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* Although the day was some hours past its meridian, the had pursued. But now, as I sat alone in my wakefulness, weather was exceedingly sultry, and the eye ached from the feeling of awe returned; and, as I looked upon the the reverberated glare of light it had encountered since sleepers, I felt • the hair of my flesh stand up,'as Job's did morning.

when a spirit passed before his face;' for, to my disturbed " There was something in this solitude-in these spots, imagination, there was something searsul in the expression forsaken and alone in their hopeless sterility and weird sic of their inflamed and swollen visages. The fierce angel of lenre-that begat reflection, even in the most thoughtless. disease seemed hovering over them, and I read the foreIn all this dreary waste there was no sound; for every liv.ruoner of his presence in their flushed and feverish sleep. ing thing had retirer, exhausted, from the withering heat Some, with their bodies bent and arms dangling over the and blinding glare. Silence, the fit companion of desolation, abandoned oars, their hands excoriated with the acrid water, was profound. The song of a bird, the chirrup of a grass- slept profoundly ;-others, with heads thrown back, and hopper, the drone of a fly, would have been out of har. Tips cracked and sore, with a scarlet flush on either cheek, mony.

seemed overpowered by heat and weariness even in sleep; " Here, the eye looked in vain for the soft and tender while some, upon whose faces shone the reflected light sky, so often beheld in uiler listlessness in our own far. from the water, looked ghastly, and dozed with a nervous distant land, and yet, dull and ungrateful that we were, we ewitching of the limbs, and now and then starting from their recasined untouched with the beauty of its transparent and sleep, drank deeply from a breaker and sunk back again penelrable blue-pure azote and oxygen-into the immea. into lethargy. The solitude, the scene, my own thoughts, sorable depths of which the eye pierced and wandered, but were too much ; I felt, as I sal thus, steering the drowsily. to return to earth again, dazzled and unfixed, as though it moving boat, as if I were a Charon, serrying, not the souls, had caught a glimpse of infinity, and, wearied and over- but the bodies, of the departed and the damned, over some powered, sought the finite and the tangible, the compre- infernal lake.” hensible reality of laminated hills, broad plains, deep val. legs, and the mountains, broad of girth and firmly rooted. Those who are curious in antiquities will read with inThe heavens of snore favored climes,-climes as yet in. terest the account of the pillar of salt at Usdum, which eursed of God; skies, lender, deep, and crystalline, so Josephus took to be Lol's wise, and of the Osher or Dead profound in their unfathomableness, and, with their light. Sea Apple, four jars of which were brought home and may bing and black thunder-cloud, so terrific in their wrath, - be seen in the Patent Office al Washingion. The scienti. such skies are never seen here.

fic reader will be pleased with the statements of the pon* Here, there is no shifting of the scenes of natural beau.derosiiy of the water, the character of the crystals brought ty; no erer.Parying change of glory upon glory; no varied up from the botion, and the geological formation of the develnpment of the laws of harmony and truth, which char- shores. While the devout reader of the Scriptures will acterize her workings elsen here; no morning film of mist, find a true delight in going over the scenes of sacred his. or low, hanging cloud of unshed dew; no clouds of leath. tory in company with a discerning and sympathizing obery scirrhus, or white wool-like pinnacles of cumuli; or server, who looks with the eye of faith at euch spot hallight or gorgeous lints, dazzling lhe eye with their splen- lowed by the recollections of ihe Saviour's mission. durs; no arrowy shafts of sunlight streaming through the Lieut. Lynch thus suis up the results of the expedirisis of drifting clouds ; no silvery spikes of morning shoot. tion,ing up in the east, or soft suffusion of evening in the west; but from the gleam of dawn, that deepens at once into in

“We have carefully sounded this sea, determined its lensity of noon, one withering glare scorches the eye, from geographical position, taken the exact topography of its which, blood-shot and with contracted pupil, it gladly turns shores, ascertained the temperature, widih, depth, and ve

locity of its tributaries, collected specimens of every kind, Here, night but conceals and smoulders the flame and noted the winds, currents, changes of the weather, and which seems to be consuming earth and heaven. Day after all almospheric phenomena. These, with a faithsul narraday, there is no change. Nature, which elsewhere makes tive of events, will give a correct idea of this wondrous a shifting kaleidoscope with clouds, and sunshine, and pure body of water, as it appeared to us.” azure, has here the curse of sameness upon here, and weanies with her monotony."

or the bearing of the exploration on biblical history, and

its effect upon the minds of the party, Lieut. Lynch thus Their labors upon the surface of the Dead Sea seem to

speaks, base been attended with the greatest personal inconve

"The inference from the Bible, that this entire chasm Dience. The overpowering heat of the sun, the disagreeable odours from the bituminous springs around the shores,

was a place sunk and overwhelmed' by the wrath of God, and the desolate objects that met the sight, oppressed the par.

seems to be sustained by the extraordinary character of our ty beyond all expectation. Lieut.

