brothers, in relation to Turkey, is Curzon's Armenia, an agree

able account of travels performed in connection with the joint English and Russian commission for settling the boundary between Turkey and Persia in the region occupied by the Koordish tribes. In addition to the lively sketches of Eastern manners and scenery, the volume abounds with copious and valuable notices of Armenian history, and the progress of Russian aggression in that quarter.

Mason Brothers publish A History of the Old Hundredth Psalm Tune, by the Rev. W. H. HaverUall, with an introductory notice by the Rt. Rev. Bishop Wainwrioht. It furnishes a curious history of that ancient piece of psalmody, with an account of the successive changes which it has undergone. Its authorship is ascribed, not to Martin Luther, according to the traditional opinion, but to William Frane, an obscure composer, whose name is known only in connection with the Genevan Psalter. The tune, however, has since been subjected to so many variations as almost to have lost its original identity.

A new edition of Talfourd's Critical and Miscellaneous Writings is published by Phillips, Sampson, and Co., containing the most important essays and reviews of their late lamented author. As a sound and impartial critie, Talfourd occupies a high place in English literature. If he did not affect the brilliant audacity of Jeffrey, he was far more catholic in his tastes, and more profoundly appreciative in his judgments. Free from the love of paradox, which, to a great extent, vitiated the .remarkable critical acuteness of Hazlitt, and never, like Coleridge, overlaying the original and subtle distinctions of transcendental speculation with a cloud of vaporous phraseology, Talfourd brought an honest and masculine judgment, a keen perception of truth, a singularly refined taste, a profound and universal culture, and a most gracious sympathy with every genuine manifestation of intellect, to the criticism of the great literary productions of the age. His verdicts, in almost all coses, will stand the test of time. He was apparently almost wholly devoid of prejudice—certainly, he had not a trace of malignity or captiousness in his nature—he never sought to amuse himself or the public at the expense of an unfortunate author—he did not mistake severity for acuteness, nor wholesale censure for just discrimination—he never condemned without cause— though, perhaps, it may be admitted that his heart was tinctured with an excess of favoritism for those whom he deemed great intellectual benefactors, and who had not met with the due meed of honor from the public. His native kindliness protected him from the bitterness which is often thought to be an essential element of criticism; while his wakeful good sense and delicately sensitive taste, prevented him from becoming the dupe of pretension. In our opinion, his critical essays possess far more than an ephemeral value; we know of no better comments on recent English literature; and their diligent study can not fail to produce the most wholesome effects on the public taste.

My Schools and Schoolmasters, by Huoh Miller, is an admirable specimen of autobiography, detailing the varied experiences of his early years, and the successive steps by which, from a working mechanie, he attained his present scientific distinction. It is a work replete with instruction and encouragement, especially to those who have not enjoyed the benefits of a regular scholastic education. (Published by Gould and Lincoln.)

An Art-Student in Munich, by AtfNA Mary HowItt. A delightful record of personal experiences,

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