this gentleman's luggage.' And then she'd curtshy | in the “ Drawer;" but there is no reader wbo will agin, and smile so handsome !

not pronounce them very touching and beautiful: “Don't that look well, now? Do you want any I am not old-I can not be old, thing better than that? If you do, you are hard to Though three-score years and ten please, that's all. But stop a little : don't be in such Have wasted away like a tale that is told, an almighty, everlastin' hurry. Think afore you The lives of other men speak. Go there, agin, see her a-smilin' once more. I am not old-though friends and foes and look clust. It's only skin-deep ; just on the sur

Alike have gone to their graves; face, like a cat's-paw on the water; it's nothin' but

And left me alone to my joys or my woes,

As a rock in the midst of the waves
a rimple like, and no more. Then look cluster still,
and you'll discarn the color of it.

I am not old-I can not be old,
You laugh at the

Though tottering, wrinkled, and gray; · color' of a smile, but do you watch, and you'll see it.

Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow is cold, “Look, now; don't you see the color of the shil.

Call me not old to-day! ing there? It's white, and cold, and silvery: it's a

For early memories round me throng, boughten smile, and a boughten smile, like an artificial Of times, and manners, and men ; flower, hain't got no sweetness into it. It's like whipt As I look behind on my journey so long, cream ; open your mouth wide ; take it all in, and or three-score miles and ten. shut your lips down tight, and it ain't nothin'. It's I look behind and am once more young, only a mouthful of moonshine, a'ter all.”

Buoyant, and brave, and bold; Sam goes on to say that a smile can easily be

And my heart can sing, as of yore it sung,

Before they called me old. counterfeited; but that the eye, rightly regarded,

I do not see her-the old wife therecan not deceive.

Shriveled, and haggard, and gray ; " Square, the first railroad that was ever made,

But I look on her blooming, soft, and fair, was made by Natur. It runs strait from the heart to

As she was on her wedding-day. the eye, and it goes so almighty fast it can't be com

I do not see you, daughters and sons, pared to nothin' but 'iled lightning. The moment In the likeness of women and men ; the heart opens its doors, out jumps an emotion, But I kiss you now as I kissed you once whips into the car, and offs, like wink, to the eye. My fond little children then. That's the station-house and terminus for the pass And as my own grandson rides on my knee, engers, and every passenger carries a lantern in his

Or plays with his hoop or kite, hand, as bright as an argand lamp; you can see him

I can well recollect I was merry as he, ever so far off.

The bright-eyed little wight!

'Tis not long since it can not be long, “Look to the eye, Square: if there ain't no lamp

My years so soon were spent, there, no soul leaves the heart that hitch : there ain't

Since I was a boy, both straight and strong, no train runnin', and the station-house is empty. But now I am feeble and bent. Smiles can be put on and off, like a wig; sweet ex A dream, a dream-it is all a dream! pressions come and go like lights and shades in A strange, sad dream, good sooth; natur; the hands will squeeze like a fox-trap; the For old as I am, and old as I seem, body bends. most graceful; the ear will be most at My heart is full of youth. tentive; the manner will flatter, so you're enchant Eye hath not seen, tongue hath not told, ed; and the tongue will lie like the devil : but the And ear hath not heard it sung, eye never.

How buoyant and bold, tho' it seem to grow old,

Is the heart forever young! “But, Square, there's all sorts of eyes. There's

Forever young-though life's old age, an onmeanin' eye, and a cold eye; a true eye and a

Hath every nerve unstrung ; falsc eye; a sly eye, a kickin' eye, a passionate eye, The heart, the heart is a heritage, a revengeful eye, a manœuvring eye, a joyous eye, That keeps the old man young! and a sad eye; a squintin' eye, and the evil-eye ; and more'n all, the dear little lovin'eye. They must That is a good story told of an empty coscomb, all be studied to be larnt; but the two important ones who, after having engrossed the attention of the comto be known are the true eye and the false eye.” pany for some time with himself and his petty al.

