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nity. But books such as we refer to ought to be pen. We felt, in the first place, that foresight, sold by many others besides ordinary booksellers. punctuality, and other homely and prudential virWhy should it be that tea, tobacco, and even less tues, were necessary even for the purpose of enapprovable articles demanded by the people, should abling us to possess our minds in peace—that be purchasable in the smallest quantities in every peace without which no studious life can be convillage in the empire, and not that literature which ducted to any good results. And it was but a has become, in one form or another, almost as corollary from that view, that we should have a much a necessary of life as any ? Surely, in many publishing system under our own command, as by of the little establishments where the needs and no other means could the requisite unity of movecravings of the frail body are supplied, those of ment and procedure have been attained. On this the immortal spirit might also be gratified; and point we would observe incidentally, that we trust that without necessarily diminishing the trade of yet to make out a problem of no small consequence the ordinary booksellers? One fact will illustrate to men of letters that is to say, we trust to esthis. In a little village, where at one time none tablish, that to employ a printing and bookselling of our publications were sold, a philanthropic system to work out his purposes, is a much more gentleman induced a female dealer in small wares eligible position for the literary laborer, than to to commence selling the • Tracts.' She quickly come with all his powers of thought, and the asfound regular customers for forty copies. Here pirations attending them, and subordinate these to were forly copies sold where formerly the work a man of trade. We think it will be found that was unheard of; ard we cannot doubt that thou- the first position, which is ours, is that by far sands of places are in the like predicament. There the best fitted to secure independence of action, must certainly be some improvement in the book- and even that elevation of mind which is supposed selling system of the country; we must have this to rest apart from trade, as well as exemption from kind of wares presented in many quarters where those degrading cares which are so hostile to the it formerly was unthought of, ere we can say that exercise of the higher faculties, and have been the the system of cheap publication is complete, or has shipwreck of so many votaries of letters. We “ gathered all its fame." A benevolent friend further felt that the tasks assumed by us were of has suggested that persons verging upon pauperism a very different character from what their extermight often help themselves in some degree to a nal features indicated to the shallower class of livelihood, if individuals taking a kindly interest in minds. Even to speak of materialities alone, the them were to furnish them with a first stock of aggregate vastness of a cheap publication was calsuch wares. We have had the plan tried in seve- culated to impress a strong sense of the importance ral instances, and have found it effectual.* Per- of such a work. What came before the eyes of haps by such means, in addition to all others, the individuals as a single sheet at an infinitesimal extreme limits of the diffusibility of popular litera- price, presented itself to our sense in colossal piles ture might in time be reached.

of paper and print, and large commercial transacWhen this point is attained, and great effects tions. At the fountain-head, its respectability, in begin to become apparent to those who watch the the common sense of the word, could not be matsigns of nations, it is not unlikely that the humble ter of doubt, whatever it might in the remote rills services of the individuals now addressing the pub- of diffusion. But, remarking the great appetency lic will be remembered and inquired into. It will of the middle and humbler classes for the reading perhaps be recollected that Chambers' Journal was of such works, it was impossible not to advance to ihe first periodical work which aimed at giving far higher considerations, and see, in the establishrespectable literature at a price which made it ac- ment of such a miscellany as the Journal, the cessible to every class of persons really desirous of attainment of a predicatorial position hardly paralreading, and that in that and several other publi-leled in the country. It fully appeared that such cations, without the slightest extraneous support, a work, if conducted in a right spirit, might enable iis editors arrived at and maintained for several its editors weekly to address an audience of unexyears an extraordinary degree of success. May ampled numbers. We felt that by this means a it not then be asked, what was the cause of this vast amount of unequivocal good might be effected success? To what are we to attribute the exist- amongst the humbler classes in particular. Comence of that vast ten-machine printing-house? ing before them with no stamp of authority to Will it be worth while to listen for a moment to raise prejudice, but as the undoubted friend of all, the impressions which were entertained on that it could convey counsel and instruction where subject by ourselves ? Presuming that there may more august missionaries might fail. Gaining the be some curiosity on such a point, we will here heart of the poor man, always inclined to jealousy, mention that we attribute it not to any peculiar lit- it might, by dint of its absolute transparent wellerary talent; we attribute it not to any extraor- meaning, force reproots and maxims upon him dinary intellectual gifts ; neither do we think for which he would take from no other hand. By tune had anything whatever to do with it. It such a work the young might be, even in the arose solely from the view we took of the duties receipt of amusement, actuated to industrious and resting upon those who make a profession of the honorable courses. Everywhere, by presenting

