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look young, and the face gets old. A bulky body is not easily managed; for fat, if dislodged from one station, takes refuge in another; and tight lacing only makes the matter
As Swifr says, “You lose in coach-hire what you save in wine.' And as to the hair: Is it not matter of wonder that all men who wear wigs wear such young ones? How seldom do you see a gray hair in one? This is what the lawyers call ‘proving too much.' Ever while you live, 'eye Nature's walks,' and where she has planted gray.ash trees, or cleared the ground by denuding the top of the head, do not fly in her face by ordering home a hyacinthine thatch,' with one of those curls sometimes called love-locks, and sometimes heart-breakers, playing carelessly over a forehead where the crow has been busily treading beforehand. When a wig is juvenility itself, not a hair of it being out of its teens, the outside of the head will be found in that particular as remote from the age of discretion as the inside of it. The fact is, moreover, patching never does any good. I have seen a dandy trying to rub a stray splash from his Russia-duck trowsers, and thus converting a splash into a smear. A bald head at sixty is worth all the fore-tops in the world. There is nothing like an honest defect. WERE We a painter, the following, from a correspondent, would impress us with its 'capabilities' for a magnificent composition : "When that most daring of 'ocean's chivalry,' the discoverer of the Pacific, the renowned Vasco Nunez de Balboa, had penetrated across the Isthmus of Darien, and stood upon a lofty peak of the Cordilleras, the broad Pacific broke upon his view in all its glory and magnificence. The sun was just rolling up from his ocean-bed, bathing all nature in a flood of light. Around him, in all the freshness and beauty of a southern clime, waved the dark luxuriant forests; before him lay the vast and boundless ocean, heaving its dark blue waves in lone majesty; and as his eye scanned the wide waste of waters, no white sail, no trace of man met his eye! Nature in all her grandeur and sublimity overpowered his soul ; and falling upon his knees, with all his followers, those steel-clad warriors of Spain mingled the noble anthem · Te Deum Laudamus' with the roaring of the surges.' . : : We see it stated in the · Evening Gazette,' a new and wellconducted daily print, that when the fish disappeared from the coast of Norway, in the last century, the circumstance was attributed to inoculation for the small-pox, which had just then been introduced. There was thought to be something very revolting and unnatural, in transferring the humor of a diseased brute beast into the human frame, when the practice was first attempted. Hoop in one of his pleasant stories tells us that narratives were gravely repeated and swallowed, of horns that sprouted from human heads; of human feet that hardened into parted hoofs; and of human bodies that became pied or brindled with dappled hair. A maid-of-all-work mentions the imaginary effect of vaccination upon a little girl: 'I wont speak positive, though some do, to a pair of little knobs of horns that one could just feel under the skin on her forehead. It was moral impossible to keep her out of the fields, and from running about the common, and wading up to her knees in pools of water. She mood whenever a cow did, and what's more, in summer time she always had a swarm of fies about her face and ears! She could n't abide scarlet; and when they wanted to put her into a red frock, she tore and butted so with her head, that they were forced to give it up.' We of this era, 'convinced by experience of the beneficial effects of the discovery of JENNER, and consequently wiser in our Jenneration,' cannot sympathise with the ludicrous terrors that prevailed when vaccination was a new thing.
There are rumors of an intended removal by the President of Mr. WASHINGTON Irving from the post of Minister to the Court of Spain. This report we cannot believe to be well founded If we are not mistaken in the character of Mr. Polk, he will in this case regard rather the reputation of his country than the appeals of partizan office-seekers. The selection of Mr. Irving as ambassador to Spain was not less an honor to the government than to himself; and his recall, at this moment, would reflect no credit upon the President or the country. We perceive, by the way, that an incident like that told of Sir Walter Scott at the coronation of George IV. lately occurred to Mr. Irving. Landing late at night at Gibraltar, the sentinel refused to admit him ; whereupon Mr.
