We are now becoming republicans in fashions as well as in laws. If the clergy of the last age were austere and too fend of influence, I am sorry for the mistake. But I beseech you to be equal in your judgement. Were not other classes in the same error? We had laid aside monarchy, but some of its tassels and fringes remained. We had bound the strong man, and turned him out of the house; but some of his furniture was left unspoiled. It is to be wished that even now our manners were a little more republican; that the rich and the poor would not live at such a dangerous distance; for, depend on it, in order to be good republicans you must be so throughout; to lead the people you must mix with the people; you must pour yourself into society; for liberty cannot last when it is assailed by a system of manners wholly contrary to its spirit. The clergy it is true partook of the general error. They had their faults. They put too much powder on their wigs. They wore large shoebuckles; and I heartily wish they had been a little more familiar and condescending. But surely the inveterate errors of an age and a profession are not the greatest crimes. We slide into them before we are aware of it; and as to their wigs, I think I have seen some tremendous wigs on the heads of laymen; and I am not sure that they covered up any more brains. There is a good deal of truth and pathos in the following descriptive paragraph. It is the lot of a minister in our country, generally, to live on a poor salary; to be engaged in obscure duties; to walk his narrow round without encouragement or applause. He must meet all the dangers of a tumultuous and fluctuating parish; must declare truth, which men do not relish, and reconcile tempers in which there is no conformity. He must visit all; must sympathize with all. He must go into every cottage and hear the doleful tales of poverty and distress, and often go, to increase his task, without any means of relief; he must stand by every sick bed, and watch the glazing eye and hear the expiring groan. He must go to every house of mourning; every creature in distress has a tax on his sympathy. Finally, when age has worn out his power, such is the precarious nature of modern settlements, he must be dismissed without any provision for the decline of life; without bread for support, or a shelter for his dying head. The following extract is an appropriate reflection, following an allusion to the quarrels of Fox and Burke, Hamilton and Burr. our race. The world scarcely presents a sight more humbling than a great man with great errors. A high station marred and corrupted by the same little vices that disgrace the meanest of We look up to such a man as to a burning mountain, exalted on high, to pour out his fiery streams; and to be a more conspicuous spectacle of convulsion and disgrace. All eyes behold him; all hearts feel his shame. Such sights abate that envy which is incited by high stations; and lead us to conclude, with revelation, that verily in his best estate man is altogether vanity. Let all who are disposed to radicalism read and consider the following. Government, my hearers, is a restraint on human passions; and in this respect it bears a close affinity to religion. In both cases it is implied that something of private gratification is to be resigned to the general good That liberty which appears so glorious in declamation -the very name of which has called forth such exertions, and kindled such raptures in a thou sand breasts, is one of the maddest principles imaginable, when carried to what might seem to be its theoretic perfection. In this state it exists only among savages; it roams with the Arab over his sandy deserts, and follows the inhabitant of Afghaunistan to his rocky mountains It is passion let loose to prey on human happiness. It is well described in holy writ, when it is said, in those days there was no king in Israel, and every man did what was right in his own eyes. It is a rank, luxurious soil, untamed and uncultivated, where the richest plants and the vilest weeds grow up in the same green abundance; where you see the wheat blade and the apple-tree, mixed in with the Canada thistle, the dog-grass and the deadly nightshade; and however productive this state may be of real miseries, it has its charms for those who are accustomed to it. Government, like religion, is a surrender of some immediate gratification for some sober and lasting good. In order, then, to tame man to its restraints, you want the cooperation of every salutary principle that can make him a thinking being and bear on his voluntary powers. You must address his conscience, his interest, his reason; you must call up futurity to his view, and teach him that when he resigns his passions' food, his loss is infinite gain. So reluctant is the heart to submit to restraints, that every inducement must be brought up before it; they must be repeated; line must be given upon line and precept on precept. Sometimes you must draw your motives from a sense of honor; sometimes from a sense of interest; sometimes from a sense of