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| vince the reader that the excellencies and defects of NICK OF THE WOODS, Dr. Bird are just the reverse of these. Before we speak
of his characters, we must premise, that there is one Or the Jibbenainosay. A Tale of Kentucky. By the Author of individual introduced into this work whom we feel
“Calavar," " the Infidel,” &c. Philadelphia : Carey, Lea rather inclined to assign to the head of machinery, than and Blanchard.-1837.
to that of character. It is the same that gives a name We have been much gratified in the perusal of this to the novel, and is shown up to us under the designawork, in which the well-earned reputation of the writer tions of Nathan Slaughter, alias Wandering Nathan, is well sustained. We do not mean to say that it is alias Bloody Nathan, alias Nick of the Woods, alias the the most favorable specimen of his powers, but it shows Jibbenainosay, which, being rendered into English, we are enough of them to serve as a nucleus for some remarks told, means, in some Indian tongue, the spirit that walks. on the distinguishing characteristics of his writings. Now, this being, who turns out in the end to be a crea
We cannot better do this than by instituting a com ture of flesh and blood, fortified by some unexplained parison between him and the only other American no- charm from all the dangers of flood and field, and envelist who has acquired any considerable degree of ce- dued in like manner with powers which belong not 10 lebrity. We mean, of course, Mr. Cooper.
human nature, we are inclined to place in the same In the earlier works of that gentleman (for of his category with Meg Merrilies and Norno of the fitful later novels no notice need be taken, as no one reads head. Like them, he has no personal concern of his them) there are many and striking excellencies. His own in the action of the piece. Like them, however, delineations of character are among the most distinct and like the White Lady of Avenel, and other superand vivid that we remember to have seen. This indeed human beings, though impassive to the motives which is in part owing to the colossal proportions that he as influence common mortals, he has some inscrutable mosigns them. Were his heroes perfectly in nature, and tive of his own for taking a deep interest in the welfare reduced to the moral dimensions of other men, we are of some, and for exerting his powers to the destruction not sure whether his skill would be sufficient to exhibit of others, among the dramatis persone. He is a creaeven their smallest lineaments with such perfect dis- ture of the same sort of poetical license, which makes tinctness. But though Mr. Cooper may be thus in one of Ariosto's heroes invulnerable, and endues anodebted to one of his greatest faults for one of his great-ther with the strength of forty men. We think this est excellencies, we are not disposed to withhold our the most favorable light in which such things can be praise. A colossal statue is a good thing in its way, viewed. The nature of the superhuman endowment and so are the Pilot and the Red Rover. Although we is not indeed explained, but its existence is made maniknow the original to be wanting in nature, we stand, fest; and we think it less offensive to the reader to reno less, in the presence of such creations of fancy, with quire him to believe this at once, and then let all-things a sense of awe, which imposes on the mind a deep res- follow in order, than to task his credulity to the end of pect for the powers of the creator.
the work, through a long detail of occurrences, incredible Another excellence of Mr. Cooper, is the easy grace on the author's own hypothesis. Dr. Bird will believe with which he tells his story. In this respect we know that when, in saying this, we couple his name with that no writer more felicitous. We do not mean to say that of Walter Scott, we mean nothing unkind. We canhe is always so. He has no doubt learned to calculate not indeed pretend that our words will bear a complihow far his manuscript will go in print, and therefore mentary meaning, but he on whom nothing worse sometimes feels the necessity of spinning out, in order charged than the infirmities of great minds, can hardly to make out his two volumes. But in this respect, feel himself offended. even at his worst, he is more tolerable than James or Now, subject to this explanation, we bear our cheerRitchie, or even than Bulwer; and when free from this ful testimony to the fidelity with which the author has embarrassment, he glides along through his narrative drawn his portraits from nature. We give this praise in a style of which they seem to have no conception. to the work before us, without even excepting from it He is particularly dramatic in his conversations, and the character of Ralph Stack pole. He is indeed an happy in the art of making them tell his story. This extravagance, but the original may be found in more is the great excellence in novel writing, for dull indeed than one of the settlements of the western country, must be the tale which will not be interesting when where men run wild, and the exuberance of animal developed in sprightly, animated, characteristic dia- spirits and physical strength takes on forms so fantaslogue, whether energetic or witty.
