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guard us against sorrows such as others feel, and, | them insusceptible of the idea of any law but that out of the difficulties and dangers that surround us, code which they form for themselves. If this be we shall gather materials for happiness; as I have a vice, I am afraid all the world are more or less heard my uncle say, that the inhabitants of the fro- tainted with it, for we shall very seldom find our zen zone render their warm cabins impervious to appreciation of crimes and delinquencies either althe cold wintry blast, by covering them thickly with together conformable to the laws of our country or the snow itself.’ to the laws of God. A man grievously insulted by another, knocks him down and beats him heartily. All this is quite contrary to law, and yet it would be difficult to find any one who, in his heart, would pronounce him culpable. In greater things, alas, it is the same; and each man picks out of the great mass of offences his own little store of reservations, which he thinks very justifiable, though harsh legislators have condemned them.”

So reasons youth; ay, reader, and it reasons justly too; for those who have known what it is to have loved truly and well, will recollect that, under the touch of sorrow-which every one, more or less, is destined to feel—the tender and the true affection has burned out with brighter lustre from the dark things that surround it. All ordinary stones we back with tinsel; we set the diamond upon black the lighter affections may gleam with borrowed rays from the glittering things of prosperity; true love, the beacon of life, shines most brilliantly in the darkest night. Julie, too, felt that it was so; and, with such words and anticipations of the future, gathering firmness from each other, they rode on, till at length they reached the place

of their rendezvous, and there dismounted to wait the coming of the count."

LOVE'S EMOTIONS INDESCRIBABLE.

MORAL AND SOCIAL EPIDEMICS.

"As diseases and plagues affecting the body are generally diffused over the whole world, at particular periods, each country suffering, in its degree, nearly at the same time, so moral pestilences and social maladies are equally epidemic, and we find, at particular epochs, almost all countries suffering from them alike. Indeed a curious historical table might be made, showing, in parallel, the vices and follies of each particular epoch, with their modifi"Where is the artist who could ever paint a cations in various countries; the military madness cataract? They may represent the white expanse of one period, the sanguinary fury of another; the of falling water, the foam, the rocks, the spray; bloody fever of civil wars appearing in its season but where is the motion? where is the rush of the over the whole world; the licentious scabies spreadtorrent, the ever-changing glistening of the dashing ing abroad in another; the spasms of fanaticism, stream, the life-the busy and tumultuous life-of the atony of infidelity, the St. Vitus' dance of the quick waves? It has never yet been done; and levity, and the delirium tremens of revolution, folthose who attempt to convey by description mo- lowing each other periodically, and affecting the ments of eager and tumultuous joy, such as Francis whole frame of society." de Langy and Julie d'Artonne knew at that moment, will likewise fail in conveying aught but a cold, inanimate picture to the mind of the reader. The eager question, the rapid reply, the look of love, the pause of enjoyment, the pressure of the hand, the sigh of obtrusive memory, the anxious scanning of each feature to see if time has inflicted no injury, the thousand nameless shades of expression upon the face, the varying tones, the words understood and answered ere half spoken, and the confused and agitated emotions, gushing, as from a fountain, from the heart of love-these defy description, and leave the pen or the tongue all powerless."

MISERIES OF THE LAW'S DELAY.

"It was now, as the reader, if he have computed

exactly, will know, the early spring of the year, before the sun has made any great progress, ere the days have lengthened or become warm. He had passed the evening in the place, so happily and poetically, named the Salle de Pas perdus, the Hall of Lost Steps, where the suiters in causes tried before the parliament were accustomed to waste the weary hours of expectation, ere their causes came on for hearing. He had found some little matter for interest in watching various persons, as they paced up and down from one end of that long stone-paved hall to the other; and many was the dark, many the sad history, which he thought he "These tidings were too true; poor Jean Ma- could trace upon those sad and care-worn counterais had been tried and condemned with very little nances. Now, went by a man advanced in life, delay, and it must be acknowledged that the sen- with a pale face and shrunken features, and a hagtence of his judges was just. It is true that he gard eye, bent, sightless, upon the ground, while was condemned, for that which he did not himself the thread-bare coat, the ill-washed collar and rufbelieve to be a crime, for there are particular per- fles, the black-hilted sword, worn white at the edges sons whose minds are so constituted by nature, or of the sheath, spoke that fiercest kind of poverty have been so twisted by circumstances, as to render which fastens on the well-born and the well-bred,

BLINDNESS IN THE PERCEPTION OF CRIME.

