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An American medical gentleman, who some years from my office, who always appeared to be in a since visited Paris under circumstances favorable merry humor, and who had a kind word and a cheerto his admission to a circle of the survivors and ful smile for every one he met. Let the day be erer former supporters of “ The Empire," tells a capital so cold, gloomy, or sunless, a happy smile danced story, as he heard it related by the celebrated Gen- like a sunbeam on his cheerful countenance. Meeteral Excelmans, one of Napoleon's “Paladins." ing him one morning, I asked him to tell the secret
It was at a dinner-party, composed of some of of his constant happy flow of spirits : the survivors of Waterloo, a few of their younger “No secret at all," said he, “I have got one of relatives, and the scion of an ex-king on a visit from the best of wives; and when I go to work she alhis home in America, and to whom the gentleman ways has a kind word of encouragement for me; owed his introduction to the circle we have men- and when I go home she meets me with a smile and tioned. Some question arose about bravery, when a kiss, and then the tea is sure to be ready, and she the younger members of the company were electric has done so many little things through the day to fied to hear the venerable and heroic Excelmans please me, that I can not find it in my heart to gravely and seriously declare :
speak an unkind word to any body." “Men are all cowards in the dark !"
The General smiled at their expression of dis "REMEMBER that thou keep holy the Sabbath sent; remarked that it was “very like youth;" and Day," is a divine lesson beautifully enforced in the proceeded to relate the following anecdote, in sup- ensuing lines by Sir Matthew Hale : port of his strange declaration:
“A Sabbath well spent There was a young hot-head in the Emperor's
Brings a week of content, service, who, burning for action, and his duties for
And health for the toils of to-morrow; the time affording no opportunity, at last resolved
But a Sabbath profaned, to fight a duel; accordingly, choosing to construe
Whatsoe'er may be gained,
Is a certain forerunner of sorrow.” some remark or other of an older and superior officer into an insult, he challenged him. The old sol. dier, waiving all considerations of rank, agreed to A gentleman from New York, who had been in meet the young man, but on the following unusual | Boston for the purpose of collecting some moneys terme. The time should be night--the place a room due him in that city, was about returning, when he -in opposite corners of which they were to stand.
site corners of which they were to stand. | found that one bill of a hundred dollars had been
conds having placed their men. were to overlooked. His landlord, who knew the debtor, withdraw outside of the door, taking the candles thought it a doubtful case; but added, that if it was with them. The word should be given from with collectable at all, a tall, raw-boned Yankee, then out, when he who had the first fire should discharge dunning a lodger in another part of the hall, would his weapon, and the seconds having the light should “worry it out” of the man. immediately rush in.
Calling him up, therefore, he introduced him to These strange conditions were accepted; the the creditor, who showed him the account. time arrived; and the seconds placed the parties “Wal, Square," said he, “'taint much use o' as agreed upon-withdrawing immediately, and tryin', I guess. I know that critter. You might as leaving their men in the dark.
well try to squeeze 'ile out of Bunker Hill monu. The word was given the fire was heard-the ment, as to c'lect a debt out of him. But any how, door was re-opened-and there stood the elder of Square, what'll you give, sposin' I do try?" the two bolt upright in the corner, his adversary's “Well, sir, the bill is one hundred dollars. I'll ball having entered the wall so close to his head give you-yes, I'll give you half, if you'll collect it." that his escape seemed little less than miraculous !! “'Greed," replied the collector; there's no harm
It was now the old soldier's turn to fire. They in tryin', any way.” were again left in the dark; the word was again Some weeks after the creditor chanced to be in given from the outside ; and instantaneously with Boston, and in walking up Tremont Street, encoun. the discharge the seconds rushed in to find the chal- tered his enterprising friend: lenger prostrate upon the floor, not yet having reo “Look o'here," said he, “Square. I had concovered himself from his trick to avoid the ball, which, siderable luck with that bill o' your'n. You see, I on examination, it was found must have killed him! stuck to him like a dog to a root, but for the first
The young man was covered with confusion, and week or so 'twan't no use-not a bit. If he was the seconds were overwhelming him with the ex. home, he was 'short ;' if he wasn't home, I couldn't pression of their scorn, when the veteran stopped get no satisfaction. By-and-by, says I, after goin' them:
sixteen times, “I'll fix you!' says I. So I sat “Not so fast! not so fast! my young friends," down on the door-step, and sat all day and part of said he; you will live to grow wiser. Where do the evening, and I begun airly next day ; but about you suppose I was at the first fire ? On my hands ten o'clock he ‘’gin in. He paid me my half, and and knees in the corner ; but I was up quicker than I gin him up the note!” he. Ah! Messieurs, say what we will-boast as we may-we are all cowards in the dark !"
