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thousands of square miles. The very idea of “ 10,000 a sobriety of thought, and of taking their cue from facts, year" has become paltry—it is but the cost of a dish of and not from “Q Brandy” continually. Young gentlebean-soup in California-suggestive of utter poverty- men whose systems were here so relaxed, that nothing the daily scrapings of the poorest and most indigent dig- but taking a horn two or three times before dinner could ger, seli-sold into slavery at the mines. The man who impart to them sufficient energy to attend to out-of-door owns a square of brick houses is nobody; an einpty brag- business, go around it, and give it a wide berth in the hot gart, beside him who sits upon golden rocks, with a cigar latitudes-shut their ears to all hints about the nervous in his mouth, overlooking acres of the shining metal. The system, and with a hardihood and self command, acquired very millionare who used to strut about consequentially, within view of sharks and yellow fever, brave danger with his hands thrust into his pockets significantly, may without stimulus, and fatigue without “having a gale." be hooted now by the veriest sweep in California, as a Under the tropics, too, young men, who have at home vulgar ragamuffin, who would scarce have money enough found no difficulty in getting three sheets in the wind, to pay his board there on Saturday night, and would be have rather an aerial difficulty in getting a flowing utterly at the mercy of his landlady.

sail, and with plenty of steam on board, in the absence of Girard College, as a building, is very well, too, in its propellers, decline all invitation to steam it, " to drive way, as reminding us of an old gentleman who speut half dull care away”—the trouble greatest, for the time, being a century in picking up gold flakes, one at a time, with to get away themselves. The boys who often declared in his fingers; a plodding, careful old chap, who lacked the the hours of midnight that they were the particular indicreative faculty altogether, and had no idea of cradles and viduals who feared no noise, and who would not go home basins. His school-house on the Ridge Road will do very till morning, wish themselves very quietly dozing there, well as a specimen of primitive architecture, and might and are perfectly subdued and indolent under the Equator answer very well as a sort of outhouse to the palaces that in a three days' calm, and do not insist upon

" three we will have in California—a very good stable for the more-and aguin," so that they have an opportunity of Master of Hounds to Col. Mason, or some other grandee- candid inquiry and sober reflection, which may be serbut as it stands, it is now a shocking evidence of parsimony, viceable-promotive of a thirst for cold water, and an abutterly disgraceful to the spirit of the age. A sort of lame horrence of dark brandy, in a " sunny" clime. We do not and impotent conclusion to a long life foolishly spent. see why something cannot be done for Temperance in this

The far-famed Genoese must have been a dull fellow, way, as well as not. People talk very disparagingly or he would have cast anchor in the Pacific, near San about " whipping the devil round the stump," but so that Francisco, instead of sailing about to no purpose. It is a the old scoundrel gets soundly thrashed at last, I never wouder, too, how he could have been so stupid, when could see that the modus operandi is so particularly imthere are so many routes to this desirable haven. He cer

portant. tainly must have been a bad navigator, too, or he would Now, without pursuing this question, or glancing at the have got around the Horn, some how, at some time. But disappointment of the adventurer—the long days of toil it was reserved for the adventurous sons of Jonathan to in unhealthy waters—the burning heat of the sun—the make the successful voyage, and with the sword to cut the chilling nights on a dreary soil-the fevers of the mind as way to fortune; and instead of diverging like radii from well as of the body-the hope deferred-the horror of bea cominon centre, to take the outermost limit, and to claim ing mixed with such society—the desolation of all good as his own all that he walked around and into. Showing that he must see around him, mingling with the memory conclusively that instead of bothering one's brain about get- of the calm delights, the peaceful repose, the joys and ting on the right side of a question, the safest plan is to purity of home-the glad eyes of sister or mother left beget around it, and capture it by force of arms, as the Irish hind, but now seemingly looking out sadly upon the policeman did with the mob. It suves a vast deal of hair- scene-the longings for that paradise once more, where in splitting, in argument, and of irrelevant discussion, first boyhood he put up a prayer at the parental knee :-Withto knock down your man, and then pinion him. Or like the out speaking of all this, is the reward, reader, worthy of Cockney sportsman, who winged the farmer's goose, to say your sacrifice or of mine, of present comforts and present that

