[We are sorry to say that Azim was not a moral man.] In love with a girl, he plans to carry her off; when her friends asked the Kazi to interfere. But Azim so wrought on the judge that he required the girl's father to permit her to be married only at full age, and then only on condition that she should be first proposed to Azim.” Among the Tadjiks the author picks up this amusing story: "The queen, Shini Hatun, a great beauty, had two lovers, one a Tadjik, the other an Usbek. Both were persistent, and as she was at a loss which to choose, an old woman counselled her to give them some difficult work, and to marry the one who succeeded. She therefore commanded a canal through the Famished Steppe. Terbat, a strong stalwart fellow, with a simple and straightforward nature, took his spade and dug away all day, trying to turn the channel of the river; and thus formed the cataracts at Bigavat. The Tadjik, crafty and full of expedients, plaited a wicker of reeds, and laid it on the ground across the steppe. Early in the morning the sun's rays reflected from the shining reeds, and made them appear like a stream of water; and Shini Hatun thereupon called for the Tadjik, and married him. When the Usbek learned of the deception that had been practised upon him, he was in despair, and threw his spade high up in the air, so that as it came down it cut off his head with a single stroke." A 66 WIT, HUMOR, AND SHAKSPEARE.* FINE humor characterizes Mr. Weiss's Wit, Humor, and Shakspeare," which comprises twelve essays, on The Cause of Laughter; Wit, Irony, Humor; Dogberry, Malvolio, Troilus and Cressida (Ajax), Bottom, Touchstone; Falstaff, His Companions-Americanisms; Hamlet; The Porter in Macbeth, The Clown in Twelfth Night, The Fool in Lear; Women and Men, Maria, Helena, Imogen, Constance; Lord Bacon and The Plays, Shakspeare's Women, Love in Shakspeare ; Portia ; Helena, Ophelia; Macbeth; Blonde Women Lady Macbeth. The opening essay is very ingenious and mirthful. Of all animals, only man can laugh, * Wit, Humor, and Shakspeare. In Twelve Essays. By John Weiss. 12mo, pp. 428. Roberts Bros. "I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so." We cannot imagine an intellect more apt to treat these fascinating themes than Mr. Weiss's. His apprehension of their characteristics is most delicate and tenacious, and his diction harmonizes exactly with his purpose. says the author; and proceeds to tell why the instinct of a difference which the husband can- Mr. Weiss tells this funny story: – "Gen. Sherman's body-servant was a Ger-will the point of leaving, and ordered this man to 66 The The chapter on Humor is full of delights. 66 NOT pen illuminates DOTTINGS ROUND THE CIRCLE.* OTHING more strikingly illustrates the growth of civilization and the extension of facilities for international communication than the fact that one may start from Boston on a given day, cross the North American Continent in seven days, the Pacific Ocean in twenty more, and land at Yokohama in sixty days from Boston. How old Marco Polo's eyes would have protruded at the statement of such a fact! The author left Boston June 30, 1875, and pushed on to Salt Lake City, making frequent tarries on the way. He gives interesting descriptions of the country he passed through, and conveys a very clear idea of the vicissitudes of travelling. Of the Chinese quarter of San Francisco, the account is quite dramatic. We quote a few telling passages: "Leaving the main streets of the city, we arrive before long at the portion entirely occupied by Chinese, and are at once in the midst of a chattering crowd of these foreigners, who are continually entering or leaving their various places of assembly along the way. Now, curious-looking buildings are on all sides, many hung with Chinese lanterns, or bearing large signs, which, with their odd figures, give strange air to every thing about us. guide conducts us up the street, and pausing of stairs, leads the ascent, we following close at the foot of a dark, villanous-looking flight behind. At the top of the stairs, we find a sort of hall, at the end of which are two large folding-doors, the entrance to the joss-house, or temple. The detective enters without cere a Our One of the most attractive of the essays is that entitled "Women and Men." In this, the obstacles which hinder a man striving to apprehend the secrets of her disposition are clearly set forth. "The greatest intimacy of marriage itself, which blends two beings into one fate, and compels them to set up housekeeping on the principle of mutualism, is still evaded by motives and moods which the woman holds in Dottings Round the Circle. By Benj. Robbins Curtis. reserve, not by calculation, but through the 8vo. pp. 329. $250. Boston: J. R. Osgood & Co. This is one of those books which it is impossible to review. One may criticise Carlyle if he finds pleasure in the task; but to criticise his philosophy is a work of supererogation. One can only select from the bewildering variety of wise words and phrases enough to convey a fair idea of its weight and value. This we have tried to do as well as may be done in our brief limits. mony, and, shutting the door after us, lights