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spectacles the evils that manifest themselves in all I given, and the result is directly the reverse. The large bodies of men. The proposition so often ad- reporter does not aim to address the conscience; he vanced that public legal retribution teaches men does not therefore select those aspects of the scene revenge, is one which is really unworthy of an an- that have the most power for the conscience, and swer. The distinction between the vengeance of which are precisely the ones that may have the law and the revenge of selfishness is as wide as the least power for the imagination. His object is not distinction between heaven and earth. Let it be the moral, but the sentimental. The very feeling felt that human life is taken as a sacrifice to indi. which is condemned as a motive when it leads a vidual or even social interest, and the transaction man to witness an execution, is the one he seeks might well inculcate the lesson which is charged to gratify. He would produce a thrilling picture; upon it. Such might be the result when justice his object is to make us shudder; his great ambition (then misnamed) should be wholly utilitarian, and is to set forth his graphic power as a sketcher of the the higher idea be wholly banished from her sup- terrible, the exciting, and often the revolting. posed domain. But while the latter keeps its Someti:nes he attempts to moralize, but it is genplace, it will ever be found that the solemn lesson, erally some nauseously hypocritical diatribe on the “revenge not yourselves," is nowhere so sternly bad effects of public executions, or an affected won. taught as in the spectacle of legal retribution re. der that any curiosity should lead men to gaze upon presentative of no individual interest or private a spectacle which he, the humane reporter, suffers feeling, but of the abstract, the universal, the eter- to pain his eyes only out of a sense of duty to the nal justice.

public. There is a moral power—there must be a moral His purpose, we say, is to paint a thrilling scene, power-in a public execution conducted with those and in such a picture, of course the animal is preimposing solemnities which the judicial authorities dominant over the moral. . The whole, as a whole, of the State might throw around it. Even amid all is discolored and distorted. What may be truly defects the true lesson, we have no doubt, has been stated in itself is false in the relations it has as. often and impressively taught. Men who think at sumed in passing through his own mind and his all, cap not help feeling that they stand in the pres. own imagination. Other parts are left out ; and ence of a higher power and a higher principle than much is the pure creation of one whose very occuthat of expediency, or any merely private or social pation leads him, perhaps unconsciously, to make utility. Crimes have been committed in sight of the scenic predominant over the real. There is the gallows, but this does not go to disprove the fact thus produced that most demoralizing result--the of a deep moral impression upon the multitudes excitement of the sensitive or animal nature, conwhose outward demeanor presents no visible fact nected with no moral association, and grounded on which the reporter or the news-vendor could make no true moral principle. For these (the moral asthe subject of some exciting paragraph. Human pects) are either wholly thrown in the background, depravity may exhibit itself under almost any cir. or, it may be, if mentioned at all, called by a false cumstances; but who knows in how many minds name, and actually denounced in the reforming cant the dread spectacle to the sense may have produced of the day. that indelible association of ideas which no specu- If justice must conceal herself-if executions * lative ethical teaching could have so impressed must be private-let them be wholly so. Let the

upon the soul-that true moral suasion which only public knowledge be the sworn certificate of henceforth makes crime and retribution one thought, the sheriff, and the magistrate, that the deed has one feeling--conceptively as well as logically in been done. Beyond this, let the curtain be wholly divisible? This may not perhaps be tested by out. dropped. Above all, let there be a total exclusion ward evidences, but all reasoning from the estab. of any one connected with the newspaper press, or lished laws of moral associations goes to show that of any other person who goes there for the immoral such must be the general tendency at least, while purpose of picturing to the unregulated imagination contrary appearances only present the inconsider what is declared to be wrong for the eye, under the able yet prominent exception.