you " only came out for the sport, and now that you friends. I think not. The road to fortune, to honorable have hit the bird, you have no objection to buy him." advancement, is open and plainly marked here, and beaten Jonathan in this case, and in this way, seems to have as it is, with the tread of many feet, it offers fur greater bagged the one that laid the golden eggs, which we used chances of success than all the sparkling sands of Calito read of in the nursery, and a whole army of his sons fornia, mixed as they are with all that is vile and unworare now rifling her nest. She must have left behind her thy. In that immense crowd of adventurers, which is a prolific brood if she satisfies the whole of them. The pouring in from every clime, virtue and goodness will be veriest “madness of the moon,” must impart a feeble but as pearls dropped into the sea-selfishness unmitipulse, compared with the fever which Jonathan's lucky gated, vice unabashed, and even red-handed murder, will hit has created in the whole family. Homeopathy is rear aloft their hideous forms, overawing all decency, and totally at fault in this disease. Nothing but very violent setting at naught "all law, all precedent, all right.” The depletion will answer.

very absence of all female restraint, their tender charities, The whole body of family physicians, and nurses of the and gentle generosities and affections, and noble self body politic, have their hands full, and the multifarious sacrifices, which knit the bands of society together and practice sets at naught the popular idea of perfection, as render man human, will there cause to be let loose all the a necessary consequence. It is gratifying to know, how- sayage passions and instincts of our natures, and a vast ever, that in the absence of consistent and regular treat- army of unprincipled men, fierce in the pursuit of wealth, ment, the popular remedy applied in its early stages is unrelenting in their towering selfishness as the grave, conducive to longevity and temperance—those who suffer will make California a second Pandemonium. What is severely from the fever here, and become exceedingly all the gold of the earth, in a land of wrong and violence, dry in consequence, are cured effectually by Going and that smells of blood heaven-high, with the whole atmoAROUND THE Horn. Lying water-logged under the Tro-sphere below tainted with its appalling odor ? pics being rather a different thing from “getting up a No! let us stay at home, and cultivate habits of indusbreeze” at home, and being eminently suggestive of try, economy and temperance. With a vigilant eye and a steady step pursue the path which has been marked out devoted coadjutor in Mr. Crump, a man of various for us to tread through life-never swerving from our duty learning and diligent application. This journal is shockto the allurements of pleasure-or by the discouragements ingly “made up,” to our taste, and is all over disfigured of defeat-but up and on! fearless, determined, brave; with staring black head-lines, which look to our eye like looking all danger manfully in the face; grappling with the sable of a hearse-its " postscript" is our particular all difficulties, if not with the strength, with the determi- horror. nation of giants to overcome; never growing faint or The DAILY NEWS.–The absence of Judge Conrad from weary in well doing--and my life for it, in ten years you the daily press seems to have reinvigorated his powers, will not exchange places with the proudest aristocrat in and has given additional force to his pen, and fire to his California, whose heart and brain have been seared in the thoughts ; like an unprisoned eagle, with a spring he darts acquisition of wealth. Above all things, let those of us to the skies and gazes in the sun. Some of the finest who stay behind imitate the self command of the adven- articles he ever wrote have appeared in the News. Every turers who have gone, and go boldly and resolutely subject that Judge Conrad touches, seems to have been “ AROUND THE HORN" here, and depend upon it, we shall fused, as in a furnace, and the metal flies off in lumps find that the true philosopher's stone-the real Eldorado- from his gigantic mind. His intellect illumes and per. the place where we may truly enjoy the horn of Plenty vades every part of his subject, and when he drops it, there and the cup of Peace, is AT HOME-AROUND OUR own is nothing more to be said. His compact, all-grasping HEARTH-STONE-where the light of kind eyes, and the sentences, may furnish subjects for whole leaders to others, prayers of warm and true hearts ascend to heaven with but the vitality has been extracted, and any treatment of our own, for guidance and protection.