a world. This being done, a grand illumination has drained all territory, and the whole world candle at a small fire burning before a hideous is held in honor of the moon's Joss, who, if has been enriched by his irrigation. No lividol directly opposite the entrance, and pauses the night is fine, looks down benignly, with a ing author, and none who ever lived, save, a moment to let us look about the curious chamber. By the light of the candle, we see full round face. . . Every doorway is bright perhaps, Francis Bacon, has bestowed so we are in a large room hung with various kinds with the light of huge red candles, or red- much wisdom upon humanity; and as a comof gaudy ornaments, round the sides of which, paper lanterns, while gold and silver joss-pendium this collection of knowledge must be in alcoves, are standing idols representing different Chinese deities, each one resting on paper and brown joss-sticks burn slowly near regarded as inferior only to the Bible. a sort of throne, a lamp burning dimly before by, throwing forth thick clouds of smoke, them all. . . . Opposite the entrance are the which the Joss of the moon can hardly congods of fire, air, and earth; near by, sits the sider a complimentary equivalent for the clear god of commerce; while, apart from the rest, shrouded in white garments, stands a melan-rays he is pouring over every thing. Firecholy-looking figure, the deity who disposes crackers snap and fizz on all sides of us; the of the soul after death. Every good China-noise from cymbals, gongs, and drums, is man, on the death of a relative or dear deafening; while every junk in the harbor, friend, feels obliged to make some present to and every joss-house in the neighborhood, is this god, in order to secure good treatment for the soul of his departed brother; and we find hung with red lanterns, the color always some food, consisting of a thin wafer of bread, used when chin-chinning' a god. At an Influences. "We know not what we are, thrown down before the god, who evidently early hour, however, thin, hurrying clouds any more than what we shall be. It is a high, has not been hungry since its arrival.” partially obscure the surface of the moon; invidual man, that his earthly influence, which solemn, almost awful thought for every indiconsequence of which the chin-chinning' is to has had a commencement [beginning], will be continued and finished to-morrow evening." never through all ages, were he the very mean"The distance from Tien-tsin to Pekin est of us, have an end! What is done is done; has already blended itself with the boundless, ever-living, ever-working Universe, and will also work there for good or evil, openly or secretly, throughout all time.” Voltaire. Work. "Blessed is he who has found his eighty miles by land, and one hundred and The master-passion of the Chinese for gam- inmost heart awakens him to all nobleness, Sentimentalism. Man is not what one calls not happiness, but existence and footing to stand on, if it be not by girding himself together for continual endeavor and endurance? Woe, if in his heart there dwelt no devout Faith; if the word Duty had lost its meaning for him! For as to this Sentimentalism, so useful for weeping with over romance and on pathetic occasions, it otherwise verily will avail nothing; nay, less [how can there be a less than nothing?]. The healthy heart that said to itself: How healthy am I! The Carlyle Anthology. Selected and arranged by was already fallen into the fatalest sort of Edward Barrett. 12mo. pp. 386. With Index. New disease. Is not Sentimentalism twin-sister to Cant, if not one and the same with it? Is not N° THE CARLYLE ANTHOLOGY.* He witnessed the ceremony of "chin-chinning the moon.""To-day is the middle of the Chinese month, and this evening the moon is to be chin-chinned, with all the usual illuminations, explosions, and superstitions. To-day all Chinamen must pay their bills, balance their books, and make themselves even with the York: Henry Holt & Co. Cant the prima materia of the Devil; from not with me, hate me not, my brother [sis- Sartor Re To the average reader, the part of the book entitled "Portraits and Characters" will be most entertaining. This is mainly anecdotical, and is infinitely humorous. We will make a possess the reader in favor of the compila HOURS WITH JOHN DARBY.* ONE may be sure that any thing written by and man; expect complacency and soft greetings where are encountered only grumblings and hard knocks; expect the pleasure of velvet like hands when the scarfskin is thickened and made horny with pans and kettles; expect the breath of roses where are fed only onions; expect a tired, overworked, man-crushed and then to grow into disgust for her because he was. We do not envy the doctor his experience. We say his experience; for no man could make a portraiture so faithful of domestic discomfort unless all of it he saw, and part of it His knowledge in this matter is not to be thirsted for: "where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise." Are there no unjust and cruel husbands in the world? Can he not answer this question out of the abundance of his own knowledge? There are two sides to every