VOL. IX-64

BRITISH OPPRESSION.

BY WILLIAM OLAND BOURNE.

Elizabeth Day, (a girl of 17.) "I don't go to Sunday School. The truth is, we are confined bad enough on week days, and want to walk about on Sundays. I can't read at all. Jesus Christ was Adam's son, and they nailed him on a tree.”—Evidence before the Commissioners on the Employment of Children; Mines and Collieries.

Ann Eggley, (aged 18.) "I have heard of Christ performing miracles, but I don't know what sort of things they were. He died by their pour

once did hear that he was nailed to a cross. Three

times ten make twenty. There are fourteen months in a year, but I don't know how many weeks

and sucks the heart's blood with the mouth of a vampire. Speechless, silent, mournful, he walked along, the ever-bitter presence of his own despair shutting out from his sight all other object. Then came a more angry kind of grief, one roused into rage by loss, and disappointment, and delay, with an irregular step, an eye generally cast down, but raised at the sound of every opening door, hands clinched with twitching, with convulsive eagerness, and lips muttering the reproach and curse; he took the accustomed walk of the long-expectant suiter. Then came the widowed mother and her stripling son, looking in vain for their denied inheritance, with meek, sad countenances, and often tearfuling fire and brimstone down his throat. I think I eyes; she in sad communion with her own painful thoughts, he grieving for himself and her, and striving to win her from her gloomy reveries by idle prattle, that only rendered them more bitter and more deep. Ever and anon, however, would pass by the fluttering advocate, with his conceited air of conscious importance; or the successful litigant, smiling and chattering, and taking snuff from his gold box; or the smooth attorney, mocking the victims of the law with soft soothings and insincere consolations; or the grim notary and greffier, the executioners of many a hard decree. It was a sad, an humbling, a despairing scene; and, as the day drew towards a close, the dropping sound of rain, fast falling from the far projecting caves, was heard between the intervals of steps, while the light grew dim and gray under the heavy clouds that covered the skies, rendering the aspect of the whole more melancholy."

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN KNOWLEDGE AND EXPE

RIENCE.

there are."-Ib.
Edmund Kushay, (a boy.) "Mr. Milner ex-
amined this boy, and found on his body from 24
to 26 wounds. His posteriors and loins were
beaten almost to a jelly; his head, which was al-
most cleared of hair on the scalp, had the marks
of many old wounds upon it, which had healed up;
one of the bones in one arm was broken below the
elbow, and, from appearances, seemed to have been
so for some time."-Ib.-Kennedy, App., pt. ii,
P. 218, § 260-3.

"One of the most disgusting sights I have ever seen," says a sub-commissioner, “was that of young females, dressed like boys in trowsers, crawling on all fours, with belts around their waists and chains passing between their legs, at Hunshelf Bank, Holmfirth, New Mills, and other places."-Ib.-Symens, Report, § iii, et seq; App., pt. i, pp. 181–2.

Overlooker examined. "Walks round with a stick in his hand; if a child is drowsy over his work, touches that child on the shoulder, and leads it to an iron cistern full of water. He then takes

"It seems, at first sight, strange that men in years always attribute to long life the gift of experience; they think that knowledge must be gained the child by the feet, heedless of sex, and dips it by time, and are always convinced themselves that, overhead in the cistern, and sends it back to work. Have a vast number of cripples, some just according to the period they have lived in the world, must be their knowledge of the world, from losing their limbs, some from standing too and the ignorance of those who are younger than long. Begins with a pain in the ankles; after that

themselves.

"But so it is, and perhaps it is very natural, for they have no gauge by which to measure the amount of what others have acquired but that which they have acquired themselves; and thus the good Abbé Arnoux, simply because he had seen more than sixty years, fancied that he had infinitely more experience than Francis de Langy, who had not seen twenty, forgetting that the only serviceable experience is derived from an acquaintance with men, and things, and events, and not from hours, or months, or years; so that many a one is a child at seventy, and many a man, full grown in intellect and old in experience, has not a gray hair on his head."

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they ask to sit down, but they must not. Then
they are weak in the knee; then knock-kneed; ther
their feet turn out; they become splay-footed,
and their ankles become as big as my fist.”—Eci-
dence on the Employment of Children in Factories
Mr. Thomas Daniel, examined.
"I consider them to be constantly in a state of grief,
though some of them cannot shed tears."—Ib.