tical as to seem like caricature to the inhabitants of This is that excellence in Mr. Cooper which veils all other regions. his faults, and with this we must end the list of his good But Dr. Bird's great excellence is in the ingenuity and qualities as a writer. No man indeed has more need contrivance of his story. This could not be so told as for something to hide, or to excuse his deficiency of not to be interesting. State the leading facts of the invention, than this gentleman. We have read, both case with the formality of a lawyer ; let the parties be with interest and pleasure, all those works on which A. B. and C. ; let no spoken word, no incidental cirhis reputation rests, and we are bound to say that in cumstance be introduced to enliven the narrative or to every instance there was some want of fitness in the illustrate character, and we shall still listen eagerly to denouement, some disregard of probabilities, and occa- hear the event, and in the end sit down in quiet satissionally some defiance of impossibility, or some imbecile faction under a result in strict conformity to poetical tameness, which in the end dissipated the interest and justice, and brought about by natural means. This last destroyed all the pleasure of the tale.
expression must indeed be qualified by the admission An attentive perusal of the work before us will con- that the difficulties in the way are gratuitously height
ened, to afford opportunities for illustrating the super-| had perished in the flames. But soon after, young human endowments of the redoubtable Jibbenainosay. Roland, who had attained the age of seventeen, left But the reader easily works the equation by extinguish- his uncle's house and took up arms in defence of the ing these superfluous opposing quantities, and feels that colonies. This step renewed the old man's wrath so all that is essential to the story has happened just as far as even to abate his kindness to his unoffending it ought, and, except as before excepted, just as it well niece. But still there was no reason to fear that he might happen.
would carry his displeasure so far as to disinherit her. But while we consider Dr. Bird as decidedly superior But his death, which happened about the close of the to Mr. Cooper in these particulars, we think the latter war, when Roland was twenty-two years of age and much more successful in the style of his narrative, and Edith seventeen, threw her abroad upon the world a in the sprightliness and piquancy of his dialogue. Yet pennyless orphan. It then appeared that his last will this must be taken with some allowance. Dr. Bird tells had been destroyed, leaving the other in full force, his story with less grace, and less dramatic effect, but This, indeed, seemed to be of no consequence, as his he tells it with more simplicity and directness. There daughter was supposed to be dead. Braxley, however, is no studied mystification, no prosing, no interruption entered on the estate as trustee, declaring that it had of the narrative, no attempt to excite the interest of the been lately ascertained that the girl was alive, having reader by harassing him with purposed delays. He is been carried off to Kentucky by her foster father. As not brought within a sentence of the close of some stir- he was not without the means of convincing young ring episode, and then required to wait patiently for Roland of the truth of this story, his authority over the the event, while the writer takes up some other branch property was not disputed. In this destituie condition of his story. On the contrary, the occurrences of the poor Edith was left without a friend in the world, extale are brought before the reader in the order of time cept an aunt who was residing at the falls of Ohio, in which they happened ; and causes are made to pre- where Louisville now stands. In her house a refuge cede their consequences, instead of being so inverted was offered to the unfortunate girl, and thither she deas to make the whole a series of puzzles and enigmas. terminedro go, escorted by her cousin, who determined
As to the dialogue, it is, as we have said, less piquart to push his fortune in the same country. than Mr. Cooper's, but it is more natural. We have The action of the story commences on their arrival no examples of a clown who in general talks nonsense at a place called Bruce's Station, on the waters of Salt and murders the King's English, suddenly bursting into River, and not far south of Kentucky River. Here the a strain of eloquence, when the writer has something caravan which they accompanied, and especially Roland pretly to say, and no other mouth to put it into. Dr. and his cousin, were received with great kindness by Bird rather falls into the opposite extreme, and is so the commandant of the post, who had been a soldier in careful to keep the dramatis personæ from talking out of Braddock’s war under the old Major. Their purpose character, that he sometimes annoys. his hearers with was to continue their journey next morning to the falls their vulgarity. We recollect nothing witty, nothing of Ohio, but this was prevented by an accident which striking, nothing to stir the blood from the lips of any detained the young people until noon, and several hours speaker, but we are fully requited by the perfect fitness after their party had gone. They then set out and fall of the language of each to his own proper character. into the hands of a party of Indians, by whom, after If there were more dialogue than there is, this would be a hard fight, they are taken prisoners and carried off. tedious; but there is none but what is necessary to the But pursuit is made, and they are on the point of being story, and this moves along with too much rapidity to rescued, when the whites, seized with a sudden panic, allow the reader leisure to be weary. But it is time we take to their heels, and leave them to their fate. A should give an abridgment of the story.