The late S. S. Prentiss once narrated the fol. It was afterward ascertained that the story was lowing as the line of defense by which he secured an actual fact, and that the elder of the parties was the acquittal of a client who was on trial for libel : no other than the brave warrior Excelmans him “It was a most aggravated case as far as facts
were concerned. But I made these points : First,
That the plaintiff's character was so bad that it was It won't injure any young married lady-reader of incapable of injury; and Secondly, That my client “The Drawer" in the least to note the following, was so notorious a liar that nobody would believe especially if she is able to draw a moral from its any statement he should make ; and therefore he perusal:
could not be guilty of the offense of libel. The jury “I noticed a mechanic, among a number of oth | agreed with me on both points, and acquitted my ers, at work on a house erecting but a little way client.
Captain Canot ; or, Twenty Years of an African mirable, betraying both acuteness and ingenuity; Slaver, edited by Brantz MAYER. (Published by but his heart is imbued with the spirit of ShakD. Appleton and Co.) An abundant variety of ma- speare, and he accordingly loves to deal with the poterials for a racy narrative were placed in the hands etical sense of the author, rather than with curious of the editor of this volume by the enterprising ad- philological distinctions. In his own happy phrase, venturer whose history it commemorates. He has Mr. White claims “to have been for many years, worked them up with the skill of a practiced writer, and yet to be, Shakspeare's Scholar-a title which and produced a book which can not fail to delight the proudest may be proud to bear, and which the the legion of readers whose taste inclines to stories humblest may with humility assume." He has not of moving accidents by flood and field, hair-breadth attempted to decide what Shakspeare might have escapes, horrors which chill and curdle the blood, written, or to consult his prosessed interpreters as and marvelous customs of strange people in barbaric to his meaning; but to learn from his own words homes. Mr. Mayer has painted with a glowing what he did write, studying them in the spirit of a pencil the unique scenes which only the experience | pupil at the feet of a master equally revered and beof an unscrupulous fortune-seeker could have loved. His knowledge of the mass of mingled brought to light. He has used no reserve in relat- learning and ignorance, sense and folly, with which ing the disclosures which the transparent candor of Shakspeare has been overwhelmed by his commenthe slave-trader has communicated without dis-tators, has led him to trust to his own studies, guise. Such a tissue of reckless adventures has rather than to any learned traditions; and hence seldom been put on paper; and never by one who his pages have a peculiar freshness, vitality, and holds so respectable a place in literature as the zest, which we rarely find in works of similar inpresent editor.