dominion of the conscience, to behold. This is de. It is the contrary practice which is demoralizing manded, if on no other ground, for the purpose of demoralizing in its very nature and principle, with. putting a stop to the demoralizing hypocrisy which out any corresponding and balancing benefit. In a it causes to abound in the reasonings of those who former Number of our Editor's Table, many months defend the practice. The occupation is a base one, ago, we dwelt upon the difference of moral effect full as much so, we think, as that of the despised produced by the actual sight of an event or a stage hangman who is hired to perform his painful work. representation of it. The same distinction may be There is no consistency in it. Why should it be taken here between the actual spectacle of a public forbidden as demoralizing for a man to see truly execution and the reading a newspaper account, with his own eyes, what he is permitted to see, dressed up to produce a dramatic effect. In the one more or less falsely, through the refracting eyes and case we have the naked truth; the moral power discoloring imagination of another? comes to us undisturbed by any factitious senti. We are happy to think that there is a very rementalism. In the other the scene rises to the spectable portion of the press to whom these reimagination with the hue and savor of another mind, marks do not apply. And yet it is most evident whose aim has not been the moral impression, but that, since the passage of the law requiring private what is called a thrilling effect upon the sensitive, executions, there has arisen a new department of or, in other words, the animal nature. In the spec. newspaper writing, which may not inaptly be styled tacle itself there is both the moral and the animal our“ Gallows Literature.” We have a specimen beelement, but the former is most likely to be the strongfore us, which was put out on a very recent occa. est. In the fearful reality the imagination, instead sion, and may serve as a representative of the of demanding stimulants, is awed into sobriety, whole class. It is got up with all that species of while tonscience has thus a chance to become pre- clap-trap which is sometimes found in the book. dominant. Let the same scene be made the subject making crast. Captions and titles are presented in of a newspaper report, especially as they are usually such a way as to catch the eye, and exert a spurious “thrilling” influence upon the imagination. I priests and monks are sober men; there is no posThe opening section or paragraph is headed, “The sibility of laughter indicated upon their serious Condemned Cell;" next comes the “ Watch with faces : the spectator feels that these are the porthe Convict;" then, in graphic order, the “ Striking traits of those whose lives dedicated them to solemoff the Chains," the “Entrance of the Sheriff," the nity. Nor can it be matter of surprise that, learn“ Procession to the Gallows," the “ Prayer," the ing by experience the exceeding sinfulness of sin, * Drawing down the Cap," the “ Adjustment of the men of an ascetic temperament were persuaded Rope.” Along with this we are told how the that there could not be an exclusive devotion to wretched man looked, and when he trembled, and holy offices, to ghostly meditations, and sharp, hard when and how long convulsions writhed his limbs ; l penances, so great that it could balance the colossal all winding up perhaps with the usual homily about woe and sin of the world. the “vindictiveness of the law," and the usual Yet every vocation believes strongly in itself; wonder that men could ever have brought them- and, for our part, sitting, observant and critical, in selves to witness the spectacle of a public execu our Easy Chair, we are not disposed to allow that tion.

any class of men are so familiar with the foibles, if Few things, we think, are doing more really to not sins, of their fellow-men, as editors. They are demoralize the public mind and pollute the public the presiding genii of publicity. Therefore, every imagination than this same "Gallows Literature,” | man who has a theory or a plan whereby to benefit whether found in the pages of a novel, or the vile mankind, and to damage or not, as it chances, his newspaper that has its circulation in the lowest own purse and reputation ; every man who has porter-houses. But space will not permit us to contemplated his own navel until he is solemnly pursue the theme. Some things we have stated convinced that he has seen to the bottom of it; ev. may be liable to misconstruction; the argument is ery man who, being unable to help himself, is cock. of necessity imperfectly stated, but we would trust sure that he can help the world; every man who the intelligent reader to follow it out in its more is going to lecture, or sing, or act, or preach, or extended bearings. It may be thought, too, that criticise, is sure to beg the good offices of the ed. some aspects of the doctrine presented have a harsh itor, and to expose himself, his spirit, and the seand forbidding appearance, and some may call them cret of his projects, to carry his point of being anPharisaical ; but we assume no untenable ground nounced to the public. when we affirm, that they are not only consistent Sitting quietly in his Easy Chair, the editor sees with, but the only views that are consistent with, it all; he hears the asseverations of sincerity, in. the most humbling sense of each man's individual tegrity, patriotism, devotion, and the long catalogue desert, as well as the purest spirit of human broth- of amiable virtues, with singular equanimity. Flute, erhood or universal philanthropy.