virtue, and sometimes from religion ;-and all these will be too weak unless enforced by time. Leave out one of the great inducements, and you impede the progress of man towards his political perfection. Just look back to history, and see what an expense of time and means there has been to make man (and very imperfectly too) a civil being. The prominent sentiment in the following extract, which is the last we shall take from the discourse, is one which has recently grown popular in New-England, and has been advocated by some of the best statesmen. probable, that, before many years, there will be no law in existence giving a cumpulsory maintenance to the clergy. It is My respected hearers, I have endeavored to speak for my own profession; and perhaps you will now ask me, What does your order want? Do they wish the legislature to pass a law for their legal support and establish a state church? No, by no means If you ask us what you shall do for us, we answer you, as the merchants of France did Louis XIV, when he asked them what he should do for commerce-let us alone. We wish for your personal esteem but not for your legal protection. We do not even ask for the present feeble support of religious worship which now blots your statute book. If religion cannot support itself, and must sink, we will sink with it. But O! do not personally tride with what God holds sacred; do not treat us and our cause with the sneer of cold contempt-do not forget all the service that religion has done for your country; do not forget the past glory of New England; do not trample on the cross of Christ. An Address to the Members of the Bar of Worcester County, Massachusetts, October 2, 1829. By Joseph Willard. In this very well written and accurate performance (which is none the worse for consisting of 140 octavo pages,) the author has gone as thoroughly as was consistent with the interest of the occasion-and not more so-into the early history of the Worcester Bar, and the lives and characters of the great men who have practiced in that Court. Among these were John Read, Richard and Francis Dana, Trowbridge, Oxenbridge Thacher, Jonathan Sewall, John Adams, Abel Strong, James Putnam, Daniel Bliss, the Spragues, Lincolns, and many others. He also gives some account at large, of the progress and character of the profession, replies to the aspersions which have been cast upon it, and enlarges upon the qualifications necessary to eminence in it. Passing some of these weightier matters, we find the following passage. Suffolk is coeval with the colony, and Middlesex was established nineteen years afterwards. They belong to those simple days of old, when heresy was punished with banishment and stubbornness in children, cursing or smiting parents, idolatry, blasphemy, consulting with a familiar spirit, &c. were capital offences. When the title of Mr. was honorable, and Josias Plaistowe, for petty Jarceny, was, with other punishment, sentenced to be called Josias, and not Mr. Josias as he used to be; when sergeant Perkins was ordered to carry forty turfs to the fort for being drunk; when Daniel Clark was fined forty shillings for being an immoderate drinker, and John Wedgwood was set in the stocks, for being in the company of drunkards; when Henry Felch was fined and admonished for his rash speaking, and Captain Lovel was admonished to take heed of light carriage, and Edward Palmer for his extortion in taking two pounds thirteen shillings and fourpence for the wood work of Boston stocks, was fined and set in the stocks of his own making; and when for mean men to "wear gold or silver lace, or buttons, or points at their knees, or to walk in great boots, or women of the same rank to wear silk or tyffany hoods or scarfs," was visited with a severe penalty. We give a specimen of Mr. Willard's method of illustrating and enlivening his subject. Let us imitate the example of illustrious predecessors of Coke in his industry, who "thanked God that he never gave his body to physic, his heart to cruelty, nor his hand to Corruption";-of Hale, the proudest because the purest name in English history; "of unblemished integrity and uprightness in every character of life,-of generous frankness and open sincerity in conversation, of unalterable adherence in all stations to the principles of civil and religious liberty, accompanied with a serious regard to true piety;"-and, in the words of Baxter, "that unwearied student, that prudent man, that solid philosopher, that famous lawyer, that pillar and basis of justice, who would not have done an unjust act for any worldly price or motive; the ornament of his majesty's government, and honor of England, the highest faculty of the soul of Westminster Hall, and pattern to all the reverend and honorable judges; that godly, serious, and practical Christian, the lover of goodness and all good men, a lamenter of the clergy's selfishness, and unfaithfulness, and discord." Let us imitate the example of Selden, Clarendon, Holt, Hardwicke, Nottingham, Mansfield, Thurlow, Sir William Jones, and the host of worthies, the lights of Westminster