chiefs of the two tribes are pieces of vigorous painting-the lines are all too broadly marked: but with all the writer's efforts to exhibit, en beau, the delights of freedom, and the absence of the shackles of society, the only effect is to make us bless ourselves in our own security."

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Our new journal does not fare so well as Mr. Cooper's novel in the hands of the English critics. The Monthly Review, one of the oldest and most respectable of the British periodicals, says of the "American Quarterly Review" that "it is as dull a work of the kind as any that we know of. It is heavier even than the Westminster,' when burthened by the lucubrations of Jeremy Bentham. The American editor obtained, by some chance, a sight of the two first volumes of sir Walter Scott's forth-coming work on Napoleon, from which he has given copious and very mediocre extracts." This opinion is founded upon the first number, the only one that had reached the hands of the reviewer. The second and third, which have since appeared, will not shake his decision. The anonymous editor of the American Quarterly, commenced his career with lofty pretensions-disparaging others, while he modestly asserted his own" high literary reputation," and magnified "the talent, erudition, and science" of his auxiliaries; but we think he has accomplished a prodigious failure. As the great poet remarks, though in a different sense, our unknown is "a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note."

C. A. Lesueur has issued proposals for publishing by subscription, a work on the Fish of North America, with plates, drawn and coloured from nature. This work will be published at New Harmony, Indiana, in numbers, with four coloured plates in each, and the necessary letter press, containing the descriptions of the species represented. Twelve numbers will constitute a volume. Messrs. Tiebout and other artists from Philadelphia, who were occupied on the "American Entomology" are engaged for the work. Books with coloured plates, are generally beyond the reach of persons of limited means; but it is intended that the present work shall be adapted to the circumstances of all. The price to subscribers will therefore be forty cents each number.

Thomas Gordon, Esq. of Trenton, proposes to publish by subscription, an accurate map of the state of New Jersey, with part of the adjoining states; this map is compiled from original materials, procured from the most authentic sources, and where these failed, they have been supplied by actual surveys, so that no reasonable expense or pains have

been spared to render this map acceptable to the public. It is projected on a scale of three miles to an inch, forming a map of thirty-three by fifty-seven inches, on which is exhibited all the counties and townships in the state, with the waters, canals, roads, cities, towns, churches, mills, mountains, &c. in the most conspicuous manner; this work is now in the hands of a very skilful map engraver, and will be issued in October next.

The following is extracted from a letter from Paris:

"As I predicted, Scott's Napoleon has created a strong sensation, and is attacked by all parties; and the slightest errors in the work are seized with avidity. Some declare that sir Walter has not done justice to the character of Napoleon; others blame him for having, on the authority of Las Cases, given Napoleon credit for a virtue he did not possess. He was, they say, never affected at the sight of a field of battle, and galloped with the most careless indifference over the dead and dying. On the contrary, the sight gave him pleasure, for he merely viewed it in its political results. After the battle of Austerlitz, he rode over the field with one of his marshals; upwards of fifty thousand bodies were lying on the ground; Buonaparte, instead of expressing any sympathy for their fate, gayly exclaimed, Eh bien! M. le Marechal, il y a eu une grande consommation aujourd'hui. The documents relative to the 18th Brumaire are, I think, imperfect. The truth is, that the conduct of Bernadotte was noble and spirited in the extreme. When Buonaparte told him he was a prisoner," A prisoner!" he exclaimed, with an insulting sneer, "not one amongst you dare attempt to make me a prisoner; and you," looking sternly at Buonaparte, " dare not even order it!" Buonaparte turned pale, and faltered," I will take your word of honour;"-" which I will not give you." Had Bernadotte been seconded, Buonaparte would the next day have been shot as a traitor."

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It is asserted, in the first volume of general Foy's posthumous History of the Peninsular War, that, during the administration of Godoy in Spain, England endeavoured to revolutionize Peru by means of colonel Burr.

The "Westminster Review" exhibits a curious instance of minute criticism in the article on Moore's Life of Sheridan when it asserts that this work, "on a moderate calculation" contains" 2,500 similes, not to mention metaphors and figurative terms." They are, indeed, profusely strewed; so much so, that the author seems to have been playing with himself the juvenile game of "what is my thought like" in

every sentence of his biography. The following figure is exceedingly ludicrous:-" Such were the arguments by which he affected to support his cause, and it is not difficult to see the eyes of the snake glistening from under them." What sort of argument could Mr. Moore invent which would make the eyes of a snake glisten? One of his countrymen, a barrister, once said" there he stood, gentlemen of the jury, with his hand in his breeches-pocket, like a crocodile! Even this, however, has been surpassed in our own country, by a member of the bar of Baltimore, who, in discussing the merits of an assault and battery-case arising out of a dispute between two farmers whether a few trees were embraced by an old survey between their lands-exclaimed-" And what was all this scrimmage about, gentlemen? Why, because old Tom Cockey, who comes into court with a cloak of hypocrisy in his mouth,-wanted to ram his fist into my client's pocket, and wire-draw three live oak trees out of his teeth!" This worthy counsellor yet lives, and we trust, he will not be displeased at seeing himself in print, though it be at the expense of a laugh. Incongruous figures are not always to be avoided. in the heat and tempest of an extemporaneous appeal to the passions of a jury, where the orator himself is frequently excited to the tone which he would infuse into his audience; but in a practised writer, addressing the world, from the solitude of his closet, they are unpardonable.