question; and, learned as he is in the weaknesses and miseries of the wife, he must know something of the aggressions and oppressions of the husband. Very few women are aggressive: in nearly all cases of connubial quarrel, the man strikes the first blow. So ample and perspicuous is the learned Doctor's diagnosis of the feminine element in the complication, that we really hunger to see him "Of all matters concerning which experience may speak to the edifying of inexperience; of few quotations, which we are sure will pre-things which pertain most to comfort or dis-render a like service to the masculine element. comfort; of relations which affiliate or which Your country's eyes are on you, Doctor: you antagonize; of joys which expand or which have blackguarded woman; now do as much earth is there, which may comprise so much sadden nothing of all the associations of for man. tion : 66 grown ' Under the evidence set out as above, the good Doctor invites the reader to an Herculean task, when he bids him, if he would have an angel, make one for himself. In our humble judgment, the materials, enumerated as above, are exceedingly unpromising; and he himself - despairing, no doubt, of putting his precept into practice — solemnly exhibits to his pupil — Coleridge was not without what talkers call wit, and there were touches of prickly sarcasm in him, contemptuous enough of the or contain so little, as is embraced in the meanworld and its idols, and popular dignitaries. ing of that one word, Wife." He has parts even of poetic humor; but in The author summarily divides wives into general he seemed deficient in laughter, or, two classes: some "who are such fools and indeed, in sympathy for concrete human idiots, that by some unwonted blunder on the things, either on the sunny or on the stormy side. One right peal of concrete laughter at part of Nature they would seem to have some convicted flesh-and-blood absurdity, one into life naught else than animated blocks; burst of noble indignation at some injustice others, a multitude, so exquisite, so finely ator depravity, rubbing elbows on the solid tuned, so over-full of the delicious, so enticing, earth, how strange would it have been in that Kantian haze-world, and how infinitely cheer- so alluring, so all-satisfying, that kings and ing amid its vacant air-castles and dim-melting philosophers who bow down to them, who give ghosts and shadows! None such ever came. crowns and brains to them, who forget in their His life had been an abstract thinking and praise all other worship, who build altars to ghosts of defunct bodies and of unborn them, who live all of life in their presence, such a monstrosity! Let her be driven to a the ones. The moaning sing-song of that theo- and who die all of death in their absence, knew not SerThat the husband is the house-band, the author states as a natural fact: woman is the handsome bow to the band. He, the man, is supported by the weak vine, the woman: witness her bruises as evidence of her struggles. Man, strong, supported by woman, weak, is one of the strangest anomalies in nature. The Love of Fame. Many authors speak of their Fame' as if it were a quite priceless matter; the grand ultimatum, and heavenly Constantine's Banner they had to follow, and conquer under. Thy Fame!' unhappy mortal! Where will it and thou be in some fifty years? Shakespeare himself hath lasted but some two hundred. Homer (partly by accident), three thousand; and does not already an Eternity Here the author becomes satirical: "Exencircle every Me, and every Thee? Cease, then, to sit feverishly hatching on that Fame pect a woman to play the parts both of wife of thine, and flapping and shrieking with Hours with John Darby. By the author of "Thinkers fierce hisses, like brood-goose on her last egg, and Thinking," &c. 16mo. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippinif man shall or dare approach it. Quarrel cott & Co. a wife: Like unto rings found in the ears of women, see these I show thee, Lycidas; outside, paraded to the world, — jewels; inside, hollowness, emptiness, nothingness. But the vixen, thou sayest, the born vixen, incurable, unimpressible. Pitiable owner of nunnery, my scholar; and let it be a strong place, built of heavy stone; or, still better, speed her to the devil, that thus the more quickly she may get with her kind, for strongly does it come to me to believe that a vixen is not a real woman, -body and soul, — but a wandering fiend, who, going up and down in the earth, has dispossessed of its tabernacle some beauteous one, and thus plays her part of a she-Mephistopheles. I would also add the whisper in thy [thine] ear that a wise man gets clear of a devil as best he may, and as quickly as he can." -- Look on this picture and then on that, and note the author's cunning faculty of contrast: "An angel wife is a possession so sweet, so rapturous, so full of all wealth, so overflowing with all good, that he is utterly void of wis- as lord of Wenderholme, his stout and strong- the dramatic poetry, and sketches of the earlier dom who searches not the world over but that minded mother living with him. Philip Stan- philosophers and historians. We