An American writer, somewhat more distinguished ments, observed to the celebrated caustic Dr. Part, as a philosopher and psychologist than Mr. Slick, that he could never go out without catching cold is contends that the practiced eye" may often deceive his head. the most acute observer, but that there is something “No wonder," said the doctor, rather pettishly ; in the play of the lines about the mouth, the shades“ you always go out without any thing in it!" of emotion developed by the least change in the ex- We have heard somewhere of another of the same pression of the lips, that defies the strictest self-con stamp, who imagined himself to be a poet, and who trol. We leave both theories with the reader. said to “Nat. Lee," whose insane verse was much

in vogue at the time : That was a pleasant story, told of an English “ It is not easy to write like a madman, as you do." wit, of very pleasant memory, who was no mean "No," was the reply ; "but it is very easy to proficient in “turning the tables" upon an opponent, write like a fool, as you do!” when he found himself losing. On one occasion he There was some" method" in the "madness" that was rapidly losing ground in a literary discussion, dictated that cutting rejoinder, at any rate

“My good friend, you are not such a rare scholar “I was once a sea-faring man," said an old Mew as you imagine ; you are only an every-day man." York ship-master one day, to a friend in “The

"Well, and you are a week one," replied the other; Swamp," " and my first voyage was to the East Inwho instantly jumped upon the back of a horse-laugh, dies. To keep me from mischief, the maše used to and rode victoriously over his prostrate conqueror. set me picking oakum, or ripping up an old sail for

parceling,' as it was called. Wbile engaged one We know not the author of the following lines, day at this last employment, it occurred to me that a nor how, or at what time, they came to find a place small piece of the sail would answer an admirable

purpose in mending my duck over-trowsers, as they | Miss Sandys, beg to inform Mr. Charles Morgan, were beginning to be rather tender in certain places, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss Charles Morgan, and the owing, perhaps, to my sitting down so much. I soon Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Morton, Mrs.. appropriated a small piece, but was detected by the Walter Morton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect), mate while stowing it away.'

that Mr. Walter Morton, Mrs. Walter Morton, and "He took it from me, and while he was lecturing Miss Sandys can accommodate Mr. Charles Morgan, me, the captain, a noble fellow, with a human heart Mrs. Charlés Morgan, Miss Charles Morgan, and the in his bosom, came on deck, when the whole matter Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Morton, Mrs. was laid before him.

Walter Morton, and Miss Sandys do not recollect), "A-,' said he, “always ask for what you want; with beds, if remaining through the night is agreeable if it is denied to you, then steal it, if you think proper.' to Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss

“I remembered his advice; and in a short time Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name afterward had another piece of canvas snugly Mr. Walter Morton, Mrs. Walter Morton, and Miss * stowed away.' I carried it forward, and gave it to Sandys do not recollect!” iny .chummy,' an old 'salt,' who had the charge of This is an exact copy of an authentic note of inmy wardrobe (which consisted of six pairs of duck- vitation to a dinner-party. In point of roundabout. trowsers, the same number of red-flannel shirts, a ativeness, it is on a par with the long legal papers Scotch woolen cap, and a fine-tooth comb), and per- which used to be served upon pecuniary delinquents. formed my mending.

" The next day I went on deck with a clean pair | If you would enjoy a bit of most natural and of trowsers on, neatly patched. As I was going for. felicitous description, read the following ly that ward the captain hailed me :

classical and witty writer-no longer, with sorrow * You took that piece of canvas, sir!'

| be it spoken, of this world—the author of “The “Yes, captain,' I replied, 'I did. You yourself American in Paris.” The passage has been in the told me to ask, and if I was refused, to do the other “ Drawer" for many years : thing. I was refused, and did do the other thing.'' “ There is a variety of little trades and industries

"Well,' rejoined the captain, I have no great which derive their chief means of life from the wants objection to your having the canvas, but let me tell and luxuries of the street; I mean trades that are you that you will never make a sailor if you carry unknown in any other country than Paris. You will your flying-jib over the stern!

see an individual moving about at all hours of the “My chummy,' sewing from the inside, had night, silent and active, and seizing the smallest bit seated' my trowsers with a piece of canvas marked of paper in the dark, where you can see nothing; F. JIB!!"