tent. Captain Canot was of French and Italian parent. The leading tendency of Mr. White's Shakspearage-his father being one of Napoleon's veteran ian labors is to discredit the license of conjectural campaigners, and his mother a fair Piedmontese, criticism-to hold up the obvious signification of whorn the delirium of " love's young dream" led to the text as the soundest and most probable-and marry a soldier. At an early age he was sent to thus to disperse the army of editors and annotators sea, and came to America as cabin-boy in a vessel who so frequently obscure the light of the original, of the celebrated millionaire of Boston, the late by the dimness of their own perceptions. “There “ Billy Gray," as he was familiarly called in his are certain passages in his plays," he justly observes, native State. An amusing incident is given of “to appreciate the full force of which, we must have young Canot's first rencontre with this gentleman, gone sympathetically on with the poet, and have on the deck of his own ship, on her arrival in Bos reached them in the same mood with him. Otherton harbor. The acquaintance commenced with a wise, we breathe a different air, scan a different pitched battle-the fiery young Italian, who had horizon. The man who stands upon the level of been left in charge of the vessel, mistaking the literal prose, can not see the vast, far-stretching, visit of the owner for an attempt at robbery, and tender-hued beauties, which his glance takes in who resisting his incursion tooth and nail, finally won has been borne into mid-air upon the wings of Poesy. the friendship of the eccentric merchant by his Such passages as these it has been, and even yet is, dare-devil prowess in defense of his property. the fashion to pick out and condemn as obscure, After sailing from the port of Salem for several nonsensical, contradictory." " voyages, Canot at length brings up at Havana. The volume comprises, first, a brief historical Here his nautical eye fell in love with a trim, sketch of the text of Shakspeare; then, an elaborfascinating craft, which proved to be a slaver ate and stringent examination of the pretensions of bound to the coast of Africa. He could not resist | Collier's “Folio of 1632;" and finally, a copious the temptation to make one of her company. The series of Notes and Comments on several passages crew consisted of a pack of scoundrels, who mu- in the different plays. In these last, Mr. White is tinied on arriving at the African coast, and were usually content with an expressive brevity of anno. mostly slaughtered in detail by Canot's own hand. tation; though in some important cases his notes This was his first introduction to the delights of the assume the dimensions of essays, and never fail to slave-trade. The commencement of his career was be replete with significant and original suggestions. successful. The traffic proved lucrative. He be-| Every genuine scholar will tender a cordial greet. came a great man on the coast, and spread terror ing to his work, as the fruit of free and manly reand astonishment among the natives by his journeys search, a discriminating study of the great original, into the interior. The day of retribution comes at a cultivated and delicate taste, and the fine poetic last, and his downfall is as rapid and complete as sense, without which even the spirit of Shakspeare had been his former prosperity. He abandons the evaporates into thin air. dire pursuit in disgust, after experiencing every The views of the author in preparing the volume kind of trial and hardship, and wasting the very are forcibly, though somewhat quaintly, stated, and flower and substance of his life in ruinous enter with a tang of the olden time, in a Prefatory Letter prises. The confessions which are recorded in this to Mr. George Curtis, the popular Howadji. We volume bear the stamp of reality, and are as full of ought to add that the edition is brought out in a instruction as they are remarkable for graphic effect. style of exquisite typography, approaching almost
Shakspeare's Scholar, by RICHARD GRANT to daintiness. White. (Published by D. Appleton and Co.) Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands, by Mrs. Har. Not only enthusiasm for the immortal dramatic RIET BEECHER STOWE. (Phillips, Sampson, and poet, but a profound and genial study of his works, Co.) In reading these volumes, great allowance is exhibited in the composition of this volume. It must be made for the impression left on the writer's is not the production of a pedant or an antiquary. imagination by the enthusiastic welcome which Minute verbal criticism is not the principal aim of awaited her arrival in England. She was every the writer. His remarks in this line are indeed ad. | where received as a heroine of the first magnitude, and her journeys in Great Britain were but so many / general. The volume is full and complete, embrao. triumphal processions. No American lady has ever ing every important element essential to the clear been so much courted and caressed in the palaces understanding of the subject in hand, and presentof the English nobility, or been honored with such ing in the English language, for the first time, a spontaneous tributes of admiration from all circles thorough text-book of design, in connection with of society. It would be a wonder if her head were the industrial arts which distinguish the present not a little turned by such demonstrations--we century. The American artisan and mechanic will might pardon something to the influence of flattery find it an