entertainment of a pure nature, and of superior * A mendicant, applying for alms at our office in Glas- attractiveness, that which was reprehensible might gow, was furnished with two copies of a tract, that he be superseded. Nor might it be impossible, even might endeavor to sell them in the streets, and thus make money by a more legitimate mode. He disposed of in so small a work, to present papers of an origithem in ien minutes, and caine back with the money to nal kind in the departments of fancy and humor, purchase more. Having sold these also, he returned for as well as of observation and reflection, such as a new supply, and, in short, his transactions in four hours might be expected cultivate the higher powers reached six shillings, leaving himself a clear gain of one and sixpence. He was to have come back to renew

of the popular intellect. his efforts next morning ; but, unfortunately, from what

While, then, many superficial persons scoffed ever cause, he never reappeared.

at the course we had entered upon, we saw in it

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the means of a large usefulness, and gave our- The son soon became interested in the kind selves to it with cordial good-will. Determining missionary, and often visited his cabin, giving as first upon a few leading principles-particularly his reason, “you are so amiable, I cannot keep that political and theological controversy should away from you.” Two or three weeks after, he never receive a moment's attention ; animated by requested to know more of “the great Lord of sincere and earnest wishes to promote whatever heaven," of whom Saabye had spoken. His rewas clearly calculated to be beneficial to our fellow- quest was cheerfully granted. Soon it appeared creatures in the mass ; despising all trivial and that himself, and all his relations were desirous of petly objects, and aiming ever to confer a dignity instruction, and, ere long, the son requested bap upon our own pursuits—we advanced in our tism. To this request the missionary answered, course, and persevered in it year after year; never “ Kunnuk, you know God: you know that he is once doubting that the issue would justify and il- good, that he loves you, and desires to make you lustrate our first resolutions. The result, we may happy; but he desires also that you shall obey surely say, is to some extent determined, and that him. in a manner favorable to the soundness of our Kunnuk answered, “I love him, I will obey views; for how otherwise could it be that (to look him." no higher for proof) there is at this time no litera- “ His command is, Thou shalt not murder.'ry system in the country which approaches ours The poor Greenlander was much affected and siin magnitude? How else should ii be that, while lent. “I know," said the missionary, “ why you all other literary operations are conducted with have come here with your relations; but this you more or less jarring between associated interests, must not do, if you wish to become a believer." and while most have to resort to extraneous expe- Agitated, he answered, “but he murdered my dients for success, we scatter the matter of hun- father.” dreds of thousands of volumes annually over the For a long time the missionary pressed this land, without experiencing the slightest disturb- point, the poor awakened heathen promising to ance from sordid details, or ever having to look a kill only one." But this was not enough. moment beyond the intrinsic value of the article it-" Thou shalt do no murder," Saabye insisted was self for a means of arresting public attention. the command of the great Lord of heaven. He

We would, in conclusion, express our humble exhorted him to leave the murderer in the hand trust that the ordinary readers of the Journal can of God to be punished in another world; but this be under no risk of misunderstanding the nature of was waiting too long for revenge. The missionthese remarks. We have spoken in the language ary refused him baptism, without obedience to the of earnestness and of truth, on a subject on which command. He retired to consult his friends. we are conscious of entertaining other besides They urged him to revenge. feelings of self-love, and where public interests Saabye visited him, and without referring to are, we think, as much concerned as our own. the subject, read those portions of scripture and This kind of language usually meets with sympa- hymns teaching a quiet and forgiving temper. thy, and we humbly hope that on the present oc- Some days after, Kunnuk came again to the cabin casion there will be no exception from the rule. of the Saabye. “I will,” said he, “and I will

not; I hear and I do not hear. I never felt so

before ; I will forgive him, and I will not forgive ONLY ONE MURDER.