For the Port Folio.

We present our readers this month with a view of Flat Rock Dam on the Schuylkill, seven miles above Philadelphia. The name of Doughty is a sufficient voucher for its correctness, and we think it will be recognised as amongst the happiest efforts of the Lithography of the Messrs. Pendleton, of Boston.

A few years ago Flat Rock Bridge was the occasional resort of those of our citizens who preferred the romantic scenery of nature to the dusty rides in the neighbourhood of our city. The extensive water power obtained by the erection of a dam, by the Schuylkill Navigation Company, having attracted the attention of capitalists, several manufactories have been erected, and the village of Manyunk has arisen on a spot which, a short time ago, was covered with trees, and melodious with the notes of the feathered tribe.

Another view of the same landscape may be found in our July number, 1826.

NAPOLEON'S DIVORCE.

M. DE BOUSSET relates the following extraordinary scene that took place in his presence a short time before the divorce was pronounced between Napoleon and the empress Josephine:

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"I was on service at the Tuilleries from Monday, November 27th: That day, and the Tuesday and Wednesday following, I was struck with a great change in the looks of the empress, and the embarrassed silence of Napoleon. The only words he spoke during dinner were to ask me a few brief questions, the answers to which he appeared not to hear. On none of these days the dinner lasted more than ten minutes. On Thursday, the 30th, the storm burst, Their majesties sat down to dinner; Josephine wore a large white bonnet tied under the chin, which partly concealed her features; I could, however, perceive that she had been weeping, and with difficulty even then restrained her tears. She appeared to me like the image of grief and despair. The most profound silence reigned during dinner. Napoleon and the empress merely tasted, for form's sake, what was served to them. The only words uttered were those addressed to me by the emperor. "What kind of weather is it?" and as he pronounced them he rose from table and went into the drawingroom, the empress slowly following him. Coffee was brought in; when Napoleon, contrary to his usual custom, took the cup from the page, and made a sign that he wished to be alone. I immediately quitted the room; but feeling anxious and alarmed, I sat down in the salon de service (where their majesties usually dined) on a chair near the door of the emperor's drawing room. I was observing, mechanically, the servants clearing the table, when suddenly I heard the empress shriek in the most violent manner. The usher of the chamber, supposing that she had fallen into a fit, was on the point of opening the door, but I prevented him, saying that the emperor would call for assistance if he thought it necessary. I was then standing near the door, when Napoleon himself opened it, and perceiving me, said, in a hurried manner, "Come in Bousset, and shut the door." I entered, and saw the empress stretched upon the carpet, and uttering the most heart-rending cries and moans. No, I shall never survive it,' exclaimed the unfortunate woman. Napoleon said to me, 'Are you strong enough to take up Josephine, and carry her by the private stair-case, to her room, in order that she may receive the care and assistance that her situation reAUGUST, 1827.-No. 292.

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quires?' I obeyed, and raised up the princess, who I supposed had fallen into a fit of hysterics. Aided by Napoleon, I took her in my arms, and he, taking one of the lights from the table, led the way through a dark passage towards a private staircase. On coming to the staircase, I observed to Napoleon, that it was too narrow to allow me to descend it with the empress in my arms, without the danger of falling. He immediately called the guardian of the portfolio, who was stationed night and day near one of the doors of his closet, which opened upon the landing of the private staircase. Napoleon gave him the light and told him to go on before him: he then took Josephine by the legs, and in this manner aided me to bring her down. At one moment, in consequence of my sword having got between my legs, we were all near tumbling down together. Fortunately, however, we descended without accident, and deposited our precious burden upon an ottoman in the bed-chamber. The emperor immediately rung for the empress's woman. When in the drawing-room above stairs I took the empress in my arms, she ceased her cries, and I supposed that she had fainted away; but at the moment when I became embarrassed by my sword in the middle of the private staircase, I was obliged, to keep us both from falling, to clasp her more closely. I held the empress in my arms, which were thrown round her waist; her back was against my breast, and her head reclining on my right shoulder. When she felt the efforts that I made to keep myself from falling, she said in a very low voice to me, squeeze me too much.' I then judged there was nothing to fear for her health, and that she had not lost her senses for a single instant. During the whole of this scene I had been exclusively occupied with Josephine, whose situation affected me, and could not observe Napoleon; but when the women of the empress came, he passed into a small saloon contiguous to the bed-chamber, whither I followed him. His agitation and anxiety were extreme. In this moment of trouble he explained to me, in the following words, the cause of what had passed:-" The interest of France and my dynasty has forced my heart to act thus-divorce has become an act of rigorous duty for me. I am the more pained by la scene que vient de faire Josephine, as she must have been made acquainted three days ago by Hortense with the unfortunate obligation that compels me to separate myself from her. I pity her with all my heart-I thought her possessed of more character, and I was not prepared for this explosion of her sorrow.'-In fact, the emotion that he felt, forced him to leave a long in

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