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REDBURN : His First Voyage. Being the Sailor-Boy It is a melancholy thing to know that this lady has
Confessions and Reminiscences of the Son of a Gentle. been left in the most destitute circumstances by the death
man, in the Merchant Serrice. By Herman Meirille, of her son-in-law. We trust that “the humane and chari
anthor of " Typee,” “Omoo," and "Mardi." New table" (as the advertisements of the Morning Post have it)
York: Harper & Brothers. 1849. will respond to the appeal that has already been made in her behalf, and we ask “the Brothers Cheeryble" of Amer
If this volume be an imaginary narrative then is it the ica (our faith is firm in the existence of such an amiable most life-like and natural fiction since Robinson Crusoe's pair) to extend to her such relief as in the kindness of account of his life on the island of Juan Fernandez. Mr. their hearts they shall think consonant with the dictates Melville has made ample amends in Redburn for the groof philanthropy. It is a case calling for the exercise of tesqueness and prolixity of his last work, “ Mardi,” which thai religion which we are assured is “pure and undefiled we found it impossible to read through. No one, we before God and the Father.”
undertake to say, can find in this sailor-boy confession Those persons who desire to contribute to so noble a any incident that might not have happened—nay, that has charity as this may make remittances to N. P. Willis Esq. not the air of strict probability. The descriptions of life Office of the Home Journal, New York City, who will
before the mast, of the sailor boarding-houses in Liver
apply the receipts to the immediate relief of Mrs. Clemm.
pool, of dock service and forecastle usages, are well-drawn and sometimes remind us of Smollett. For the purpose of introducing a few passages, we give an outline of the
narrative. It is with sad feelings indeed that we copy the chant, living with his mother, then a widow, on the banks
Wellingborough Redburn, the son of a bankrupt mer. following announcement from the Southern Literary Ga- of the Hudson, resolves to go to sea. Carrying this res.
olution into effect he ships on board the Highlander, a first DIED.
class merchantman, for Liverpool. Being quite a boy be
meets with little consideration at the hands of the crew In Charleston, S. C. on the morning of the 19th of Sep. and begins to discover that the bunk of a ship (like a tember, after a protracted illness, Mary Elizabeth Lee, in newly macadamized road to a light carriage) is not whose beautiful character many of the virtues that adorn
“what it's cracked up to be." His ideas of the captain humanity were blended, and where meekness and humility in particular are greatly modified. He had seen that offshone pre-eminently. Her death has left a vacancy in cial all courtesy and suariter-in-modo at the time he the hearts of her loved and loving friends, which only signed his articles in New York. At sea he was quite time can fill up. To her immediate and devoted relatives another sort of person. Redburn, with the utmost simoher loss is irreparable. “ The Lord gave and the Lord plicity, designed making a social call on the captain in hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”
his cabin, encouraged by his affable manner on shore. This is his account of the matter, told with exquisite
naïvetèMiss LEE was a daughter of William Lee Esq., and a niece of the late Judge Thomas Lee of Charleston, S. C. “When two or three days had passed without the capShe contributed frequently to the best magazines of the tain's speaking to me in any way, or sending word into country, both in prose and verse, and was an especial fa- the forecastle that he wished me to drop into the cabin to vorite with the readers of the Messenger, who will recol- pay my respects, I began to think whether I should not lect the fine poetical talent developed in the Indian's Re- make the first advances, and whether indeed he did not venge, a Legend of Toccoa, in Four Parts, which was pub- expect it of me, since I was but a boy, and he a man; and lished in the 12th volume.