him. The missionary told him, when he would

forgive, then his better spirit spoke; when he (We find the following in the “ Christian Wit- would not forgive, then his unconverted heart ness,” but do not know from what work it is taken. spoke.” He then repeated to him the latter part Let us all, while we see how clearly the poor derers. A tear stood in his eye.

of the life of Jesus, and his prayer for his mur

6. But he was Greenlander was wrong in wishing to indulge him- better than me,” said Kunnuk. “ But God will self only this once, look at our own hearts, which give us strength," Saabye answered. He then are as disobedient, though our minds are more read the martyrdom of Stephen, and his dying enlightened.)

prayer for his enemies. Kunnuk dried his eyes

and said, “ The wicked men! He is happy; he It has ever been a fixed law in Greenland, that is certainly with God in heaven. My heart is so murder, and particularly the murder of a father, moved, but give me a little time; when I have must be avenged. About twenty years before the brought the other heart to silence, I will come arrival of Saabye, a father had been murdered in again." He soon returned with a joyful countethe presence of his son, a lad of thirteen, in a nance, saying, “ Now I am happy ; I hate no most atrocious manner. The boy was not able more ; I have forgiven ; my wicked heart shall be then to avenge the crime, but the murderer was silent.” He and his wife, having made a clear nor forgotten. He left that part of the country, profession of faith in Christ, were baptized and and kept the flame burning in his bosom twenty- received into the church. Soon after, he sent the five years, no suitable opportunity offering for re- following note to the murderer of his father: “I venge, as the inan was high in influence, and am now a believer, and you have nothing to fear," many near to defend him. At length his plan and invited him to his house. The man came, was laid, and with some of his relations to assist and invited Kunnuk, in turn, to visit him. Conhim, he returned to the province of the murderer, trary to the advice of his friends, Kunnuk went, who lived near the house of the Saabye ; there and as he was returning home, he found a hole had being no house unoccupied, where they might re- been cut in his boat in order that he might be main, bu one owned by Saabye, they requested drowned. Kunnuk stepped out of the water, sayit, and it was granted, without any remark, al- ing, “ He is still afraid, though I will not harm though he knew the object of their coming. him!"





Correspondence-Books Received, 1. Bunyan and Bunhill Fields, .

Fraser's Magazine, 2. The Life and Discoveries of Dalton,

British Quarterly Review, 3. The Festival and its Consequences,

Chambers' Journal, 4. Young Mrs. Roberts' Three Christmas Dinners, Edinburgh Tales, 5. The French in China,

The Rhone, 6. Preparation of Coffee,

Pharmaceutical Journal, 7. POETRY.—The Poet before and after Death-The Golden Ringlet, 105–To-, 106

Song of Seventy, 114—The United States, 134—Church Bells in the Desert-We are growing old, 152.

PAGR 106 107 115 131 135 151 151

Justice, in woman's shape, the use

Of her own eyes. Though Scotland long had set her face With smiles for Burns and all his race, At length, to wipe out her disgrace,

If such might be, She danced around his native place

In jubilee!

From the Louisville Journal.



From Jerrold's Magazine. THE POET BEFORE AND AFTER DEATH. "I beg you to use your utmost interest, and that of all your friends, to move our Commissioners of Excise to grant me my full salary. If they do not grant it, I must

I lay my account with an exit truly'en poeteif I die not of disease, I shall perish with hunger.

