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be observed that Mr. Bradford differs from Mr. Stephens, | Thomas Ward, M. D., whose contributions to the New. who supposes the antiquities of Mexico to have had a re-York American, under the signature of “ Flaccus," have cent origin. His work is ingeniously reasoned, and con- been much praised for their sprightliness and wit. ains much curious information.

Harper and Brothers have given us a very beat edition of

• Pocahontas, and other Poems," by Mrs. Sigourney; and THE AMENITIES OF LITERATURE, by the elder D'Israeli, will soon publish the Poems of Fitzgreene Halleck, not 18is one of the njost entertaining books of the year. It has cluded in “Fanny and other Poems," published a year or two been published in New York, in a very handsome edition, ago. This collection will embrace all Mr. Halleck's more in two volumes, by Messrs. Langley. “ Contributions to serious poems, hitherto publisbed, and “ The Minute Men," the History of English Literature,” would perhaps have and other original pieces. The imprint of the Appletons, been a more descriptive title for the work, as it consists appears on “ Arthur Carye,” etc. A new satirical work by principally of articles on the superstitions of the Druids, the author of a “ Vision of Rubeta," in which the editors the Saxon language, the Gothic romances, and kindred sub- of New York, and many other persons "of note in their jects ; sketches of Chaucer, Gower, More, Wyatt, Ascham, own bailwick,” are dealt with in no gentle manner. The Sydney, Spenser, Shakspeare, Raleigh, Bacon, and others "Vision of Ruheta" was published in Boston in 1839; it is who are less distinguished; a good history of the English a beautiful specimen of typography, and the four hundred drama, &c. &c. Those who have read the “Curiosities of octavo pages of which it consists, are filled with obscenity, Literature," and the “ Miscellanies of Literature," by the the vilest description of wit, and "shows" of scholarsbip; same author, will welcome these volumes as they would it is understood to be by a Mr. Osborn, the author of “Fifty communications from a long absent and unforgotten friend. Years of the Life of Jeremy Levis," and was intended D'Israeli is the most industrious literary antiquarian, and mainly to satirize Colonel Stone of the New.York Conthe most pleasant, gossiping chronicler, of our day. mercial Advertiser, and Mr. Charles King, of the New-York

American, though many other characters are introduced. * PictoRIAL ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE Bible," is the ti- Ex-secretary Paulding is preparing a new edition of tle of a work recently published in New York, by Mr. Ro- “The Backwoodsman and other Poems," which will be bert Sears, which has met with extraordinary success.

It printed uniform with the last impression of his novels. is in two octavo volumes, and contains more than four hun. Miss Elizabeth Bogart, the “Estelle" of the New York dred well engraved views of places in the Holy Land, and Mirror, has in press her collected writings. illustrations of remarkable events in sacred history, from Mr. John Keese is engaged on - The Life and Poetical sketches by recent travellers, and pictures by the old mas. Remains of the late Lucy Hooper." ters, with interesting letter-press descriptions. It is said Mrs. Brooks, whose pieces under the signature of "Northat more than ten thousand copies of the work have been na" were popular many years since, is understood to sold, and additional volumes are in press, which will pro- be editing the “Memoirs and Poetical Remains of the late bably be no less successful.

James G. Brooks,” her husband, and we understand that

F. W. Thomas, the author of “Clinton Bradshaw," etc., "Incidents of A WHALING Voyage,” to which are has in press a poem entitled " The Adventures of a Poet." added observations on the scenery, manners, customs and The poems of Mr. Bryant have recently been re published missionary stations of the Sandwich and Society Islands, in London in “Smith's Standard Library,” We are gratiis a work of considerable merit recently published by Ap. fied to learn that the works of Richard H. Dana and Heary pleton & Co., of New-York. The author, who is a son of W. Longfellow will appear in the same series. Professor Olmsted, of Yale College, took passage in a While Mrs. Sigourney was in London last summer, a whale ship for a whole voyage, in consequence of ill-health, collection of her poems was published, in two duodecimo and was an eye-witness of what he describes. His jour. volumes, by a well-known house. nal is written in an easy, familiar style, and like the “Two Mrs. Katherine A Ware, a native of Rhode Island, and Years before the Mast," by Mr. Dana, will doubtless have formerly editress of the “Bower of Taste," a monthly a great circulation ; for the whaler's life, like the samphire- miscellany published in Boston, has recently resided in gatherer’s, is full of peril. We have made some calcula- England, and we perceive that a volume of her poens, tions from statistics collected by ourselves on this subject. lately published, has been favorably noticed, in the cntieal They reveal the startling result, that those who procure journals. Some of the London publishers are now, pro