Irving handed him his card, with the request that it might be left with the proper authorities, so that in the morning no delay might occur in admitting him. The soldier looked upon the card, and then raising his hat, 'Sir,' said he,'are you WASHINGTON Irving of America ? - are you the author of the • Sketch Book,' and the Tales of the Alhambra ?!' Mr. Irving replied, in some surprise, 'I am.' «Then,' said the sentinel, ‘ you may enter; I know that I shall be pardoned for admitting you.' . . . Our metropolitan readers have been much more fortunate than ourselves, if they have not often, at places of public resort, experienced the species of annoyance so well set forth in the ensuing lines: WHENEVER the Lees to the theatre stray, In life's onward path it has happened to me The singers who sing, and the players who play, With many a Lawson and many a LEE Attentive, udtalkative find 'em;
In parties to mix and to mingle: With sound to allure them, or sense to attract, And somehow, in spite of manoeuvres and plans, They rarely turn round till the end of the act, I've found that the LEEs got united in banns, To talk with the party behind 'em.
While most of the Lawsons keep single.
The Lawsons are bent on a different thing : Coy Hymen is like the black maker of rum,
He flies from the forward and bold:
Are cast in an opposite mould. SOMEBODY has well hit off the tendency to high-flown language, which is often mentioned as a characteristic of a certain class of our free and enlightened people.' Water, with such persons, is the elemental fluid; a mad dog is a “rabid animal;' a mad bull'an over-driven ox;' a pair of trowsers is the rest of a person's dress; and a murderer making his exit under a gallows is not hanged; oh! no; he is 'launched into eternity.' It was doubtless this love of words that led a western editor to denounce a scoundrel who had scuttled and sunk a steamer in one of the harbors of Lake Erie, as a 'black-hearted and vile incendiary!' -a most magniloquent blunder. · ...The Poor Man's Friend is the title of a striking picture in a late number of Punch.' Death, in a winding-sheet robe, stands by the side of a poor emaciated man, stretched upon a rude cot, scantily covered with a ragged blanket. His hands are clasped imploringly together; the dread messenger has sealed up his eyes forever; and the last expression of deep despair mantles his compressed lips. On the wall hangs a 'testimonial' of his good character; a broken spade lies by the side of his bed ; and through the glassless window of the dwelling is seen the • Union work-house.' It is a most affecting picture of 'a wretch live-broken on misfortune's wheel ;' and forcibly illustrates to the eye the touching lines of Burns:
O DEATH! the poor man's dearest friend,
The kindest and the best,
Are laid with thee at rest!
From pomp and pleasure torn;
That weary-laden mourn!'
The time will come when the wrongs of the masses in monarchical countries, now sentenced to hard labor for the term of their natural lives, will be redressed. “Surely,' says Punch, 'there will come a time when the rich and the poor will fairly meet, and have a great human talk upon the matter ; will hold a parliament of the heart, and pass acts that no after selfishness and wrong, on either side, shall repeal. The rich will come, not with cricket-balls or quoits in their hands, to make brotherhood with the poor; but touched with the deep conviction that in this world the lowest created man has a solemn part to play, directed to solemn ends; that he is to be considered and cared for, in his condition, with tenderness, with fraternal benevolence ; that there is something more than alms due from the high to the low; that human sympathy can speak otherwise than by the voice of money; and that too in at once a loftier and a sweeter tone of hope and comforting.' . . . HERE is a specimen of Yankee Cuteness,' given us the other day by a friend who knows how to