"No one has before entered my cellar to-day, except the officer, and he took my last shilling for taxes.-Glory and shame of England, vol. i, p. 186. Is this in England's favored Isle,

Which boasts her peerless light and law,
Whose starving children perish, while
Whole nations thence existence draw?
Where thrones are set with starry gems,
And babes are born to diadems,

And pomp and power, with glittering show,
Around the halls of grandeur throw
A dazzling scene of richest ray,
Where parasites can sport and play?

Can this be England, whence they fling
O'er the whole earth a gorgeous sheen,
Around whose standard millions cling,

And on whose fiat nations lean?
-Whose thronedom spreads from sun to sun,
And when the orb of day has run
Through half his course-seen glory here,-
Shines there to dry a nation's tear?
-Whose master-spirits seal the doom
Of Freedom, in her youngest bloom,
Or with a single word can free
The distant islands of the sea?

--England! whose throbbing pulse can beat
And lay earth's riches at her feet,
Yet spurns her children from her sight

To lay them down in sorrow's night!

Is this your freedom, vaunted Isle!

Where slaves may never touch your shoresWhere legal freedom rears a pile

Of terror-trophies at your doors?
And by the strongest arm of law
Strikes the repining soul with awe,
Or galls the kneeling wretch with chains,
Whose links corrosive are his gains?
-Tell me, is freedom ruling there,
Where royal peers reject the prayer,
Baptized in scalding tears of pain,
And offered up for years in vain?
-While empty titles drain the gold
For pampered minions, there enrolled
Among the fav'rites of the Crown,
Whose songs the groans of millions drown?

Call ye that Freedom, sage or peer,

Which, 'neath the mask of Freedom's name, Constructs a dread Procrustean bier

Of sin and sorrow, woe and shame,
On which a million spirits lie,
In tearless grief to groan and die?
While splendid villany can roll
Its proud oppression on the soul,
And cast around its iron bed
The lone penumbra of the dead?

Thousands have breathed, and toiled, and died:

Not lived, but dragged existence on-

Sprung up to pour their crimson tide,

To swell the grandeur of the throne;

For

your philosophy profound,

At last, an alchemy has found,

By which your children's blood and tears,
Refined for just a thousand years,
Give gold, which daily now ye draw
Through crucibles of British law-
Then, proudly vaunting of your trust,
Ye turn the skeleton to dust:
And with the gold ye thus obtain,
From some half-flowing, weakening vein,
Ye pamper vampyres, lords and knaves,
And build rich tombs to mark their graves,
Or with magnificence can rear

Some costly pile for folly's praise-
Wring gems and jewels for a peer,
Or spend a million for a chaise!

Go, see yon puling, crawling worm,
Goaded and stung with lash and thong-

Is that a fair, immortal gerin,

Which, like an earth-worm, creeps along?
Wretched and crippled, he must pay
The tax of life, and die away-
Nor feel one ray of gladness' beam,
Nor take one draught of pleasure's stream,
Nor learn one thought beyond the gloom,
Which makes his life a living tomb,
Nor feel one sorrow leave his breast,

To make him know his high behest-
But breathes, and toils, and starves, and sighs,
Reclines in rags, and groans, and dies.

See! ye have dried the social stream,
Of which they never e'en inay dream,
And made the world of spirit lie

A thirsty sand waste, drear and dry!
Ye scourge your sons with dari
ing bands,
Ye cause the burdens which they bear-
Ye tax their labor, reason, lands,

Aye tax the fetters which they wear;
And with your power ye enstamp

The pallid brow of him who clings
Around your feet, and heedless tramp
On human forms, like slimy things!
New-York, July 4th, 1843.

EDITOR'S TABLE.

DEATH OF WASHINGTON ALLSTON, ESQ. The pen and pencil of this elegant writer and eminent painter are now fallen from his hand forever. He died, at his residence in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on Saturday, the 8th July last. He had been in feeble health for several years, but his decease was entirely unexpected, even to his family.

The genius and inspired productions of this gifted and ripe scholar and artist demand a lofty notice, one far above our accomplishment, even had we the time and materials for the undertaking. As we have neither of these, and cannot let the opportunity pass without some tribute to his memory, we take the following from the New-York "Tribune." A review of his works and life, from some one of the able pens of the State of his birth, or of his adoption, will find a welcome to our pages.