G. R. G. the topic is tame and impotent in contrast. He does not,

however, always seem to know the power of the words

he uses, and will give a whack with his sledge-hammer THE PHILADELPHIA DAILY PRESS.

with a will at a fly, which would effectually knock down The Nortı AMERICAN.—The very head and front of an ox. Hence he should never write short paragraphs the offending party journals, oracular, dignified, and emi- upon unimportant topics—his style is too ponderous. The nently solemn. Doctor Bird's leaders have a stately look News, as a political sheet, is well managed, barring some in solid column, and his political articles read as if they desire, occasionally manifested, to pull, for personal ends, had been subjected to a very patient drill before showing the strings of its influence; but it is sadly deficient in themselves to the public eye; but his fine genius flashes mercantile news and facts. At this writing, too, it is out the moment he touches a congenial subject. Of all shamefully brought out, and is made up as if the matter American writers we look upon him as the best qualified | had been sifted over the form, and then locked-up and to conduct a literary journal, or a monthly review. But, printed, and very badly printed at that. Mr. Sanderson alas! he is a martyr, who must groan under the daily re- should look to this, for the general editing of his News is sponsibilities of a party organ, with a hearty disrelish of its too good to come before the public under so great a disduties. Why should two such men as Bird and Bryant advantage. be sold into slavery in politics, and be thus comparatively The Public LEDGER.-Unquestionably the best penny lost to the lovers of polite literature? “ Independent," paper that has ever been established-showing in all its the Washington correspondent of the journal, dashes in appointments the very perfection of mechanical execution, like Saladin, and wo to the Christian who gets a full stroke and in its news collection and collation, sleepless enterof his scimiter; he is cloven to the chin, or has something prise and vigilance, as well as persevering ability. Its to nurse and to remember. His egotism has been objected leaders are unequal, for the most part written with great to by those who dislike his slasliing style, but that, as much force and adroitness, upon topics familiar or of practical as his correctness of information, has given his corres- utility, but occasionally insufferably stupid and dull. On pondence character. He is at least fearless in the use of scientific topics it affects the ultra-learned. We always his weapon, and strikes at high and low with equal drop the Ledger when it gets upon “ oligies.” Mr. Lane, strength and temerity. Hennis gives us once in a while whose quiet humor occasionally gleams out in his short his touching little essays, conceived in the quiet beauty of editorial articles, like lightning from the edge of a summer Mr. Chandler's style—the Gamaliel at whose feet he sat cloud, is unquestionably the best news man in our daily and learned. For the rest, we do not like the paper. It is press; clear and discriminative, you always find in his heavy, cautious, and cruelly cold and selfish.

columns all that ought to be said of any and every news Tue INQUIRER.–The model of a daily family paper, fact, and no more. A nicety of judgment very rarely marked by continued and unwearied industry, and beaming attained, and never in our experience so fully, as in the with the kindly nature of its editor. Its ample pages are case of the late Mr. Holden of the Courier, crowded with well-chosen selections and active scissor- The Sun.-Graced by a good humor that po annoy. ing of news paragraphs; not, however, always carefully ance can ruffle, but occasionally inclined to mischief. pruned and clipped down. It is only once in a while that Carelessly giving a whack, regardless of consequences, Mr. Morris shows us that he can write, and his Saturday and forgetting it at the same instant. We regard Mr. Readings are full of the warm impulses and genuine kind- Wallace as a most able man in any paper; enduring, perness of the man, but are written more for purposes of good severing, and always on the alert. We know of no one than to display his powers. Occasionally he warms up in his department of a newspaper who can for so long a in his general articles, and lets out a spark or two, shows time continue to perform downright hard, honest good us a glimpse of the wealth he hoards, and causes us to labor. His nervęs and his temper are equally enduring. wish for continued examples of the ability he possesses. He appears to have been born where they sing - Old VirIn his political leaders he sometimes is forced by unfair giny never tire," and to have lived through life, the music, opponents into a little causticity at the opening of his the temper, and the sentiment of the song. The topmost article, but he relents before he gets through, and will bubble of his heart always sparkles. He is, too, what we most likely give his “friend” a chance to back out of his like, a pretty good hater, though with a good deal more blunder. He has not the heart, though he possesses the philosophy than is often practiced, in taking his revenges. strength, to press his antagonist to the wall, and to pin With his editorials, his Son makes a capital newspaper, him there. Mr. Morris has an agreeable, ready and I agreeable, gossipy and gay. The news is filled in with