enjoy a good thing. It amused us, and we think may amuse others: 'Some time since, the Yankee schooner Sally-Ann, under command of one Captain SPOONER, was beating up the Connecticut river. Mr. ComSTOCK, the mate, was at his station forward. According to his notion of things, the schooner was getting rather too near certain flats which lay along the larboard shore. So aft he goes to the captain, and with his hat cocked one side, says: 'Captain SPOONER, you are getting rather close to them are flats; had n't you better go about ? To which Captain SPOONER replied: 'Mr. Comstock, do you go forward and attend to your part of the skuner; I'll attend to mine.' Mr. Comstock mizzled' forward in high dudgeon. • Boys,' said he,' see that ’are mud-hook all clear for letting go.' 'Ay, ay, Sir; all clear.' Let go,' said he. Down went the anchor, out rattled the chain, and like a flash the Sally-Ann came luffing into the wind, and then brought up all standing. Mr. Comstock walked aft, and touching his hat very cavalierly, 'Captain Spooner,' said he, ' my part of the schooner is at anchor !' . . The death of the venerable and good Dr. Milnor is already known to our readers. Closing a spotless life with a Christian's death, he has gone to join the army of apostles and martyrs, a flaming constellation of great and good men, who in the early ages of Christianity shot to their station in the heavens. He has gone to receive the reward of works which even on earth covered him with blessings as with a garment.' It was in feeding the lamp of charity that he exhausted the lamp of life. Yes; a good man has been taken from us : “The watchman is missed from the wall, *He walks in the smile of his God, Where his warnings so often have rung;
And looks o'er those realms of the sky No more the affectionate call,
Where Mortality's foot never trod, Or remonstrance, will melt from his tongue; Unseen by Mortality's eye ;
(gold, There is dust on his lip and the shroud on his breast Where calm by green pastures, and dwelliugs of And the deep seal of peace on his eyelid is prest. The waters of life all their splendor unfold.
Yet who mourns that his garland is won,
That the crown on his forehead is bright?
That his spirit rejoices in light?
And he sees in the shadow less air
That lofty and beautiful tree,
Are spread for the ransomed to see;
The annual exhibition of the National Academy of Design will attract the attention of our town-readers and strangers in the metropolis. It was opened at too late an hour for buch notice as we desire to give of the collection, which is a very superior one. We shall aim to do it justice, at some length, in our next number. DURAND, COLE, EDMONDS, INGHAM, Mount, HUNTINGTON, ELLIOTT, and other of our best artists, are well represented in the exhibition. We have heard many regrets, and some sneers, that the number of portraits was so large. But we hold with “ The Doctor,' that this circumstance, so far from being displeasing, should be regarded as a symptom of wholesome feeling in a nation; an equivocal proof that the domestic and social affections are still existing in their proper strength, and are cherished as they ought to be. When I have heard at any time,' says he, "an observation of the would-be witty kind upon the vanity of those who allow their portraits to be hung up for public view, I have generally perceived that the remark implied a much greater degree of conceit in the speaker. As for allowing the portrait to be exhibited, that is no more than an act of justice to the artist, who has no other means of making his abilities known so well, and of forwarding himself in his profession. If we look round an er. hibition, and observe how large a proportion of the portraits represent children, the old, and persons in middle life, we shall see that very few indeed are those which can have been painted or exhibited for the gratification of personal vanity.'... We thought to have noticed at some length Mrs. Mowatt’s new comedy of ‘Fashion,' but our limits will not permit. We have only space left to announce, that it has proved entirely successful; and that after a long run' at the Park, it has been secured for representation at the first theatres of our chief Atlantic cities. It is now established that there can be such a thing as a good and successful American play, in five acts; and Mrs. Mowatt deserves all honor for making this a “fixed fact.' Nothing could be better put upon the