"Mr. Allston stood confessedly at the head of the Painters of his time. He was a native of South Carolina, and entered Harvard College in 1796, having spent his preparatory term, by the advice of his physicians, at Newport, Rhode Island. He was distinguished even then in both the fields of his subsequent lofty fame, and being, smitten with the love of Painting, for which he had a strong natu ral genius, embarked for London in 1801, with a brother artist, and spent some three years as a student of the Royal Academy, of which West was then President. In 1804, he went with Vanderlyn to Paris, and thence to Italy, where he remained four years. Returning to America in 1809, he married, at Boston, a sister of the late Dr. Channing, and in 1811 sailed again for England. His reputation was now well established, both at home and abroad, and his picture of the Dead Man raised by Elisha's Bones' gained from the British Institution, where the most famous artists of the world were his competitors, the prize of two hundred guineas; the picture was afterwards sold to the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts for $3,500. In 1813, just after his own recovery from a severe and dangerous illness, the sudden death of his wife cast him into the deepest depression

and melancholy. In 1817, he accompanied Leslie to Paris, of ennobling thoughts, and the consolations of that religion and in 1818, returned to his native land and took up his which looks to a higher world as its final home. Such a residence, where it has ever since continued to be, at Cam-life, elevated and sanctified by such a genius, is a fountain bridgeport. In 1830, he married a sister of Mr. R. H. of perpetual beauty and abiding good. It should not end Dana, who has survived him.

"Mr. Allston was a man of rare genius and a noble ornament of that class, of whom, not our Land alone, but the Age stands highly in need, who love the Art to which their souls are wedded, not for the wealth or honors it may command, but for its own high sake, and who find in it-as Coleridge found in Poetry-its own exceeding great reward.' He has come but seldom-especially of late years before the public; but his life has been given to his Art, and his Art will give immortality to his fame. With a devotion, unexampled in the present age so far as we are aware, he has spent the last ten or fifteen years of his life mainly on one great painting- Belshazzar's Feast, or the Hand-writing on the Wall'-a theme worthy of his genius, and one which he cannot fail to have treated with original and creative power. Nearly all his subjects were chosen from the Bible, and have been treated in a most lofty and worthy style. His spirit was as grand and religious as the themes upon which he wrought; his genius was most at home in the other world, and he has embodied ideas of the superhuman and divine with unequalled and majestic skill. Coleridge, with whom when in Italy he formed a close and intimate friendship, which endured till it was severed by death, pronounced him by far the greatest genius, as an artist, America has ever produced. This, from so high a source, is no unmeaning or worthless compliment.

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with the term of nature, but be given to the world in a fitting form, as a lasting, inestimable possession. Mr. Allston was fortunate in having for a kinsman and friend one so eminently fitted to be his biographer as Mr. Dana. Gifted with genius as lofty and pure as that of his departed friend-filled with the same spirit of high endeavor-conversant in the same departments of Truth and Letters, and for a long series of years familiar with his thoughts, and feelings, and purposes, he is far better qualified, in every respect, than any other person to give to the world his Life and Remains. Such a work, done as he alone can do it, would entitle Mr. Dana to the warmest thanks of the public. We ardently trust it will speedily be undertaken and at once announced."

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ST. ANN'S HALL.

The circular of this Hall; which appeared upon the cover of the last Messenger, presents a satisfactory account of the devoted founder's views and plans; but we take pleasure, from our personal knowledge of the operations of the institution, to commend it to the notice of our friends, as in all respects suited to the purpose which it has in view,the thorough education of our daughters, with a constant reference to the nature and extent of that influence which they are destined to exert, in domestic life and in the social circle.

If it be true, as a distinguished writer has observed, that "Man carries with him, to the forum, the notions which woman has discussed with him at the domestic fireside;” and, if it be true, as so many of us have experienced, that "a man takes counsel of his wife, and obeys his mother, evea after she has gone hence, so that the sentiments which she has inculcated, become principles stronger even than his

our daughters, to be prepared for the fulfilment of their high duties, should be distinctly understood. In commending any school or seminary, we feel the weight of the responsibility which we assume; but inquiries which we have recently been led to institute, enable us to say advisedly, that the favorable sentiments entertained by our lamented friend, the late Editor of the Messenger, one of whose daughters is now a pupil at St. Ann's, are fully war ranted.