oil for our lamps,' encounter dangers greater than those of bably, able to answer the query of the “Quarterly," " Wbe the most bloody warfare. Upon an average, one-tenth of reads an American book ?" those who engage upon a whaling voyage, are destroyed by Several new works, by American writers, have appeared the whales, lost in boats, or perish in some manner during since our last number was issued, for which we bare not the voyage, by the dangers of their calling.

now space for extended notices. Among them are, “ Lei

ters of John Adams, second President of the United States, Poets AND POETRY.—Messrs. Lea and Blanchard, of to bis wife," published by Little & Brown of Boston ; "The Philadelphia, bave just issued in a beautiful volume, to Seaman's Friend, containing a Treatise on Practical Sez. match their edition of the writings of her sister-edited by manship, a Dictionary of Sea Terms, Customs of the Mer. Washington Irving-the “Poetical Remains of the late Lu- chant Service," &c., by R. H. Dana, junior, author of crelia Maria Davidson, collected and arranged by her Mo- Two Years before the Mast,” published by the same lher, with a Biography by Miss Sedgwick.” It is necessary house; "The Eagle of the Mohawks, a Tale of the Sevento say but little in regard to the character of this work. teenth Century," in two volumes, by the late Dr. J. L. E. The remarkable and early-developed genius of Lucretia W. Shecut, of South Carolina, published by P. Price, New Maria, and Margaret Miller Davidson, must be familiar to York; “ The Merchant's Widow, and other Tales," by all American readers. The biography of Lucretia, by Miss Mrs. Sawyer, same publisher; “Autobiography, ReminiSedgwick, is a beautiful history of an angel's life. scences, and Letters of John Trumbull, from 1756 to

Among the works recently issued in New York, we no. 1841,” one volume octavo, published by Wiley & Putnun, tice, “The Sermons and Poetical Remains of the Rev. B. New-York; “Confession, or the Blind Heart, a Domestic D. Winslow, edited by the Rt. Rev. George W. Doane, Story,” by the author of " The Kinsman," "The Yemas. Bishop of New-Jersey," from the press of Wiley and Put-see,” &c., in two volumes, published by Lea & Blanchard,

The saine publishers have in press, the Poems of Philadelphia.






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laide had some nonsensical notions, yet they were

both, on the whole, very good girls." A TALE OF THE MISSISSIPPI.

A connection of theirs, a man of high standing, died in embarrassed circumstances, and with their

usual kindness, Mr. and Mrs. Gordon extended CHAPTERI.

every aid and attention, that regard could bestow,

on the widow and her son, inviting them to reside " Wo to the youth whom Fancy gains,

in their house, and retaining them there for some • Winning from Reason's hand the reins;

years, until Harry was old enough to enter into ‘Pity and wo! for such a mind

business. But truly, the blessings shown to the 'Is soft, contemplative, and kind; "And wo to those who train such youth,

widow, were repaid ten-fold. From her first sojourn * And spare to press the rights of truth,

in their dwelling, she had displayed towards the • The mind to strengthen and anneal,

children great affection, which by Clara was re• While on the stithy, glows the steel !"- Scott. ciprocated. The instruction which a refined, in"Some dream that they can silence, when they will,

telligent, and truly pious woman imparted, were, • The storins of passion, and say “ Peace, be still;" by heaven's grace, productive of good fruit. Ade• But “thus far, and no further," when addressed laide, though she respected, cared but little for her • To the wild wave, or wilder human breast,

relative. She shrunk from gratuitous and affec• Implies authority that never can,

tionate counsels which might have benefited her, * That never ought, to be the lot of man."-Couper.