and with a hook in the end of a stick, picking it up.

and pitching it with amazing dexterity into a basket There used to be quite popular, many years ago, tied to his left shoulder; with a cat-like walk, being a species of letter-writing in poetry, in accomplishing every where and nowhere at the same time, stirring which much ingenuity was tasked and much labor up the rubbish of every nook and gutter of the street, expended. The ensuing lines are a good example under your very nose. This is the Chiffonier. He of this kind of composition by comic writers who is a very important individual. He is in matter what have not sufficiently advanced in joking to get “out Pythagoras was in mind; and his transformations are of their letters." The lines were addressed to Miss scarcely less curious than those of the Samian sage. Emma Vee, who had a pet jay,-of which she was The beau, by his pains, peruses once again his worn. very fond :

out dicky or cravat, of a morning, in the Magazin “Your jay is fond, which well I know,

des Modes ;' while the politician has his linen breeches He does SA to prove ;

reproduced in the Journal des Debats ;' and many And he can talk, I grant, but 0!

a fine lady pours out her soul upon a billet-doux that He can not talk of love.

was once a dish-cloth. The chiffonier stands at “ Believe me, MA, when I say,

the head of the little trades, and is looked up to with I dote to that XS,

envy by the others. He has two coats, and on holiIN V even that pet J,

days wears a chain' and quizzing-glass. He rises, Which U sometimes caress.

too, like the Paris gentry, when the chickens roost, “ Though many other girls I know,

and when the lark cheers the morning, goes to bed. And they are fair, IC,

“ All the city is divided into districts, and lei out Yet U XL them all, and so I love but M A V.

to these chiffoniers' by the hour; to one from ten to “MA, my love can ne'er DK,

eleven, and from eleven to twelve to another, and Except when I shall die;

80 on through the night; so that several get a living And if your heart must say me nay,

and consideration from the same district. This inJust write and tell me Y !"

dividual does justice to the literary compositions of

the day. He crams into his bag indiscriminately the The following "Welsh Card of Invitation" is a | last vaudeville, the last sermon of the Archbishop, very amusing example of the avoidance of pronouns: and the last essay of the Academy.

“Mr. Walter Morton, and Mrs. Walter Morton, “Just below the chiffonier' is the “Gratteur.' and Miss Sandys's compliments to Mr. Charles Mor. This artist scratches the livelong day between the gan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss Charles Morgan, stones of the pavement for old nails from horses' and the Governess (whose name Mr. Walter Morton, shoes, and other bits of iron; always in hope of a Mrs. Walter Morton, and Miss Sandys do not recol- | bit of silver, and even perhaps a bit of gold ; more lect), and Mr. Walter Morton, Mrs. Walter Morton, happy in his hope than a hundred others in the posand Miss Sandys request the favor of the company session. He has a store, or magazin,' in the Fauof Mr. Charles Morgan, Mrs. Charles Morgan, Miss bourgs, where he deposits his ferruginous treasure. Charles Morgan, and the Governess (whose name | His wife keeps this store, and is a Marchande de Mr. Walter Morton, Mrs. Walter Morton, and Miss Fer.' He maintains a family, like another man; one Sandys do not recollect), to dinner on Monday next. or two of his sons he brings up to scratch for a living,

«* Mr Walter Morton, Mrs. Walter Morton, and I and the other he sends to college ; and he has a lot

' in perpetuity' in Père la Chaise. His rank, how. ever, is inferior to that of the chiffonier,' who will not give him his daughter in marriage, and he don't ask him to his soirées."

“A sickness crept upon my heat,

And dizzy swam my head :
I could not stir, I could not cry,

I felt benumbed and dead!
“Black icy horrors struck me dumb,

And froze my senses o'er:
I closed my eyes in utter fear,

And strove to think no more!