say comhe find such treasure. Is a man ugly? in the burne, cousin of the colonel, a Roman Catholic, pleted by Müller, for so far as he went he left reflection he sees himself beautified. [Does this process operate in reverse for the beauti- loves and would marry Edith Stedman, but the work in the form in which he desired and fication of the wife?] Is he an unfortunate? she fades and dies. Jacob, Jr., is taken by expected it would be given to the world. her consolations enrich him. Is he a castaway? his uncle, and put into his own business, with Although the book before us was published in in her passion he finds himself lifted up. the promise of making him his heir. The boy 1858, its contents are as fresh and interesting Ah, my scholar, who but the husband may know of a thousand nameless charms, charms is a good scholar, and well-bred, and is in as when first issued. They cannot become so potent that all atmospheres save that which love with Edith Stanburne, the Colonel's stale. Like the evergreens of the forest, or surrounds the beloved one, are as dreary fogs daughter. She loves him in return, but family the works they so beautifully commemorate, and depressing vapors, -are as emptiness prejudices estrange them. Jacob, Sr., desires they live with perennial verdure. when compared with fulness?" his nephew to marry one Sally Smethurst, a great heiress, but low-bred. Stedman, Edith's father, dies abroad, leaving £35,000 to Col. Stanburne. Jacob marries Edith, after unpleasant complications. Members of the fair sex who oppose the nuptial rite, and either favor celibacy or sustain Platonic love, à la George Eliot, will find comfort in the fact that, according to our author, "Juno, with a view to the deception of men who are too selfish to make good husbands, is said to be for ever whispering in their ears stories of care begotten of marriage: this intimidates them, and by such reason she saves women from falling into their power." In view of the foregoing specimens of the author's style, we can confidently commend him as a bright and entrancing writer. His opinions are hardly consistent; but they are undeniably original, and sharp and impressive in expression. One may get his full money's worth by the purchase of this volume. WENDERHOLME.* MR. The episode of the beating of the boy is almost too horrible to hold a place in the narrative. Nothing more dreadful than this scene has a place in our memory. The author's diagnosis of the older Jacob's psychological paroxysms is peculiarly een: the effect of a given amount of spirits upon him is gauged to a fraction. LITERATURE OF ANCIENT GREECE.* IT is now many years since Müller's untimely and lamented death. Having contributed more than any other German, perhaps it should be said, more than any other scholar of his time, to the right appreciation of Greek literature, especially the dramatic, and of Grecian art, without ever seeing the land of his idolatry, he at length was enabled it well too. to gratify his life-long desire of visiting the He has here given us one of the most inter-scenes and the monuments of ancient achieve esting stories we ever read. It is curiously illustrative of remarkable sections of England, reporting the dialect, habits, and peculiarities of the people. Its plot is original and engrossing. Jacob and Isaac Ogden are brothers, but diverse as night and day. Jacob is an enormously rich manufacturer, while the latter's income is moderate. Isaac has a son, Jacob, who lives much with his uncle. Isaac has a habit of getting drunk, and in one of his excesses almost beats the boy to death. The latter runs away, and is missing several days. The uncle is torn by remorse, and hunts incessantly for his victim. Col. Stanburne finds the boy on his land and treats him kindly. Jacob returns home and renews his ment. There, in August, 1840, he fell, a victim to his enthusiasm. His funeral oration was pronounced in modern Greek by a professor of the University at Athens; and his body found its resting-place not far from the spot where the plays of Euripides, which he had done so much to elucidate, were originally enacted. The great excellency of Müller's work consists in this, that, while it is sufficiently ample in regard to those minor writers, whose names and fragments of whose works have come down to us, showing that they must have been not undistinguished in their time, though they made no great mark in literature,- it deals with those great names and works which are in the mind of everybody when the classic Greece is mentioned, in a manner so lucid and satisfactory; he is so full of his theme, discusses it so thoroughly, and pours out his learning so abundantly, giving the full force and substance of each drama, and each poem, which he specially describes, and reflecting too all the delicate tints and shades of meaning, that we rise from the reading of some of his chapters with something of the feeling which we may suppose might have pervaded, not indeed the assembled Athenians who witnessed the dramatic contest in which Eschylus yielded the prize to the youthful Sophocles, but of those perhaps who were detained at home, if any could be kept at home, and