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belonging "to a peculiarly poetical chapter in the life of a woman studying Art." The author is a daughter of the celebrated Howitts, and writes with an enthusiasm and naivete that are quite fascinating. Her notices of art and artists in Munich are not only spirited, but full of information. (Published by Ticknor, Reed, and Fields.)

The Dodd Family Abroad, the latest production of Charles Lever (published by Harper and Brothers), is one of the finest and funniest specimens of his inimitable humor and satire. It relates the adventures of an Irish family, who leave their kindred bog-trotters at home, and go in search of " the genteel" on an European tour. They fall into all sorts of scrapes, constantly suffer from their own absurdities, but leam no wisdom from the experience. The characters of the ambitious and most foolish mamma, the long-suffering papa, the graceless wretch of a son, and the deluded beauty of a daughter, are sustained with infinite spirit, and afford an endless fund of amusement.

Farm Implements, and the Principles of their Construction and Use, by John J. Thomas (published by Harper and Brothers), is a volume for the farmer's library, the like of which is not to be found in the extensive range of agricultural literature. It originally appeared in the Transactions of the New York State Agricultural Society, under the title of "Agricultural Dynamies; or, the Science of Farm Forces." The edition now published is based on that essay,-which has been revised and enlarged, and the number of illustrations more than doubled. In applying the principles of Natural Philosophy, in their different branches, to the practices of modem farming, it avoids the use of technical phraseology, and presents the subject in a form adapted to the comprehension of every reader. The practical farmer will find in it a description of the tools in daily use, with an exposition of the scientific principles of their construction, and numerous valuable hints for the improvement of their convenience and utility. The work is adapted to recitation in schools as well as to private reading. Speaking of the original edition, the late accomplished horticulturist Downing remarked: "We should like to see this work printed, bound, and hung up in every work-shop, tool-room, and farmer's book-shelf in the country."

DEATH OF PROFESSOR WILSON. In recording the death of this distinguished man, which took place on the 3d of April, we are reminded of the disruption of another link, which connected the rich, imaginative, and picturesque poetical movement of the last half contury with the intellectual development of the present day. Under the pseudonym of Christopher North, the deceased was known to every cultivated reader in our own country; in spite of strong political differences, he was cherished with enthusiastic and loving admiration; and his death, though at a ripe old age, has sent a pang to many American hearts like that felt on the loss of a personal friend. The subjoined notice, which embodies the language of several of the leading British literary journals, presents the character of the departed poet in a favorable light, and will not be thought to do more than justice to his memory.

Professor Wilson was born at Paisley in 1788, his father being a wealthy manufacturer there. He entered Glasgow University at the age of 13, and in four years more went to Magdalen College, Oxford, where his extraordinary quality was recog