Lynch is of opinion that soundings. The bottom of this sea consists of two subthere is nothing alısolutely pestilential in the atmosphere of merged plains, an elevated and a depressed one, the first the sea, yet he found the sail over its waters exceedingly averaging thirteen, and the latter thirteen hundred feet below debilitating. The following passage is almost like a leaf

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the surface.' out of the Italian poet whom he quotes. A portion of the party were out in one of the boats and all but himself had

"But it is for the learned to comment on the facts we have laboriously collected. Upon ourselves, the result is

a decided one. We entered upon this sea with conflicting " In the awful aspect which this sea presented, when we opinions. One of the party was skeptical, and another, I first beheld, it, I seemed to read the inscription over the think, a prosessed unbeliever of the Mosaic account. After kates of Dante's Inferno :

-Ye who enter here, leave hope twenty-two days, close investigation, if I am not mistaken, bebind!' Since then, habituated 10 mysterious appearances we are unanimous in the conviction of the truth of the in a journey so replete with them, and accustomed to Scriptural account of the destruction of the cities of the scenes of deep and ihrilling interest at every step of our plain. I record with diffidence the conclusions we have progress, those seelings of awe had been insensibly les- reached, simply as a protest against the shallow deductions sened or hushed by deep interest in the investigations we of would-be unbelievers.”

fallen asleep,

The saddest incident connected with the expedition re- These truths are indeed of long standing. But we need mains to be related in the death of Lieut. Dale. This gift. In be reminded of them now and then, and this good ofice ed officer shared the fate of Costigan and Molyneux, pay. Mr. Longfellow most worthily subserves. ing with bis lise the forseit of his zeal in the cause of sci- The little volume before us is a novelette wbich one may ence. He died of nervous sever on the evening of the 24th comfortably read in the latter part of a summer afternoon. July, 1848, at Bhamdun, near Beïrût, in the house of the As a story it is not remarkable, althongh the few trivial isRev. Mr. Smith, of the American Presbyterian Mission.cidents on which it turns are managed dexterously enough. It is consoling to know that his last moments were cheered Kavanagh will be chiefly admired as a web upon whieh tde by the gentlest ministrations of kindness and affection. author has fastened some of his brightest embroideries of His remains were buried beneath a Pride of India tree in sentiment and fancy. A few of these we shall have deck. the Frank Cemetery at Beïrüt.

sion to detach for the benefit of those of our readers who We have heard from unquestionable authority that Lieut. have not seen the volume ; but before doing this let us say Lynch intends making a provision, out of the proceeds a few words of the characters and the plot. arising from the sale of his volume, for the orphan children of his lamented friend. This noble purpose consecrates lived a worthy schoolmaster, wbo bore the name of Cherchi]

In the little village of Fairmeadow, (so runs the tale,) there his literary labors, and establishes a claim upon the benev. and struggled with the aspirations of a spirit that rose saolent everywhere to contribute towards so praise worthy an

perior to primers and slate-pencils. He had meditated far object by purchasing a copy of the work.

It is beautifully printed and embellished with maps and years the composition of a Romance, but the genius of Pro illustrations, and may be found at the store of A. Morris. deferred again and again and is never eren commenced.

crastination bad marked him for her own, and the work is Mr. Churchill was recognized, however, by the poetizing la.

dies of Fairmeadow as the true light of literature for the Kavanagh, A Tale. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. portion of the universe, and they inflict opon bia their MSS. Boston: Ticknor, Read & Fields. MDCCCXLIX.

without pity or compunction. He is visited also by the

projector of a new magazine, who has immense ideas of a Those are pleasant hours to us, when, having been sorely national literature which Mr. Chorebill " oses up" in ssbert vexed in body and mind by some of those wearisome pub- dialogue.. In Mt. Churchill we see the true hero of the lications that we are called upon monthly to peruse, we

book and in his poetical temperament and unfulfilled deve

tinies we read the moral - Carpe diem. turn over the pages of a new work by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It is as if while walking with tedious associ.