stage, or better acted, than was . Fashion.' Crisp, CHIPPENDALE, Mrs. Knight, BARRY, FISHER, Mrs. BARRY, Miss ELLIS,' Sweet KATE Horn,'SKERRETT, and Mrs. Dyott, all performed their several parts to entire edification. The piece is destined to a prolonged popularity. We have to congratulate ourselves and our readers upon the Original Papers' of the present issue; so that our contributors atone for our own unavoidable defec. tions. The leading article will arrest, sustain, and reward attention; and the Pioneer Sketch' will find none but admirers. We hope to hear often from the writer. He will always be cordially welcomed. His sketch of the old mule is like a pictured animal by Paul Potter; and if his description of the bray of a jackass is not perfection, we cannot conceive of such a thing :'an asthma, carried on by powerful machinery” Dickens never hit off any thing more felicitously. Speaking of jack-asses,' what a melancholy fact that is, which is recorded by a Louisiana journal: 'While the 'mentangentrie' was being er. hibited here, an old negro man drove his cart, which was drawn by a mule, near the pavilion, with a view of taking a peep at the monkeys. The mule and cart were left alone while Cato amused himself at the show.' When the performance was over, the company commenced packing up for the next village, and when the canvass was withdrawn, the elephant stood naked just before the mule, which gave one single bray, and fell dead in the harness.' Who can depict the horror, the intense, the 'excreüciating' horror, which must have pervaded that poor donkey's “bosom!' None but a jackass can appreciate the depth of the emotion conveyed by that sonorous bray, with its dying fall!'. • THE Phariseeism of the Age,' is an evidence of reaction in the public mind, in relation to matters which, in times happily gone by, no man dared speak above his breath. It has come to be seen, however, and fell, that religion does not consist in mere observances, nor in the length of its professor's face. -- - All who remember the inimitable sketch of ‘PETER Cram at Tinnecum' will need no incentive to the perusal of Mr. Hopper's speculations in · Morus Multicaulis ;' while those who have never read the former delightful narrative, will be able to infer its character. - We need not direct attention to the paper on the “Necessity of a National Literature.' It will forcibly impress every true American reader. We should never cease to remember, in our aspirations after literary distinction as a nation, that people always excel in those things which they invent, and are always mediocre in those things in which they imitate. -- We need not, however, to excuse our own departments, call attention in detail to the contributed portions of the present issue ; but we can. not forbear to thank our esteemed correspondent Von SPIEGEL for his charming and faithful reminiscence of his childhood. It has actually made us a boy again, as he will him. self discover. But why did he not go out in the morning to the milking :
What time the blue mist round the patient cows
Had Hans's Grand-father' no such accessories as balm-breathing cows? Of all things,' says SOUTHEY, “ in this our mortal pilgrimage, one of the most joyful is the returning home after an absence which has been long enough to make the heart yearn with hope, and not sicken with it, and then to find when you arrive there that all is well. But the most purely painful of all painful things is to visit, after a long, long interval of time, the place which was once our home; the most purely painful, because it is unmixed with fear, anxiety, disappointment, or any other emotion save what belongs to the sense of time and change, then pressing upon us with its whole unalleviated weight.' Happily our friend Hans had little these last sensations. ·. We are glad to perceive that Mr. FORREST has triumphed over his critics in London. In the personation of LEAR and METAMORA he was received with the greatest enthusiasm. One word to the travelling public : The KNICKERBOCKER floating palace is 'once more upon the waters' of our nuble Hudson. What can be added to this fact, save that the courteous and gentlemanlike HOUGHTONS are her officers? • .•'CLYDESDALE Farewell,' is the title of a very sweet Scottish bal. lad, the poetry and music by Mr. James Lawson. Mr. Jas. L. HEWITT is the publisher.