“ ROBERT BURNS." Thus, in the prime of manhood, dies The man with the large heart and eyes That flashed and echoed to the skies

In passion's stormA friendless gauyer of Dumfries

Crushed like a worm. Four helpless children midst the gloom Wander and weep from room to room ; Their mother striving with her doom

As mothers strive,
Who feel that o'er the closing tomb

There will be five.
Since then the bard's volcanic breast
Has had its half-a-century's rest;
But still the “ Mouse's" humble nest,

Rudely o’erthrown,
And“ mountain-daisy's” fate suggest

The poet's own:
Soon contrite Scotland, to reward
Her crushed and broken-hearted bard,
With costly “ Mausoleum” marred,

The image traced
Upon his dedication card

So truly chaste; And moving thence his mouldering bones (As if dead bees were dear to drones,) Before the graceless heap of stones

Upon his dust,
She spake in exultation's tones

of being just.
Justice, in spite of bandaged eyes,
Has still a heart to sympathize
With the susceptible and wise

By her own scales,
So often doomed to fraternize

In county jails.
What but this knowledge could induce
The lamb to bear the flag of truce
As though it sanctioned the abuse

Which still denies

Here is a little golden tress

Of soft unbraided hair,
The all that's left of loveliness

That once was thought so fair ;
And yet, though time has dimm'd its sheen,

Though all beside hath fled,
I hold it here, a link between

My spirit and the dead.
Yes, from this shining ringlet still

A mournful memory springs,
That melts my heart, and sends a thrill

Through all its trembling strings.
I think of her, the loved, the wept,

Upon whose forehead fair,
For eighteen years, like sunshine, slept,

This golden curl of hair.
Oh, sunny tress! the joyous brow,

Where thou didst lightly wave
With all thy sister tresses, now

Lies cold within the grave.
That cheek is of its bloom bereft;

That eye no more is gay:
Of all her beauties thou art left

A solitary ray.
Four years have passed, this

Since last we fondly met-
Four years! and yet it seems too soon

To let the heart forget-
Too soon to let that lovely face

From our sad thoughts depart,
And to another give the place

She held within the heart. Her memory still within


mind Retains its sweetest power: It is the perfume left behind,

To whisper, of the flower.

very June,

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Each blossom, that in moments gone

Bound up this sunny curl,
Recalls the form, the look, the tone

Of that enchanting girl.
Her step was like an April rain

O’er beds of violets flung ;
Her voice the prelude to a strain,

Before the song is sung:
Her life, 't was like a half-blown flower,

Closed ere the shades of even; Her death the dawn, the blushing hour That

opes the gates of heaven. A single tress ! how slight a thing

To sway such magic art, And bid each soft remembrance spring

Like blossoms in the heart!
It leads me back to days of old

To her I loved so long,
Whose locks outshone pellucid gold,

Whose lips o'erflowed with song. Since then I've heard a thousand lays

From lips as sweet as hers;
Yet when I strove to give them praise,

I only gave them tears.
I could not bear, amid the throng

Where jest and laughter rung,
To hear another sing the song

That trembled on her tongue.

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A single shining tress of hair

To bid such memories start!
But tears are on its lustre--there

I lay it on my heart.
Oh! when in death's cold arms I sink,

Who, then, with gentle care,
Wiḥ keep for me a dark brown link-
Aringlet of my hair?


BOOKS RECEIVED. THE POPULAR LECTURES ON SCIENCE AND ART, which have been delivered in the chief cities and towns in the United States by Dr. LARDNER, are announced for publication in numbers by Messrs. Greeley and McElrath, New York. They are to be copiously illustrated with engravings on wood. Ten or twelve numbers, at 25 cents each, will complete the course.

This work will be a public good, and from the preëminent ability of the lecturer in the manner of communicating knowledge-combining simplicity of language, perspicuity of reasoning and felicity of illustration"--will no doubt have a very extensive sale.

Messrs. Harper and Brothers have sent us,

POEMS BY Fitz-GREENE HALLECX. This volume is handsomely printed, and illustrated by a moonlight view of Alnwick Castle. Would that Mr. Halleck had made the volume larger! He has collected the poems upon which he expects the award of posterity to be founded.

