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Servians, and Bulgarians, among whom conclusions of his author; he sympathizes the Turks hold here and there a few with the main purpose of "painless exscarcely visible spots. They are emphat- tinction," as it regards our sister planets, ically rari nantes in gurgite vasto, and but yet retains some bowels of commishow they can expect to hold possession eration for the fixed stars. He thinks it of such an immense territory, in which rather incredible, that amid the countless they are scattered only as specks, is as bodies of the universe, only a single globe, tonishing. Apart from all questions of and that a little one, should be fit to be justice, it seems to us inevitable that they the home of rational and immortal creamust yield their claims, and retire into tures. Moreover, he wisely suggests, Asia, where they are at home.
that the organişm of beings in other -The Church before the Flood,” by spheres, may be adapted to their external the Rev. John CUMMING, D. D., has been condition, and that if they live in a world reprinted by Jewett & Co., of Boston. of gas or water, they may have gaseous It consists of an able series of disserta or ethereal bodies, and that those bodies tions, on topics suggested by the Bible may be better instruments of intellectual history of the period before Noah,—such use than our heavier clods. Does not as the Creation, the state of Adam, the Revelation, too, speak of angels, “who Curse, Abel, the first Martyr, the Primi kept not their first estate, but left their tive Wickedness, the Flood, &c. &c. Dr. own habitation, probably referring to Cummings writes with unusual vigor, and some of the stars. At the same time, Dr. being of the sect of Christians known as Hitchcock strongly recommends the book evangelical, has no compromises with Ro to men of science and clergymen. manism, High-Churchism, or Infidelity. Our own opinion is, that as we mortals
-Messrs. Gould and Lincoln, of Bos have a great deal to do on this earth, and ton, have issued, with an introduction by a very short time to do it in, it is becomDr. HITCHCOCK, an interesting speculation ing that we should leave the stars to seton the “Plurality of Worlds."
tle their own business, at least until they tion assumed by the writer, is that the com shall have given us some more authentic mon opinion as to the planets and fixed intelligence than we now have as to what stars being inhabited, is a mistake, rest they are at. ing his argument on the fact, that the material conditions of those bodies are not ENGLISH. If a volume of poems by adapted to the existence of organized life. John Shakespeare were discovered by All the planets beyond Mars, he says, some sagacious Collier and it were anexcluding the asteroids, are in a liquid nounced that John was a brother of the state, though not from heat. Their dis famous William, there would be an intertance from the sun, besides, is so great, est felt in the work quite apart from the that the light and heat there could not value of the verse. Can two prophets sustain organic beings, such as exist upon come from Nazareth ? Let Mr. Fredthis globe. On the other hand, of the erick Tennyson answer. He has just inferior planets, Mercury is so near the published in London a volume of poems sun, that human beings, like ourselves, called Days and Hours : and however would scorch in it; while Mars and V'e much a reader may wish to avoid rememnus are the only planets apparently capa bering Alfred, it is impossible for him not ble of comfortable residence. As to the to see that Frederic has not forgotten his “fixed stars,” which are supposed to be great brother. The new singer is the suns, their periods of revolution in their oldest brother of the Laurcate. There is orbits are so enormous, that it is altogeth- nothing that can be called direct imitaer out of the question for any sane man tion in his volume, but such lines as the to think of living in them ; some taking following are strictly in the modern style fifty, and others a hundred years, to turn of which Keats was the first, and Alfred round, which nobody but a Methuselah Tennyson the best, illustration: could stand. Meanwhile, in respect to the
“Through the gaunt woods the winds are shrilling satellites assigned to those stars by conjec
cold, ture, let their existence first be proved, Down from the rifted rack the sunbeam pours, before we undertake to lend them inhab
Over the cold grey slopes, and stony moors ; itants. Thus, the author goes on depopu The glimmering waterconrse, the enstern wold, lating the universe, and making this little And over it the whirling sail o' the mill, earth of ours, which some have affected
The lonely bamlet with its mossy spire,
The piled city smoking like a pyre, to despise, the most considerable theatre
Fetched out of shadow, gleam with light as chill." of the creative operations
Dr. Hitchcock only partly adopts the This is not a distinct, although a care
ful picture. It has not the irresistible
Then a faint murmur like a whispered song with this landscape of Frederick's, that
Crept o'er the tawny sands; and then a sound
Of a far tumult waxing near and strong; one of Alfred's in In Memoriam, begin And then the flash and thundering rebound, ning
Of powers cast back in conflict, and the moan · Calm is the moon without a sound."