invaluable manual, and can not consult even on " a strong-minded female.” Mrs. Stowe, its lucid pages without gaining a clearer and more however, needs no such apology. She does not profound insight into the principles of his calling. lose her simplicity and self-possession in the melo. A profusion of engravings and tabular views acdramatic glare which shone upon her steps. We see company the text of the work, leaving nothing to be the effects of adulation only in the "sunny" char- | desired for its practical utility. acter of the “memories" which she has brought Harper and Brothers have published a new Prachome. Her eye rested merely on the bright side of tical and Commercial Arithmetic, by GERARDUS B. the picture, and doubtless it would have been an DoCHARTY, LL.D., whose well-known treatise on ungracious task to have sought materials for darker “Algebra" has given him a high rank as a popular shades. She confines herself to what she saw in | illustrator of mathematical science. The present her jubilant tour-and, of course, all that she saw volume is remarkable for the clearness of its methwas rose-colored. We can not blame her for this ods, the pertinence of its examples, and the thorough -but it must operate as a guard against the one-manner in which the theory of numbers is elucida. sided character of her descriptions. In spite of the ted, from its elementary processes to its most comkindly gloss which she throws over English society, plicated formulas. The part devoted to Commercial we do not suppose that it betokens the speedy ap- Arithmetic is of especial value, and may safely be proach of the millenium. The serpent still hisses commended to the attention of young men in count. and bites in the British isles, nor do the lion and ing-rooms or banking institutions, who are somethe lamb yet lie down together. But for these re.times at a loss for the solution of questions occur. mains of heathenism Mrs. Stowe did not feel herring in the common routine of business. As a self responsible ; and accordingly she does not go manual for the instruction of classes, the practical out of her way to comment thereon. Her book teacher can not fail to discover its merits instantly, must be taken as the exhibition of English civiliza. I even upon the most cursory examination. tion by a partial hand. In this point of view it is The American Cottage Builder, by John BULLOCK, not only readable and entertaining, but eminently is a neat volume, containing a series of designs, instructive. Her sketches are easy and graceful plans, and specifications, for “homes for the peoher report of conversations is racy and characteris-ple," on a scale of prices ranging from $200 to tic-her pages swarm with poetical illustrations, $20,000. Without being deficient in any technical showing a familiar acquaintance with choice En- details, the work presents a variety of general glish literature and bating an overweening love views on architecture, domestic and rural economy, of Dr. Watts, as the favorite poet of Zion in New the cultivation of art, and other kindred subjects. England-her episodical literary criticisms are oft. The chapters on Warming and Ventilation, Drainen fresh and suggestive. Her volumes decline in age, and Rural Homes, are of special interest, and interest when she begins to describe the Continent, challenge the attention of all who propose to build though they are not without some brilliant pictures a house, or who have their place of residence yet to of Parisian life. Her judgments on the master-choose. (Published by Stringer and Townsend.) pieces of European art, betray the rashness from Memoir and Sermons of Joseph Harrington, late which Yankee tourists are seldom free, yet they are pastor of the Unitarian Church in San Francisco, never destitute of a true love of beauty, which, un- is an interesting memorial of a clergyman of singu. der favorable circumstances, would doubtless have lar beauty of character, and acknowledged eminence ripened into a sound critical taste. She does not, in his profession. He was a native of Roxbury, however, put on the airs of a connoisseur, nor in- Mass., graduated at Harvard College in 1833, and, dulge in parrot-pratings, repeating the stale echoes after fulfilling the duties of the pastoral charge sucof previous travelers. What she says, right or cessively at Chicago and Hartford, removed to San wrong, is fresh from her own mind and that cer- | Francisco, where he found a grave in 1852. The tainly is a great comfort.
memoir prefixed to this volume, by an intimate The School for Politics is the title of a dramatic friend of the subject, Mr. William Whiting, de. satire by CHARLES GAYARRE, the distinguished scribes him as a man of great energy of purpose, of writer on Louisiana history. His squibs, many of a poetical temperament, with genial and expansive which are fierce and brilliant, are not directed sympathies, and with more than common mental against any particular party or individual, but are ability. It forms a pleasing biographical sketch, designed to hit the abuses which every where char. and will be read with satisfaction by the numerous acterize the politics of the country. The author friends of Mr. Harrington in different parts of the shows an intimate acquaintance with the move-country. With some original suggestions, the serments of electioneering machinery, and has set off mons in this volume, as a whole, are not above their odious character with a caustic pen. (Pub. mediocrity. The portrait gives the impression of lished by D. Appleton and Co.)