the coolness of an experienced hand, and with the up-, pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend." Without rightness and newspaper devotion of his father, he will misconstruing this text more than texts are usually misone day stand as high.

interpreted, I opine, that from those same“ lenders' book '' THE PENNSYLVANIAN.-Col. Forney is the best political of past generations the current literature of our day is editor that his party has ever had in Philadelphia-dis- being manufuctured. The vast shapes of the Past have ceruing, prompt and fearless. He deals, however, too overshadowed the Present, and we are in the umbra of the much in light skirmishing, and pops his enemy off once in eclipse. Pray tell me if there is room left in the whole a while from an unsuspected cedar-bush, merely to show length and breadth of the world for an epic, without the accuracy of his aim. But he is an able tactician, and trenching upon the preemption rights of Homer, Virgil, when he does close fairly, his opponent finds him a tough Dante, Tasso and Milton? Then as regards dramatic and smewy customer. His articles seem for the most part poetry—"ahem! Shakspeare." Wit and humor? What, to have been dashed off at a heat, and lack the polishing after Chaucer, Rabelais, Ben Jonson, Cervantes, Butler, touch. He often, too, uses a hard word for its sound Swift, Pope, Sterne, the Spectator writers generally, Fieldwhere another would be more effective. Occasionally he ing and Smollet? Are there any new Continents to be sits down in earnest, blocks out his ground, and makes discovered ? Our own Irving, to be sure, has been cruissure and steady advances; and especially when he has ing among beautiful summer islands, and returned with a occasion to defend Mr. Buchunan, his intellect is fully wondrous store of wealth-jewels and gold tissues, fraaroused and on the alert-he then writes with his full grant gums, Hesperidean apples, painted Salvages, flowvigor and spirit, and writes well. His partner, Mr. ers and odorous spices, to the world unknown before. The Hamilton, is one of the most capable business printers that gentle Elia has embroidered incomparable tapestries, and we know, and every thing in his department is marked formed the school of the age. Scott gathers in his mighty by exactness and proficiency. The press-work of the arms the banners of a hundred conquests, and for meloPennsylvanian, on each issue, is what the magazines dious versification (after Spenser) Coleridge, Shelley and would call ** a specimen number.”

Moore, in The Times.-A jaunty, crotchetty, impudent little

“ Numbers moving musically,” sheet, filled with quibs and quirks, and a sort of laughing have filled the world with harmonies, to which no echoes philosophy that shouts over seriousness. Its editor, would, answer. Who shall sweep the strings of passion after if he could, go to his own funeral dressed in ribbons, and Byron! Truly, with much thankfulness for the kind inwearing a look of rejoicing. He has the happiness of tentions of those who have written for Posterity, we never seeming for a moment anxious; and you mnight as might add that it is a pity they did not leave Posterity a well punch at a wreath of smoke with a foil, as attempt little chance to write for himself. But since it is so, let to interest him in a serious controversy. He will answer

us, with due credit, make free for a time with some of your arguments with a pun, your serious reasoning with those same "lenders' books," for as George Wither a laugh, and will set ridiculously ou end your most care- quaintly saysfully rounded sentence, and go to hacking at its grammar.