nized at once. He was the leader in all sports, from his great bodily strength, as well as his enthusiasm for pleasure of that kind; and he gained the Newdegate prize for an English poem of sixty lines. On leaving college he bought the Elleray estate, en Windermere, and cultivated the acquaintance of tho " Great Lake Poet," becoming himself, in latter days, the " Admiral of the Lakes," and acting as such when Bolton entertained Canning and Scott with a splendid water fete on Windermere. In these days Wilson played many wild feats. He attended all the fairs, fights, running matches, races, and so forth, in the country. He was a capital boxer, singlestick man, and wrestler; no great sportsman, except as an angler, and now and then in pursuit ef the red deer. For some time he took up his abode among the gipsies, learned a great deal of their slang, and adopted their costume and their habits. Afterward he partially settled down, and went to study law in Edinburgh. As might be expected, little profit resulted from this experiment, but he took to literature, and produced several isolated works, such as the " Lights and Shadows of Scottish Life," which attained great popularity ; the "Trials of Margaret Lindsay," a pathetic Scottish story; the "Isle of Palms;" and the "City of the Plague." But two things occurred in Edinburgh about 1818 —the Professorship of Moral Philosophy in the University became vacant, and Maga was established. Wilson immediately became a candidate for office in the one, and contributor to the other. Sir Walter Scott's patronage mainly contributed to his success in the first, his own abilities won the second. Before this time he had commenced that connection with Blackwood's Magazine which, for years after, identified him with all the brilliant fancy and exquisite taste with which its pages were adorned. The productions of his eloquent pen were, in 1842, published in a collected form, under the title of "Recreations of Christopher North." A singularly vigorous and'healthy physique, animated by an impulsive and restless spirit, drew him on in youth to undertake feats—generally displays of athletic strength—out of the ordinary course; and the alternations of indolence, se often remarked in temperaments like his, led him in more advanced life to indulge in an unusual disregard of external appearances; and upon those slight grounds the most adventurous tales of his eccentricity were circulated: but even at the most extravagant period of his youth, John Wilson was always restrained by a high and pure sense of morality. Tho drinking feats attributed to him arc cither gross inventions, or literal acceptations of the humorous caricatures of the "Noctes Ambrosiana;:" they who were intimate with Wilson know that he neither required nor used to excess the stimulus of strong drink. He enjoyed the most extravagant hilarity of the social board, but could work himself up to the highest pitch by the sheer effort of talking. His literary genius was so entirely akin to his physical temperament, as to appear simply an emanation from it. Looking at his productions with the cool critical eye with which one is accustomed to examine the works of a past time, we can not but perceive that they are characterized by a want of condensation —by an absence of exact, subtle, or deep analytical or critical power—that their style is sometimes inflated, and verging on the tawdry ; and yet, with all these defects, they are informed with a vitality which entitles them to be numbered in the class of works which men will not willingly let die. There is a bewitching combination of vogue, dreamy wildV ness, pathos, and ethereal fancy, in his " Isle of Palms" and " Unimore;" while is his " City of the Plague" there is an irregular splendor and vigor that sometimes reminds one of the old English dramatists. His prose writings are tha outpourings of an improvisatore; unequal, but fascinating, full of power and variety—ranging from pictures of ideal beauty to defiant humor, now throwing out suggestions pregnant with materials for thought, and again dashing off graphic descriptions that place their subjects visibly before the eye. If the marvel of his eloquence is not lessened, it is at least accounted for to those who have seen him. One writer says—" Such a presence is rarely seen; and more than one person has said that he reminded them of the first man, Adam; so full was that large frame of vitality, force, and sentience. His tread seemed almost to shake the streets, his eye almost saw through stone walls; and as for his voice, there was no heart that could stand before it. He swept away all hearts whithersoever he would. No less striking was it to see him in a mood of repose, as when he steered the old packet boat that used to pass between Bowness and Ambleside, before the steamers were put upon the lake. Sitting motionless, with his hand upon the rudder, in the presence of journeymen and market-women, with his eye apparently looking beyond every thing into nothing, and his mouth closed under his beard, as if he meant never to speak again, he was quite as impressive and immortal an image as he could have been to the students of his class or the comrades of his jovial hours." Another describes him as "a stout, tall, athletic man, with broad shoulders and chest, and prodigiously muscular limbs. His face was magnificent; his hair, which he wore long and flowing, fell round his massive features like a lion's mane, to which, indeed, it was often compared, being much of the same hue. His lips were always working, while his gray flashing eyes had a weird sort of a look which was highly characteristic." As Professor of Moral Philosophy, he possessed a rare power of winning the affections and confidence of his pupils, and instigating them by a certain contagion of eloquence to self-exertion. Properly speaking, he founded no school; for his discursive turn of mind was unfavorable to the maturing of systematie, precise opinions: but he set his hearers to think, and inspired them with ambition to distinguish themselves as thinkers, and not a few able and successful inquirers were thus launched upon their philosophical career. He also imparted a new character to the Moral Philosophy chair of Edinburgh. Stewart and Brown had each confined his instructions almost exclusively to intellectual analysis—had made his class as it were a double of the Logic class: the genial and imaginative Wilson naturally applied himself more to the analysis of the fancy and the passions, and the illustration of their influence on the will—the most esseatial branch of ethical inquiry. But it was in his own family, and among the wide and varied circle of friends and acquaintances he loved to bring around him, that Wilson was seen in all the most engaging features of his character. His domestic affections were intense: we believe he never entirely recovered from the blow inflisted by the death of Mrs. Wilson—and if ever there was a woman to be sorrowed for throughout a widowed life, it was she; so opposite to the dazzling impetuous spirit of her mate, in the beautiful gentleness and equanimity of her temper, yet adapting herself so entirely to his tastes, and repaid by such a deep and