OP the long-banded waters overthrown. In this poem the dull, sad, autumnal -The amiable wife of Sir Edward Bullandscape stretching slowly away with wer Lytton has printed another novel, " lessening towers” to the sea, is as per called " Behind the Scenes," which, of fect as poetry can make it. And it is so
course, is meant to let us into some more perfect because the sentiment of the spec of the secrets of her husband's character tator is so intimately blended in the de and conduct. There is not much story in it, scription with the thing seen. This raises
but a good deal of malice, which in the it from being a mere description, which estimation of many, will compensate for would correspond to an imitation of a the want of interest in other respects. natural scene in painting, and leaves it a The hero Mr. Ponsonby Ferrars, is the work of art. MĪr. Frederick Tennyson's great novelist ; his friend the Right Hon. poetry is impalpable and impersonal. He Issachar Benaraby, can be no one else but indulges in prosonification to a degree Disraeli,-Lord Redby is the anagram of quite beyond general sympathy, but the Lord Derby, -and Mr. Carlo Dials is warm human feelings do not play along our old acquaintance Charles Dickens. his pages. IIe is a cultivated, pleasant They are described with all of Lady Bulsinger-an agreeable versifier. But the wer's peculiar penetration and malignity, want of some reality, something more which sometimes, however, rather oversubstantial than graceful revery is felt shoots the mark, from excessive veheon every page. The difference between a
mence. Here, for instance, is a portrait poet and a man of poetic feeling, ready of her liege-lord : talent, and fine cultivation, who writes
“In the adamantine chain of Mr. Ponsonby Ferverses, could nowhere be better illustrated
rars' selfishness, to the links of which, the complex than by the Days and Hours of Frederick miseries of OTHERS are ever appending, you develope Tennyson, and the In Memoriam, or the the apparently contradictory, but perfectly compatearlier volumes of his immortal brother. ible, vices of intense meanness and parsimony, with
extreme ostentation and extravagance, which are tho We quote a poem from this volume, and
usual concomitants of the self-worshipping sensualist, a favorable specimen for our readers :
and which is a true type of what our present social,
or rather anti-social system, with its intellectual Three hours were wanting to the noon of day,
fiorettori, can, and but too often does, produce, When long-baired Zephyrus flying from the sun,
namely, a solid block of vice, guarled with villany, O'er the green-wooded uplands winged bis way,
but veneered with virtuel (?) and bighly varnished And left the plains where freshness there was none;
with IIYPOCRISY, which in these days of pretension Amid the western clouds, and shadows grey
and of Siam, is a far more marketable and popular lle thought to slumber till the day was done, commodity than the rococo genuine article of unyarAnd up he clomb into a realm of wonder,
nishod excellence." With towers and domos, and pyramids of thunder.
She intimates in another place that the
distinguished writer is indebted for his The wild birds mourned for him, the wild flowers sent translations of Schiller to a certain FrauTheir sweets to call him back, they fain would lein Göthekant, a German governess, keep;
ugly as sin, as all governesses are in the The trembling leaves sigbed farewell as he went, The thunders spread their banners o'er his sleep;
eyes of suspicious wives--because he Silence stood sentinel before his tent,
cannot himself utter “a single guttural of And hushed the earth and breathed upon tho deep:
that most bronchitial language,”On a gold cloud bis curly bead he laid,
ing German. Here also is a fling at DisAnd dreamed of virgin buds and morning shade.' raeli:
“Mr. Issachar Benaraby was a gentleinan of MoThree hours were sped since noon—when Zephyrus, saic extraction, quite as clover in many things as Mr. free
Ponsonby Ferrars, and much cleverer in others : Op slumber, leapt'up and began to sing,
such as oratory, cool, off-hand impudence, and invinAnd ran and dipt his foot into the sea,
cible good-tomper; and, being equally unshackled And then an arm, and then a shining wing,
by any shadow of principle, he got on briskly, with a And-moved upon the waters gloriously;
sort of trade wind in society; while bis more saturnino The waters at the touch of their own King
friend had often to tack and labor at the pumps to Quivered unto their springs with joyful fear,
weather the storm his own execrable temper 'and And made low answers silver-sweet to bear.