Hall;-and of our own numerous distinguished men in the profession, who have done so much for themselves and the country; and dwell upon the recollection of the gifted jurists who aided in the cause of our Revolution, and in the estab lishment of our frame of government,-of Hawley, James Otis, Adams, Quincy, Ellsworth, Hamilton, Jay, Wythe, Jefferson, Richard Henry Lee, Randolph, Henry, Parsons, Gore, Ames, Dexter, King, and as the eye traces backward the course of time, and we see their venerable forms passing in review before us, like the Trojan hero we would exclaim-Manibus date lilia plenis; Purpureos spargam flores." It was men of this cast, who in stormy periods girded on the armor, and subdued might to the empire of justice. They were of that popular cast in the profession, answering the description of James, the pedant and king, who when the twelve judges were brought before him in the case of the commendams declared, "that ever since his coming to the crown, the popular sort of lawyers had been the men that most affrontedly had trodden upon his prerogative." There are more interesting facts relative to the legal profession, in this pamphlet, than in any thing of the kind we have met with. The whole number of lawyers in the United States is set down at 9000; in Massachusetts 600 (two years since.) The new law list in England is stated to contain the names of 1036 barristers, 138 counsel under the Bar, &c. This is exclusive of the London attorneys, estimated at about 9000, and in the country at 2667. The grand total is 12,896. The Triumphs of Faith; a Poem, delivered before the Porter Rhetorical Society in the Theological Seminary, Andover, September 21, 1830. By the Rev. Daniel Huntington. The writer of this poem is a clergyman of the sect of orthodox congregationalists. As might be expected, the character of the religious sentiments which it illustrates and enforces partakes of the peculiarities of Calvinism. It is written in the Spenserian stanza. and, though there are many prosaic lines, and a few phrases which indicate inadvertence or haste in the composition, the versification is uniformly Yet oh! some blight hath fall'n on this fair scene, What means the lion's roar, the serpent's hiss;- The following apostrophic stanzas afford a fair specimen of the style O precious Book, these wonders that records, To swell the breast with joy,-to melt the heart with love! Mysterious energy of truth believ'd, The soul to subliinate-exalt-refine! While things no eye had seen, no heart conceiv'd, To Faith revead'd, in cloudless glory shine. Earth's fairest prospects fale,-her joys decline, While, as on eagle wing, the spirit soars To realms of light and beauty all divine, Where He whom heav'n's enraptur'd throng adores,The sun that never sets-his flood of splendor pours. After a recapitulation of some of the most prominent effects of Faith recorded in the scriptures, and contrasting them with the trophies of Philosophy, the Poet thus announces his choice of "the better part." And is this all Philosophy can show, The peace, the hope, the joy of Faith divine? If this be Goshen, give me Egypt's gloom! And taste the harmless pleasures that I prize, Nor tempt those slipp'ry steeps and chilling skies: "Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise." What light can cheer the skeptic's evening hour, While deep'ning shades eternal night portend;When luxury, wealth and fame have lost their pow'r Their fond and faithful vot'ry to befriend? E'en intellectual pleasures here must end, Each lofty thought and gen'rous sympathy;While mists of darkness palpable descend On that cold bed, where all the man must lie;Where love, and joy, and hope, forever-ever die ! Not the wild red-man finds so dark a grave; But firm in legendary faith, he goes, In brighter realms beyond the western wave, To hail his sires and triumph o'er his foes ;With tireless limbs to chase the bounding roes;Hold lofty converse round the council-fires;Or in sweet bow'rs to revel or repose, Mid all the joys his simple heart requires. Hope lights his closing eye, and he in hope expires. Readers, whose religious sentiments accord with those of Mr. Huntington, will find in this short poem much to admire, and all must admit that his powers of versification are sufficient to enable him to present common sentiments and well-known historical incidents in an attractive form. A Lecture, read before the Worcester Lyceum, March 30, 1831. By Emory Washburn. The writer's design, in this short but excellent lecture, is much the same with that of Mr. Everett's well-known discourse, to the Massachusetts Charitable Mechanic Association. It is to examine the grounds of complaints, sometimes heard, relative to divisions, which are said to exist in society; to endeavor to allay jealousies upon this subject; and to show how far the tendency of Lyceums in this respect may be favorable. It appears to us, that, by a good deal of sound matter-of-fact argument, Mr. Washburn has completely effected these purposes; and that he arrives fairly at his conclusion that "there are no other