A sad and “harrowing" event (after the manner of “the horrid” poetical school), is recorded in the subjoined wild“ Fragment :"

“His eye was stern and wild ; his cheek

Was pale and cold as clay;
Upon his tightened lip a smile

or fearful meaning lay:
* He mused awhile, but not in doubt ;

No trace of doubt was there ;
It was the steady, solernn pause

Or resolute despair!
“Once more he looked upon the scroll,

Once more its words he read;
Then calmly, with unflinching hand,

Its folds before him spread.
“I saw him bare his throat, and seize

The blue, cold-gleaming steel,
And grimiy try the temper'd edge

He was so soon to feel !

“ Again I looked: a fearful change

Across his face had passed ;
He seemed to rave :-on cheek and lip

A flaky foam was cast.
“He raised on high the glittering blade ;

Then first I found a tongue :
Hold ! madman! stay the frantic deed!

I cried, and forth I sprung:
“ He heard me, but he heeded not:
One glance around he gave :

ere I could arrest his hand,

He had-BEGUN TO SHAVE!" We can recall some half-dozen specimens of thu style of writing; one, at least, of which, from an erratic American poet, must be familiar to the general reader.

Literary Jutices.

Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli. (Published mon degree, in all the more sacred relations of life ; by Phillips, Sampson, and Co.) The subject of these with a high sense of duty ; never shrinking from volumes has left a reputation for strength and brill. sacrifices; a wise and faithful counselor where her iancy of intellect which, we imagine, will hardly be confidence was invoked ; absolutely free from erery justified hereafter by the perusal of her writings. trait of petty or sordid passion; the very soul of No one, however, can read this touching tribute to honor; and with a sense of justice that seemed to her memory without perceiving that she was a re- ally her with Eternal Truth.-In these volumes, she remarkable woman. It at once explains the secret is left in a great measure to speak for herself. Her of her success, and of her want of general recognition letters and private journals present a transparent From her early childhood, she displayed a wonderful record of her character. The editorial portion, by precocity of genius. This was stimulated by con- R. W. Emerson, James F. Clarke, and W. H. Chanstant mental inebriation, produced by the excitements ning, is executed with beautiful candor. The most of an ambitious and ill-judged education. Her girl-truthful simplicity graces and fortifies their staleish studies were devoted to subjects which demand- ments. With no other aim than to exhibit an honest ed the mature experience of a masculine intellect. portraiture of their friend, they have in no case, that Deprived of the frolic delights of childhood, a woman we can discover, allowed their private feelings to in cultivation while young in years, goaded to the gain the mastery over their sterner judgments.--Her wildest intensity of effort by the urgency of an ex- residence in Italy reveals her heroism. devotion, and acting parent, and attaining an extraordinary mental womanly tenderness, in a light that would almo development at the expense of her physical nature, induce the belief, on the part of those who had met she must, of course, soon have become the object her only in the antagonisms of society, that she had of marked attention and wonder-a prodigy to her changed her identity. A profound, mysterious pathos friends, and a mystery to herself. Thus she was hovers around her Italian experience, preparing the carly placed in a false position. She grew up self-reader for the tragic close of a lise, which was itself involved, her diseased mind preying on itself, and a tragedy. The description of her last hours pre the consciousness of her personal importance as sents a scene of desolation, before which grief can sumed a gigantic magnitude, which threatened to only bow in mute tears. overshadow all healthy manifestations of character. Charity and its Fruits, by JonaTHAN EDWARDS, In this condition, she was accustomed to claim more edited by Tryon EDWARDS. A new work from the than she could give-more than others were content pen of the illustrious Northampton pastor can not to grant. The loftiness of her self-esteem was the fail to be welcome to the admirers of his profound measure of her lavish disdain. Hence, with the ex. and original genius. Combining a rare acuteness ception of those with whom chance had made her of metaphysical speculation, with a glowing fervor intimate, she was more formidable than attractive to of religious sentiment, Edwards has called forth the the circle of her acquaintance; her presence in soci- most expressive eulogiums from the philosophers of ety called forth aversion or terror; as she dispensed the old world, while his name is still “familiar as a the scathing splendors of her Jove-like lightnings, household word" in the primitive homes of New En. rather than the sweet refreshments of womanhood. gland. His character presented a striking union of But beneath this social despotism, were concealed a intellectual vigor with earnest piety. The childlike genuine kindliness of nature, a large sympathizing simplicity of his tastes was blended with the refined hcart, a singular power of entering into the condition subtlety of a mediæval schoolman. The apostle of of others, and a weird magnetic charm which drew disinterested love, his soul was inspired and thrilled to her closest intimacy the most opposite characters. with contemplating the glories of redemption, and She was, moreover, generous and poble to an uncom. I the 'triumphs of grace over the ruins of humınity