perhaps that might have been the reason why he had not But a few days before this lovely being passed into the spoken to me yet, deeming it more proper and respectful heavenly land, another spirit " whose lips o'erflowed with for me to address him first. I thought he might be of song," was called away to her final rest. Miss Mary G. fended, too, especially if he were a proud man, with tenWELLS, well known for her graceful contributions to the der feelings. So one evening, a little before sundown, in Messenger, died in Philadelphia on the 2nd of September the second dog-watch, when there was no more work to last. Her disease was pulmonary consuinption, that dis- be done, I concluded to call and see him. tressing malady which seems to be the chosen guise in “After drawing a bucket of water, and having a good which the dread angel approaches the fairest and meekest wash, to get off some of the chicken-coop stains, I went of earth's creatures. She lingered seven months, bearing down into the forecastle to dress myself as neatly as I her sufferings with the most affecting resignation, and could. I put on a white shirt in place of my red one, and looking with such tranquil composure for the last great got into a pair of cloth trowsers instead of my duck ones, change, that she herself chose a spot in the Cemetery of and put on my new pumps, and then carefully brushing Laurel Hill as the receptacle of her earthly remains. There my shooting jacket I put that on over all, so that upon they now repose.
the whole I made quite a genteel figure, at least for a Thus, one by one, fall away the blossoms that adorn the forecasule, though I would not have looked so well in a rugged path of our earthly pilgrimage. Of the two kin- drawing-room. dred spirits whose decease we have just recorded, we may “ When the sailors saw me thus employed, they did not suy, in the significant image of Bryant's elegiac verses, know what to make of it, and wanted to know whether I that it was meet that they should perish with the flowers, was dressing to go ashore; I told them no, for we were for their lives were assimilated to the radiant sphere to then out of sight of land; but that I was going to pay my which they have taken flight, and they walked on earth respects to the captain. Upon which they all laughed as in the land of Beulah, catching at times bright glimp- and shouted, as if I were a simpleton ; though there seems ses of the Delectable Mountains.
ed notlıing so very simple in going to make an evening caplain, and whether the next time I went, I would not take
call upon my friend. Then some of them tried to dissuadel book with seventeen plates, executed in the highest style me, saying I was green and raw: but Jackson, who was of art; this precious book was next to useless. Yes, the looking on, cried out with a hideous grin— Let him thing that had guided the father, couid not guide the son. go, let him go, men—he is a nice boy. Let him go; the And I sat down on a shop step, and gave loose to medicaptain has some nuts and raisins for him.' And so he tation. was going on, when one of his violent fits of coughing “Here, now, oh, Wellingborough, thought I, learn a seized him, and he was almost choked.
lesson and never forget it. This world, my boy, is a mov
ing world; its Riddough's Hotels are forever being pulled " As I was about leaving the forecastle, I happened to down; it never stands still; and isg sands are forever look at my hands, and seeing them stained all over of a shifting. This very harbor of Liverpool is gradually fildeep yellow, for that morning the mate had set me to tar- ling up, they say; and who knows what your son (if you ring some strips of canvass for the rigging, I thought it ever have one) may behold, when he comes to visit Liverwould never do to present myself before a gentleman that pool, as long after you as you come after his grandfather. way; so for want of kids, I slipped on a pair of woollen And, Wellingborough, as your father's guide-book is no mittens, which my mother had knit for me to carry to sea. guide for you, neither would yours (could you afford to As I was putting them on, Jackson asked me whether he buy a modern one to day) be a true guide to those who shouldn't call a carriage; and another bude me not to come after you. Guide-books, Wellingborough, are the forget to present his best respects to the skipper. I left least reliable books in all literature; and nearly all literathem all tittering, and coming on deck was passing the ture, in one sense, is made up of guide-books. Old ones cook-house, when the old cook called after me, saying I tell us the way our fathers went, through the thoroughhad forgot my cane.
fares and courts of old; but how few of those former places “ But I did not heed their impudence, and was walking can their posterity trace, amid avenues of modern erecstraight towards the cabin-door on the quarter-deck, when tions; to how few is the old guide-book now a clew! the chief mate met me. I touched my hut, and was pas- Every age makes its own guide-books, and the old ones sing him, when, after staring at me till I thought his eyes are used for waste paper. But there is one Holy Guidewould burst out, he all at once caught me by the collar, Book, Wellingborough, that will never lead you astray, and with a voice of thunder, wanted to know what I if you but follow it aright; and some noble monuments meant by playing such tricks aboard a ship that he was that remain, though the pyramids crumble. mate of? I told him to let go of me or I would complain “ But though I rose from the door-step a sadder and a to my friend the captain, whom I intended to visit that wiser boy, and though my guide-book had been stripped evening. Upon this he gave me such a whirl round that of its reputation for infallibility, I did not treat with conI thought the Gulf Stream was in my head; and then tumely or disduin, those sacred pages which had once shoved me forward, roaring out I know not what. Mean- been a beacon to my sire." while the sailors were all standing round the windlass looking aft, mightily tickled.