the bellows-mender, trusts that his honesty will not be questioned, while the air is still ringing with the sonorous appeals to his past career and his

well-known probity, of Snout the tinker. Editors AN Editor who plants his Easy Chair in the never care to go to the theatre—they are never elecA midst of so great a city as New York, sees trified by eloquence-they are not touched by poemuch more than he tells, and much more than oth try; the simple virtues seem to them hum-drum; ers believe. If a confessor could reveal the thou- the great excellencies, artificial. That distinguishsand-hued experience which is laid bare before ed statesman, the Honorable Thomas Tit, seems him ; if he could report to the world the eager, to them a bag of wind; and that servent divine, the trembling whispers of hope, the terrible threats, the Rev. Balm Salve, a milksop: they do not believe idiotic hatreds, black malice, despair, and unchari. in your superior medicated soap, and they turn a tableness, which smooth red lips or rough-bearded deaf ear to Signora Sirena, the delicious prima ones breathe in his sacred ear, we should not will. donna; they do not read books, and an author bores ingly believe him, or we should all look upon each them; they seat themselves, yawning and disgustother with doubt and sadness. People often say, ed, to pen resonant paragraphs about public probwith a self-satisfied shrug of conscious virtue,"Oh!ity and private honor, and call upon an indignant the world is so much better than you think.” But and outraged country to note that they are not as what man does not secretly witness to himself, other men are ; they save and lose mankind by from his own peculiar and unsuspected experience, rhetorical flourishes, and are the most weary, worn, that it is much worse? That the tree of knowledge desillusioné, and blasé of mortals. bears unhappiness for its fruit, is an axiom old as Now nothing is so natural as this chronic faiththe Bible. The modiste drapes Lady Macbeth with lessness and want of interest. It is because they the graceful splendors of the last fashion; the phy- perpetually see the skeleton of affairs. The pubsician takes care that the physical functions shall | lic goes, after a successful dinner, and sits comforthave their proper play ; but what physician can ably upon crimson velvet to hear the dulcet notes minister to the mind diseased, or what modiste drape of a paragon of loveliness. But the editor has with grace moral deformity ?

been wrangling all the morning with the miserly There is an old dispute among the professions manager about bills and advertisements, and knows upon this very point. Which reveals the greatest just how much the lovely paragon pockets by her variety of experience? Is the lawyer, the physi. charity concert. Seen from the front, there is a cian, or the clergyman, the wiser man, by reason beautiful young Spanish woman serenaded by of the unrestrained play of human passion which moonlight, in a stately palace, and the innocent he witnesses? We laugh at the clergyman as a daughter of your bosom is warmed with romance man who is never admitted to the real secrets and and vivid sympathy. But from the rear of the sympathies of men. And yet, what other class of stage-alas! there are no palaces nor Spanish men see so much of man in moments when subter.

much of man in moments when subter. I houris, only a rouged grinning old woman, and a fuge and hypocrisy avail nothing? Is life to be slab of daubed canvas, with cross-bars of rough learned in the counting-house, and not in the cham-wood. Unfortunately, an editor always sits be. ber of death? In the old Catholic pictures, the hind the scenes. There are better plays in his of

Editor's Easy Chair.

fice than you pay a half-dollar to see at the theatre. “Of course." It is no wonder that he is weary and worn; it isThreatening, sneering, scoffing, mad, merry, and only wonderful that he can compose such fine ridiculous letters." things about it all for his readers in the morning. “We know the ropes," continued we, compla.