Among Mr. Churchill's friends is old Mr. Penderter, the ates in the dusty highroad, ther comes to us a friend of parson of the village, who falling out with his parishiones cherished companionship and leads us off through green and on the subject of prerogative, goes off to administer the quiet ways, where sweet converse and the minstrelsy of offices of religion to some less " wicked and perverse gesbird and waterfall revive the drooping spirit. Or we may eration.” After some delay, a successor is appointed in express ourselves differently by likening our sensation of the person of Arthur Kavanagh, a pensive young gent's relief to that felt at the opera, when after the shock of a man of the cambric-handkerchief school of piery, bo ir war of instruments and a crush of catgut, there bursts upon troduces legends into his discourses to the gieat delight of ihe ear some passage of ineffable harmony, a celestial in the young ladies of the parish. From this pallid and seaspiration of the goddess. The transition is always delight-timental divine the book takes its name. ful and we overflow with gratitude accordingly.

But to the heroines, for there is a pair of them. Near But our thanks are due to Mr. Longfellow as well for the village of Fairmeadow lived Cecilia Vaughan, a part profitable as for pleasurable impressions. A good, whole son of female excellence; (with some traces still reba. some moral is at the bottom of his works, whether convey. of the boarding school,) and beauteous as the day. Alice ed in bright pictures of student-life as in Hyperion, or in Archer, in her home at the village, was every way as lovely hexameters of questionable structure as in Evangeline, or and attractive. Between the two there existed the Fat in fragmentary sketches of character as in Kavanagh. This est friendship, insoniuch that a carrier-pigeon was specially moral underlies all his productions. It is the essence of Jetailed to bear notes daily from one to the other. his poetry. It is the stamen of his prose. From the peru. Now it so happened that both these young girls fel sal of either, the reflective reader rises sadder and wiser love with Kavanagh, without, however, having emelesed than before. At one time he is reminded of the stern ne. the soft impeachment to each other in any of their despaicăcessity of daily toil,—the painsul sentence that was pro. es or conversations. One morning the pigeon persed by nounced upon the race, when the cherubim with flaming a hawk dies for refuge into the open window of Mr. Ko* sword stood at the eastern portal of the garden of Life. Ai nagh's study. It bears upon its neck a nole for Ceelis, another he is taught that in the earnest play of the affections Mr. Kavanagh affixes another, containing a declaralise el and the unobtrusive observance of good will towards men, his passion for her, and lets the bird loose. Unluckis : there is still attainable a certain degree of happiness ou returns to Alice. She reads the billet doux of the clerica earth, that a kind Providence has thrown profusely around lover in a transport of delight, believing it to be desigani us the sources of all rational enjoyment-or as the bard of for herself. The superscription soon cruelly undeceiver Rydal Mount has beautifully expressed it,

her. Then follows an agony of intense grief and the fat

mation of a magnanimous resolve. The tender blia is The primal duties shine aloft like stars,

again affixed and the bird speeds to the rightful ina morate The charities that soothe and heal and bless The sorrowing Alice buries the sad secret of berlore in Are scattered at the feet of man like flowers. her own bosom, and the dread angel soon releases her from

all earthly cares.

Here was the theme for wbie W Finally, he may learn that to accomplish any useful result Churchill had sought so vainly, in his poetic BRA in this fleeting existence, there must be a determinate pur- Here a tragical story us worthy the pen of bard as die pose kept fixedly in view, and that if " the star of the un sacked or armies vanquished. " Mr. Churchill never keer conquered will” rises not within bin, bis bright hopes of says our author, " that, while he was exploring the past future distinction will he quenched for aye in the failure of obscure and unknown martyrs, in his own village, seksa irresolute and fitful endeavors.

own door, before his own eyes, one of that sileni sistecbaai

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had passed away into oblivion, unnoticed and unknown." untimely fate saved him we doubt not from the boards of the

Such is the little story of Kavanagh. We now present minor-theatres, to which young gentlemen of his type not
a few of those exquisite touches of fancy with which Mr. unfrequenily resort.
Longfellow knows so well how to move the heart. Is not We commend Kavanagh to our readers, whose appetite
the following comparison of the present and future states has probably been whetted for it, by the hasty ontline we
of being to the vaults and choirs of a minster, an affecting have here given. It is for sale by Messrs. Nash & Wood-
inversion of the prevailing idea of the grave ?