Redburn begins to observe critically the sights of Liv“Seeing I could not effect my object that night, I thought erpool and to comment thereupon. His reflections on the it best to defer it for the present; and returning among draught-horses are quite philosophical : the sailors, Jackson asked me how I had found the
“ Among all the sights of the docks, the noble truck. a friend along and introduce him.
horses are not the least striking to a stranger. They are “ The upshot of this business was, that before I went to large and powerful brutes, with such sleek and glossy sleep that night, I felt well satisfied that it was not cus-coats, that they look as if brushed and put on by a valet tomary for sailors to call on the captain in the cabin ; and every morning. They march with a slow and stately I began to have an inkling of the fact that I had acted step, lifting their ponderous hoofs like royal Siam ele. like a fool; but it all arose from my ignorance of sea
phants. Thou shalt not lay stripes upon the Roman citiusages.”
zens; for their docility is such, they are guided without
rein or lash; they go or come, halt or march on, at a The Jackson here mentioned is the petty tyrant of the whisper. So grave, dignified, gentlemanly, and courteous forecastle, who maltreats his inferiors and exercises a hard did the fine truck-horses look—so full of calm intelligence sway over Redburn.
and sagacity, that often I endeavored to get into converAfter a thirty days' passage the Highlander at last sation with them, as they stood in contemplative attitudes hauls up in Prince's Dock, Liverpool, and Redburn goes while their loads were preparing. But all I could get ashore to look about him. After getting comfortably in- from them was the mere recognition of a friendly neigh ; stalled at the “Baltimore Clipper,” a nautical caravansera, though I would stake much upon it that, could I have he takes a turn of the town assisted by an old guide-book spoken in their language, I would have derived from them which his father had purchased on a visit to Liverpool a good deal of valuable information touching the docks, many years before. The book of course is superannuated, where they passed the whole of their dignified lives. antediluvian, and our young hero is sensibly affected in “ There are unknown worlds of knowledge in brutes ; not being able to find the haunts of the father as marked and whenever you mark a horse, or a dog, with a peculidown in it. All attempts to discover a certain Riddough's arly mild, calm, deep-seated eye, be sure he is an Aristotle Hotel, whereat his father had lodged, proving fruitless, he or a Kant, tranquilly speculating upon the mysteries in speculates on it as follows
man. No philosophers so thoroughly comprehend us as
dogs and horses. They see through us at a glance. And “Then, indeed, a new light broke in upon me concern- after all, what is a horse, but a species of four-footed dumb ing my guide-book; and all my previous dim suspicions man, in a leathern overall, who happens to live upon oats, were almost confirmed. It was nearly half a century be- and toils for his masters, half-requited or abused, like the hind the age! and no more fit to guide me about the town biped hewers of wood and drawers of water ? But there than the map of Pompeii.
is a touch of divinity even in brutcs, and a special halo "It was a sad, a solemn, and a most melancholy thought. about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indig. The book on which I had so much relied ; the book in nities. As for those majestic, magisterial truck-horses of the old morocco cover; the book with the cocked-hat the docks, I would as soon think of striking a judge on corners; the book full of fine old family associations ; the the bench, as to lay violent hand upon their holy hides.