The Lectures contained in this volume are devoted | age demands clearness, brevity, point; it prefers to his favorite theme. They illustrate the principle practical facts to mystic symbols; and, above all, of love as the foundation of the Christian character, rejects artificial tamperings with Oriental imagery. and the expression of reconciliation with the Lord. Imitations of the venerable simplicity of the Bible In the high standard of duty which they present, in are always offensive to a correct niind; and scarcely their deep and comprehensive views of human na- less so is the ancient form of allegory disguised in ture, and in the force and sweetness of their style, fashionable trappings. The rolume now put forth they compare favorably with the standard productions by Mr. Cheever forms no exception to these remarks, of their author, and are certainly not surpassed by He has met with but indifferent success, in an atany religious treatise of modern times.

tempt where a perfect triumph would have brought The manuscripts from which these lectures have little credit. The frequent sacrifices of nature and been prepared were nearly ready for the press, as good taste, which his plan demands, illustrate his left by the writer. They were afterward placed in ingenuity at the expense of his judgment. He re. the charge of Dr. Hopkins and Dr. Bellamy, and are minds us of John Bunyan, whom he takes for his now for the first time given to the public by the pres- model, only by contrast. We should as soon expect ent editor. He justly deserves the gratitude of the a modern Hamlet from Bulwer as a second Pilgrim's religious world for this valuable gift. (Published by Progress from the present author. (Published by R. Carter and Brothers).

Charles Scribner.) Harper and Brothers have issued a neat octavo The Head of the Family, by the gifted author of edition of Sir John Richardson's Arctic Searching “The Ogilvies," forms the One Hundred and Sixty. Expedition, comprising a copious journal of a boat. seventh number of Harper's “Library of Select voyage through Rupert's Land and the Arctic Sea, Novels.” It is distinguished for the absorbing inin scarch of Sir John Franklin--a variety of inter- terest of its plot, the refinement and beauty of its esting details concerning the savages of that region characterizations, and its frequent scenes of tender

-and an elaborate treatise on the physical geogra- | ness and pathos. phy of North America. Sir John Richardson left NEANDER's Practical Exposition of the Epistle of Liverpool in March, 1848, and after landing in New James has been translated by Mrs. H. C. CONANT, York, proceeded at once to the Saut Ste. Marie, and published by Lewis Colby. We have before where he arrived about the last of April. Starting spoken of the success of Mrs. Conant, as the transin a few days from the Saut, he reached the mouth lator of Neander. She has accomplished her prcs. of the River Winnipeg on the 29th of May, and ar-ent task with equal felicity. Biblical students are rived at Cumberland House, on the Saskatchewan, I greatly in her debt for introducing them to the ac. June 13-a distance of nearly 3000 miles from New quaintance of such a profound and sympathizing York. His various adventures on the overland route interpreter of Holy Writ. Neander wisely avoids to Fort Confidence, in 66 degrees of north latitude, metaphysical subtleties. Nor is he a barren, verbal where the winter residence of the party was estab-critic. He brings a sound, robust common sense to lished, are related with great minuteness, presenting the exposition of his subject, seeking to detect the a lively picture of the manners of the Indians, and living spirit of the writer, and to reproduce it with the physical phenomena of the icy North. The his. genuine vitality. A new glow breathes over the tory of Sir John Franklin's Expedition, and the pres. sacred page under his cordial, feeling comments, ent state of the search for that intrepid navigator, is and we seem to be brought into the most intimate briefly recorded. With the prevailing interest in communion with the inspired writer. It is no small every thing connected with Arctic discovery, this praise to say of the translator, that she has trans. volume is a most seasonable publication, and will be ferred this lifesome spirit, to a great degree, into her read with avidity by our intelligent countrymen. own production.