partition of the spoil and prisoners now takes place, Major Roland Forrester was a soldier of merit in and the young man is allotted to an old Piankeshaw Braddock's war. He was the eldest son and heir at chief, who with two followers make a part of the hoslaw, of a man of large fortune, who also left two younger tile band. By these, he is carried off in one direction, sons. On the breaking out of the Revolution the elder while his cousin is borne away in another by a party brother sided with the crown, while his portionless of Shawnces. Roland is rescued the same night by younger brothers took the part of the colonies, much to the Jibbenainosay, and the two set out in pursuit of the the annoyance of the Major, who, though a childless other party. They trace them to an Indian village bachelor, determined to disinherit them. In this mood beyond the Ohio, where they find the whole population he made a will leaving his vast estates to bis steward engaged in a debauch to celebrate the return of the and factotum Richard Braxley, in trust, for a natural war-party. Taking advantage of this circumstance, daughter who had been obscurely placed with foster- our adventurers attempt to steal away the girl, and, parents among the mountains. Not long afterwards, when nearly successful, are baffled, and taken prisoners. the younger brothers were both killed in battle, the one Their doom now appears to be sealed, and all things leaving a son, named after his uncle the Major, and the are made ready for burning them at the stake, when a other a daughter named Edith. These are our hero strong party, under the command of George Rogers and heroine.
Clarke, storms the village, rescues the captives, and The death of his brothers softened the old man's heart. destroys the inhabitants. The lovers rush into each He took their children home and made a will in their other's arms, and all is well. favor. This he did the more readily, because he had While this is going on, Roland discovers that his not long before learned that the cottage of Atkinson misfortune had been brought about by the machinathe peasant, who had the care of his natural daughter, tions of Braxley. It appears that Atkinson, who was was burned to the ground, and that she (a little girl) | his creature and tool, had been, by his means, involved
in criminal causes in Virginia, had fled the country, therefore promptly and fiercely rejected. But Braxley and taken refuge among the Indians, among whom he was not a man to be baffled in the pursuit of his object had become a chief. Having changed his name, his as long as any road to it was open. Fertile in expediwhereabout was known only to his old accomplice ent, and ingenious in wickedness, he now suggests a Braxley. This worthy had sought him out, with a new scheme more congenial to the character and temper view of making him the instrument of a deep laid of his old associate, over whom, detested as he was, he scheme, in which he had already been his agent with still retained much of his power. Such is the effect of out knowing his purposes. The daughter of the Major habit and intellectual superiority. had not been burned with Atkinson's cottage. The By a large bribe, partly paid and partly promised, conflagration and his disappearance had been so man- he engages Atkinson to raise a war party of the most aged by Braxley, as to induce his patron to suspect ferocious and restless among the several tribes of sathat both had been the work of his brothers. By this vages, and at the head of a band of outlaws even from means he had no doubt of preventing any reconciliation, barbarism, to attack the party of Roland on their arriand procuring a will in his own favor, as the only other val in Kentucky. He has made himself acquainted person in whom the old gentleman seemed to take the with their movements, ascertained the commencement least interest. Should he fail in this, he was determined of eir journey, calculated their passage through the to turn to account the will which he still kept in his wilderness, and at the time of their arrival has his band possession. The girl had been brought up as the child in readiness on the south side of Ohio, skulking in the of Atkinson, and could be identified by him at any unsettled parts of the country, scouting for intelligence, time. To place her in the wilderness in obscurity and but carefully refraining from any thing that might bepoverty, was to make himself sure of her hand after tray their presence. The season indeed was one when her father's death, so that by marrying her he might something like peace prevailed, and at the moment make the estate his own.