an intellectual, refined, and manly character. (PubThe Practical Draughtsman's Book of Industrial lished by Crosby and Nichols, Boston.) Design, translated from the French of MM. ARMEN- Notes of a Theological Student, by James Mason GAUD and AMOUROUX, by WILLIAM Johnson. HoppIN. (Published by D. Appleton and Co.) This comprehensive work forms a large and elegant Recollections of Germany, of Greece, of the Holy quarto volume, including the principles of Linear Land, are among the topics presented in this unDrawing, Projections, Shadowing and Coloring, pretending but agreeable volume. Some of its most and so forth, with their application to the various attractive passages relate to German University ed. branches of machinery and the constructive arts in ucation, and are marked by discrimination and good sense. The comments of the writer on Luther, , Famous Persons and Places, by N. PARKER WILSchiller, Goethe, and other gifted men of genius Lis, is a new volume of the author's collected who have proudly illustrated their native land, show works, comprising sketches of British society, and a wise appreciation of their respective merits, and notices of celebrated individuals, in the charming are expressed in language of chaste and simple ele style of elaborate carelessness and quaint felicity gance. The whole volume betrays a mind of wide of phrase, which stamp all the productions of his and judicious culture, and a liberal way of looking pen as unique and inimitable. Apart from their at life and society.
characteristic originality of expression, many of the J. C. Derby has brought out an edition of Poems portraitures in this volume possess a historical and Ballads by GERALD MASSEY, a recent English value, which will increase in proportion as the poet, who has sprung from the obscurest depths of living present which they describe fades into the poverty into the enjoyment of a wide celebrity. dimness of the past. Although written, in the first Massey is now but a little more than twenty-six instance, for an ephemeral class of publications, years of age. He was born in a miserable stone they are destined to hold an enduring place in modbut, such as are usually occupied by the lowestern literature. (Published by Charles Scribner.) peasantry in the interior of England. His father Hermit's Dell, from the Diary of a Penciler, bewas a canal boatman, earning a pittance which longs to a department of literature which presents scarcely sufficed to keep soul and body together. I a dangerous temptation to young writers, from its He was so ignorant as to be unable to write his apparent facility, but in which few can attain even own name. Young Massey, for some time, was an approach to the mastery exhibited by Washhardly better off in point of education. He went for ington Irving, and in a less degree by Ik. Marvel. a short time to a penny school, where the teacher It consists of descriptions of rural life, tender remknew not much more than the taught; but was sent iniscences of by-gone scenes, and a vein of gentle when eight years old to work in a neighboring silk moralizing, which combines the humorous and pamill. Here he toiled wearily from five o'clock in thetic. Few productions of this class, short of the morning till half past six in the evening, until dead failures, are devoid of elements of popular the mill-luckily for him-burned down. He then interest. The volume before us has many excelwent to straw.plaiting-an unwholesome occupa lent points and deserves success. It is earnest tion-in a sickly district. For three years he and thoughtful, inspired by a genial love of country was tormented with fever and ague. But his scenes, and written for the most part with simmind was not asleep. He had learned to read, plicity and grace. The name of the author is not and soon felt a craving for books. These, how | given ; but he is evidently a person of quick symever, were scarce. At first, he had nothing but the pathies and varied culture. (Published by J. C. Bible and Bunyan a library, it must be owned, Derby.) in themselves-afterward he fell in with Robinson Crusoe and some Wesleyan tracts—which formed The article on Miss MARTINEAU's translation his sole reading until he went to London, as an of Comte's Positive Philosophy, in a recent number errand boy, at fifteen years of age. Here he found of the North American Review, is made the subject books in plenty, for the first time in his life. A of severe comment in the London Leader. Having new world of delight thus opened on his young quoted the "scandalous commencement," it says: heart. He read at all possible times and in all pos. “After this specimen of the writer's controversible places-up in bed till two or three in the morn- sial style, it is unnecessary to say that he is peevish ing--and not daunted by once exposing his life by and shallow throughout. A great deal of vinegar setting the bed on fire. With this rapacious appe- has been poured upon Comte by the Reviews; but tite for books, he still showed no turn for poetry we did not expect such weak vinegar from a Transuntil he fell in love. His first poetical composition atlantic Quarterly. A thorough discussion of Comte was published in a provincial newspaper, and soon and his doctrines from the true antagonistic point after he printed a small volume of poems, chiefly of -and that point, we believe, is to be found in the a political character.