"Though Painting was undoubtedly the art in which he most excelled, Mr. Allston was well and widely known as a most accomplished scholar and a writer of great power and the nicest taste. In the earlier years of his life he wrote several Poems of great and enduring merit, of which the Sylphs of the Seasons,' 'The Paint King,' The Two Painters,' The Tuscan Maid,' and others, will readily recur to the memory of our readers. He has given to the world but little prose-Monaldi' being his chief publica-passions;" the character of the institutions where we place tion. This was written as early as 1822, but never published till 1841. Though professing to be simply a Tale,' it evinces a dramatic power and a philosophic knowledge of human passion possessed by few writers of any age. We have reason to believe that, though devoted mainly to Painting, his pen was not idle-and that he has left behind him a rich treasure of which, ere long, we trust the world may enjoy a share. Essays on various subjects, and a series of Discourses on Fine Art, we believe, may be looked for among his Remains. As a Painter, as he has said of The "boarding-school," with its attendant serious evils, Monaldi, 'he differed from his contemporaries no less in so well known and lamented by our mothers, and our wives kind than in degree. If he held any thing in common with and daughters, here gives place to an institution of a difothers, it was with those of ages past-with the mighty ferent grade. One of its distinguishing features is its utter dead of the fifteenth century: from them he had learned renunciation of all public exhibitions and public examina the language of his art, but his thoughts and their turn of tions, from which the natural delicacy and refinement of a expression were his own.' Among his principal works woman instinctively teach her to shrink. Instead of the are the Angel liberating Peter from prison,' of which a personal ambition, and too often, unamiable rivalry of boardsmall copy was recently exhibited in this City; Jacob's ing-schools, excited by premiums, good marks and medals, Dream,' now in possession of the Earl of Egremont; Eli- there is a cheerful coöperation, and affectionate union, for jah in the Desert,' purchased by Mr. Labouchere, of the the accomplishment of certain objects, in which all feel a British Parliament; the Angel Uriel in the Sun,' belong-common interest, and make common cause. The pupils ing to the Marquis of Stafford; Saul and the Witch of are afforded the advantage of separate instruction, indepen. Endor; Spalatro's Vision of the Bloody Hand;' 'Gabriel dent of their ordinary recitations in their classes; and these setting the Guard of the Heavenly Host;' 'Anne Page and class recitations aim rather at effecting, by concert, the Slender; Beatrice,' and other exquisite productions held elucidation of a certain topic, than at ascertaining which by gentlemen of Boston. particular members of the class are to be praised, admired "Mr. Allston died at the age of sixty-four-closing at and flattered, as possessing the best memory, or the great. that ripe time a life of serene and quiet beauty, distinguish-est readiness at explaining what may have been the subject ed not less by its enduring, unswerving Christian faith, of the appointed lesson. From several years' experience, than by its lofty devotion to creative Art. He sought his it has been found, that thus, the best results may be attain reward, not in the honors or emoluments of the world, but ed, in point of good feeling, exemplary diligence and sound in the consciousness of worthy aims, in the companionship scholarship. The grade of studies, too, is not limited to

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Randolph, agent, Richmond, Virginia.

J. W.

elementary branches, which, by-the-by, are in general so | THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW-July, 1843.
imperfectly taught in most of our schools; there are attrac-
tive courses of English Literature, German Literature,
&c., giving particular accounts of authors and their works;
courses of Natural Science, with Algebra, Geometry, &c.,
and the application of the sciences to the useful arts. The
dead languages are also taught, to the extent that may suit
the views of parents; and there are now classes in the
Latin Reader. Cicero, Virgil and Horace, the Greek Reader,
Xenophon, Plato and Homer.

How much this able work alone does to redeem American

The elegant accomplishments are pursued, in such a manner as to cultivate the mind and heart, while they impart the power of delicate perception, in works of art and works of nature. Music is not degraded to the mere faculty of executing with skill, upon the piano, organ, harp or seraphine, but is studied as a philosophical science, founded in the nature of things, and regulated by fixed laws of the All-wise and Benevolent Creator, as to the succession and combination of sounds, melody and har

mony.

All vulgar and demoralizing songs and glees, by whatever Hames they may be recommended, are rejected; and in their place, are substituted musical compositions of the best masters, and songs that breathe at least innocent emotions. Every other accomplishment is, in the same manner, rendered auxiliary to the master principle adopted,the cultivation of the mind and heart.

The chapel exercises, which begin and close the duties of each day, are rendered attractive, as well as edifying. by choral singing in the best style of cathedral music. At a particular signal, there is, every morning, at about ten o'clock, half an hour appropriated to retirement and private religious devotions. Very pleasing effects are produced also, by the distribution of the pupils into sections of six or eight each, under the special charge of a curatress, who is their confidential friend and affectionate adviser. The appropriation of separate apartments for the young ladies, instead of their sleeping and dressing in a room in common, is beneficial to health, and preserves that sense of delicacy and refinement, which the boarding-school so often and so greatly violates and blunts.