"We are neither just nor wise, Having got you out of humor, he will decline all con

If present mercies we despise; troversy with you, if you cannot observe the decencies and

Or mind not how there may be made proprieties. So that the man who urges a controversy

A thankful use of what we had." with Du Solle, has his anger for his pains, and is fuming Room, then ! for one of Dante's Angelswhile he is chatting and laughing unconcernedly upon " And now there came o'er the perturbed waves, some other more agreeable topic. Yet the Times has never Loud-crashing, terrible, a sound that made given him scope to show the real ability and general in

Either shore tremble, as if of a wid

Impetuous, from conflicting vapors sprung, formation he possesses. He should be in the Ledger with That 'gainst some forest driving all bis might, Lane, he would settle the “ologies” in short metre. Plucks off the branches, beats them down, and hurls THE BULLETIN.-Our only evening paper, but managed

Afar; then, onward passing, proudly sweeps

His whirlwind rage, while beasts and shepherds fly. with

great enterprise and vigor. Mr. Peterson's strong Saxon words and nervous style, combined with his various

As frogs and correct learning, make the leading articles of this Before their foe, the serpent, through the wave journal among the ablest that we rend anywhere, and have

Ply swiftly all, till at the ground each one

Lies on a heap; more than a thousand spirits stamped a high value upon the leading column. There Destroyed, so siw I fleeing before one is a want of editorial tact in its less imposing, but equally

Who passed with unwet feet the Stygian sound, important digest of news and facts. It has all the news,

He, from his face removing the gross air,

oft his left hand forth stretched, and seemed alone but it has it in bulk, and looks at times, with its henvy, Of that amoyance wearied, I perceived solid nonpariel, like a little man covered with black That he was sent from heaven; and to my guide

Turned me, who sigund made that I should stand patches, or as if part of the paper had gone into mourning

Quiet and beud to him. Ah me! how full for the absence of an itemizer. It is always up, however, Of noble anger sermed he. To the gate to the full requirements of the public in its telegraphic de

He came, and with his wand touched it, whereut

Open without impediment it flew !" spatches, and it had—what has become of him—the writer of money articles that was most regarded here. For the Compare this with Milton's Raphaelrest, it affects a very nice morality in regard to the theatres,

"Down thither prone in flight which we do not like, and do not pretend to understand.

He speeds, and through the vast ethereal sky

Suled between worlds and worlds, with steady wing, It is too deep for us. It advertises for the theatres, but

Now on the polar winds, then with quick fan does not notice them. Are they wrong, or right, or neither ? Winnows the buxom air; till within soar We suppose there must be a nice line, which casuists who Of towering eagles, to all fowls he seems

A phenix, gazed by all, as that sole bird, examine morals with a microscope have detected.

When to enshrine his reliques in the sun's

Bright temple, to Egyptian Thebes he fies."

Or the fight of SatanDEAR GRAHAM,- Poor Tom says, "Let not the creak

"Sometimes ing of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left, heart to women: keep thy hand out of plackets, and thy Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars

G. R G.

Up to the fiery concave, towering high.

“Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, As when far off at sea a fleet descried

And Phabus 'gins arise, Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds

Ilis steeds to water at those springs Close sailing from Bengalu, or the Isles

On chaliced flowers that lies; Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring

And winking May-buds begin Their spicy drugs: they on the trading flood

To ope their golden eyes : Through the wide Ethiopean to the Cape

With every thing that pretty bin, Ply, stemming nightly toward the pole. So seemed

My lady sweet, arise." Far off the flymg fiend."

Or this from ShelleyDo you not think Dante's angel the most spiritual? He

“ Higher still and higher says,

From the earth thou springest, "he wore

Like a cloud of fire! The semblance of a man by other care

The blue deep thou wingest, Beset, and keenly pressed, than thought of him

And singing, still dost sour; and soaring, ever singest. Who in his presence stand.”

In the golden lightning And Milton

Of the sunken suni, on some great charge employed

O'er which clouds are brightening, He seemed, or fixed in cogitation deep."