philosophy of Sir William Hamilton, or thereabouts The present collection contains several pieces of -is still a desideratum. Kant or Comte, transcena similar stamp, most of which were inspired by dentalism or positivism-that, after all, is the alternthe French Revolution of 1848. His poems, gen- ative; and all midway exposition and doctrinizing, erally, however, are devoted to the celebration of is (if the conditions of real speculative discussion conjugal love. The family hearth is his favorite are to be attended to) but cleverness and mystifi. altar of inspiration. His soul revels in the contem- cation. One other course, indeed, there is for those plation of sensuous beauty, and is made drunk with whose natures refuse to saddle themselves with the its soft enchantments. He deals not largely in the conditions of speculative discussion-and that is expressions of tender sentiment which usually take to keep clear of the whole subject, follow their own up so much space in amatory poetry, but is dazzled noses as well as they can, and let Kant and Comte and absorbed by the spectacle of breathing loveli. whirl antagonistically, like two windmills on the ness in a form of flesh and blood. His language distant heights. If they are asked which windmill has an almost Oriental luxuriance, teeming with they believe in, they can say “I see both.'” images and illustrations from the richest sources of the universe, and often too intensely colored to The same journal offers some remarks on a wellplease a refined natural taste. Some of his smaller known London publisher, John Chapman, that are and less ambitious pieces have the most in them of more terse than complimentary: the subtle essence of poetry, and are frequently “Among London publishers Mr. Chapman stands clothed in a diction of sweet and delicate beauty. without a rival for exquisite taste in the merely Few will call in question the claims of Gerald mechanical part of his occupation. But just in the Massey to genuine poetical fire and imagination ; degree that he is before them all in this respect is but as few will maintain that he can hold a place he inferior to most of them in discrimination and among England's great poets without a severe course judgment. He is always rash when he should be of pruning, study, and self-discipline.
| cautious, and timid when he should be bold. Hence the works he offers us are in general either heavy | Practice has made us tolerably perfect in this art. or hideous-bores or brutalities. Unitarian dull. Having been in the habit of hearing a great many ness, Comte crudity, Feuerbach effrontery, intel. sermons, and being at the same time afflicted or lectual Bloomerism, and Andrew Jackson Davis, blessed (whichever you choose to call it) with a conthe Poughkeepsie seer, must in the end sink the stitutional tendency to reverie, which the pew-attiTheodore Parker ship which Mr. Chapman com- tude naturally fosters, we long ago discovered that mands, which has always flaunted scores of gaudy it was totally unnecessary to attend to a preacher flags from its masts, but never hoisted any sails." throughout, and that we could delegate to the ear
the business of watching for us, and keeping us duly In his late gossipy work, Mr. PaTMORE gives informed when any thing good was going on, for the the following account of the contradictory feelings reception of which it might be worth while to waken with which CHARLES LAMB regarded the visits of up the intelligence. We have acquired a similar his friends. It affords an interesting peep into hu- | knack in reading. We believe we are conscientious man nature :
i reviewers, and just reviewers; and yet we confess “It is not the less true that Lamb was, for the we don't read through all the books and all the pemoment, delighted at the advent of an unlooked-for riodicals we pronounce opinions upon. We look at friend, even though he was thereby interrupted in the outside of a book or a periodical; we read the the midst of one of these beatific communings. But preface, the list of contents, and all those outer they must have read his character ill, or with little scraps which give us the general physiognomy of interest, who did not perceive that, after the pleas. the book ; then we sit down, paper-knife in hand, ant excitement of the moment was over, he became and cut up all the pages punctually from the first to restless, uneasy, and busied about many things'- | the last, hovering all the while over the pages, like about any thing, rather than the settling down qui a hawk, glancing at the headings of chapters, at sug. etly into a condition of mind or temper even analo gestive words and proper names in the text, degous to that