but which she regarded as almost intrusive. The Mr. Gordon, a worthy and respectable merchant, widow died, and left a daughter's sorrow in Clara's had lived for many years in New York, where he heart. was justly regarded as an honest man, and a kind Young Harry Wilmot, now an orphan, went husband and father. His wife, a woman of plain forth into the world to toil for his bread. The manners and warm feelings, had, like himself, risen sisters grew in stature, years, and beauty. Clara, from a grade of life far inferior to that in which like many girls of enthusiastic temperament, posshe was now placed. Like many persons thus sessed deep feelings and great firmness of purelevated, they overrated the value of school edu- pose; while Adelaide was in disposition more giddy, cation ; they considered it the acme of all advan- and less firm of resolution ; her passions too were tages, not only for success in the world, but for strong, and her temper not always even. She was the entire formation of character and principles; addicted to "castle-building.” She had from early and such education, they supposed, could be best childhood indulged an inclination for reverie, which acquired in a boarding-school. To the first in the augmented with her years. Every hour unoccucity, therefore, they sent their twin daughters, Ade-pied by necessary pursuits, she would devote to laide and Clara, who there learned all requisite her own beautifully sketched visions of future hapaccomplishments and a thorough initiation into piness. By degrees, she found such delight in those branches which form an elegant, intelligent, these musings, that she felt impatient when aroused woman of the world.

from them; and after being interrupted, would reBut can a mistress, whose time is daily divided turn to them with increased appetite. No tales of among forty or fifty young persons, form their cha- actual wo, no relation of a friend's happiness, no racters solidly, and teach them to love piety, and events in which her parents, or her sister, were to make religion practical ? Surely not. It is the interested, could excite her feelings so warmly as instruction at home, the silent, but powerful influ- the dreams of her own romance. ence of example—the apt reflection or illustration It may be asked, what harm was there in the caught at the moment,--the “line upon line, and indulgence of these dreams ? No other harm than precept upon precept, here a little, and there a that which must arise from idle reverie : the habit little,"—the lessons imperceptibly inculcated in the of so enlarging upon our own fancied cares, as to long social evenings,—these are they that make the impair that interest and sympathy for others, and groundwork of education. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon for the every-day occurrences of life, which the knew nothing of this. Quiet by nature, with no exci- Almighty has implanted in us for the general benefit table or romantic feelings, no keen sensibilities, of mankind : the habit also of dwelling so intenseacute penetration, they esteemed each other,—were ly upon our own feelings, and of analyzing their fond of their children-took them duly to church, subtilities, of so enhancing their importance on all and sent them duly to school; and often declared that trivial occasions, as to make the heart more sus“though Clara was as merry as a cricket, and Ade-'ceptible to outward impressions, and less able to

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fortify itself against the indulgence of extravagant which must be gained by every man of superior wishes, or the inroads of inordinate passions. mind, in visiting the thronged cities and polished

Adelaide formed dreams of future bliss ; and circles of the old world. where is the day-dream of an imaginative girl, in which the winged form of Love does not appear?

CHAPTER II. It may but hover over the scene, it is true ; but

“To know her well still the little god is there ; and in her eyes the

Prolonged, exalted, bound enchantment's spell; reflection from the golden plumage of his wings, • For with affections warm, intense, refined, gives the last, the richest brightness to the picture. She mixed such calm and holy strength of mind, Dwelling thus in a world of her own, Adelaide

That, like heaven's image in the smiling brook, did not confide many of her thoughts to her parents,

Celestial peace was pictared in her look."--Campbell. or to her sister. “They would not understand

“The glory got me,"—she would mentally exclaim, when her con

* By overthrowing outward enemies, science, at times, reproved her for not imparting

• Since strength and fortune are main sharers in it,

We cannot, but by pieces, call our own;to them the outpourings of her fancy.

. But when we conquer our intestine foes, But is not this the cant expression of all hearts Our passions bred within us,-and of those that seek excuse for selfishness ? The egotistical •The most rebeilious tyrant, powerful Love, husband, proud of his lofty intellect, or vivid ima

“That's a true victory."