house,
"Today, to-morrow, every day, to thousands, the end of
the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it?
We walk here as it were in the crypts of life ; at times, European LIFE AND MANNERS; in Familiar Letters to
from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ Friends. By Henry COLMAN, Author of European
and the chanting of the choir; we see the light stream Agriculture, and the Agriculture of France, Belgium,
through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; Holland and Switzerland. In Two Volumes. Boston:
and shall we sear to mouut the narrow staircase of the Charles C. Liule and James Brown. London, Jobn
grase, that leads us out of this uncertain iwilight into the Petherbam, 94, High Holborn. 1849.
serene mansions of the lise eternal ?"

If it did not abundantly appear from these volumes that In the dialogue between Mr. Churchill and the national- their author is a most worthy and kind-hearted old gentle. literature man, we find this striking passage,

man, we should be tempted to try our hand at the Quarterly

Review style of criticism, “80 savage and tartarly.” As it " All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not is, having read them in good faithe "from title-page to coloabat is national in them, but what is universal. Their roots phon," we can only say of them, as the younger Mr. Weller are in their native soit ; but their branches wave in the un- in one of his characteristic epigrammatic expressions, patriotic air, that speaks the same language unto all men, tells us the charity boy said of the alphabet—" Whether and their leaves shine with the illimitable light that per it's worth while going through so much to learn so liule, is rades all lands. Let us throw all the windows open; let matter of taste, I think it isn't.” Our good author might w admit the light and air on all sides; that we may look to indeed rejoin to this that the invention of Cadmus has been wards the four corners of the heavens, and not always in very highly commended of late years, the opinion of the the same direction.”

charity-boy to the contrary not withstanding, and that per We conclude our extracts with the picture of a village haps our objections to his work are quite as futile and illbeau, the like of whom may be found in every section of Mr. Colman would do well in future to confine his labors

founded. But to say truth, we cannot help thinking that the country. It is to the lise. After mentioning Miss Cecilla's admirers from the town, the author says

to the agricultural interest, leaving “ European Life and

Manners" to be discussed by those younger tourists whose In addition to these transient lovers, who were but incipient moustaches change color on ibe Rhine. birds of passage, winging their way, in an incredibly short

Mr. Colman's Letters fill 752 pages. We think all that space of time, from the torrid to the frigid zone, there was is contained in them with direct reference to “ European in the village a domestic and resident adorer, whose Lise and Manners” might have been set forth in 150 pages. love for himself, for Miss Vaughan, and for the beautiful, This unnecessary bulk has resulted from the incorporation had transformed his name from Hiram A. Hawkins 10 of letters which are mere duplicates of each other, descripH. Adolphus Hawkins. He was a dealer in English lin- tive of the same events, the same scenery, the same social etis and carpets ;- a profession which of itself fills the mind peculiarities. Again, we have now and then letters which with ideas of domestic comfort. His waistcoats were made really do not refer in the reinotest degree to Europe,-such like Lord Melbourne's in the illustrated English papers, as letters of condolence to friends in affliction, or playful and bis shiny hair went off to the left in a superb sweep. messages to his grandchildren at hoine, or long disseriations like the hand-rail of a banister. He wore many rings on of an ethical nature, exhibiting our author as the most his fingers

, and several breast-pins and gold-chains dispo- amiable of sexegenarians, hut certainly quite out of place Sed about his person. On all his bland physiognomy was when paraded before the public. It is proper, however, that kamped, as on some of his linens, Soft finish for family we should visit the blame of their publication on the right tise.' Everything about him spoke the lady's man.