when Roland and his cousin left Bruce's station, the But this scheme had been bafiled by the death of the commandant had no idea of any enemy in his neighgirl, who did not long survive her removal to the west- borhood. But they were near enough to know preern country. The old gentleman too, though much cisely all that passed, so that, in a few hours after the incensed with his nephew, had never been totally es. departure of the young people from the fort, they fell tranged, and did not revoke the will made in favor of into the hands of their enemies. him and Edith. This determined Braxley to change It is hardly necessary to tell the reader that Brax. his battery and offer his hand to that young lady. In ley's plan was to destroy Roland, to get Edith into his case of success he had nothing to do but to produce power, to force her to become his wife, and in her right, Atkinson, establish the death of the Major's daughter, as heir at law to her uncle and cousin, to secure to himand divide the estate with Roland. But here again he self the object on which his wishes had centred for so was baffled, having been forestalled by that gentleman many years. The rescue of Roland defeated one in the affections of the lady. Now again he turns to part of the plan, and the obstinacy of Edith baffled the Atkinson, who has a daughter of the same age with other, until the inroad of General Clarke put an end at the lost child of his patron, for whom he proposes to once to them and him. substitute her, and make her his wife. But Atkinson We must here note a blemish, the more striking, beis a man possessing many fine points of character. cause we find it in a work so remarkably free from any Originally generous and upright, as well as brave and thing of the sort. If at any time the reader shall ask manly, he had been partly led and partly driven into himself,“ why does Braxley or Roland, or any body courses which had, in the end, sent him forth a pro-else, but the inscrutable Jibbenainosay, act in such, or scribed outlaw, to seek a place of comparative security such a way ?” the answer is generally at hand. But among savages. Here, brooding over his misfortunes if he asks, “what could induce Braxley to carry with and crimes, he had learned to curse the author of both, him into the Indian country the suppressed will, and and to find his chief solace in a resolution that his only there to show it to Atkinson ?” he must be more acute child should be brought up in the paths of virtue. So than we profess to be, if he can find an answer to the far he had been successful, having managed to get her question. Doctor Bird himself seems sensible of this into the family of Colonel Bruce, the kind-hearted com- difficulty, and endeavors, as we think, lamely, to acmander of the station that bore his name. Here she count for it. had grown up, distinguished for her amiable qualities, So it is, the document is there. Atkinson luckily and displaying an intellect worthy of more improve- gets possession of it. His detestation of Braxley, his ment than the rude society around her afforded. Of love for his daughter, and his respect for Roland, who her, her father was devotedly fond and enthusiastically had so conducted himself as to awaken the admiration proud. He had seen her in the pauses of war, and even of his savage foes, suggest to him a new plan. icarned to love her, and to reanimate his love for virtue He hies away to the young man, whom he finds bound by the contemplation of it as exhibited in her. But his and awaiting the return of that day which was to be own doom was sealed. He was marked and proscribed, his last. To him he shows the paper, and promises to and from these occasional glimpses of the happiness he save him, if he in turn will agree to marry his daughter. had forfeited, he returned to his savage associates, more To his amazement, the proposal is rejected, and the and more embittered against the society from which he savage rage of the “white Indian” is awakened by the had been banished. In this mood Braxley found him, supposed insult. He accordingly leaves the captive to hating every thing that wore a white skin, and, most his fate, which is averted, as we have said, by the unof all, hating his seducer and betrayer, and loving no. expected attack of the Kentucky volunteers. In the thing but his daughter. The villain's proposal was meleé Atkinson is struck down, and an attempt to save
him is made by Roland, which is so far successful that character is displayed in his representation of the wild the assaults of his enemies are arrested. But it is too Indian, and the frontier settler, hardly less wild. Ficlate. The fatal blow had been struck, but the unfor- tion has invested these with a sort of poetry, which tunate renegade had retained sufficient consciousness has been harped upon, until it is stale and disgusting. to be aware of the generous interference of his late At first there was something quite imposing in the wild victim, and finds comfort, in his last moments, in doing forms of rude virtue and savage dignity, which were him an act of justice, and giving up the suppressed exhibited as pictures drawn from the life. But they will.
were copied, and the copies of copies have been so mulIn our abstract of this story, we find that we have tiplied, that we are as familiar with them as with the unconsciously divided it into two parts, which may be picture of the dandy, the exquisite, the lounger, the distinguished as the physical and the moral action of the real gentleman, the drapery miss, the humble friend, piece.