lasting affection. As for friends and others not belonging to his own family circle, there perhaps never was a man gifted with such an universality of sympathy with all that is intellectual. He had points in common with all—with the elegant fastidiousness of Lockhart, the broad humor and inspired idiotcy of the Ettrick Shepherd, the polished coterieism of Moore, the masculine benevolence of Chalmers, the disputatious logic of De Quincey, the playful humor of Lamb, the enjoue and often felicitous criticism of Hunt, and the honest aspirations of less gifted individuals. In the society of the northern capital he will be long and sadly missed. The accounts of his eccentricity of manners and appearance have been much exaggerated. He had no great respect for the commonplace conventionalities of artificial life, nor had he any reverence for tailors and masters of ceremonies ; but the statements about his buttonless shirts, his threadbare coats, and tattered academical robes, arc pictorial fictions. With all his apparent eccentricity, he had sound judgment and a genial kindly heart; and in his warm love, especially in his latter years, of all that was generous and good and sacred, and his sincere affection for Dr. Chalmers and otheis of his colleagues most eminent for piety and active philanthropy, he gave proof of a religious principle far deeper than any mere sentimental feeling or philosophical persuasion could have inspired. He was much beloved in the neighborhood of Elleray. Every old boatman and young angler, every hoary shepherd and primitive dame among the hills of the district, knew him and enjoyed his presence. He was a steady and genial friend to Hartley Coleridge for a long course of years. He made others happy by being so intensely happy himself when his brighter moods were on him. He felt, and enjoyed too, intensely, and paid the penalty in the deep melancholy of the close of his life. He could not chasten the exuberance of his love of nature and of genial human intercourse; and he was cut off from both long before his death. The sad spectacle was witnessed with respectful sorrow, for all who had ever known him felt deeply in debt to him. He underwent an attack of pressure on the brain some years before his death; and an access of paralysis closed the scene. In his death, those who knew him best will feel that one of the great and good men of our time has passed away.

The Author of Mary Powell has commenced a series of The Chronicles of Merry England, a history written in chronicle style, and affecting some of its quaintnesses, to which we object, as to all affectations and imitations. This first volume advances no further than the reign of Stephen. It is pictorially written, and therefore well caleulated for school and family reading.

The Edinburgh Review is Just 50 years old; the Quarterly, 44; the New Monthly Magazine, 33; Blackwood, 38; and Fraeer, 24.

Punch was concocted in the dark back-parlor of a publie-house behind Drury-lane Theatre. The paper was started; it struggled on for about a year, and was then sold for £100 to Messrs. Bradbury and Evans, the printers. In their hands it rose to eminence. All the wit in England hastened to their standard. It has had the honor of being expelled from several kingdoms on the continent of Europe. "One night, at Lady Blessington's," said a certain literary gentleman, " Lord Brougham told me that he would rather stand a six weeks' roasting in the House of Peers than a single scarifying joke in Punch"

Among the recent English publications the following are worth noting: Volumes one to three of the Rev. H. H. Milman's History of Latin Christianity, including that of the Popes to the Pontificate of Nicholas V.; Stephens' Central America, revised by Mr. Catherwood, in one volume; The Life and Times of Jokn Perry, the Pilgrim Martyr; Working Women of the last Half Century, the Lesson of their Lives, by C. L. Balfour; Remains of the late Bishop Copleston, with an Introduction containing Reminiscences of his Life, by Archbishop Whately; Mr. Hardman's Translation of Weiss' History of the French Protestant Refugees; Atherton, a new work by Miss MlTFORD, author of Our Village.

Among the most recent publications of interest in Paris we may cite the first volumes of the works of AKAOO, with a charming introductory memoir by his early and constant friend and brother in science, Alexander Von Humroldt. The political and economical papers of Armand Carrel have also been collected and arranged, judiciously annotated by M. Charles Romev, and preceded by a biographical notice from the pen of M. Littre. These papers throw a new light on the high qualities of that chivalrous individual.