The Future Wealth of America, by Francis Bo- Redfield has published a spirited translation of NYNGE, is a volume ci curious interest, describing ARSENE Houssaye's work on the Men and Women the physical resources of the United States, and the of the Eighteenth Century in France. A more charcommercial and agricultural advantages of introduce acteristic portraiture of that egotistic and voluptuous ing several new branches of cultivation. Among age is not to be found in any language. It places us the products enumerated by the author as adapted in the midst of the frivolous court, where the love to the soil and climate of this country are tea, coffee, of pleasure had triumphed orer natural sentiment, and indigo, the date, the orange, the peach fruit, and where religion was lost in hypocrisy, and earnestthe guava. The work, though written in an enthusiness of character laughed out of countenance by astic spirit, is filled with practical details, and pre. shameless adventurers. The brilliancy of coloring sents a variety of useful suggestions in regard to the in these volumes does not disguise the infamy of the conditions of national prosperity. Mr. Bonynge is persons whom it celebrates. They are displayed familiarly acquainted with the culture of tropical in all their detestable heartlessness, and present a products, having resided for fourteen years in India wholesome warning to the reader by the hideous and China. His book is well-deserving the attention ugliness of their example. of the American public.

| Box GAULTIER's Book of Ballads. These clever The Twenty-second Part of COPLAND's Dictionary parodies and satires, whose cool audacity and misof Practical Medicine is published by Harper and chievous love of fun have secured them a favorite Brothers, reaching to the eight hundredth page of place in the English magazines, have been repub. the third volume of the work, and to the commence lished in a neat edition by Redfield. Our too thinment of the letter S. For laymen who have occasion skinned compatriots may find something to provoke to refer to a medical work, this Dictionary forms a their ire in the American Ballads, but the sly malice valuable book of reference, and may be consulted of these effusions generally finds an antidote in their with convenience and profit. Its merits are too well absurdity. For the rest, Bon Gaultier may be called, known to the profession to demand comment. in Yankee parlance, “a right smart chap," excelling

A Reel in the Bolile, for Jack in the Doldrums, by in a species of literature which the highest genius Rev. HENRY T. CHEEVER. Modern allegory is a rarely attempts. dangerous species of composition. The taste of the We have a new edition of Walker's Rhyming Dictionary from Lindsay and Blakiston a welcome | KINGSFORD, one of the Chaplains to the Hon. East aid, no doubt, to scribblers in pursuit of rhymes un. India Company.-BENGEL'S Gnomon of the Neue der difficulties. We hope it will not have the effect Testament, translated by the Rev. PETER HOLMES, to stimulate the crop of bad poetry, which of late has of the Plymouth Royal Grammar School. been such a nuisance to honest readers.

| Mr. Bohn announces the following important Miss MITFORD, in her Literary Recollections gives Works as about to appear shonly: KIRBY and KIDD's some specimens of poetical charades by Mr. Praed, Bridgewater Treatises.-Coin-Collector's Hand-Book, the most successful composer of lyrical jeux d'esprit by H. N. HUMPHREYS, with numerous engravings of this kind. In the review of her work by the of Ancient Coins.-Greek Anthology; or Select EprAthenæum, the two following charades are quoted, grams of the Greek Classic Poets, literally translated the latter of which, Miss Mitford says, is still a mys. into Prose, with occasional parallels in verse by En. tery to her, and proposes a solution to her readers : glish Poets.-OERSTED's Soul in Nature, and other

works, translated from the Danish, with Life of the " Come from my First, ay, come!

Author.-Rome in the 19th Century; with Maps and The battle dawn is nigh;

Diagrams.-KUGLER's Historical Manual of SculpAnd the screaming trump and the thundering drum ture, Painting, and Architecture, Ancient and Modern.

Are calling thee to die! Fight as thy father fought ;

The election of the Greek Professsor in the l'niFall as thy father fell ;

versity of Edinburgh was fixed for the 2d of March. Thy task is taught ; thy shroud is wrought , So; forward and farewell!