" It is wonderful what loads their majesties will conde- | steed; each man griping his reef-point, and sideways scend to draw. The truck is a large square platform, on leaning, dragging the sail over toward Jackson whose bufour low wheels; and upon this the lumpers pile bale siness it was to confine the reef corner to the yard. after bale of cotton, as if they were filling a large ware- “ His hat and shoes were off; and he rode the yard-arm house, and yet a procession of three of these horses will end, leaning backward to the gale, and pulling at earingtranquilly walk away with the whole.”
rope, like a bridle. At all times, this is a moment of fras
tic exertion with sailors, whose spirits seem then to parWe should like to quote the passage descriptive of Red- take of the commotion of the elements, as they hang in burn's stroll into the country and his evening meal with the gale, between heaven and earth; and then it is too, the hospitable cottager and his three rosy-cheeked daugh- that they are the most profane. ters, which stands in striking relief to the melodra- ** Haul out to windward ! coughed Jackson, with a matic midnight trip to London with Harry Bolton, but blasphemous cry, and he threw himself back with a riowe have no room for it. We must be getting back lent strain upon the bridle in his hand. But the wild with Redburn on his return voyage with its tragic inci- words were hardly out of his mouth, when his hands dents, one of which we copy, passing by the thrilling dropped to his side, and the bellying sail was spattered transcript of the pestilence in the steerage. Our quota with a torrent of blood from his lungs. tion, (the last we can make,) is the death of Jackson, who * As the man next him stretched out his arm to save, has long labored under an incurable consumption. Jackson fell headlong from the yard, and with a long from the quarter-deck, where the captain had just been with the long projection of the yard-arm over the side, “ of Cape Cod!' said the steward, coming forward seethe, plunged like a diver into the sea.
" It was when the ship had rolled to windward, which, taking his noon observation ; sweeping the vast horizon with his quadrant, like a dandy circumnavigating the made him strike far out upon the water. His fall was dress-circle of an amphitheater with his glass.
seen by the whole upward-gazing crowd on deck, some " Off Cape Cod! and in the shore-bloom that came to the sail, while they raised a spontaneous cry, so shrill and
of whom were spotted with the blood that trickled down us—even from that desert of sand-hillocks—methought I wild that a blind man might have known something deadly could almost distinguish the fragrance of the rose-bush
had happened. my sisters and I had planted, in our far inland garden at home. Delicious odors are those of our mother Earth ;
“Clutching our reef-points, we hung over the stick, and which like a flower-pot set with a thousand shrubs, greets closed over the head of our shipmate ; but the next minute
gazed down to the one white, bubbling spot, which had the eager voyager from afar. “The breeze was stiff , and so drove us along that we Jackson never arose. We waited a few minutes, espec?.
it was brewed into the common yeast of the waves and turned over two broad, blue furrows from our bows, as we plowed the watery prairie. By night it was a reef-top- ing an order to descend, haul back the fore-yard, and sail-breeze; but so impatient was the captain to make his man the boat ; but instead of that, the next sound that port before a shift of wind overtook us, that even yet we
greeted us was, ‘Bear a hand, and reef away, men !' from carried a maintop-gallant-sail, though the light mast
the mate. sprung like a switch.
“Indeed, upon reflection, it would have been idle to at" In the second dog-watch, however, the breeze became tempt to save Jackson ; for besides that he must have such, that at last the order was given to douse the top-been dead, ere he struck the sea—and if he had not been gallant-sail, and clap a reef into all three top-sails.
dead then, the first immersion must have driven his soul “While the men were settling away the halyards on
from his lacerated lungs-our jolly-boat would have taken deck, and before they had begun to haul out the reef: full fifteen minutes to launch into the waves.” tackles, to the surprise of several, Jackson came up from the forecastle, and, for the first time in four weeks or more, given that Redburn is no ordinary book. We trust Mr.
Our readers will be satisfied after the extracts we have took hold of a rope. " Like most seamen, who during the greater part of a alone in future, as a field that he has himself fully es:
Melville may write many more such, and let Polynesia voyage, have been off duty from sickness, he was, per- hausted. We have had enough of Babbalanja and the haps. desirous, just previous to entering port, of reminding the captain of his existence, and also that he expect. as a young lady who has had her day.
anthropopagi generally and we regard la belle sautage ed his wages; but, alas! his wages proved the wages of sin.