The arrangements which we have mentioned, give but an imperfect idea of the whole system, which is harmonious throughout, yielding as happy and desirable a home, in every respect, as any parent can desire for a beloved daughter, while fitting herself for the duties which are to devolve upon her.

The nature and extent of woman's influence are more and more appreciated. Her physical, intellectual, and, above all, her moral culture are invested with more and more interest and importance. The time has arrived, when she may command every facility for the full development of the capabilities with which she is endowed. External graces and elegant accomplishments need not, any longer, be the limits of her training. Instead of the smattering of mere terms and technicalities, she may become acquainted with the principles of art and science. She may, in a word, so cultivate her mind and heart, as to render herself the better able to fulfil the numerous, important and delightful duties, which are associated with those endearing and magical words, "my daughter," "my wife," "my mother," and "my sister."

The terms of tuition, &c., being misapprehended, it may be well, perhaps, to say, that the charges for board and tuition in all the English and Classical studies, including books and stationary, washing, light, fuel, &c., are $166 the half year; and that the charges for music and other accomplishments are not as high as in the city schools, while these branches are most thoroughly taught.

Literature! The number before us is filled with excellent and useful articles, suited to every class of readers, in style, variety of subjects and the views presented. The leading review is "the Life and Character of Thomas Paine;" based upon an oration pronounced in Philadelphia, on the 106th Anniversary of his birth-day. The subject is perplexing, curious and exciting, and has been very ably and justly treated by the author. Paine was a rare man and pursued no uncommon career. There is enough in his life to absorb the attention of any one. He thought he had been the benefactor of mankind and of America particularly; and it seems that others agreed with him, though the reviewer does not. Mr. Jefferson, himself, invited him to return to the United States, from France, in a National vessel. Had Paine been a religious man, his love of liberty would have been tempered, his talents properly directed and he might have conferred blessings on the world; but abstract philanthropy, particularly, mere general, governmental philanthropy, can never accomplish much. When poison is administered more copiously than balm for the wounds and ulcers of the body social, or politic, what hope can there be of any improvement? No reformer, or benefactor can go forth successfully, to regenerate the world, without the Bible for his end and guide. The reviewer well says of Paine, "what a strange and eventful career was his! As a little incident of history, how much varying interest was crowded into his life! All climes, regions, habits and institutions were Paine's by adoption; and yet, such was the strange uncongeniality of his temper, with none did he seen to claim communion. Born in Great Britain, he was an exile, and literally and technically, an outlaw; naturalised in America, he renounced her moderate republicanism for the exaggerations of French Democracy; a citizen of France, one of her August Counsellors, he became, ex-officio, an inmate of the Conciergerie, and was glad, not grateful, to escape with his head upon his shoulders; buried in an American village, the grave, usually a quiet home, was violated and the bones of the restless cosmopolite were exhumed and carried abroad, in solemn mockery of the relics of holy men of old."

The above article is followed by others highly instructive and engaging, on "The Fisheries, &c. ;""Stephens, in Yucatan ;" "Northern Lakes and Southern Invalids;" "Miss Bremer's novels;" "The School and the Schoolmaster;" "The Nestorian Christians;" "Classical Studies," and "the Mutiny of the Somers;" besides interesting critical notices. Any one, who desires a treat, will find it in this number of the North American. We may say a word or two of Frederika Bremer elsewhere, as one of her charming novels lies invitingly before us.

STEPHENS' TRAVELS IN YUCATAN.-We have followed

Mr. Stephens joyfully, many long miles of his travels; but he has often left us as wearied as if we had gone on foot. He possesses many rare qualities for a journalist. He is not abstruse, he is social and good tempered, veracious and often humorous and racy. His descriptions are captivating, when not tedious, from minuteness and prolixity; and there is no balderdash of high wrought rhapsody and studied ecstasy. He is natural and candid. The writer in the N.

American defends him warmly, against the charge of a "want of deductive reflection, or that principle which enables the profound mind to trace events from their causes, and so to present a clear method of Philosophy." We would not, as some have done, impose this pompous requisition upon travellers; nor would we be willing to put up with what the vindicator of Mr. Stephens seems to be satisfied. He appears to allow the traveller too much liberty of ma

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