LITERARY RECORD. Messrs. BURGESS, STRINGER AND COMPANY'S MEDICAL PUBLICATIONS are attracting wide and general attention among the professiou throughout the Union. We have before us, price fifty cents, a handsome volume, well printed on a large clear type, the London copy of which sells for three dollars! It contains Dr. Lover's Practical Treatise on Organic Diseases of the Uterus,' a prize essay, of the first order of merit, to which the London Medical Society in 1843 awarded the annual gold medal. A most various and voluminous number of · The Lancet' for April has also appeared. It is in parts profusely illustrated, and contains, among other papers of general interest, an article upon ‘The Rise, Progress, and Mysteries of Mesmerism, in all Ages and Countries.' . . . Mr. J. S. REDFIELD, Clinion Hall, has issued a good edition of Tulk's · Elements of the Comparative Anatomy of the Vertebrate Animals; designed especially for the use of students.' A good elementary work in our own language, that within a small compass and reasonable price should express the amount of our knowledge upon the Anatomy of the several classes of Vertebrate Animals, has long been a desideratum, which the volume before us will amply supply. Its style is excellent. The same publisher has issued a large and well-printed volume, entitled: “The Pictorial History of the American Revolution ; with a Sketch of the Early History of the Country, the Constitution of the United States, and a Chronological Index. Illustrated with several hundred engravings. This volume should be in the hands of every true American. . . . THE 'Governmental Instructor,' recently issued by Messrs. Collins, BROTHERS AND COMPANY, is a work intended and well calculated for the use of all such as have limited ideas of the general organization of the National and State Governments. Instead of placing before the young learner a large volume of confused matter, the author has had the good sense, and the ability, to suit his work to his reader's capacity. . ... Our friend DEMPSTER, the sweet singer of Scotland,' has caused to be published, in a beautiful style, by Oliver Ditson, of Boston, “The May Queen; Cantata in three Parts: the poetry by ALFRED TENNYSON, and the music by W.R. DEMPSTER.' This is a very charming musical composition, which should be heard from the lips of the composer himself. It is one of the most touching and beautiful things we ever remember to have heard. Its great popularity has induced other vocalists to take it up; but reader, do you hear Mr. DEMPSTER sing it, if you would have justice done to it. ... THE Valedictory Address' of Dr. GUNNING S. BEDFORD, A. M,M.D., delivered recently before the students and faculty of the medical department of the New York University, deserves a more elaborate notice at our hands than we can at present extend to it; for the reason that through inadvertence it escaped our attention until the sheets of the present number were nearly all at press. We are constrained to say of it, however, albeit in brief compass, that the professional knowledge and enthusiasm which it exhibits, ample and honorable to the author as they are, are certainly not less so than the kind, humane, christian spirit with which its inculcations are informed. Like the Address of Dr. Lee, of Geneva, recently noticed in these pages, it deserves and will attract the heedful attention not alone of physicians but of lay' or general readers. . . . All that was wanted to make the Spirit of the Times' literary and sporting journal just what it should be, and nothing else,' has just been accomplished. Its ample pages are now impressed with new and beautiful types, upon paper firm, smooth and white. We cordially endorse the opinions of a contemporary, who says of it: “The original papers of the 'Spirit' are characterized by valuable information and sparkling vivacity. It has sporting correspondents in all parts of the United States, and accurate reports of every event worthy of commemoration connected with the Turf, the Breeding Stable, and the wide area of Field Sports. It contains, in a condensed and readable form, all of value in the costly foreigu sporting journals, of which full files are regularly received at the Times office. Its foreign and domestic theatrical intelligence is copious and exact. It also contains an excellent Agricultural department. The editorial remarks and criticisms upon matters which come within the scope of the journal, are intelligent and candid, and written in a spirit of the strictest impartiality. A remittance of five dollars entitles a subscriber to three steel engravings and the paper for a year. Verbum sat.' Our young contemporary has just entered upon his fifteenth volume. "Good boy! good boy!. . . There is good sun in prospect, in a work soon to be published by CAREY AND HART, Philadelphia, entitled • The Big Bear of Arkansas, and other Sketches, illustrative of Character and Incidents in the South and South-West.' It will contain twenty-one sketches, not unworthy of Hood or Dickens, and will be illustrated by twelve engravings, four or five admirable specimens of which we have seen. Secure the volume, reader, when you see it announced. . . . AMONG the late publications of the Brothers Harper is a very handsome edition of Alnwick Castle and other Poems, by Fitz-GREENE HALLECK. This is one of those books concerning which, at this day, any thing beyond a mere announcement of its accessibility would be wholly adscititious. Every body has read, every body will read, Halleck's poetry. His is the kind of poetry that finds buyers.