Redburn is for sale by Morris and Brother. “At no time could he better signalize his disposition to work than upon an occasion like the present; which generally attracts every soul on deck, from the captain to the THE MONUMENTS OF Egypt; or Egypt a Witness for the child in the steerage. " His aspect was damp and death-like; the blue hollows
Bible. By Francis L. Hauks, D. D., LL. D. With of his eyes were like vaults full of snakes ; and issuing
Notes of a Voyage up the Nile by an American. New Bo unexpectedly from his dark tomb in the forecastle, he
York : George P. Putnam, 155 Broadway. London: looked like a man raised from the dead.
John Murray. M.DCCC.L. “Before the sailors had made fast the reef-tackle, Jack- Dr. Hawks has rendered a real and valuable service to son was tottering up the rigging ; thus getting the start of literature and to religion in the compilation of the present them, and securing his place at the extreme weather-end volume,-we say compilation, because he disclaims all of the topsail-yard—which in reefing is accounted the post pretension to originality in the preface. His object has of honor. For it was one of the characteristics of this been to collect into a simple and intelligible compend, the man, that though when on duty he would shy away from results of the research of all the most enlightened esplomere dull work in a calm, yet in tempest-time he always rers of the wide field of Egyptian archæology. In this claimed the van, and would yield it to none; and this, design he has been abundantly successful. Indeed no perhaps, was one cause of his unbounded dominion over one united in himself so many requisites for the accom; the men.
plishment of the task as Dr. Hawks. A man of profound “Soon we were all strung along the main-topsail yard ; learning and most refined taste, he had visited in person the ship rearing and plunging under us, like a runaway the ruins and monuments which are the subject of the
present inquiry, and with their appearance fresh in his / The Pilot; A Tale of the Sea. By the author of "The memory, he was peculiarly well fitted to sum up the evi- Spy,” “Pioneers," &c., &c. Revised, corrected, and dence of earlier visiters. The interest which still invests Ilustrated with a new Introduction, Notes, etc. By the the land of the pyramids, and makes the shattered sculp- Author. New York: George P. Putnam, 155 Broadway. tures of Thebes eloquent of a remote grandeur, will ren- 1849. der the labors of Dr. Hawks acceptable to all; while the Christian world will receive with thanks a learned and
It is now twenty-six years since the original publication truthful exposition, tending to illustrate and confirm the re- of “The Pilot,” and in the mean time, a host of far less Go cord of the Scriptures. Not the least readable portion of worthy volumes has supplied the wants of the reader of
the work is the account of a “Voyage up the Nile” du- romance; so that the new edition will have all the freshring 1848 and 1849, by an intelligent American gentleman
ness of novelty to the present generation. We know whose name is not given.
many old gentlemen too, who have declared their intention The style of the publication is very excellent, being uni- of reviving their early impressions of Mr. Cooper by readform with “ Layard's Nineveh,” recently issued from the ing over his first and best writings, now that they can do same establishment. The book is for sale by Nash & so, without fatiguing the eyesight, in the fair, clear print Woodhouse.
of Mr. Putnam's library copies.
“The Pilot' may be obtained of Messrs. Nash & Woodhouse.
THE FOUR GOSPELS; Arranged as a Practical Family
Commentary, for every day in the Year. By the author ADDRESS "ON THE VALUE OF Writing,” Delivered beof “The Peep of Day,” &c., &c., &c. New York : D. fore the Society of Alumni of the University of Virginia, Appleton & Company, 200 Broadway. Philadelphia : at their Annual meeting, June 29th 1849. By GEORGE Geo. S. Appleton, 164 Chestnut street. M.DCCC.L. E. DABNEY. Charlottesville : Printed by 0. S. Allen
and Co. 1849. It is enough to say of this excellent publication that it comes forth in the beautiful typography of the Appletons It is a proud thing for our State University that, before and under the editorial auspices of a learned and eloquent she has attained a quarter of a century, she can point to divine, the Rev. Dr. Stephen H. Tyng, Rector of St. such men as Mr. Dabney among her foster-children. It George's Church, New York City. It will be found an is gratifying, too, to see one who is identified, as it were, instructive companion to the study of that saddest and with the interests of another institution of learning, recogmost touching of all histories narrated in the sublime re- nizing the filial obligation by lending interest to her ancord of the Evangelists.
