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soldiers marching to and fro to express their desire for peace, by the sound of the trumpet; to force conviction at the point of the sword, and inculcate charity by grape-shot, a network of rail-ways shall be stretched over the globe, that shall enable men of every nation to meet and mingle freely with each other; giving and receiving hospitality; explaining and receiving explanations upon all matters of difference; learning and exhibiting, in a word, to each other their true hearts and minds; when each, finding the other but a reflex of his own, will eschew harsher modes of communication, and leave the lovers of war to enjoy among themselves their own system of peace-making. Hosts of agencies are also at work to remove the thousand distinctions that agitate and divide society. The philosopher will yet behold the time which he is anticipating and working for, when man, leaving to his powerful and faithful friends, the machines, the wear and tear, the rough and displeasing portions of the business of life, shall find the remainder a recreation rather than a toil, and begin to devote himself in earnest to the grander duties of life, that of developing wealth that economists never dreamed of, the surpassing wealth of his own intellectual and moral being. 'A consummation devoutly to be wished:' may God speed the time! Since the foregoing was in type, we perceive that the Hon. Mr. CHARTERIS, the member of the British Parliament who moved the address in reply to the Queen's speech from the throne, among other things remarked in reference to the recent visits of foreign sovereigns to Eng. land, that the time was not far distant when the power of steam would unite the capitals of all the countries of Europe, until the inhabitants of each became so interested in the public works of all the others, that a unanimity of interest would ultimately prove to be the best of all safeguards against the chances of a war. This reasoning is based upon sound philosophy. It is not without a sense of exultation, that we cordially commend the

Original Papers' of the present number. They are so much to our own taste, that we cannot but hope our readers will share the pleasure which their perusal has given us. The initial article will command the reader's attention, not less by the importance of its theme than by the graces of its style. The next prose paper needs no praise of ours. If its closing portions are not deemed to be scarcely less striking than Cooper's very best scenes, we shall be willing to surrender our guess.' The Scenes at Constantinople’ are of re. cent occurrence, and fresh from the facile pen of our old and esteemed correspondent at the Turkish capital. None of our readers will lack the perception' to discover, the heaft to feel, or the taste to admire the beauty of the thoughts · On Perception' by 'glorious John' WATERS. In the 'Sketches of the Great West,' the reader will be impressed with many objects of striking interest. The opening section reveals to us the reality of those monsters of the early creation, 'whose very ruins are tremendous.” What an animal must have been the · Missourium!' "Soon as the deluge ceased to pour

Creation felt a general shock:
The floods of death from shore to shore,

The screaming eagle sought the rock,
And verdure smiled again,

The elephant was slain :
Hatched amidst elemental strife,

Affrighted men to caves retreat,
He sought the upper realms of life,

Tigers and leopards licked his feet,
The tyrant of the plain!

And own'd his lordly reign.'

An amusing writer tells us, that at a certain town in Italy they exhibit the skeleton of the first animal that drew blood, and thus broke the general peace; namely, the flea that bit Eve, the night after her fall! It is of immense size; a circumstance much in favor of the truth of the story, and of the antediluvian origin of the insect; for “there were giants in those days,' and men reached a prodigious age; but since the deluge both mankind and fleas have gradually degenerated in size and figure, until they have come to be a stunted, short-lived, aguish race. The slow but steady-purposed bug, the musquito with his sounding horn, the frisky and agile flea, are not what they were, ' by a long chalk.' In reading the sketch of the rise of the vast Missouri in the Rocky Mountains, we called to mind the striking remark of a late English traveller. It is interesting,' he says, ' to trace the rivers upward to their last fibres; they have their roots in the skies; or they may be considered as the roots of the sea, which thus grows in the heavens, and draws its supplies of nour

ishment from thence.' By the by, we accidentally omitted, in the description of the