the starched old maid, the good aunt, or even the lady The first, of course, has the usual and indispensable heroine herself. We are tired of them, and turn with accompaniments of war and blood and slaughter, pleasure to the more sober and truthful painting of enough, from the nature of the case, to satisfy a taste Doctor Bird, in which these characters are exhibited which we have outlived by some twenty years or more. with little of the picturesque, and nothing of the grand But as it was once our own, we know that it exists, or beautiful. He gives them credit for courage, address, and can make no objection to its indulgence by others. resource, sagacity and craft. But they are neither wits, The writer who spreads a feast for the public, is bound philosophers, nor orators. When kind, they are not poto supply something palatable to all his guests, and, so lite withal, and when resentful, they are fierce and long as we find what we like, we have no right to com- savage. They make no sage speeches, and utter no plain that others are accommodated too. We are bound sentiments; and upon the whole, they are dull company, too to admit, that his desire to gratify that class of as any body will find who tries them. Doctor Bird, readers has not led him (always excepting the exploits accordingly, instead of making them the vehicles for of his "walking spirit”) into any of the extravagances, the expression of his own opinions on all sorts of subwhich so often catch the applause of the vulgar. The jects, gives us no more of their conversation than is battle between the Indians and their pursuers on the necessary to his story. For this forbearance he has bank of Salt River, which ends in the defeat of the our approbation and our thanks. latter, is more graphic, more distinct, more true to the Upon the whole, we think well of this work, and life, than any thing of the sort that we remember to highly of the writer's powers. But we cannot leave have seen. Other occurrences of the same sort are not him without a slight admonition, which we trust he will 80 well managed, but still much better than is common. take as from a friend. We speak unwillingly of faults If the work is in this respect less amusing to those who which time and his own good sense must mend. We delight in “gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss, and thun- make no doubt that he will soon decide for himself that der;" we can assure them it is far more instructive, "remorseless” is a stronger and more euphonious word than those pictures of savage warfare which are gar. than "unremorseful;” besides being English, which nished with more of the “circumstance”—which pro- the other is not. We mention this word as an examperly belongs to combats of a different character. ple. It will point his attention to others of the same
But we think the reader will agree with us that the class. merit of this tale is in its morale. We venture to re
The next time Dr. Bird visits the western country, mind him of our expressed belief, that this cannot be so he will probably discover that he has somewhat mistold as not to be deeply interesting, and we are willing taken the dialect of the inhabitants. We doubt if he that this opinion shall be judged by the impression ever heard, or will hear any man there, say "howmade by the perusal of our hasty and inartificial sketch. somever.” Common as this is said to be in England, If it does not abide this test, we stand condemned. But it has no place among the Buckskins. “Howsever” is there is a merit in this part of the work, of which that their word. In general too, their dialect is rather carisketch conveys no idea. The characters are true to catured, than truly represented by Doctor Bird; and as nature, and, although not elaborately wrought, are exhi- this is the only point in which there is any exaggeration bited with that distinctness and individuality which is about the picture, we should wish to see it corrected the most indisper.sable merit of all painting, whether in any sketches of the same people which he may to the eye or mind. Roland and Edith are but given in hereafter present to the public. outline, but they remind us of Retchs's outlines, in
We think too that there are some incongruities in which distinctness and accuracy of drawing stimulate the narrative, which the author will himself detect when the imagination to supply all that is wanting of relief he sees them in print. At page 185, of the second and coloring. The remorseless villainy of Braxley, and volume, near the bottom, he will see a curious instance the more than Indian savageness of his renegade ac- of this. These are faults of haste, which the change complice, blended with the recollection of virtuous prin- of a word would often correct. ciples, and the remains of good feelings in the latter,
We have but one word to add. We never can con. are so displayed as to fill the reader with embittered sent that any writer of prose, who has got over his animosity against the one, and to awaken a strange first love fit, by marriage or otherwise, shall call water sort of sympathy and good will for the other. We "the liquid element!” This again, we give as a specimen; breathe more freely when we hear of the death of Brax. and respectfully pray that Doctor Bird will leave all ley. That of Atkinson is witnessed with sorrow and such“ nick-naming of God's creatures,” to men, whose pain.
ideas are so common-place as to require to be sauced The great excellence of Doctor Bird's sketches of) with fantastical language.
are you about? I need scarcely ask that. The answer
to it is obvious enough. “Preparing with all care and April, 1837.