The number of candidates in the field was very "Toll ye my Second! toll!

large, but it was thought that many would retire beFling high the flambeau's light;

fore the day of election. The principal struggle was And sing the hymn for a parted soul

supposed to be between Dr. William Smith, of New Beneath the silent night!

College, London, the learned author of the Classical The wreath upon his head,

Dictionaries ; Dr. Price, late of Rugby, the inend The cross upon his breast.

of Dr. Amold; Professor Macdowall, of Queen's Let the prayer be said, and the tear be shed,

College, Belfast; and Professor Blackie, of AberSo,-take him to his rest!

deen. The emoluments of the chair are upward of “Call ye my whole, ay, call,

8001., and the college duties extend only orer about The lord of lute and lay;

half the year, during the winter session from NoAnd let him greet the sable pall With a noble song to-day ;

vember to May. Go, call him by his name! No fitter hand may crave

Professor ROBINSON, our townsman, whose proTo light the flame of a soldier's fame

posed expedition to Palestine we lately announced, On the turf of a soldier's grave.

was at Berlin, at the latest accounts, and expects to

be at Beyrout on the 1st of March. He intends to ** Sır Hilary charged at Agincourt,

occupy most of his time in visiting the more remete Sooth 'twas an awful day!

districts of the country, and those villages off the And though in that old age of sport

usual routes, which are least known to travelers. The rufflers of the camp and court

Toward the completion of the topography and googHad littlo time to pray, 'Tis said Sir Hilary muttered there

raphy of Palestine, we may expect many new facts to Two syllables by way of prayer.

be thus obtained. One of the American missionaries " My First to all the brave and proud

in Syria, the Rev. ELI SMITH, and Mr. WILLIAM Who see to-morrow's sun;

Dickson, of Edinburgh, are to join Professor Rob My Next with her cold and quiet cloud

INSON at Beyrout, and accompany him in the jour. To those who find their dewy shroud

ney. The identification of the site of the Holy Before to-day's be done;

Sepulchre, about which there has been much dispute And both together to all blue eyes

lately, is one object to which special attention will That weep when a warrior nobly dies.”

be given. Dr. Robinson was in London, on his A correspondent of the Literary Gazette furnishes the following poetical solution of the two charades the Geographical and other Societies.

route to the Continent, and attended the meetings of in one: * No more we hear the sentry's heavy tramp

The wife of Professor ROBINSON has recently Around the precincts of the drowsy camp; All now is hush'd in calm and sweet repose,

published a protest in the London Athenaeum against And peaceful is the lovely evening's close ;

a garbled English edition of her work on the Coloni. Save when the village chimes the hours forth-tell, zation of New England. Mrs. ROBINSON says, “A Or parting souls demand the passing bell.

work appeared in London last summer with the fol. Would I could grasp a Campbell's lyric pen!

lowing title: Talvi's History of the Colonization of I then might justice do to · arms and men,'

America,' edited by William Hazlitt, in two volumes. And sing the well-fought field of Agincourt,

It seems proper to state that the original work was Where, hand to hand, mix'd in the bloody sport, The hosts of France, vain of superior might,

written under favorable circumstances in German, By English valor were o'erthrown in fight,

and published in Germany. It treated only of the And bade to fame and fortune long Good Nightm colonization of New England:--and that only stood

on its title-page. The above English publication Messrs. Clark of Edinburgh have in preparation, therefore, is a mere translation--and it was made translations of the following works : viz.—Dr. JULIUS without the consent or knowledge of the autor, MULLER's great work on the Doctrine of Sin, trans. The very title is a misnomer; all references to au iated under the superintendence of the author.- thorities are omitted ; and the whole work teems Professor Muston's Israel of the Alps, the latest with errors, not only of the press, but also of transand most complete History of the Waldenses, trans- lation—the latter such as could have been made by lated with the concurrence of the author.-DORNER no person well acquainted with the German and on the Person of Christ, translated by the Rev. Mr. I English tongues. For the work in this form, there.


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