Now and then, of course, some of these fine cently. things happen to operate like sparks in a magazine, “But the best of all," proceeded Grayquill, and there is a great explosion, either of the public smiling a shrewd and quiet smile, “is this: it is powder or of some very little private heap of some dated Smithville." very little private man. If it is the former case, “Where is Smithville ?" there is indignant renunciation by the great organs | “Well, nobody knows precisely. It's some little of public opinion—that is to say, Messrs. Ink, Blink, farming village up among the hills.” and Mink write three flaming editorials, which are “Very well, what says our man' from Smith. published simultaneously, and the net result is ville?" called public opinion. If it is the latter case, and “Listen," said Grayquill. the little private man is a brave man, and believes

"*Smithville, May, 18% himself wronged, he knows that the expression is "The ingratitude of the imbecile miscreants only that of another little private man, although it of New York, who are only suffered to live by the may be fifty or a hundred thousand times re-echoed supply of bad eggs from Smithville, outrages belief. by just as many copies of his paper as there are We've hatched you. We've done every thing for printed, and he calls for explanation. On such oc- you. We send you thin milk watered, we send casions, high words, horse-whippings, and evanish- you bran-new pine nutmegs. We send you ricketty ings from windows-what the poet calls “fallings beef. We send you all our offal, which is only too from us"-sometimes ensue. There is a general good for such puppies to live upon. We send you escape of steam, and every body feels better. bad eggs to support you-you live by our permis.

But if the offended little man happens not to be sion; and we honor you by spending your money, and brave, nor manly, nor sensible, then he sits down allowing you to pay for every thing we want. And and writes a furious letter, calling that unhappy now, because we wish to make our bad eggs worse, editor very hard names, and threatening him with you are trying to stop us, as if they wouldn't be too all kinds of conceivable perils and punishments. good for you, any way. You are all a pack of un. And if the little man is a very little man indeed, he grateful, insolent scoundrels ; and that you particu. is sure to keep at a great distance from the edi-larly, from whom we have borrowed more than from tor's Easy Chair when he writes his furious little any one else, should talk about what you haven't letter, and, above all, takes great care not to sign the brains to comprehend, is just what such a dehis name. That is a truly formidable missile! formed pup of an imperfect dam would be sure to There are always not less than a score of them dis- do. Just you come by the train that leaves New charged daily at every editorial Easy Chair. The York next Monday at five in the afternoon, and stop first word betrays them, and pop they go, without at Smithville, and you'll find what's thought of you a thought farther, into the waste-basket, with only by your masters, a single glance to make quite sure that it is that

“Bap Eggs."" most futile and foolish of weapons-an anonymous Grayquill laughed as he folded up this precious letter.

document. Of all kinds of cheap courage, this is the cheap- “Next Monday," said he, “when the train that est. A man who personally confronts a supposed leaves New York at five o'clock reaches Smithville, antagonist, and takes the consequences of an en- the population of that estimable village will be less counter-however hot, and wild, and enraged he by one person, and that is, the writer of this letter, may be-carries a certain heroism in his conduct, who will be troubled by the conviction that a stranand inspires a kind of respect. Or a man who, be- ger may possibly arrive and ask for him. I rather ing known as the editor of a journal, speaks his think he will go out of town on business at five mind freely in his paper, is respectable, because o'clock that afternoon." he assumes personally the responsibility of what | And old Grayquill departed, whistling Partant he says. But a man who sends a tissue of ill-writ- pour La Syrie. ten ribaldry, who kicks painfully and pointlessly | In our placid monthly cogitations and criticisms from under eover, simply writes himself down an upon the world and its movements, we are so forass, and to no one appears so amusingly imbecile tunate as not to have incensed the great bad-egg as to him whom he sought to insult.

interest. It probably considers our periodical reWe were forcibly reminded of this the other day, marks not worth its notice, although we mean to by a visit from our cool old contemporary, Gray. Toppose badness in eggs to the very last quill. The quill, who, on his way to his Easy Chair, stopped daily journals, like Grayquill's, have a constant for a moment to chat with ours.

teasing, stinging, spurring, hectoring influence which “Do you remember,” said he, “my last leader addles that great interest with a perfect frenzy. A against the Eccaleobion, or machine for hatching daily paper is compelled to tum every thing to aceggs by artificial heat ?"

count. The demand for subjects and novelty is so “Yes," said we, “perfectly, and a sound article constant, that an anonymous letter may often furit was."

nish a text for several squibg-except that they are “I took the ground, you remember," he continued, usually too dull, and are cast into the basket, as we “that the process injured the maternal instincts of said, with a sigh that they were not piquant enough the hen."

to point a paragraph. But to assault our Easy “Yes."