Grand Tower rock in the Mississippi, in our last number, the following passage: 'A highly poetical suggestion in reference to the Grand Tower has been made, which every American would feel proud to see carried into effect. It is, that a monument to FULTON be erected upon its top. The expense could easily be defrayed by collections from passengers on the boats which pass it. A statue of FULTON, executed by POWERS, the native sculptor of the Valley, and erected on the top of Grand Tower, midway in the length of the great Mississippi, and in its strongest current, would indeed be a noble memorial, at once honorable to the mighty genius who taught how to stem the tide of the great Father of Waters, to the art of sculpture, as developed by the Great West, and to the gratitude of a great nation.' This suggestion is quite too important to be overlooked. — NED BONTLINE, with a clear field' asks “no favor' of his readers. He is one of your gallant, dashing sort of persons who compel adıniration. Witness this passage from a letter of one of our most felicitous contributors: 'I s'pose you know that Ned Buntline is clever, very?' If you don't, be aware of it. He is one of those provoking fellows that I can't altogether like, either, for I am sure to find an unpublished thought of my own too often to be comfortable, to say nothing of phrases, or combinations, or something which ought to have been mine, and would have been, if I had thought of them; and yet I don't think I am jealous of any thing in the wide world; for there is room enough, Heaven knows, and the blue sky bends over all.' The opening of the present 'Polygon Paper' arrested our sympathies at once ; and therewithal the water stood in our eyes.' Young; an accomplished scholar; a man of the world, in the best sense of that abused term; and a most felicitous writer; we will not believe that his earthly doom is yet sealed. The shadow will go back upon the dial; the sweet airs of spring will breathe into his nostrils a new breath of life. Heaven send him health and strength! If our readers laugh only half as heartly as we did at the Hints to Lovers,' our object, and we are sure that of the writer, will be attained. “The Chemist's Dream,' from a new contributor, is fully equal to the ' Dinner of the Months,' by a distinguished English writer, which has been so much admired. The poetical department, we trust our readers will agree with us, is unusually well supplied. The Rev. SYDNEY Smith is dead. What a wholesome satirist, what a subtle wit, what a benevolent reformer, has the world lost in him! Admirable as was his written style, we are informed by those who knew him most intimately, that in society his literary was lost in his excelling personal manner. His conversation sparkled and cheered, as if it were colloquial champaigne. We remember hearing Mr. WASHINGton Irving, who met him frequently during his residence in London, remark, that when encountered in society, he was sure to be found the centre of some circle, whose delighted countenances evinced the source of their enjoyment. Titled dames, ministerial digni. taries, lordly bishops in their stoles, all might be seen gathered around him, drinking in with pleased alacrity' his delightful wit or sparkling humor. But, as is well observed by a London journal, Sydney Smith's character will be estimated by posterity on higher grounds. “It will not be forgotten, that he supported Roman Catholic claims, and that they were conceded; that he strenuously assaulted the game-laws, and that they underwent great modification; that he compelled a large portion of the public to acknowledge the mischief of our penal settlements; that he became the advocate of the wretched chim. ney-sweepers, and their miseries were alleviated; that he contended against many of the unjust provisions of the Church Reform Bill, and they were amended; that whereas, before his time, a man accused at the bar of a criminal court might be hanged before he had been half heard, now every prisoner has the benefit of a defence by counsel. It will be freely acknowledged too, that no public writer was more successful than he

denouncing a political humbug, or demolishing a literary pretender; that he was, in fine, an upright and a benevolent man.' We cannot help asking ourselves: “In the state upon which the departed prelate has entered, shall there be exercised no pleasant wil, no immortal humor? Can that be to him a happy place, in which those elements which have entered so largely