The Paris correspondent of the Literary Gazette writes, " About once a month or so, a new work by Lamartine is talked of; at this moment it is said that he is writing a volume of Turkish tales, which he intends shall form a sort of companion volume to the 'Arabian Nights.' But of all the many new works of his that have been promised during the last year, not one—his soi-disant 'History of the Constituent Assembly' excepted (it is being published piecemeal in a newspaper, but excites little attention)—not one has seen the light. Nevertheless, it is quite certain that he labors hard with his pen, even to the injury of his health. This is most honorable to him, as his political career has made him poor and embarrassed, and as he is anxious to leave, on going to his last home, no debts behind him. In one respect he is very fortunate: an eminent stockjobber, named Mires, who is the proprietor of three or four newspapers and periodicals, feels such warm admiration of his genius and personal character, that he insists on purchasing all the manuscript works he writes or plans, and on giving him, in ready money, a higher sum than, if left to himself, he would venture to ask. It is not often that the Stock Exchange produces a Meccenas; and it is much to the credit of M. Mires to be the presidium et dulee decus meum of such a man as Lamartine, the greatest living poet of France, and, in spite of his political errors, one of the noblest of her citizens."

A new work of Michelet's is announced, "The Women of the Revolution." The illustrious historian is still at Nice; his health is improved.

A work is published in Paris bearing this singular title, " Eternity Unveiled; or, the future life of souls aficr death." The author is M. H. Delaage, the grandson of Chantal.

The French Government has decided that a peri

odical, containing reports and papers of scientific and literary societies, accounts of missions, &c., shall henceforth be published, under the title of "Bulletin des Societes Savants."

An unpublished Latin treatise by Leibnitz, in refutation of Spinoza, has lRtely been discovered and translated into French by M. Foucher de Careil.

A Florence correspondent of a London journal writes: "J met at a soiree the other evening, the lady who, about thirty years since, wrote Rome m the Nineteenth Century, and the poet, Mr. Browning —the former a talkative and bustling, the latter a silent and thoughtful guest. His gifted lady is hardly to be met with in such circles, for Mrs. Browning dedicates herself here, as 1 understand, to the retired, studious life conformable with her habits in earlier years, as with the inclinations of her gentle and elevated nature."

The publishing house of Messrs. J. W. Parker and Son, who have just given to the public Mr. Frederick Tennyson's Poems and the Poetical Remains of Praed, will shortly issue a volume of new Poetry from the pen of the Rev. Charles Kinoslry, which it may be hoped will consist rather of many short pieces than two or three long ones, remembering the touching and picturesque ballad of Call the cattle home, in his novel of Alton Loche.

The late recall of Chevalier Bunsen by the Prussian Government produces much excitement among his English friends. A London journal says:

"Literary men as well as politicians will be sorry to leam the removal of the Chevalier Bunsen from the office of Prussian minister at the English court. The Chevalier had so long been connected with this country, had made himself so deeply acquainted with our language, literature, and science, that he may be said to have been of us, as well as among us; some of his best works are written in the En. glish language; and it may be said more truly of him than of most students, 'nihil tetigit quod nan ornavit.' At any period the removal of such a man would be ft matter of regret, and now more especially, when it is clearly the consequence of political intrigues at the court of Prussia, unworthy in themselves, and arising from parties openly and avowedly hostile to this country."

Southey, Moore, Wordsworth, Campbell, Coleridge, Scott, Wilson—never did a brighter galaxy of poets adom any age. It is curious and sad to remark that in the case of almost all of these illustrious men—certainly of all of them who reached old age—the overtasked brain more or less gave way.

A lately-published decree of the Index includes, among other prohibited works, in French and Italian, the Theological Essays of Mr. F. Oenison MauRice. It is not frequently that English publications appearinthis list; and though the theory ofecclesiastical censorship is severe, its enforcement in Rome is tempered by modifications. Permission to read prohibited books, which is necessary for those desiring freely to avail themselves of public libraries, is easily obtained by application to proper authority and statement of a legitimate object in view, the petitioner receiving a formula in Latin, in the name of the Pontiff and the Inquisition, at the expense, for expedition fees, of about tenpence.

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