ILLUSTRATED SHAKSPEARE, 45, 46. This completes Much Ado about Nothing.

COPLAND'S DICTIONARY OF PRACTICAL MEDICINE, edited by Dr. C. A. Lee. Part V., running from Delirium to Dropsy. 50 cents.

THE IMPROVISATORE. Translated by Mary Howitt, from the Danish of Andersen. 124 cents.

THE ANCIENT Regime. By G. P. R. James. 2 vols. in 1. The sixth volume of Pocket Edition of Select Novels. 25 cents.

Twice Told Tales. By Nathaniel Hawthorne. 2 vols. 12mo. Well printed by Jamies Munroe & Co., Boston.

This book, though in prose, was written by poet. A calm, thoughtful face seems to be looking at you from every page. One of the most prominent characteristics of these tales is, that they are national in their character. The author has wisely chosen his themes among the traditions of New England. Another characteristic of this writer is the exceeding beauty of his style. It is as clear as running waters are. Indeed, he uses words as mere stepping-stones, upon which, with a free and youthful bound, his spirit crosses and recrosses the bright and rushing stream of thought.

- In speaking in terms of such high praise as we have done, we have given utterance not alone to our own feelings, but we trust to those of all gentle readers of the Twice Told Tales. Like children we say,

* Tell us more.

North American Review. HOME. By Miss Sedgwick. The name of the author of Redwood and Hope Leslie is a sufficient commendation of this work to our readers—and we perceive that this is the fifteenth edition. Pub lished by Janies Munroe f Co.

The Lover's Fortune. Translated from the German. James Munroe & Co. Of this neat volume we shall say nothing, for we know no more; and besides, we perceive that it is not just published.

From the True Sun.


Of thy love it shall be said,
That its sweetest spell was laid

my heart in trouble ; When the roses in my way Faded fastest day by day,

And the thorns grew double. Though with accents faint and weak, Thou the binding vow didst speak,

Trembling at the altar ;
Yet whene'er that binding vow-
Led through tribulation, thou

Never yet didst falter,
And when brighter days were mine,
With my hand enclosed in thine,

Each on the other leaning;
We through many a sunny hour,
In each bursting bud and Mower,

Found a mystic meaning-
Typical of many things,
While imagination's wings,

Lovingly upbore us ;
And we painted sunny skies,
Looking in each other's eyes,

For the life before us.
Like a guardian angel thou,
When the cloud is on my brow,

From Fraser's Magazine. little of his Life of Nelson; nor is his a solitary BUNYAN AND BUNHILL FIELDS.

case of an author differing in his estimate of the

value of his own writings from the standard However much people may affect to question measure of public opinion.