than personal claims to respect recognized by our citizens." In other words, there is no acknowledged aristocracy among us, but the aristocracy of talent and merit. In support of this position, the lecturer relies upon the history and condition of society in the old world, as showing the supposed distinction of grades to be necessarily founded upon the ignorance of the people, and necessarily incompatible with the diffusion of knowledge. He then appeals, minutely and effectually, to facts by which we are surrounded, and with which our history is full. All the colonies were settled, mainly, by men of the middle or the humble classes. Every trace of aristocracy was done away by the Revolution; and every possibility of the revival of it, by the constitution of the Union. It could be founded, in fact, only upon the entailed accumulation of wealth,and this he has shown is impossible. An Address delivered at Northampton, before the Hampshire, Franklin and Hampden Agricultural Society, October 27, 1830. By Samuel C. Allen. This address, delivered at Northampton before the Agricultural Society, is substantially a treatise on Political Economy. A good deal is said of the distinctions between the productive and unproductive classes, and the origin and effects of that distinction. As connected with the interest of the former class, and especially of the agricultural part of it, much is also said, though in small space, of the currency, corporate and joint funds, mortgages, the rate of interest, taxes and credit. With respect to most if not all of these things, Mr. Allen believes that salutary changes might be effected by provisions of law. In support of this opinion he has certainly advanced a very respectable array of argument and illustrations. As might be expected, however, from a discussion of such and so many subjects in the compass of thirty open pages, he has not avoided entirely the almost universal fault of writers upon these subjects. His order of battle is sometimes embarrassed by its compactness, and he moves forward too fast not to leave certain positions in his rear, undefended, if not indefensible, however contrary to the rules of war or of logic. His readers will study out the difficult passages, and will find their account in it; but some of his hearers might have ejaculated, as the Edinburgh marketwoman did of Adam Smith-" Hegh, sirs and he is well put on, too!"expressing her surprise that a daft man dressed so much like a gentleman, should be suffered to walk abroad. To such base reputation are your close reasoners liable! But, notwithstanding inadvertencies, we like this address generally so well, that if our limits allowed, we should quote the greater part of it. In particular, the remarks upon credit, the common practice of mortgaing land, the interest paid upon such mortgages, are as clear and conclusive as they are important. The Dutchman's Fireside. A Tale by the author of "Letters from the South," "John Bull in America," "The Backwoodsman," &c. &c. are Although the author has not given them a place in his title page,we may add to the list of his productions, the names of two very amusing works, "Koningsmarke," and the "New Mirror for Travelers." The book before us bears the characteristic marks of the author. The story is well told, although there some inelegancies in language, which, as the printer might have corrected them, the author should not be excused for allowing them to pass. The incidents are not altogether unnatural. The episodes are arranged with a proper view to the unity of the story. The dialogue is often spirited, and never very tame. The whole abounds with that quaint, dry humor, rather than wit, in which the author's works are unrivalled. It is, of course, the business of the hero and his predestined mate, to love, to doubt, and to quarrel, to languish, to pine away, to become about ready for a knock at Death's door, then to question the cause of their estrangement, to make mutual advances, to recover a Dutch rotundity of corporation, and finally, to end the book with a marriage supper. All this Sybrandt and Catalina (romantic cognomens) do with the best intentions towards each other, with the most pertinacious and novel-like proclivity to misunderstandings, and certainly show themselves to be the most unreasonably fantastical pair of turtle-doves, that a reasonable reader would desire to follow. It would not be safe, however, to assert that there never was such folly-for there is an exceedingly numerous class of silly boys and girls. It is one of the author's merits that the machinery of his Tales is not involved or complex. It may, perhaps, argue a want of inventive power, but it subtracts nothing from the interest of his works, that they do not abound in supernumerary characters. He has but just enough for the purposes of the drama, a consequent advantage of which is that it does not trouble his ingenuity to dispose of them at the close of the volume. But although few in number, the individual characters of the present story are by no means strongly or even well marked. The