overbearing spirit bad raised. Mr. Benaraby's polit
ical opinions (at least for the time being) were con genuine character. As a story, it has kervative; but his principles (?) were decidedly freo
few incidents, which are rather affecting trade, as they were open to, and available for, any
than animated, but the conversations are and every market where they could fetch their price. He began his career by a diametrically opposite road
always lively, and the moral tone excelto his friend; for, whereas Mr. Ponsonby Ferrars
lent. The heroine, Katy, a farmer's winced under and could not brook the slightest mer daughter, who suddenly becomes a princeriment at his own expense, but tried to awe every ly heiress, the gossiping mother, Mrs. one into an overwhelming deference for his august Bell, the noble old matron, the grandperson, Mr. Benaraby more wisely preferred the
mother, the kindly old bachelor lawyer, "short cut to popularity,' and rather sought to be laughed at than otherwise, being of Cardinal de
the embarrassed noblemen, are all drawn Retz's opinion, that,
with remarkable fidelity and discriminaQui fait rire l'esprit, est Maitre du Cwur.'
tion of portraiture. The other tales have And, besides, he was well aware that if he devoted already appeared in one of the English his exterior to the laughing hyænas of society, and
annuals. allowed them their mirth at all bis ruffles and his -Few writers on musical subjects are ringlets, and the other tomfooleries of his costurne, it better known than Henry F. CHORLEY, only made bis wit and wisdom, by the force of con
long the musical critic of the London trast, tell with double effect, like the withering political sarcasms of the Neapolitan ·Policcinello,' which
Atheneum, whose most recent work come trebly barbed from so unespected and grotesque
is called “Modern German Music : a source."
Recollections and Criticisms." It is a
record of experiences obtained during Of Dickens, we have this account, with
several visits to the north and south of which we close our selections of scandal :
Germany, in the study of the art in which "Opposite to him sat, as if not quite at his ease on he is a distinguished connoisseur. His so fine a chair, and in so aristocratic a room, a Mr. opinions are freely expressed, and will not Carlo Dials, another star of the literary hemisphere, give satisfaction to all classes of critics; who, having graduated about the streets, his paré
but they are always intelligent, and seempictures were unsurpassed; he had obtained the sobriquet of the Aldgate Aristophanes—the pot
ingly unbiased. He thinks Glück the house Plutarch would have been more appropriate.
greatest of opera composers, compares · Like tho rest of Mr. Ponsonby Ferrars's clique, Handel to Shakespeare, discovers defects he thought to redeem by printed morality and phil in Beethoven, and does not quite share in anthropic fine sentiments the practical immorality of the orthodox admiration of Mozart. But his own life, and the arid absence of all good feeling.
the reminiscences of Mr. Chorley are more IIo was not agrecablo in society, as he always, liko the beggars, appeared to bo keeping any stray good
agreeable than his criticisms, especially thing that he might chance to pick up till he got those relating to his beloved friend, Menhomo, when it was duly booked:' or it might be delssohn. Here is a description of the that his bair, of which he had an immense profusion, overlaid his brains, and that that made him appear
great composer, as he first saw him: stupid.”
“I thought then, as I do now, his face one of the
most beautiful which has ever been seen. -Miss MITFORD appears, in the even trait extant does it justice. A Titian would have ing of life, in a new volume of tales, en generalized, and, out of its many expressions, made titled “Atherton, other Tales,” which
up one which, in some sort, should reflect tho many
characteristics and bumors of the poet-his carnest appear to have been written under great
seriousness-his childlike truthfulness-his clear, culphysical disabilities.