Chair would be a losing labor. It must be a double " And therefore tended to general fowl demoral. blow in the dark. “We," in this instance, are ization."

more than usually mysterious. The "we" of most “Perfectly," we answered.

Journals is known. The "we" of this Easy Chair “Very well,” continued Grayquill, “ I have re- is not obvious. Of course you will say, perhaps in ceived all kinds of anonymous letters about it.” lan anonymous way that it is perfectly obvious. You will draw exasperating illustrations from the the world around us. There are no exaggerations, habits of the ostrich, that thrusts its head, &c. &c. no surprises. The heroes and heroines do not sudIt is a little trite, to be sure, but triteness is trite in denly burst into impossible feats of virtue, and the anonymous assertions. You will say, “How could laws of nature are not suspended apropos of a any one mistake?-"and" it is perfectly clear that "woman's tears or a man's misfortunes. There is a and “of all melancholy and amusing delusions to steady, tragical persistence in the tale. If you smile, suppose" &c. But if our assertion only procures | it is quite unawares. If you weep, the tears ooze, us the novelty of an anonymous letter, we shall be as when you sit in the parlor and see the youn quite satisfied. We promise to take it to Gray- people merrily dancing about the room. With the quill, and to compare it with the choice communica- conscience of a great artist, the author says: “Nation he showed us.

ture is our mistress and our model. If she can And there are persons who believe that an Easy | touch and teach us, let us attend to her lessons, Chair is a seat of roses ! Alas! is any coign of and be wiser and sadder men. There shall be no vantage such? If you could have magic spectacles, clap-trap; no forced contrasts; no impossibly good which, by merely putting upon your nose, would men, and incredibly beautiful angels stepping about reveal to you not only what seemed, but what truly in petticoats, and diffusing millennial splendors. If was, would you accept them? If, over the cradle you choose you shall rail, because in drawing a of your first-born, two fairies hovered, one with the heroine I do not conjure such a figure to your menrosy vail of doubt, and hope, and wondering human tal eye, as the mantua-maker displays to your outignorance, and the other with the melancholy magic ward vision in her sumptuous window. You shall which, once touching the eyes, stripped all shows swear that I am a cynic, because I write what you from the solemn substance, would you drop over believe and act upon. You shall cry, To arms! beyour child's eyes the vail, or touch them with the cause I expose the strong sanctity which serves to magic? Why, under the bloom of youth and beauty, cover rank sin, even as Lady Whittlesea's chapel should you wish to see the skeleton? Why, in the is built over Mr. Sherrick's secure wine-vaults." rose's heart, long to detect the worm? Why, through Now, we understand that in some quarters the the warm ardor of first love, yearn to feel the shud-cry to arms! has been heard. It is asserted that an dering forecast of coming coldness, neglect, despair, assault is made upon sacred proprieties, because and death? To know, is the consuming ambition that sleek sinner, the Rev. Charles Honeyman, is of man. But it is because a beneficent fate has laid presented to the derisive gaze of an attentive and him in the lap of mystery.

discriminating world. We are suspicious at this, They who know men best are not the gayest. because we had supposed that if any body of men We said that the fruit of the tree of knowledge was would have hailed the author of The Newcomes as · rather bitter than sweet. It is alluring by bloom their sturdy and invincible ally, it would have been and beauty. The apples of Sodom are grafted from the clergy. Is any class so interested in the exthe orchard of Eden. After all, would you in truth | posure of that smooth pretense which apes and be an Editor? and do you fancy that a Chair is Easy assumes Christian rectitude and simplicity? Is it because it is called so, or that knowledge satisfies so directly the concern of any body that quacks because it constantly teases desire? Then listen should be exposed, as of the medical profession? to the story of the Elle-Maids, and remember that From the beginning of literature and art, have not there are more Aasums and Odensees than are the most purgative processes, the most searching mentioned in mythology.