Massinger. gination, flies from the society of a wife, to the desterous adulation and artificial enthusiasm of The beautiful twins were the belles of the others, and hides the workings of his mind from season. Lovely and intellectual, as they undoubther who should share all, because—“she could edly were, their fascinations were greaily enhanced not understand him.” The lonely man, who has in the eyes of the fashionable world, by the report met with slight or repulse, where he sought recip of the munificent dowry their father would bestow, rocal nobleness of soul, retires within himself, and whenever they should consent to resign their state becomes a misanthrope, shrinking from the humani- of "single blessedness.” Time passed. George zing influence of social intercourse and the conso- returned, and was constantly thrown into Adelaide's lations of friends, because—“ they could not under- society. It could not be denied that he was struck stand him.” The giddy girl indulges in the fool- by her beauty, and interested by her mental attracish romance of a puerile fancy, which ends at last tions; his ardent admiration was too marked to in misery, and shuns a mother's counsels that might pass unnoticed. Adelaide's happiness had reached have saved her, because—"she could not under its height; her dreams were breaking forth into stand her."

still more enchanting realities. She felt that Few are the minds that will not, when quickened George was the very beau idéal of all her bright by affection, expand sufficiently to understand the visions. And, feeling thus, it was easy for her to sorrows of those they love; and when we feel that imagine that the mere fancy she cherished was we are not understood, we may be convinced it is love. By constant brooding on the thought, she frequently owing to some lack of benevolence, or made it of real importance, and actually dreamed some excess of pride, exaggerated sensibility, or herself into an attachment. Clara's penetration, selfishness in ourselves, rather than to defects in rendered more keen by her affection, suspected others.

something of the truth. She considered the subWhen the sisters were about fifteen years of ject in its prosaic aspect. She knew, and weighed age, an old friend of their father, a merchant in in her mind, what Adelaide thought unworthy of New-Orleans, wished his son to spend some time remembrance : that Mr. Stanley, one of the few in New-York, and during his stay there, requested in this country who could boast of a descent from Mr. Gordon to act as his guardian. George Stan- noble ancestry, was, as regards birth, an uncomley, (for such was his name,) was received as a promising aristocrat; and though he respected Mr. constant and intimate visitor in the family. Heir Gordon much, and felt his value as a friend and to an immense fortune, accumulated partly by in- guardian to his son, would yet shrink from the condustry, partly by extraordinary, but fortunate specu- tamination of uniting his family with that of one lations, no pains, no expense had been spared in his who had originally toiled as an humble artisan, the education. His manners were attractive, his ap- humblest of his class. Clara knew this, and wished pearance even more so.

in time to warn her sister, but scarcely rentered A few months after that momentous period, when to do so, fearing to offend her. She had besides, Adelaide and Clara were to be “ brought out,” real distress of her own to struggle with; and sø George was invited by a friend to accompany him day after day passed on, and no confidence was in a tour through Europe. He had seen and learned established between the sisters. all that his own country could afford of intelligence One morning, when Adelaide was absent on a or refinement, and was glad to avail himself of ramble, Clara sat down in the tasteful boudoir aphis father's permission to enjoy those advantages propriated to the twins, and opening her writing

desk, fulfilled her mother's wishes by answering asing their appeal. Similar to these were the ideas few notes. Unable to find the memorandum of an that floated in Clara's mind as she pored over the address which she required, she ransacked every papers before her. The last she unfolded was one corner of the desk, and untied every parcel of of a more recent date; it was in her own handpapers in the search, until she had scattered every writing; and as she gazed upon it, a few tears fell thing into “most admired disorder.” Having found and blistered the paper. Its contents were these : what she wanted, she began to arrange


destroying all useless memoranda, as she once
again glanced over old letters and other precious To know no joy when he's away;
relics. In this task, hours slipped away, unobserved

Yet scarce happy when he's nigh, by Clara.