niversary. We had the good fortune to hear the address The book is illustrated with twelve steel engravings and of Mr. Dabney, which now lies before us in printed form, is for sale by Morris & Brother, and Harrold & Murray, and the favorable impression made upon us by the happy
manner and musical voice of the orator has been confirmed in the perusal of it. We have seldom seen the
“Value of Writing" so clearly and elegantly announced. The History of ALFRED THE Great, by Jacob Ab- Mr. Dabney's style is singularly chaste and pure, free bott. With Engravings. New York: Harper & Broth- from the affectation of " fine-writing" and yet sufficiently
adorned with the graces of the rhetorician.
Again we congratulate our little friends on their good ortune in having within their reach the story of a great monarch told in the agreeable style of Mr. Abbott. We Los Gringos : OR, AN Inside View of Mexico and iave already taken occasion to express ourselves in warm
CALIFORNIA, W’ith Wanderings in Peru, Chili and erns of praise with regard to Mr. Abbott's historical se
Polynesia. By Lieut. Wise, U. S. N. New York:
Baker & Scribner. 1849. it uw les, and can only say of the present volume that it is, in Pau de ul respects, excellent. We are not surprised to learn that he sale of these histories has been unprecedented.
We have an objection to make, in limine, to the volume The History of Alfred the Great may be obtained of read in the preface that Los Gringos is the Anglo-Span
before us, of a very serious nature, that whereas having forris & Brother.
ish designation for greenhorns, we proceeded in the confident expectation of being amused with the blunders and
escapades of a land-lubber at sea and in “foreign parts," EVENINGS AT WOODLAWN, By Mrs. Ellett, author of
and found only a very graphic and entertaining account
of the adventures of a naval officer who was not green at The Women of the Revolution," New York: Baker and Scribner, 1849.
all, but on the contrary exceedingly sharp and possessing
a charming insouciance the wide world over. Lieut. Wise We have here an agreeable collection of German le we should take to be a capital compagnon du voyage, full rends, introduced to us through the medium of a pleasant of animal spirits under all circumstances, prepared for all ittle fiction, which supposes them to have been read out
the emergencies of service, ready to clear decks either for to the family circle of the Guions at Woodlawn, by a cer
an engagement or a bal dansè, and not backward in paytain Professor Azele, deeply versed in continental litera- ing bis devoirs, (if we may be pardoned another Galliture. The translations are very spirited and faithful, em
cism,) to the softer sex bracing selections from Grimm, Hoffman, La Motte Fou
from China to Peru. enlara qué and other distinguished German writers. Mrs. Ellet,
who is one of our most entertaining writers, will receive We have spent some pleasant moments in the perusal of the thanks of all those who read to be amused, for her pres- his volume, which is written in a careless, conversational, fent tasteful addition to the domain of English fiction. unambitious quarter-deck style that one cannot except to For sale by Morris & Brother.
even in the most critical mood. A vast deal of useful
knowledge may be gathered from Lieut. Wise's narrative | THE AMERICAN ALMANAC and Repository of Useful relating to California and the islands of the Pacific, and we Knowledge for the year 1850. Boston: Charles C. Litthink the author fairly entitled to the praise awarded by tle and James Brown. Horace to him who mixes the agreeable with the instructive.
The character of this most excellent publication is wel! The book is for sale by Morris & Brother.
set forth in the title. It is a “Repository of Useful know!. edge for the year 1850" containing not merely the ord. nary astronomical calculations of Almanacs, but every
thing in the way of statistics that is desirable to know of THE SACRED POETS OF ENGLAND AND AMERICA, From the commercial interests of the country, together with
the Earliest to the Present Time. Edited by Rufus W. accurate lists of the officers of Government in the DeGriswold. Illustrated with Fine Steel Engravings. partments of State, War, Treasury, Navy and Interior, New York: D. Appleton & Co., 200 Broadway. 1850. the posture of our foreign relations, etc., etc. No one she
wishes to have at hand the most reliable facts in connecWe are glad to see a new and improved edition of this tion with the progress of the United States should be tasteful compilation. The devotional poetry it contains without this valuable compendium. Persons residing is has been selected with great judgment by Dr. Griswold, the country can obtain it free of postage by remitting one and the typography and embellishments of the volume are Dollar to the publishers, Little and Brown, Boston, very beautiful.