and successful applications, for the benefit of every “There lived a man in Aasum, near Odensee, thing and every body, been the publication of frauds, who, as he was coming home one night from Seden, shams, and humbugs, to which the meanness and passed by a hill that was standing on red pillars, I selfishness of men so incessantly tend ? and underneath there was dancing and great fes- Doubtless, the truth may sometimes be spoken tivity. He hurried on past the hill as fast as he unwisely. A heated denial may seem to be as could, never venturing to cast his eyes that way. furious as a hot assertion. The line between conBut as he went along, two fair maidens came to temptuous exposure of the simulation and the apmeet him, with beautiful hair floating over their preciative recognition of the thing simulated may shoulders, and one of them held a cup in her hand, be too obscurely drawn. But we venture to say which she reached out to him that he might drink that the sympathy of a thoughtful and sober man is of it. The other then asked him if he would come so closely engaged to the simplicity and sanctity of again, at which he laughed, and answered, Yes. the right, that he will tolerate to the last touch any But when he got home, he became strangely affected picture of this most monstrous and most universal in his mind, was never at ease in himself, and was sin of hypocrisy and pious pretense. It is for the continually saying that he had promised to go back. very reason that the thing is so important and And when they watched him closely to prevent his essential, that he will hail every thing which may doing so, he at last lost his senses, and died shortly tend to keep it pure, so it be wisely and well done. after."

The question now is simply this : Is more harm

done to the cause of pure religion and undefiled, by It is our impulse every month, as we seat our the fact of the existence and constantly-spreading selves in the Chair, to speak of The Newcomes. contagion of such characters as the Rev. Charles We are restrained by the conviction that many of Honeyman, or by their exposure ? For ourselves, our readers are not yet interested in the fortunes of we can not have any doubt. It does not even seem that "most respectable family," and that too much to be a question at all. And to say that their expomention wearies. But the charm of the book is sure serves to bring true morality and religion into constantly renewed. It makes its impression, like contempt, seems to be a forgetfulness of "Woe unto life, silently and unsuspectedly. There are no l ye! Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites !” What is fierce and stirring scenes, and points, and culmina. such an assertion but a confession that the whole tions, and crises; there is none of the old hack commonwealth of religion is so infected that the machinery of novels ; but as we sit in our Chair and exposure of a traitor will lead to a discovery of read the story, it is quite the same thing as reading I general decay? We reject the idea and the inference. It is not to be considered a moment. Nos marches away to its basement, whence, should it cause of real importance has any true power or in- happen to be a gala day, those tall gentlemen at fluence when it is not sincerely supported by wise | present attired in Oxford mixture, will issue forth men. It is in vain that there is a conspiracy to with flour plastered on their heads, yellow coats, preserve appearances. The cause will crumble as pink breeches, sky-blue waistcoats, silver lace, fast as you try to patch, and its blackness will glare buckles in their shoes, black silk bags on their the more you whitewash. To shudder lest a probe backs, and I don't know what insane emblems of touch it, is to confess either its real stability or servility and absurd bedizenments of folly. Their your want of faith in it.

very manner of speaking to what we call their mas. For ourselves, we hail every fresh exposure of ters and mistresses will be a like monstrous mas. deceit and corruption, wherever it may be. The querade. You know no more of that race which old church militant doctrine of the end justifying | inhabits the basement floor, than of the men and the means, does not prevail with sober men. Who- | brethren of Timbuctoo, to whom some among us ever believes in God can never despair of man, send missionaries. If you meet some of your serand will certainly never suffer any Charles Honey- vants in the streets (I respectfully suppose for a mans to throw obloquy by their lives upon the moment that the reader is a person of high fashion names they bear and the principles they profess. and a great establishment), you would not know Whoever believes thus, also, will have no fear that their faces. You might sleep under the same roof the truth, which is eternal, will be shaken or shiv. for half a century, and know nothing about them. ered by the scathing anathemas of purient vice. If they were ill, you would not visit them, though The expression of such fear is treason to the right- you would send them an apothecary, and of course eous cause. What weapon so deadly can be put into order that they lacked for nothing. You are not the hands of a man who is really skeptical of the unkind, you are not worse than your neighbors. right, as the opportunity of saying to those who Nay, perhaps if you did go into the kitchen, or to profess to believe_“You have so little real faith in take the tea in the servants' hall, you would do truth that you tremble to bave hypocrisy exposed !" little good, and only bore the folks assembled there. Every manly mind courts the most searching scru. But so it is. With those fellow Christians who tiny. Every confident heart dares malice, wit, have just been saying Amen to your prayers, you learning, and sarcasm to do their worst, that the have scarcely the community of Charity. They weakness of their worst may be made evident to come, you don't know whence; they think and talk the whole world, and remain a recorded triumph of you don't know what; they die, and you don't care, the truth.