Weighing well each word I say,

Lest it should some thought betray, Who does not know the charm of looking over

And the laugh not hide the sigh,old letters, if they were written by our former

Is this love? friends? The very handwriting has an “old fa

To wish that with a painter's eye, miliar face" upon it; the signature recalls to the

A poet's taste, he may adore imagination the form of him or her who traced the Each beauteous form that passeth by ; Jines. We see the writer once more in our “mind's Yet with a lover's warmth descry eye;" the events referred to,—the passages con

In my face what he prizes more,

Is this love! taining long-forgotten allusions, which we in vain endeavor to remember,--the very date,-conjuring For that blest day in stealth to pine, up, as it does, a thousand associations as to what When he a wise might seek in me; we were then engaged in, how we then felt,- Might with me see life's sun decline, throws a delightful spell around us. Then too,

Till both, this mortal frame, resign,

E'en while I know it cannot be,Memory, with her potent wand, calls up from their

Is this love? recesses all those sweet, but melancholy thoughts of affection once felt, and now faded like “half-for- To fear that absence hath depressed gotten dreams." The beings who then lived and

His passion,-felt, but scarcely told,

To know one word of mine confessed loved, where are they now? Perhaps the hand that

Would call the secret from his breast, formed those delicate lines, lies in the tomb, borne

Yet die ere speak that word so bold, — hence in youth and hope, from sorrowing friends,

Is this love? on the resistless pinions of decay. Perhaps the

To feel, whene'er his name is heard, manly strokes that we now gaze upon were traced

A trembling joy to fear allied, by one who has since withered beneath an African To hear a music in the word sky, bearing the golden light of truth to the be- Whose melody my soul hath stirred, nighted heathen, or sunk beneath the ocean wave,

Yet with indifference try to hide,

Is this love ? when on his way to seek in distant lands the competence that was to secure his dearest hopes. To shrink from aught that e'er could tell Perhaps the letter may recall one, who, in the To others' eyes what now I seel; world's murky atmosphere, “had stained the plu

While blushes 'gainst restraint rebel, mage of his sinless years," and whom his friends

With pride's cold mask their warmth to quell,

Yes-e'en by scorn the truth conceal,would now rather number with the dead than mourn

Is this love! as lost to honor and to virtue. Perhaps the letter

To be anended, pleased to hear, speaks of one who loved us dearly, but to whom

From him, correction's truth expressed, time and absence have given stronger, fonder ties.

Though flatt'ry's siren voice be near Perhaps she, whose lively sallies were the out- And strive to charm a woman's ear. pourings of a happy, trustful spirít, is now an ho- Prefer reproof by him addressed, -nored matron, the faithful partner of a husband's

Is this love? grief and joy,—the anxious, tender mother of

To pray, (though with another shared,) adoring children, the duteous daughter, gently gui- That bliss may still his portion be ding her aged parents down the hill of life, and by By no untoward chance impaired; that bright example securing to her own old age a

While midst its brightness may be spared,

Some pleasing thought cast back on me, prospect of similar filial duty. While reading these

Is this love? old letters, we live again in the past. The graves of Youth,-of Love,-of Joy long buried, open

To know that while of him I think,

My heart expands, my hopes ascend; and send forth their spectres. Like the statue of

To seek to be more pure-to shrink Memnon, our hearts may have grown cold and cal

From aught that's ill--from error's brink, lous; but, when the beams of association and re- Lest I should lose a darling friend, membrance first gleam upon them, the spirit that

Is this love? lies imprisoned within, emits a sweet, but mournful

To feel I do not Heaven profane sound, acknowledging their influence and answer- His name to breathe before its throne;

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As my pure passion knows no stain,

But, dear sister,” she exclaimed, her light laugh A blessing choice I hope to gain,

dying away as she gazed upon the verses she still Not for mysell--but him alone,

held,—"this does not explain your agitation. Your Is this love?

eyes are full of tears now. Why, Clara!" she God is our Father! Mortal ne'er

cried, dropping the paper; and running to her His loving, wise designs may scan!