assiduily the contents of my next number, which I in
tend shall at least equal, if not surpass, any of its preMy Dear Mr. Editor :
decessors.” To render assurance doubly sure in this A short time ago a respectable subject of Louis respect, by a!l means don't neglect to insert this present Philippe (or of Henry the 5th, or Robespierre the epistle of your humble servant. Take my word for it, 2d, or Charlatan the 128th, or whoever else-King, you have not had any thing superior to it (of the sort) Citizen King, Emperor, or President-may now be at since you began to illuminate the public. Verbum sap. the head of affairs in France, in place of the gentle. What did I say about self-praise ? If every one were man who seems to be considered the most attractive thus to practice what he preaches, how much improved target in the world, though somewhat difficult to the world would be! But alas! the post that indicales hit,) at all events a respectable Gaul-went into one the road and never budges itself, is the emblem of man of our eating-houses and taking a seat ordered some in all portions of the globe. It is so easy to say—“go oysters—une douzaine. The servant to whom he spoke and do likewise.” It is so hard 10-go and do so. did not attend to him as soon as his appetite wished. I have confessed that I am suffering under the malady “Garçon,” he again cried—"give me one dozen oystare, called cacoëthes scribendi, and, en passant, let me inquire if you please.” Again and again he repeated the re- if this be not the most prevalent and fearful epidemic by quest, but from one cause or another, without getting which the present age is tormented ? Is the cholera, or what he wanted. His patience at length evaporated, the grippe, any thing to it? Whom of living mortals and rushing up to the heedless garçon he collared him— has it not attacked? Who has not been brought by it and foaming with rage spluttered out to the infinite to a condition which might make e'en angels weep, amazement of the other—“You dngarçon, I ask from the fantastic tricks it causes its victims to play? you tree, four, fifty time for oystare-how do you do?" In former times “one fool in verse made twenty more “Very well, sir, I thank you,” replied the boy, think- in prose,” as we are informed upon most excellent auing the Frenchman a very polite man, doubtless, though thority. Now—but it is worse than useless to get inwith rather a rough way about him. “By gar, I no volved in a calculation upon the matter. To be in ask you how you are; I say how do you do?" A shout wandering mazes lost, is, I guess, not the pleasantest of laughter from some bystanders, here interrupted the circumstance imaginable. This is undoubtedly the age edifying dialogue, and a good natured individual in- of the pen. It is well for the goose-tribe that some formed the stranger, that “what are you about” and substitute for their feathers has been invented, to sup"how do you do,” was the translation of “qu'est ce que ply the demands of this scribbling generation. Were vous faites là.” Monsieur resumed his seat and was it not for steel-pens, et id genus omne, their species would forth with supplied with his oystare.
soon be destroyed, not for its golden eggs, but its pluNow, what do you tell me this story for, you ask. mage, spite of the reverence due to it on account of the For three sufficient reasons. First, because it's a good service rendered by some of its members to the ancient story, and a good story is like a married lady, never mistress of the world—to her “who was almighty a-miss; secondly, because I want to put the same bailed.” It is unquestionably the fact, that one who question to you as the Gaul put to the garçon, as well should attempt to read even all the books as they apas that which he desired to put-how do you do? and pear—and books form by no means the majority of the what are you about? and thirdly, because I am just lucubrations which pour incessantly from the pressnow sadly afflicted with the cacoëthes scribendi, and would find it not only impossible to do any thing else, like the Irishman who assigned as his reason for killing but could not accomplish that undertaking. It may a poor old woman, that “he must kill somebody," I indeed be affirmed that many can scarcely find time to must write something, and one thing will do as well as do more than read their own precious concoctions. I another, unless Lord Byron tells a great fib in asserting have often thought that if the power of calling any that “a book's a book although there's nothing in ’t.” | two spirits from the vasty deep of ages were given me “Argle that,” as our friend and Hamlet's friend, the by some wizard, I should certainly evoke those of him worthy grave.digger, says.
who complained in his usual gentlemanly way, that How then do you do? Well, I trust, not only in body,"scribimus docti indoctique poemata passim,” and of his but in that other most important part of the human brother satirist of the fiery order, whose verses, as he system, the pocket, which, if it be out of order, de informs us, were the irrepressible outpourings of his ranges the whole economy, at the same time that it indignation against the tribe of witlings, who were for renders economy particularly indispensable. I mean, ever buzzing about the ears of their contemporaries. I hope that your Journal is as successful as you desire If such lamentations and denunciations were extorted and as (begging pardon of your modesty) you deserve. by the comparatively small number of scribblers in anI hope that the energy and industry and spirit which cient times, what would be the effect upon those wor. you have displayed in establishing and carrying on the thies, at finding themselves in the midst of the writing Southern Literary, have met with their full reward. effervescence of the nineteenth century. What exqui. (Now, don't strike this sentence out, under the idea site ridicule we should have from the first! what pleathat allowing it to stand will look like self-praise. sant jokes and well-bred sneers at the multitudinous Such praise is, now-a-days, all the fashion, and instead grubbers about the base of Parnassus-what biting, of being no recommendation, as was formerly the case, withering sarcasm—what overwhelming vituperation it is almost a sine quâ non, to judge from the practice from the other! But even Juvenal's spleen would be of contemporaries.) As to the other question, what somewhat mitigated when he should behold the multi