Morris & Brother have it for sale in Richmond. It may be obtained at the bookstores of Nash & Woodhouse, Harrold & Murray, and Morris & Brother.
THE BIBLE. A BOOK FOR THE WORLD. An Address THE JEFFERSON MONUMENT MAGAZINE. Conducted by
Delivered before the Cadet's Bible Society of the ver. the Students of the University of Virginia. November,
ginia Military Institute, May 1st, 1849. By B. V. 1849. Charlottesville, Va. James Alexander.
Smith, Pastor of the Presbyterian Church, Stauntor
Va. New York: John Wiley, 161 Broadway. 1844 The November number of this neat little publication is before us. We have looked over its contents with some
This is a short and well written address. It prezzi! care, and so far as we are able to judge, it exhibits a grati- in rapid view the claims of the sacred volume upon the fying improvement upon either of the former magazines consideration of the world, as a book of history, a teacber "conducted by the Students of the University.” We hope of great principles, a conservator of human interests e. that this work, which is prosecuted for the laudable pur
a patron of learning. Mr. Smith has done well in the pose of providing a fund for the erection of a monument senting to the publication of this address which be te. to the “Father” of the institution, will, in reality as in us in the preface was written with no view to its appear name, be “conducted by the Students of the University", ance in print. and not merely by a few designated as the Editorial Committee. We well recollect, (and we must say, hæc memini non juvat,) that in the days of the Collegian, it was the SOUTHERN AND WESTERN TRAVELLER's Guide. habit of the body of the students to leave the entire work of the magazine to the five unhappy individuals who had
York : D. Appleton & Co., 200 Broadway. 1849. been chosen as Editors, and to play the critic upon their performances afterwards, as each monthly number ap- felt. The Southern and Western traveller will find tis
The want of such a publication as this has long been peared. We trust our successors will manage these things Guide a most valuable rade mecum, containing the fules better. Among three hundred and twenty young gentle- and latest intelligence of the routes of travel
, with exce men engaged in the study of the liberal sciences, (we re- lent maps of all the principal cities and rivers. It is part joice at this large number,) there should certainly be tal- lished at a very moderate price and maybe somed and ent enough to make a monthly magazine of the highest the bookstores. excellence.
The articles in the present number of the “ Jefferson Monument Magazine" are varied and pleasing. We are glad to see in it a just and discriminating review of the GEORGE P. Putnam has issued the first Flume of tive poems of P. P. Cooke.
promised edition of Goldsmith's Miscellaneous Work and " The Neighbors,” the first volume of a new edits
Miss Bremer's works, published under the immediate THE OLD World: Or Scenes and Cities in Foreign Both of these books are of the choicest description :
perintendence of the charming Swedish norelist berer Lands. By William Furniss. New York : D. Apple- gards typography and outward appearance
. "The Man ton & Co. 200 Broadway. 1849.
bors” contains an original preface, written by Miss B So much have been written on the subject of European mer, during her recent visit to Mr. Downing at Newburi travel of late years that the success of a work of this on the Hudson, together with a handsome portraits character depends altogether upon the point of view from autograph. It is enough to say of the edition of God which the author regards the countries described. Mr. smith, that it is the only complete one ever published
, in Furniss seems to have gone over the route, as Cæsar veni much to be preferred in externals to any from the presse into Gaul, summa diligentia, with great haste, and also, of London or Paris. as the old joke renders it, on the top of a diligence. His sketches, however, are agreeable and never tire the reader. The work is well-printed and embellished with wood-cuts and an excellent map of Europe.
We are indebted to the obliging Richmond agera) For sale by Morris & Brother
, Nash & Woodhouse, un
Messrs. Nash & Woodhouse, for copies of Blackwear and Harrold & Murray.