heard from the lips of their more fortunate neighbors who were present the fresh recital of the representations of the play of human passions, the anger and the justice of the gods, with sketches of the plot, and snatches no doubt of the choral songs. If it is no longer true, as was said by Mr. Ticknor, in a letter of sixty years ago, given in his recently published life, that "we do not yet know what a Greek scholar is; we do not know even the process by which he is made one;' yet the number of those who can read Greek with the ease and facility with which thousands can read and enjoy the Odes of Horace is extremely limited. During the period following his death up to about 1858, no one was found competent and willing to attempt the continuation of his most useful and valuable but incomplete work on the literature of Greece. Indeed, all continu- We are not all scholars. In this country, at ations of history of whatever kind, by another least, the law of labor is the law of our existmind than that which originally projected the ence. The exceptions are so few that they work and laid out the plan, have in general are not worth considering. Most of us, if we been failures. Whether the continuation be- have acquired in early life some slight taste old life. Col. Stanburne, a prominent per-fore us is an exception to the general rule may for learning, and have desired to drink at its sonage in the story, is proprietor of Wenderbe a subject for consideration hereafter. For fountains, have been obliged to repress and holme, a fine old estate. His wife, Lady the present we have to do with the part com- subdue all such longings, and give our days Helena, and himself are not quite harmonious, but reasonably happy. He indulges his own tastes for military occupations and horses. He puts his money in a new bank, and loses all. Isaac Ogden buys his place and sets up pleted by Müller, which brings the history * A History of the Literature of Ancient Greece. By K. A. Müller, late Professor in the University of Göttingen. A Story of Lancashire and Yorkshire. By Philip Gil- Continued after the author's death by John William Donalpp. 433. Boston: Roberts Brothers. bert Hamerton, author of "The Intellectual Life." 12mo. son, D.D., late Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge. Lon don: J. W. Parker & Son. and nights, and all our best thoughts and ture, if not gone, is deadened; we are not what we were; we are farther still, yes, separated by an infinite gulf, from what we would have been, from what we intended to be. THE SPLENDID ADVANTAGES OF What we want, then, what the great body of THE author has well described his essays: they are indeed erratic, and on occasion wander beyond the bounds of reasonableness. He treats woman as a puppet, to be taken apart, analyzed, and put together again, without regard sometimes to the connections of educated men need, for pleasure, for recreation, for recalling the enjoyments and reviving the taste for the study of the great models of classic learning, is just such a work as Müller's, which makes us seem to hear again the songs of Sappho, the recitals of Herodotus, or the plays of Sophocles and Euripides. But men were only made [the 'only' should follow 'made'] to do homage to woman, Everywhere and always the same golden rule obtains. For whom are the tid bits reserved at every feast? Who gets sugar and spice, and all things nice? Who is served Who comes first, and has the best seat at breakfast, dinner, and supper? Who polishes off the Neapolitan ices at opera and play? Woman, woman, lovely woman! Who pays for them? the original adjustment. The author says Man, the wretch! Who stands by patiently the essays were written on the Horatian prin- while they are being consumed? Man, holOn the question of the identity of Homer, ciple. (This recalls to us the paraphrase low-eyed, famine-stricken man. and the authenticity of the Iliad and Odyssey, Exeter Academy. Some students having who for all her kicks? Man, man, ugly man, of Mr. Soule, lately Principal of Phillips in for all the kisses of Fortune? Woman. And Müller's theory - differing from that of Wolf or of Grote is one that will be accepted raised a tumult in the hall of the academy, the most unfortunate of created beings.. by most who do not aspire to the refinements he addressed them with his wonted classicism, of scholarly criticism, and who are willing to saying, "Dulce est desipere in loco, sed not in enjoy, without too much of scrutiny, the the hall.") The Latin quotation may fill the His chapter-headnoblest creations of genius; to wit, that both gap in the author's words. poems were the production on the whole of ings may suggest the general character of the one and the same transcendent mind; but that book: The Advantages of Being Ugly (which in both there are considerable interpolations, will no doubt prove to be of almost universal more in the latter than in the former; someinterest); The Dignity and Delight of Ignotimes, it may be, the songs of other poets or rance; The Delights of Deception; The Pleasand most fanciful fashion. Silks, satins, velrhapsodists on the same subjects being incor- ure of Lying in Bed; The