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into his intellectual enjoyments in this world are unknown? One is scarcely willing to believe it. We are almost tempted to wish with LAMB, that there may be a provision for the peculiar tastes of such choice spirits in the unknown land to which we go.' A FRIEND writing from Washington early in March gives us this pleasant sketch of a 'Sucker office-seeker: • Dickens might draw some laughable caricatures from the live specimens of office-hunters now on hand here. The new President has just advised them all to go home and leave their papers behind them, and such a scattering you never saw! One fellow came here from Illinois, and was introduced to a wag, who he was told had great influence at court, and who, although destitute of any such pretensions, kept up the delusion for the sake of the joke. The Sucker addressed the man of influence something in this wise: • Now, stranger, look at them papers. Them names is the fust in our town. There's Deacon STILES — there aint a piouser a man in all the county; and then there's JOHN ROGERS, our shoe-maker; he made them boots, and a better pair never tramped over these diggins. You would n't think them soles had walked over three hundred miles of Hoosier mud, but they have though, and are sound yet. Every body in our town knows John Rogers; just you go out to Illinois and ask him about me ; you 'll find out how I stand. Then you ask JIM TURNER, our constable, what I did for the party; he 'll tell you I was a screamer at the polls. Now, I've come all the way from Illinois, and on foot too, most of the way, to see if I can have justice. They wanted me to take a town office to home, but I must have something that pays beforehand; such as them char-gees, as they call 'em. but seven dollars left, and I can't wait; just get me one of them char-gees, will ye? Tell the old man how 't is – he'll do it. Fact is, he must ; I've airnt the office; d-d if I haint ! ... We perceive that the subject of National Nomenclature,' first agitated by Mr. Washington Irving in these pages, and subsequently discussed by the public journals from Maine to Missouri, is again on the tapis. We hold, with the · Broadway Journal,' that if a new name for our country can be adopted, Apalachia should be chosen, being indiginous, springing from the country itself, calculated to reflect honor upon the abo. rigines, and moreover a just tribute to Mr. IRVING, 'who should be entitled to name the land for which in letters he first established a name.' We don't exactly know how

to take' our correspondent at Lexington, Kentucky. His letter is about as definite and specific as the method given by one old dame to another, to ascertain whether Indigo was good or not: “ You see, you must take the lumps and peöund 'em up e'en a’most to a peöwder, and then sprinkle the peöwder on top of a pan of water; and if the indigo is good, it'll 'ither sink or swim, and I do n't know which! We don't know which,' dear Sir. Will you enlighten us? WE hear from Paris that a countrywoman of ours, whose name is not given, has been so shocked at seeing a little statuelle, by one of the most eminent artists of France, representing a young mother, half dressed, fondling her infant child, a work of most exquisite beauty, that she has caused neat little black silk dresses to be made for the mother and the child, and has had them habited therein! The statuette of the two figures, becomingly clothed, now occupies a prominent position on her chimney-piece, and excites a good deal of remark, and not a little ridicule. Miss M'Tavisu, formerly of Baltimore, a lady of great intellectual and personal endowments, has attracted marked attention and admiration in the highest English and French circles. She is a near relative of Lady WELLESLEY; and it was to her kindness that we were indebted for the admirable poem, “The Battle of Camperdown,' by the late Marquess WELLESLEY, which was first given to the public in these pages. We have large accessions of “ Punch' by the late arrivals. The eastern contributor' gives a peculiarly Frenchy description of his ascent up the pyra. mid, to introduce Punch to Cheops, to ‘leave his card at the gates of History.” He would have hunted for rhymes in which to express his emotions, but he was occupied all night in hunting for something else. In the gray of dawn, however, he “lighted a fire of camel's dung at the north-east corner of the pyramid, just as the god of day rose over Cairo,' and made a pot of paste; and at precisely nineteen minutes past seven, the big placard of Punch was stuck upon the topmost stone, amidst cheers which astonished the undiscovered