from which the new arrival had irre-scending leisurely for a closer view when any thing trievably roused him, for that day at least. Feeling attracts us, and swooping down rapidly and greed. the unseasonable disturbance as such, yet not for a ily wherever we descry a tit-bit. We don't say that moment admitting it to be such, even to himself, he that would be conscientious reviewing for a Quar. became over-anxious to show you how welcome you terly-man, intrusted with the task of giving a ver. were, doing half a dozen things in a breath, to prove dict on one book; but we do say it is conscientious the feeling, every one of which, if read aright, reviewing for the purpose of a literary summary. proved something very like the reverse. If it hap. And we beg to say, cursory as the style of proceed. pened to be about dinner-time, he would go into the ing may seem, it is in our case perfectly satisfackitchen to see if it was ready, or put on his hat and tory. We are such adepts in the art of skipping,' go out to order an additional supply of porter, or our instinct for what is good is so fine and so cathopen a bottle of wine and pour some out-taking a olic at the same time, that, if we once have used our glass himself to set you the example, as he inno-paper-knife on a publication, we are sure of having cently imagined, but in reality to fortify himself for accurately diagnosed it, and not missed any of its the task of hospitality that you had imposed upon tit-bits. Our golden rule, however, is to cut open him; any thing, in fact, but sit quietly down by the all the leaves from end to end. All depends on that." fire and enjoy your company, or let you enjoy his. And if you happened to arrive when dinner or tea MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS's popular novel Fashion was over, he was perfectly fidgety, and almost cross, and Famine has been issued in London, and excites till you were fairly seated at the meal which he and attention from the press. The following are the his excellent sister insisted on providing for you, comments of The Leader: whether you would or not. It is true that, by the “It has great defects. In the first place, an time all these preliminaries were over, he had recov. American novel should be something out of the old ered his ease, and was really glad to see you; and beaten track of the commonplace contrasts of con. if you had come to stay the night, when the shutters ventional society; and though the scene of this ro. were shut, and the candles came, and you were mance is laid in or about the · Upper Ten Thou. comfortably seated round the fire, he was evidently sand and the “Fifth Avenue' of the Empire eity, pleased and bettered by the occasion thus afforded still the characters are all French, and the treatfor a dish of cosey table-talk. But not the less true ment is very English. In the next place, the plot is it that every knock at the door sent a pang to his is grotesquely impossible, the leading motives of heart; and this without any distinction of persons: the action are grandly incredible; and the novel, whoever it might be, he equally welcomed and from first to last, is spoiled by an obtrusion of the wished them away; and all for the same reason flimsy philosophy in which some • females' indulge namely, that they called him from the company of when, having got pen in hand, they begin to point his own thoughts, or those still better communings out how much better it is to be good than bad. with the thoughts of his dead friends, with whom he These are startling faults; and yet the novel is far could hold an intercourse unclogged by any actual above the average, and is read with engrossing in. bodily presence. In these respects Lamb resem- terest. This, we believe, is because Mrs. Stephens bled the lover in Martial's epigram: he could neither has got a decided genius for telling and developing live with his friends nor without them. If they stayed a story. There is power-dramatic power-here; away from him long, he was hurt and angry; and and as it is, as she states in her preface, her first when they went to him he was put out.”
novel, we are inclined to anticipate a series of suo.
cesses for her." A brisk London reviewer in a weekly journal thus lets out the secrets of his “ dreadful trade :” | of the new volume of Mr. Bancroft's History
"To have some twelve or twenty periodicals be of the American Revolution, the London Atheneum fore you, and to have to go over them, so as to as. remarks, certain their contents, and report on their merits, is “This volume completes a second part of Mr. the best possible training in the art of skipping.' | Bancroft's great design. The first series of vol.