He heads, the recipients of the Letters, without whose kind *as, in fart, a perfect ring-dove; and, like the rest of his instigation they would probably have never seen the light. species, always walked up to the female, and, bowing his Our author himself apologizes in becoming terins in the bead, swelled out his white crop, and uttered a very plaint

. Preface for these passages, which, while they have impress

ed us with a high respect for his character, we think to Moreover, Mr. Hiram Adolphus Hawkins was a poet,– have been most needlessly introduced. so much a poet, that, as his sister frequently remarked, he

During Mr. Colman's residence in Europe, a period of spuke blank verse in the bosom of his family.' The gen

about five years, he seems to have been most industriously til tone of his productions was sad, desponding, perhaps engaged in observing the improvements in agriculture and alightly morbid. How could it be otherwise with the writings the modes of tillage peculiar to various parts of Great Briof one who had never been the world's friend, nor the woria tain and the Continent. Of all this he has already informbis ? who looked upon himself as a "pyramid of mind on ed the public in several excellent treatises of an agricultuthe dark desert of despair” and who, at the age of twenty. ral kind. In England bis pursuits brought him in fortunate five, had drank the bitter drauglıl of life to the dreys, and contact with a goodly number of " Dukes, Marquises, dashed the goblet vlown? His productions were published Earls, Viscounts and Barons," whose hospitality was very in the Poet's Corner of the Fairmeadow Advertiser; and freely extended and whose dinners have been celebrated in it was a relief to know, that, in private life, as his sister the simple prose of Mr. Colman's correspondence with temarked, he was ' by no means the censorious and moody more than the glow of the Georgics. Indeed our author person soine of his writings might imply.'”

would appear to coincide with Sidney Smith that “an ex.

cellent and well-arranged dinner is a most pleasing occur. Mt. Hawkins, we are told, died at an early age. This 'rence, and a great triumph of civilized life.” For before he

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had been in London a calendar month, on the occasion of is put upon the table a small bottle of Constantia wine, his first visit to that metropolis, he writes,

which is deemed very precious, and handed round in small

wine glasses, or noyenu, or some other cordial. Finger “I have dined with Mr. Dickens; a most agreeable din-glasses are always furnished, though in some cases I bare ner with Mrs. Read; a dinner as agreeable with Mr. Tes- seen a deep silver plale filled with rose-water presented to chemacher; and with Lord Ashburton, with a party of gen- each guest, in which he dips the corner of his napkin, to tlemen and ladies."

wipe his lips or his fingers. No cigars or pipes are ever

offered, and soon alter the removal of the cloth, the ladies But he does not confine himself to dinners, for in the relire to the drawing-room, the gentlemen close at the same paragraph he says,

table, and aster sitting as long as you please, you go isto “I have drank tea with Mr. Carlyle in a most pleasant

the drawing-room to have coffee and then tea." manner,"

Immediately after this we are told, with good reason tër. and a few days after he informs us

tainly, that “the style of living is elegant and lusorioes,"

and lest we should think the opportunities for observation “I was at a splendid breakfast at Mr. Pusey's M. P. with which he has already mentioned are not sufficient, be adds, a 'topping off' with delicious strawberries and grapes.”

"I dined in company one week seven times," a seat which we But the greatest achievements in gastronomy were yet in venture to say has never been surpassed by the most aestore for hiin, and he very soon lest London for a ca aign

complished diner-out since the days of Brunnell the Dag in the country, where he continued 10 fare sumptuously

nificent. every day. First he visits Althorpe, where Earl Spencer

But while so many “good things" conspired to render dazzles him with gold and silver plate, having beforehand our author's country excursion pleasurable, there were two shown him the cattle of a goodly pasturage and the Library continually recurring sources of disquietude and alarm, bewhich Dibdin has celebrated. But neither the vellums nor

tween which his peace of mind seems really to have been the veals so won the heart of our author as the elegance greatly disturbed. First, there were agricultural dinders of the dinner-table. From Althorpe he goes to Chatsworth at which he was always expected to speak, and second, and finds the Duke of Devonshire's cuisine in no way infe- there were meelings of the fox-hounds at which he was alrior. Alterwards he visits Lambton Castle and Goodwood, ways expected to ride. And it would seem that inghial (where he greatly adınires the porcelain of Sevres, from visions of Aying over five-bar gates on a meulesome steed which they sip their post.prandial coffee,) and Welbeck and being on his legs for a speech before a thousand wellHall and Woburn Abbey, and custles and talls and abbeys led farmers, did so trouble the slumbers of our author (w ka without number lo which we cannot reser. In every case,

had never ventured upon such dangerous experiments et however, the dinner is described at length with the most home, in Salem, Massachusetts,) ibat he was compelled in grateful satisfaction. To do justice to Mr. Colman's pow. a measure to give up the dinners and forego tbe fos-hools