About two years
tivated intellect—his impulsive vivacity. The Gerago, she was thrown from a pony-chaise, mun painters could only invest a theatrical, thoughtby which accident she was so crippled, as ful-looking man, with that serious cloak which plays to have been obliged to keep her room
so important a part on tho stage, and in the portraits since, almost unable to rise, or lift one
of their country; and conceive the task accomplished, foot before the other. Even in writing,
when it was not so much as begun. None of them
has perpetuated the face with which Mendelssohn she was obliged to have the ink-glass listened to the music in which he delighted, or the held for her, in order to enable her to face with which he would crave to be told again some drop the pen in the ink. Yet, in this en merry story, though he knew it already by heart. I feebled state, she composed Atherton, by
felt, in that first half hour, that in him there was no far the longest of any of her stories. It
stilted sentiment-no affected heartiness; that he was is a wonderful instance of the power of
no sayer of deep things, no searcher for witty ones ;
but ono of a pure, sincere intelligence-bright, eager, the mind over the body. We do not see and happy, even when most imaginative. Perhaps that it is inferior, in any respect, to any there was no contemporary at once strong, simple, of her previous writings, while it is
and subtle enough, to paint such a man, with such a marked by many of the same character
countenanco." istics,—the genial descriptions of English -We had begun to think that Dean scenery and country life, the natural and Milman's “ History of Christianity" was hearty sentiment, the quiet touches of to have no sequel, when we were surseeling, and the cordial sympathy, with prised to see one announced, under the
title of “History of Latin Christian vast amount of entertaining knowledge
ria, when he concludes with a view of the
give the writer occasion for remarks which will be found, we think, useful llustrations of the steps by which mansind adyances from barbarism to civilizaion. The style of this work is clear.-a Frenchman can hardly write obscurely,
and precise, but better in its scienific than in its narrative parts, which are 00 reserved and succinct.
- A young gentleman-M. DE FERRICRE LE VAYER—who was secretary to he French embassy to China, has given he results of his visit to the Celestials, 7 a work called “A French Embassy in China (" Une Ambassade Française en Chine”). We should rather say, the reults of his observations, than of his osticial life, for there is little diplomacy, and - great deal of actual life in his book. It annot be said that there is much which is new in his book, and what there is, seems
come with more authenticity from one his position, than from ordinary travlers.
-- M. EMMANUEL DE LERNE entertains S with a study of men who are not only reat men, but lovers (" Amourcuses et Grands IIommes "), and thus parades the itachments to women of Molière, Goethe, Richelieu, and others, in a kind of sketch all romance and half biography. Like Il specimens of "amphibology,” as Col. Benton has it, it is somewhat disagreeble, an uninstructed reader not knowing wo thirds of the time what is romance nd what truth. For our part, we deest this mingling of truth and fiction, nd greatly prefer an entire and downight, to a concealed or painted falseood.
-Luther is for the most part rememered only as the great religious reformr; but M. A. Scherrer, of Stuttgardt, resents him in a scarcely less important ght, in an account of his labors in aid of opular education (" De l’Influence de buther sur l'Education du Peuple”). le shows, that the same strong arm Thich shook the walls of Rome, was qually efficient in pushing forward the nlightenment of the masses. He
organzed schools even more rapidly than he isorganized churches, seeing in the foraer the surest and best means of plyng the place of the latter, and of securng in perpetuity the advantages of the nmense movement he had in hand.
-One of the best books on Russia that ve have read, is by M. CHARLES DE Saint-JULIEN ("Voyage Pittoresque en Russie”), who appears to have spent nany years in exploring the domestic lise f the Muscovites. As his title indicates,
he has little to do with the politics of the empire, though he does not neglect to glance at it now and then ; his descriptions consisting mainly of pictures of popular manners and external aspects. What goes on from day to day, among the people, is what we learn from him, and not the supposed secrets of cabinets and policies of the Czar. Ilis travels begin amid the splendors of St. Petersburg, and end (where the travels of a good many Russians themselves end) in the icy solitudes of Siberia ; but on the way, we are taken over Finland, as far as Torneo, the most northern city, thence to Archangel, where a grand snow-storm is brilliantly described; then down to Moscow, the ancient fortress of the Czars, then along the course of the Wolga into Central Russia. to Astrakan and its fairs, to Kazan and its fortress, and finally to the Caucasus, and its mysterious mountains.
As a study of the various races embraced in the Russian empire, this book has great value, and we are sure must have been written before the recent war was declared, it is so free from the prejudices which every Englishman and Frenchman holds it to be his duty to express in re gard to the Russians.
A second volume of M. SAINT MARC Girardin's Recollections of Voyages and Studies (Souvenirs de Voyages et d'Etudes), is not as strictly uniform as the first, to which we have formerly alluded. It opens with Celtic Traditions, then passes to Friendship among the Scy; thians, next to a picture of Barbarous and Feudal society, next are a series of chapters on Christianity among the Germans, and finally a miscellany about Gregory of Tours, the Romance of Reynard the Fox, the Danish tradition of Hamlet, the Pucelle of Chapelaine and Voltaire, and a dissertation on the right to labor. These several subjects are from pieces contributed to the daily papers, and are treated somewhat popularly, yet with unquestionable learning