mummies that lie darkling in tomb.chambers beneath, and even disturbed the brokennosed old sphynx, who has been couched for thousands of years in the desert hard by. Punch is much troubled with curious contributors, who sometimes ask him difficult ques. tions, but he is never at fault in his replies. Par example: 'If you have a check, what ought you to do with your pawn? The answer is: “If you have a check, and the amount is sufficient, call at your uncle's and release your pawn at once.' 'Potato, to be sure, is nothing but starch; but a piece of potato dropped into a glass of grog would not have the effect of stiffening it.' This display of knowledge in the instances of chess and chemistry, is equal to the Sunday Mercury's of anatomy, etc. Their Nimrod is a genius : How does man differ from the brute creation ? • He stands upright, but does n't act so. He walks on two legs, contrary to the Bible, for it says, 'Upon thy belly shalt thou go all the days of thy life.' •Where is situated the carotid artery ? 'It commences both sides of the neck at the shirt-collar, passes up under the hat-brim to the top of the head, then down the insensate canal and terminates in both boots! How long ought a person to remain in a warm bath?' Till he finds his toe-nails floating on the surface of the water.' But, revertons à nous Ponche: The Queen and PRINCE ALBERT have been on a visit to Brighton. The comfort of the royal children’ was not forgotten : “The royal carpet-beater was sent for, and entrusted with the hearth-rug of the Pavilion play-room ; the inspector of palaces had been sent down expressly to see to the lighting of the fires and airing of the beds; and the steward of the clothes-horse held a consultation with the warming-pan in ordinary, as to the airing of the sheets and blankets.' . . . The remarks of our correspondent at Hartford, Conn., would have hurt our feelings,' but for a note from a friend, received within the same hour. It takes all sorts of people, Sir, to make a world : “You are right in doing what you can to extend the realms of good humor. Blessed be the wind that wakes a few ripples on the stagnant waters, and the pleasant sunshine which makes them sparkle in the light! Give me the new-comer whose philosophy brightens all faces like his own, rather than the grim didactic visage which cools the whole atmosphere around. Non amabile frigus."' . . . This fair · bit' at the semi-original of Galt's · Laurie Todd' is one of the funny scraps of the · Broadway Journal :' • Mr. THORBURN has grown fat, figu. ratively, upon the reputation of Laurie Todd; he looks as smiling as one of his own perennials whenever any one asks him if he was really the original of Galt's hero. The career of Mr. THORBURN has been an exceedingly common one, and it is proof of his simple-heartedness that he regards himself as an evidence of divine goodness, in having attained to the venerable age of seven:y-two. But we have known a parrot that attained to a greater age even than that.' • Anent the bird, I wish he had n't said that.' By the by, we incline to think that the · Journal' and its highly technical correspondent might as well relinquish the idea of writing down Trinity Church. The truth is, that that rather respectable structure has an appeal to the eye, the instructed as well as uninstructed eye, that neither unexplained sneers nor minute technical criticisms can in the least affect. The noble spire, at the last advices, rose gracefully into mid-air; but then Operative’s reserved.strictures' have not yet ap. peared. By the way, has 'Operative’ever seen the Moravian Church, in Houston-street, east of Broadway? That now is a fair subject for critical satire. Seen from the Bowery, it looks like a barn with a kiss-me-quick' hood on. · · · Is there a greater bore in chris. tendom than your person who takes nothing for granted ? — who insists upon minute particularity in every sentence you viter? -- and who has no conception whatever of a “figure of speech ?' An inquisitor of this stamp will reply to the remark, ‘Ah! that is something like,' with, Like what ?' and insist upon an answer. An entertaining travelling companion gives us an amusing specimen in this kind, a fellow-Englishman, whom he encountered at Naples. Chancing to make use of the term 'a stone's throw off,' he was at once brought up with: 'It is butó a stone's-throw,' you say; but my dear Sir, what do you call a stone's throw? Mount Vesuvius now will throw you a stone a matter of thirty miles; and little King David, though not so strong as Vesuvius, would throw a stone much farther than I could: witness his attack upon Goliath.' 'Oh! I mean it is but a street's length off,'