. ers of description in this particular, let us draw upon bis On one occasion, however, he joined the bunters “ on eetpages for an account of the English dinner. The passage

dilion that he should leaf no fences" and was manfully ia s is valuable for its hints on Etiquette ;

the death. And this occasion presents the author in bis

best point of view, in displaying the native goodness of lus “At dinner, you are always expected to be in full dress; heart, for he laments the cruelly of the sport and afterwards straight coat, black satin, or whi:e waistcoat, silk stock tells us that ihe head of the fox, which he sent to a youtafut ings and pumps, but not gloves; and if you dine abroad in friend in Boston, “quite starlled him" to see " bis glaring London, you keep your hat in your band until you yo in to eyes looking me out of countenance at the tea-balde." dinner, when you give it to a servant, or leave it in an anti. Uncle Toliy himself could not have been more merelisel. room. (Query, ante-room ?) The Lady of the house gene.

Indeed ihis unaffected kindliness speaks out everywhere

, rally claims the arm of the principal stranger, or the gen- and he cannot allude to the successes of our arms in the Westleman of the highest rank; she then assigns the other ican War, which occurred while he was abroad

, wtb ladies and gentlemen by name, and commonly waits until satisfaction. Like the worthy member of the Peace Sciall her guests precede her into dinner, though this is not in ety who harangued the good people of Kindercunsalty, ha variable. The gentleman is expected 10 sit near the lady prays for the extinction of all tumults and baules that the whom he hands in. Grace is almost always said by the American as well as master, and it is done in the shortest possible way. Sometimes no dishes are put upon the table until the soup is

“ The Turk and the Russian, done with, but at other times there are two covers besides

The Greek and the German, the soup. The sonp is various ; in Scotland it is usually

The Dutch and Italian, what they call hodge.podge, a mixture of vegetables with

Swede, Prussian and Pole,
After soup, the fish cover is removed, and ibis

Should abstain bereaster is coinmonly served round without any vegetables, but cer.

From the practice of pulling tainly not more than one kind. After fish, come the plain

Their neighbour's long noses." joints, roast or boiled, with potaloes, peas or beans, and cauliflowers. Then sherry wine is handed by the servant to We regret that his objections to the War, like those of its

German wine is offered 10 those who prefer it; Peterkin in the the ballad, are not confined to the general this is always drank in green glasses ; then come the en proposition of its inhumanity, for he deprecates it the more trées, which are a variety of French dishes, and hashes ; especially as its design was (as he says) ** 10 ested olara then champagne is offered ; after this reinove, come ducks. ry.” Now for slavery Mr. Colman seems to feel a res or partridges, or other game; after this the bon bons, pud-line Salem abhorrence, for he classes it with Repudasise dinys, laris, sweetmeats, blanc mange; then cheese and among the dark spots on the American character

, and azer bread, and a glass of strony ale is handed round; then the Garrison, Wright and the runaway negro, Frederick Deep removal of the upper cloth, and oftentimes the most deli

: lass

, visit London, he hails with pleasure the arrival of 4.com cious fruits and confectionary follow, such as grapes, friends." Writing under date of " 18th August, 14" peaches, melons, apples, dried fruits, &c., &c. After this after describing a performance of Rachel, Mr. Colmar byth

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every one.

"Last evening I had a different entertainment. I saw Of a part of Edinburgh, Mr. Colman writesadvertised a meeting of an anti-slavery league, and that Garrison, Wright, and Douglass, &c., were to hold forth, bare-footed, exhibited an assemblage of thousands of mis

“ The street crowded with people, hare-headed and I thought I should like to hear some familiar and accustomed

erable, starving, drunken, ignorant, dissolute, poor, forlorn, voices and to shake hands with some old friends. The meet wretched beings, in the midst of what is called a Chrising was well allended. Mrs. Bailey, a good friend, where I lined at five, (still dining and in bad grammar too!) wish tian cominunity. After this sight, I went to church, and

with what heart I leave you to conjecture-and here I eri to go with me, and we did not leave the meeting, which was then in full biast, until after twelve. I got home about hall found churches crowded with people full of rancor, breath

ing anathemas against those who do not agree with them in past one. Douglass rivals Matthews in his powers of imitation ; (cre- opinion, and contending with each other with all the fury

of the ancient clans, about church government. What a dat Judeus !) he was exceedingly entertaining, and was re. ceived and heard with a tempest of applause continually to me to resemble nothing more than a contention between

commentary suggests itself to a reflecting minit! It seemed bursting about his ears. Wright was very caustic. (Hear