two principals, to whom the others are intended to be attributes, while they show us that the author has studied the inconsistencies of poor human nature, are but imperfect and unfinished delineations. The best drawn of all who figure by "The Dutchman's Fireside," is a little old Dutchman, partaking of the characters of Marplot and Rip Van Winkle, a busy-body, and an unwearied sleeper, whom the author, humorously enough,denominates 'Ariel.' He seems to have partaken of the author's affections, and his attention in a peculiar degree, and he is a distinct conception, palpably embodied. We turn from this with the same impression which all the author's works have left, that with more care and attention he might do infinitely better for his own literary reputation, and for that of the country, by producing something worth putting aside for a second perusal. The best parts of our author's work are the digressions, wherein he drops the novelist and speaks for the author. The one annexed is selected, almost by accident, as a specimen of the amusing character of the pages. It is in the best manner of the author. Catalina, the heroine, having flirted with others until she quarreled with her lover, and drove him away in a fit of jealousy, became suddenly repentant, and in this mood took passage at New-York, for her father's residence, in one of the Albany packets. The vessel proceeded prosperously before the sweet south winds, but, sad to say, was four days on her passage. What a loss of time! for people that have nothing to do especially. Had our heroine been fortunately born in this age of development-even in this bebindhand hemisphere--she might have been home in twelve hours! But if she had been still more distinguished by Providence, and been born, not only in this happy age, but in such a happy country as old England, she might peradventure have travelled to Albany on a railroad at the rate of sixty miles an hour! What a prodigious saving of time! and if the business of young ladies consisted in saving of time, what a prodigious advantage in this rapid tra veling!-1 beg pardon, the march of improvement has ordained I should should say locomotion-she might have arrived at home in less than three hours! "Well, sir, and what if she had ?" Why, sir, she would have saved such a prodigious deal of time! she would have got home three days sooner to her friends. "And missed the anticipation of seeing them all that time!" Pooh! what is anticipation compared to the reality? "Ask any old lady or gentlemen you meet, and they will tell you." My dear sir, then the short and the long of the matter is, you don't think fast traveling an improvement! 12 "Faith, not I. I believe if the happiness, or the interests, or the superiority of man had in any way depended ou fast traveling, Providence would have made a race-horse of him, or furnished his honor with a pair ofeagle's wings." My good sir, you are a century behind the spirit of the age. "Never mind; one of these days I shall get into a locomotive engine and overtake it.” Travels in Malta and Sicily, with Sketches of Gibraltar, in 1827. By Andrew Bigelow, Author of Leaves from a Journal in North-Britain and Ireland. This volume has been before the public so many weeks that a notice at this time may be deemed out of place; and we hope that it has met with sufficient attention to render such late commendation unnecessary. (It is not too late, however, to remark, that, although somewhat imposing in size, it is an excellent work, and a valuable addition to the family library; filled with interesting details respecting countries but little known, and abounding in useful and philosophical reflections. Being a minute observer, and possessing the faculty--by no means too common-of describing what he thinks worthy of attention in a simple and unaffected manner, Mr. Bigelow certainly travels for the good of others, if he derives no personal benefit from his peregrinations. The work, however, bears internal evidence of the learned scholar, which we esteem it an advantage to enjoy without being annoyed by the pedant. And in addition to other considerations, Mr. Bigelow, in his admiration of the old world, does not forget that he is a citizen of the new. He holds it to be one of the greatest benefits which an American derives from foreign travel, that he is enabled to compare the country of his birth, in its youth, strength, and beauty, its moral, political, and social privileges, with the profligacy, corruption and tyranny, the depressed people and the tottering governments of the European continent, and to perceive the great pre-eminence of the former. We presume that Mr. Bigelow had not in his mind any thought of the useful application which might be made of his iemarks upon this subject; but we think they convey sentiments worthy the attention of many thoughtless young men, who visit Europe to finish an education which seeks for more than can be found in our comparatively provin cial cities, and who return-unlike the prodigal son-intoxicated with the pleasures, deluded by the fopperies, filled |