Thou dost tloat and run;

Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun. The thought here is evidently borrowed from the Italian

All the earth and air “lender's book."

With thy voice is loud, There is a strange propensity to follow these lofty flights;

As, when night is bare,

From one lonely cloud as when in looking from an eminence we feel a temptation | The moon rains out her beams and hearen is orer flowed." to breast the blue ether below us. We are fairly in the wake of Satan when he

Coleridge, too, in his Ancient Mariner

“ Sometimes adropping from the sky " Shares with level wing the deep, then soars

I heard the sky-burk sing; Up to the fiery concave-"

Sometimes all little birds that are, And now since we are pinion-mounted, like Icarus or

Now they seemed to fill the sea and air

With their sweet jargoning! Daniel O'Rourke. let us select a few more familiar speci- And now 't was like all instruments, mens of flying. “Look you," from Coleridge

Now like a lonely flute;

And now it is an angel's song,
" Triumphant on the bosom of the storm

That makes the heavens be mute."
Glances the fire-clad eagle's wheeling form."

And Wordsworth in that beautiful couplet-
And lo! from Shelly an eagle,

“Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam; " —a winged form

True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!" On all the winds of heaven approaching ever Floated, dilaling as it came; the storm

There is a sweet little bird in the description of a SamPursued it with fierce blusts and lightnings swift and mer's morning, by Thomas Miller, which I would sain add warm."

to this goodly companyThe Viking's war-ship, from Longfellow's Saga of the

" A little bird now hops beside the brook, Skeleton in Arinor is a brave picture,

Peeping about like an affrighted nun,
“ As with his wings aslant,

And ever as she drinks doth uproard look,
Suls the fierce cormorant,

Twitters and drinks again; then seeks her cloistered nook.'
Seeking some rocky haunt,
With his prey laden:

But alas the prettiest part of it is borrowed from one of
So toward the open main,

those same “ lenders' books." John Bunyan's—no less. Beating to sea again

The Interpreter takes Christiana into the “Significant
Through the wild hurricane,
Bore I the maiden."

Rooms," where he shows her that " one of the chickens And Dryden, in his Annus Mirabilis, hath likewise a war

went to the trough to drink, and every time she drank she ship that flies!

lifted up her eyes toward heaven. "See,' said he, what

this little chick doth, and learn of her to acknowledge “With roomy deck, and guns of mighty strength, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow laves,

whence your mercies come, by receiving them with lookDeep in her draught, and warlike in her length,

ing up,'” And now, having winged vur way froin angels She seems a sea-wasp flying o'er the waves."

to John Bunyan, let us lay these same lenders' books upon But of all winged things the sky-lark is the bird of the the shelves until a future period. Truly thine, poets. Hear Shakspeare

RICHARD HAYWARDE.

REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS.

The Salamander : Found amongst the Papers of the late in the story and the changes in the thought or feeling ex

Ernest Helfenstein. Edited by E. Oakes Smith. Second pressed. By a felicity of nature, Mrs. Smith appears Edition. New York : George P. Putnam. 1 rol. 12mo. instinctively to subordinate the material to the spiritual;

Mrs. Smith has written nothing so well calculated to and thus by making the former simply the symbol by convey to the majority of readers a clear sense of the which she expresses the latter, she spiritualizes matter, richness, originality, and elevation of her genius, as this and makes it the living body of the soul. She vivifies and wonderful little story. It evinces a high degree of crea- vitalizes the form until it becomes o'er informed with tive power, being an organic product of the mind, with a spirit. Natural objects as used by the poet, derive all their central principle of life, and vital in every part. The effect from being the pictorial language of impassioned scenery, events and characters have all a living connection thought, the visible image being but the embodiment to with the leading idea of the work, and illustrate each the eye of the viewless force which penetrates and aniother. The form is the ever facile and yielding instrument mates it; and fitly to employ objects as exponents of of the plastic spirit within, and varies with the variations thoughts, a firm, decisive grasp of spiritual realities, of

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