sister, she glided her arm round her and sunk on a Il 'tis His will, we two should share Earth's ills apart, I'll not despair ;

seat by her side; “surely this is one of my owo wild Contented I'll pass life's brief span,

dreams. Do those verses speak your thoughts ! And hope for happiness above,-

Can it be that you have felt the truth of the arguOh! tell me, is this wornan's love?

ments you used just now? Why, what a fool I

have been not to reflect. I see it all. That is the So absorbed was she in the contemplation sug- reason why Harry Wilmot trembled and hesitated gested by these verses, she was not aware that

as he took his leave. That is the reason wby he Adelaide had entered the room, and was seated

has never called since, though I met him only toopposite, until an exclaination, which she uttered,

day on the Battery." startled her from her reverie. “Good heavens !

“ You met him, Adelaide ?" Clara," she cried, " what is the matter? What are the contents of that paper, that have such power seemed confused, and hoped that my sister was

“ I did. I only spoke a few words to him; be to agitate you? May I not see it? What is it? A well. Why, Clara! what does this riddle mean! love-letter ?" she added laughingly, as she saw I should have thought him too modest, too dificent, Clara's self-possession returning. Blushing deeply

ever to tell you that he loved you." at the question, even though asked by a sister,

“He did not, Adelaide. He behaved most boClara hastily endeavored to fold the paper.

norably. He declared to my parents that be loved very well; it's a secret then? I am satisfied. Do not think I wish to intrude upon your confidence, tude and duty, he would not breathe his hopes to

me, but being bound to them by every tie of gratiClara. Believe me, I did not mean to grieve

me without their sanction. They told him, shat you."

I believe they really think, that it was but a childisa “ I do believe it, Adelaide, and I am ashamed of

fancy, which would wear away. But they repeated my own folly. This was not intended for any eyes this conversation before me; and, unused to concea but mine, yet I know not why I need conceal it. Read it, Adelaide-do not refuse--I request you

my feelings, my confusion was so great, that

That they discovered that you loved him." to read it."

“Yes, Adelaide, with a love such as those rerses Adelaide did so. “And do you think, Clara,"

describe,-a pure and unselfish love, I may ay she added archly, as she looked up after perusing with truth." it,-"that a woman who loved with the fervor here

" What did they say ?" described, could so calmly and contentedly look

“ They were surprised and grieved; but my forward to her lover's union with another? I doubt father's resolution is taken. He has known the it." “ Doubt it not, Adelaide ; it is possible, if the not suffer us to marry unless it be to fill a station

bitter struggles of toiling for afluence, and he will struggle between good and evil be not too long equal to our present one." delayed. If any passion be allowed to gain entire

“Dear Clara,” said her sister, kissing her afet ascendancy over the heart, it may be a death-stroke tionately,_“I never coax, you know ; but I w2 to tear it away. We should labor to crush it in its do so now. infancy, before it attains a too formidable growth.” of but a small part of his superfluity would make

Father is very rich, and a sacrifee “ And do you attach no importance to strength you happy." of mind, that when temptation comes we may be able to resist it? Can we not call back our fancies you for your sympathy ! With the warunest atlee

"Generous, energetic girl, how shall I thank at will, when we find them straying too far, and tion of my heart. But it must not be, Adela:de

. drive them into a different course before they be- Harry would not live upon my father's unwilling come passions ?"

bounty; and I should despise him if he rock. “Do not judge thus proudly, Adelaide. A pas- Besides, I am proud too, in ny own way, sister, sion is too often merely an amplification of a fancy, I am—though you seem to doubt it. I could 36 that we have indulged and dwelt upon. It is not endure to see my husband received on suference for inexperienced minds like ours, to determine the by my parents—the husband whom I rerere a3 point where imagination ceases, and passion begins. deeply as I love him." That the former, unless checked in time, will at “ But your resolution has caused you much pain." last swell into the latter, and thereby lose its purity, “I know it, but it cannot alter. 'Tis true there no one can doubt."

have been many, many moments, when bright “Quite a philosopher, Lady Clara, I protest ; dreams have risen before me of future days passed you seem to have reflected much on the subject. 'in the society of one whose affection is mine. Bet



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