The Nelson is a the right of Mr. Southey to the name of a great delightful narrative, within the compass of a poet-and critics speak confidently both for and pocket volume, of the heroic life and the heroic against him—no one will affect to dispute his end of the greatest admiral of all time—the claim to be considered one of the very best of our most English of all English heroes. But it is English prose writers. Nor is it too much to say, far from a satisfactory life in the minuteness of perhaps, that his least merit is his style. His its information; and men who test and try all range of reading was wide, his diligence great, his biographies by the standard of their favorite Bosmemory still greater. He knew the world by well-and we know very many who do this, something more than the mere spectacles of books; will find it wanting in the scale of excellence by he had looked on nature for himself, and had com- which they weigh and measure a biography. pared his own experiences with the experiences of Southey's Life of Nelson will live as long as the others. His observations on life are almost always English language, and will always form an endurto the point, and his opinions of men and books ing introduction to the Nelson Despatches, now in invariably of value. He had many of the inborn course of publication under the watchful eye of and acquired qualifications of a good biographer. Sir Harris Nicolas. He could suck the marrow of a book, and give you Mr. Southey was an author by profession; he in a Quarterly Review article the cream of what ived (his pension excepted) entirely by his pen. Coxe had scaitered, with an uncunning skill, over He was too apt, therefore, to measure out his two thick quarto volumes. But he always wanted articles and biographies by the sheet. He was, a good pioneer to go before him; and, though he moreover, a writer too apt to diverge into other affected at times to despise the poor but faithful speculations, from the width and variety of his antiquary, with his corn and chaff inconsiderately reading. His Life of Wesley is too big a book for got together into one unmeaning heap, he was the importance of Wesley. His Life of Cowper willing to admit the great utility of the pioneer is written on too extended a scale for the little species of literary men, and the important services variety of incident or circumstances in the reclusewhich men like Rymer and Oldys, or Carte and like life of the Olney hermit; his Life of Kirke Coxe, had conferred upon English history. He White is more in the nature of a preface; his was, what is more, a pioneer himself, as much as Life of Isaac Watts too hurried a performance to his leisure time or the resources of his own library be criticised by the Southey standard of excelwould well permit him. His Life of Cowper lence in prose; while his Life of Bunyan abounds exhibits a long and patient examination of the dead in all the beauties of his style, and all the defects or dormant literature of the last century, and an of his library and reading: anxiety to detect any little particle of information The best biographies in the world are the inlikely to throw light on the subject of his memoir. imitable Lives of the inimitable Plutarch. They

He was very well aware of the charm with which are inodels in this style, in manner, treatment, new materials invariably invest a new biography ; and length. We have good biographies of our of the importance of a date, either in establishing own. The Lives of the Poets, by Dr. Johna circumstance beyond cavil or dispute, or in reject- son, is one of the most fascinating books in the ing it altogether from the pale of authentic matter. whole range of English literature. We are at a His diligence was unceasing. He always read loss to decide which of the several Lives we with an object, and with a view to a variety of should admire the most. Cowley was the doctor's different publications. But his library, though own favorite, not for the method or excellence of large for a private individual, and large, moreover, its narrative, but from the clear and concise acfor his means, was very ill suited for the wide and count it contains of the rise and fall of the sodiversified range of his writings. Nor was there called metaphysical poets among us.

The Drya library amid the lakes and wilds of Curnberland den is a delightful Life, but there is hardly a date likely to be of any use to him. He wrote, there that is correct throughout the whole of its pages. fore, under very heavy disadvantages; and it has Pope we read in spite of Mr. Roscoe, nor will it always appeared to us, that his continuation of be easy, or even possible, to push it out of favor. Warion's invaluable history, over which he brooded The Life of Savage was an early composition, for so many years, must necessarily have been, and the reader may observe thirty years' differhad it ever been executed, a most imperfect publi-ence of style between it and the Dryden. Savcation. The reading and research of Warton were age extends over some one hundred and fifty not confined to the college libraries of Oxford, or pages; and of the three or four dates throughout the glorious treasures of the Bodleian ; he had the whole biography, and it actually contains no availed himself of the treasures at Winchester and more, two, at least, are seriously incorrect. The Cambridge, and had carried his researches into the date of his birth is grossly erroneous, and the year then newly established British Museum. But of his death was wanting in the first edition. we are not likely soon to see another Tom Warton When we have mentioned these curious circumamong us; perhaps we shall never see another stances in the Life of Savage in the hearing of Southey. They were both great men. The un- people well acquainted with the minute circumfinished history by Warton is a monument of stances of the narrative, we have found them unhuman industry and learning ; and the prose works willing to believe us. The truth is, the matter is of Southey master-pieces of English composition. so romantic, and the manner so irresistible, that

Southey thought his best prose work his History people read it, as Reynolds read it, at a standing, of Brazil; nor are we inclined to dispute his pref- and in the avidity of their reading forget every

The manner is above all praise, and the thing about dates, those necessary landmarks in matter, considering its want of European attraction, history of every kind, highly entertaining. He thought comparatively It is fitting to observe here how our best wri



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