Pleasures of vets, the most curious fabrics of the loom; Silence; The Miseries of Being Respectable; feathers, furs, laces, whatsoever things are porated, sometimes the amendments of subsequent versifiers introduced. It is much easier/"Cheek; " The Pleasures of Being Mad; beauteous, whatsoever are rare and splendid, to conceive how very great alterations and interpolations might have been introduced, The Art of Talking; Whistling; Saucy Poetry of Sleep. than to comprehend how such works, master-Delights; Weddings; Cock-a-doodle-doo; The The author starts off smiling, and with a tender sentiment, like a flower, in his mouth: he purposes to prove that "the next dearest blessing that can befall a human being, after not having been born at all, is to have been born a woman." He adds, what is very good news, that women are on the increase, and Falling an easy victim to her enchantments, man indulges in a little innocent flirtation. He loves, and rides away. Woman brings her action for breach of promise, and gets swingeing damages. Woman loves, and she rides away. Man brings his action for breach of promise. He is hooted out of court. Woman is privileged to dress in the costliest are at her disposal to equip herself withal, and make her irresistible. Even the innocent little dicky-birds are pressed into her service, and surrender their lives that woman's hat may look a little sprucer for their plumage. In her cause, the robin-redbreast lays down his melodious life, and justly so, since 'a bird in her hat is worth two in the bush.'” And what would he say about the seventyfive per cent of women to whom these luxuries are as distant as are the Himalayas. Why The Greek drama is treated by our author with a completeness and charm, arising evidently from an appreciative and familiar knowledge of the subject, which inspires in women and loveliness, are convertible terms." does he not take into account the poor seam the reader a kindred desire to re-traverse those beautiful fields, to re-read and study anew those delightful works. The origin and --- stress, and the makers of slop-work, and the the day. All your talk is ex parte, Mr. Dunweary shop-girl, not permitted to sit through phie, and no more fairly represents the condi They have an instinctive love of the beautiful, the beautiful than men. They are far safer and, says a lady, "have a much nicer sense of history of the drama, from its simple and umpires in the matters of propriety and grace. rude beginnings at the festivals of Bacchus A mere school-girl will be thinking and writtion of your country women, than your feeble and the Eleusinian mysteries, when it coning about the beauty of birds and flowers, strain represents the voice of the American sisted merely of the choral while her brother is robbing the nests." songs and the people. Go to, Mr. Dunphie, go to; and, adventures of the gods, the dramatis perPshaw! the bright youth is only studying repairing to London, peer at the pedestriennes sonæ being pre-supposed, or only symbolically ornithology. Ladies have great advantages and equestriennes in Hyde Park, and regenerindicated, and the chorus representing their over men in the details of travel. ate them with your shallow philosophy. They feelings, — until it reached its perfect devel- gentleman oblige a lady?" asks the omnibusare fit subjects for your transcendent pen, fit conductor in his blandest [of] tones. Out opment in the inimitable masterpieces of game for your diminutive pea-shooter. Eschylus and Sophocles and Euripides, are rushes a gentleman in soaking rains and cut_ ting blasts to oblige a lady; that is, to save traced in a concise and comprehensive manner. The exhibition in the Knights of Arisher the expense of a sixpenny cab [the scene tophanes of impudence and rascality, which of this speculative analysis must be in Lonhe regarded as constituting the chief requidon], whom he had never seen before, and - 66 Will any gentleman? The notion is monstrous. The man who would suggest such a thing would Some of the author's jokes are fair. "My dear, said a bridegroom once to his charmer, this is Poplar; and when you (u) are there it will be popular; and if we both reside there long, it will be populous.” sites of a demagogue in his time, and will probably never see again. Who ever probably Athens 2300 years ago was not yet heard of a lady getting out to oblige a vaults of this treasury of flippancies and frauds, greatly different from America at this day in this respect, this exhibition as applied to the character of Cleon, the leather-dresser, the most consummate of ancient demagogues, will never cease to interest and amuse while charlatanry exists and satire is appreciated. G. M. B. post. The Splendid Advantages of Being a Woman, and other Essays, by Charles J. Dunphie. 12mo. pp. 362. New York: Lovell, Adam, Wesson, & Co. We have gone only a short distance into the but have extracted therefrom curiosities enough to whet the attention of the intelligent reader. To him we say, Buy the book, and laugh and jeer by turns at its humor and its folly; and then make up your mind, as we have done, that, with all this mockery, the author is more than half right. |