The Priest and the Levile about sacrifices over the body of this, ob good subscribers on the Pedee and the A palachicola

a wounded, robbed and bleeding traveller by the wayside. and le thereat greatly distressed !) Garrison, whom I be. These people, too, will spend thousands and thousands for lieve to be honest and disinterested, and certainly to be admissions to the Heathens, many of whom are really more Dared for his consistency and perseverance, was violent and

of Christians than they are themselves, and neglect their virulent beyond precedent."

poor, suffering brethren, wallowing in wretchedness, and After learning that Mr. Colman was "entertained" with destitution, and vice, at their own doors !" this remarkable demonstration of black spirits and white,"

At Dundee the state of things was even worse. After We are sorry to be informed that

describing the repulsive sights that assailed bim in that

city, he says, * The Speeches were a continued attack upon the United States and some Presbyterian clergymen, who have come “Here, too, the Christians are engaged heart and soul bere to altend the Evangelical Alliance, the object of which in fighting against heresy, and contending about church is to put down popery."

government. Away with such controversies, miscalled reOur author confesses that this was not “ altogether to his ligious, from the earth!” taste" from which we may infer that he was not greatly of. Mr. Colman some!imes tells a home truth, in liis simple lended by it. Now we do not know how much human na. way, which comes with all the greater force from across ture can stand, but we should have thought that to hear a the water. What could be more just than the following banderous and sudatory negro, in a crowded hall, pouring paragraph, out abuse of America, to an English andienre, would have been too much for the olfactories and the temper of even a

“My companions have been most agreeable; but a Bos. New England philanthropist. But not so. For he observes tonian* myself, yet I cannot help being amused, as I conin this connection, doing violence at once to our seelings as

fess I have been for years, with the prejudices of

my towns. a slaveholder and an admirer of Lindley Murray,

men. They think always that Boston was ma'le in the

morning, while the materials were fresh, and before they "I cannot say that a fugitive slave, knowing by his own had lieen culled for any other places. It takes a long time experience the miseries of the condition, and again a man, to make any breach in this will of prejudice, and with have not the right to be plain spoken, denunciatory and se them every thing is ineasured by this standard. It requires, vere."

in many cases, not a little time to satisfy such persons that

other countries have their advantages, other people their virtues, In another place, however, to his credit be it said, he and other cities their beauties, anul to pick our way out of the admits that “the miseries of the condition" are not com- shell, from which, at best, we emerge only half fledged." parable with the sufferings of another class of persons,

or the style of these volumes we need say liule. It is s born the sympathising English abolitionists nsignt well as easy and as slipshod as a familiar letters to friends", assist, before affiliating with Garrison & Co.

generally are, We have been somewhat amised at Mr. * The condition of a large portion of the Irish people,"

Colinan's surprise in finding himself out of the almos.

phere of New England provincialism and hearing certain says he, “involves an amount of destitution and wretch-English words used as they should be. The word "clever" edness which admits of no description, and in comparison seemed to have been a novelty to him in the sense of “ex. with which, the physical condition of the Southern slaves is pert" or " adroit,” for in referring to a sprightly lady with almost a condition of felicity.

whom he became acquainted, he tells us that he was, “ in And again of a party of Quakers whom he saw in Dub the English sense of the word, one of the cleverest women"

he knew.

But our remarks and extracts must close here or our “The good souls, however, seemed to be sadly afflicted readers will be likely to urge the same objection to our when I told them that in all physical and political comforts, critical notice as we did in the outset to the volumes themlhe condition of the American slures was infinitely better thun selves. that of the lower Irish.

The work is for sale by Messrs. J. W. Randolph & Co. lo Scotland also Mr. Colman met with destitution enough to occupy the attention of British Charitable Societies for * It is to be observed that our anthor here calls himself a years. The Anti-Slavery Associations mighit profitably Bostonian, yet as there are frequent passages in which he direct their efforts to the slaves of Edinburgh and Dundee. refers to Salem as the place of his domicil, we presume We hearily agree with Mr. Colman that there is little of that he regards Salem as but a suburb of Boston, as Little true religion in those wrangling fanatics who talk of "Free Pedlington is of London. We have seen persons who conChurch,” while their fellow-beings are starving all around sidered Plymouth Rock as to all intents and purposes a

lin be says

part of Boston.

them.

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