or vice versa. They answer the bell for prayers as That the author of The Newcomes in no manner they answer the bell for coals : for exactly three offends taste, delicacy, propriety, nor any the most minutes in the day you all kneel together on one airy of the lighter graces of conduct, in his treat-carpet-and, the desires and petitions of the serment of subjects which have elicited sharp criti. vants and masters over, the rite called family worcism ; but that he is, on the contrary, just, gener. ship is ended." ous, thoughtful, and humane, with only the natural human and kindly feeling of a human heart, which In our last month's chat we had something to say smiles with pity in the midst of its sighing over about a metropolis, what it was, and what it was the sickly glare of gilded goodness, we shall not. It is clear that mere size and wealth do not show, by quoting from Chapter XIV., published in constitute metropolitan character. But there are our April number, the description of the perform-certain points in which New York is gradually ance of family prayers ; and if any reader supposes growing up to that character; or, we will say, to that a simple and hearty piety is traduced by it, he the appearance of a metropolis. Fine architecture must also suppose that to nail a counterfeit note to | is essential to an imposing city. No city so small the counter is to injure the credit of the bank is so splendid and so memorable as Venice. In which is sought to be defrauded by it.

fact, all the Italian cities have a beauty and char. The family of Sir Brian Newcome are summoned acter which separate them in remembrance from for family prayers in the morning. The household many much larger places. And of old Athensall poured into the room. The author continues :

“Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, "I do not sneer at the purpose for which, at that

As the best gem upon its zone." chiming eight o'clock bell, the household is called | Street architecture is a subject daily more intertogether. The urns are hissing, the plate is shin-esting to us. Its value and beauty are every day, ing; the father of the house standing up, reads also, more elaborately illustrated. Broadway is from a gilt book for three or four minutes in a fast becoming a street of palaces. There is such measured cadence. The members of the family a street in Genoa, very narrow, and lined with pal. are around the table in an attitude of decent rev- aces, broad eaves and arching doors, and recessed erence, the younger children whisper responses at windows and balconies overflowing with luxuriant their mother's knees ; the governess worships a olives, and bits of garden, hanging-gardens, bloomlittle apart; the maids and the large footmen are in ing with oranges and oleanders. And as you a cluster before their chairs, the upper servants per: saunter along in the deep shadow, or in that happy forming their devotion on the other side of the side. hour when the sun shines into that long, narrow board ; the nurse whisks about the unconscious fissure among marble cliffs, for so must the strada last-born, and tosses it up and down during the cere. Balbi seem to Uriel in the sun, you believe that mony. I do not sneer at thatat the act at which plumed and doubleted gentlemen, and ladies with all these people are assembled-it is at the rest of gorgeous stomacher and ample train will issue from the day I marvel; at the rest of the day, and what the lofty doors and pass on to some princely feast, it brings. At the very instant when the voice has while pages, balancing falcons upon their wrists, ceased speaking and the gilded book is shut, the lean over the lofty balustrades of the court withinworld begins again, and for the next twenty-three longing to be, each, a Fridolin. hours and fifty-seven minutes, all that household is We have not quite reached this pitch of romantic given up to it. The servile squad rises up and suggestion in Broadway. Yet any man walking

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