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carelessly answered the victim. · Well, but my dear Sir, streets differ in length,' rejoined the indefatigable querist; and he proceeded to illustrate the correctness of his assumption, by citing divers examples of long and short thoroughfares. Defend us from such utterly matter-of-fact persons. Like Dickens’s ‘ Parlor Orator' they require proof of every thing. • He is a true friend to his race,' says he. · Prove it,' said I. His acts prove it,' says he ; • Prove them,' says l.' . . A SUBSCRIBER at Society Hill, (S. C.,) in a note to the publisher enclosing his subscription to the KNICKERBOCKER, adds by way of postscript : • By the by, Mr. Publisher, you will oblige me very much by sending me (on the wrapper perhaps of your next number) the Editor's name. I hardly think it right that one should be so well entertained at a gentleman's • Table,' without knowing his name. Pardonnez, Mr. KNICK., but a subscriber craves an introduction.' Certainly; with the greatest pleasure in life: “Mr. 'H. A. S.,' permit the publisher to introduce to your acquaintance Mr. LEWIS GAYLORD CLARK, who since the fourth number of the third volume (out of its series of twenty-five) of this Magazine, has been its sole Editor. Of the few issues which preceded his administration, two or three were edited by Mr. Charles F. Hoffman, author of • Winter in the West,' two or three by the late TIMOTHY Flint, and the remainder by Mr. S. D. LANGTREE, deceased. The 'Letters from Cuba' and · The St. Leger Papers' arrived too late for the present number. They will appear in our next. • Dark Ellspeth's Life-Tale,'having been unavoidably delayed, will be concluded in the same issue. The following papers are either filed for immediate insertion, or under ' favorable consideration: ‘My Grandfather's House ;' American Poetry;' • Polygon Papers;'“ A Pioneer Group;' The Seven Tyrants;' • Necessity of a National Literature,'etc. . . SEVERAL new publications, and new editions of old ones, were received at too late an hour for other reference than this mere acknowledgment. They will be duly noticed in our next.

LITERARY RECORD. — - MR. EDWARD DUNNIGAN, in Numbers Twenty-three and Twenty-four, has completed his superb edition of the Douay Bible. We have already twice or thrice adverted to this excellent edition; but we must not omit to mention that its original excellence has marked the series of numbers to the very last. The first of the issues before us contains a touching and tasteful design on steel, for a ‘Register of Deaths.' . . . Messrs. SaxTON AND Miles, Broadway, have published in a remarkably convenient form, “The Vocal Guide, a First Book for Schools and Classes in Vocal Music,' by William J. Edson. This is a very comprehensive and well-arranged treatise. It contains a systematic arrangement of the elements of the art, adapted to the modern mode of leaching by the aid of the black-board ; with directions, illustrations, and remarks, on the application of the rules, the attuning of the voice, and the practice of singing, etc. Not a word of praise of. The Vocal Guide' need be added to the fact, that the present is the twelfth edition of the work. . . . MESSRS. BURGESS, STRINGER AND COMPANY, enterprising gentlemen, who faithfully perform their promises to the public, and who are acquiring a wide reputation, republish without abridgment that eminent medical work, the London Lancet,' in a style of excellence, alike of print, paper, and multitudinous illustrations, wbich renders it quite impossible to distinguish the American from the English edition. Among the papers in the number before us, is one, elaborately illustrated, upon distortions, etc., of the nose, by disease or freaks of nature. Beside being very full in relation to the diag-nose-is and treatment of maladies which attack the facial “handles' of us humans,' the article has certain touches of playful humor, which render it very entertaining. The writer lays down several unanswerable propositions, and among them this: 'If the nose is large, it is a good deal in the way;' and he gives drawings of several patients, who truly had, as is well observed, a great deal too much nose.' Speaking of the Taliacotian operation,' or new nose-making from the skin of the forehead, the writer says that. A good deal of paring is sometimes necessary, to make the nose quite handsome.' We should rather suspect as much. It seems, however, that the dreadful and frightful looking wound in the forehead soon fills up, and presents little or po deformity. BUTLER, in his . Hudibras,' tells us that noses are sometimes made from a part of some other individual, which could well be spared, and that when the party died, from whom it was borrowed, the nose dropped off! We have seen only three or four persons who upon this hypothesis originally 'rav their face' for a “probos-kis' to the same. Messrs: Burgess, STRINGER AND COMPANY have become the publishers of our eminent novelist, J. FENIMORE COOPER, Esq.; and have in press a new romance, in two rolumes, from his pen, entitled Satanstoe, or the Family of Littlepage.' It will appear early in May.

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