ORIGINAL PAPERS.

ART. L. THE OREGON TRAIL. BY FRANCIS PARKMAN,

II. A HEALTH. BY F. W. THOMAS, ALABAMA,
III. ANGEL-LOVE. BY J. A. SWAN, Esq.,.

IV. JACK HILTON'S NUPTIALS. BY P. HAMILTON MYERS,
V. LINES TO NIAGARA. BY HORACE DRESSER, Esq.,
VI. STANZAS: REMINISCENCES OF MY GRANDMOTHER,
VII. THE EGYPTIAN LETTERS. NUMBER SIX,

VIII. LINES TO THE AURORA BOREALIS,

IX WORDS OF CHEER. BY J. CLEMENT,

X INGLE-SIDE CHIT-CHAT. BY THE SQUIRE,'

XI. ODE TO JAVA COFFEE,

XIX. A RIDE TO BONAVENTURE, NEAR SAVANNAH,
XX. TO MY ABSENT SISTER. BY BENJ. T. CUSHING, .

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XIL LETTERS FROM THE GULF-STATES. BY A NORTHERN TRAVELLER,
XIIL THE COQUETTE OF THE CALENDER,

XIV. THE FUTURE LIFE. BY W. THOMPSON BACON,

XV. A QUESTION IN SINGLE RULE OF THREE,
XVI. LINES IN ANSWER TO 'DINNA FORGET,' .
XVII. THE O. P. RIOTS IN LONDON IN 1809,
XVIII A SONG TO ISABEL. BY C. G. EASTMAN,

LITERARY NOTICES:

1. DUER'S LIFE OE THE EARL OF STIRLING,

2. THE WRITINGS OF GEORGE WASHINGTON,

3. NORTH-AMERICAN REVIEW FOR THE APRIL QUARTER, .

4. DISCOVERY AND SETTLEMENT OF MISSISSIPPI VALLEY,

5. MESMER AND SWEDENBORG CONSIDERED,

EDITOR'S TABLE:

1. ROLLING BACK THE TIDE OF TIME: EASTERN ANTIQUITIES, .

2. BILLVANSNORT, OR 'MAZEPPA TRAVESTIE.' BY THE LATE R. C. SANDS, 470 3. MORE TALK WITH MR. MOTH,

4. GOSSIP WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS,

1. THE ARISTOCRAT, THE RADICAL, AND THE INDEFINITE. 2. BEAUtiful Passage
FROM FORD'S LOVER'S MELANCHOLY.' 3. THE NORTH-AMERICAN' REVIEW OF
THE NEW TIMON:' LAMENT OF UNSALEABLE AMERICAN AUTHORDOM;' A LITE-
RARY DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE: THE 'STOP-THIEF!' PLAGIARISTS OF THE
TIME. 4. ANACREON MOORE:' ORIGINAL CORRESPONDENCE WITH AN AMERICAN
CORRESPONDENT of the KNICKERBOCKER: LINES INSCRIBED IN A VOLUME OF ME-
MORIALS OF WASHINGTON.' 5. THE NEW DEPOT OF THE 'CARCEL MECHANICAL
LAMP.' 6. THE DROWNING HONOR OF AMERICA PLUCKED UP BY THE LOCKS.
7. HEADLEY'S 'WASHINGTON AND HIS GENERALS.' 8. COMPLAINING AUTHOR-
LINGS MR. GRISWOLD'S PROSE WRITERS OF AMERICA.' 9. THE METROPOLITAN
SUNDAY PRESS. 10. EXHIBITION OF THE NATIONAL ACADEMY OF DESIGN. 11. AN
APOLOGY FOR EDITORIAL SHORT-COMINGS: MONSTROUS MUSS' OF MAY-DAY.'
12. ANOTHER ANECDOTE OF BURCHARD.

5. LITERARY RECORD: BRIEF NOTICES OF NEW PUBLICATIONS,

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THE KNI C K E R BOCKER. KNICKERBOCKER.

THOUGH sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
And marvel men should quit their easy-chair,
The toilsome way and long, long league to trace,
Oh! there is sweetness in the prairie air,

And life, that bloated case can never hope to share.'- CHILDE HAROLD.

On the next morning we rode to Fort Leavenworth. Colonel, how General Kearney, to whom I had had the honor of an introduction when at St. Louis, was just arrived, and received us at his quarters with the high-bred courtesy habitual to him. Fort Leavenworth is in fact no fort, being without defensive works, except two block-houses. No rumors of war had as yet disturbed its tranquillity. In the square grassy area, surrounded by barracks and the quarters of the officers, the men were passing and repassing, or lounging among the trees; although not many weeks afterward it presented a different scene; for here the very offscourings of the frontier were congregated, to be marshalled for the expedition against Santa Fe.

Passing through the garrison, we rode toward the Kickapoo village, five or six miles beyond. The path, a rather dubious and uncertain one, led us along the ridge of the high bluffs that border on the Missouri; and by looking to the right or to the left, we could enjoy a strange contrast of opposite scenery. On the left stretched the prairie, rising into swells and undulations, thickly sprinkled with groves, or gracefully expanding into wide grassy basins, of miles in extent; while its curvatures, swelling against the horizon, were often surmounted by lines of sunny woods; a scene to which the freshness of the season and the peculiar mellowness of the atmosphere gave additional softness. Below us, on the right, was a tract of rag

after those of a higher degree, are a snob; you who are ashamed of your poverty, and blush for your calling, are a snob; as are you who boast of your pedigree, or are proud of your wealth. You are all snobs together.' And so they were, and so are 'the likes of 'em,' in all places, and especially in the small aping country villages, where fashion' and pseudo gentility' reign paramount; for it is quite true that

'IN every country village, where

Ten chimneys' smokes perfume the air,
Contiguous to a steeple,

Great gentlefolks are found, a score,
Who can't associate any more

With common country people.'

"The Lost Valise' makes too much of a slight incident; nor do we quite like the
story of the old toper, who after 'licking out the sugar from the spoon that contained
the last of his brandy-sling,' made this maudlin remark: Bread, they say, is the staff
of life; ver' good; but good liquor is the life itself. The ensuing has a far better
moral: Where am I?' screamed a drunken man, from his berth on board a North-
River boat, which had stopped late at night, from some accident; 'where am I? Is
this Albany? is this Albany? is this New-York? is it New-York?' 'Yes,' was the
reply of one who had noted his uneasy maudlin repose, and who supposed the boat
was at the dock; 'yes, and you are in the broad-way!... A WORD here, for it is
well deserved, in favor of Miss Congdon's Private Dancing School for Children.
The instructress, an educated lady, whose success in eastern cities has been most
marked, superintends in person the progress of her pupils, who meet like a private
family-party, and enjoy themselves to their heart's content. Her terms are moderate,
and her school will continue open until it shall become too warm for her pupils to
exercise with comfort. We cordially and confidently commend Miss CONGDON'S
school to the liberal favor of the public. Her address is at Number 116, Waverley-
Place.
WELL, it was n't quite done, was it, Mr. GALEN?' You'll be able to

' resuscitate a dead language with a small bottle of smelling-salts' by the time you
have succeeded in smuggling a palpable poetical puff of a quack-medicine into the
KNICKERBOCKER. If any person should inquire of us, however, where the All-fired
Excruciating Rejuvenating Syrup of Human Life' is to be obtained, we 'll indicate
the 'dépôt. .. A BOSTON Correspondent professes himself greatly interested in
the appetizing description in our last of the locale where our friend encountered the
observant Bunker-Hill veteran; and he expresses a wish to know where it is. We
shall not divulge, unless he is a bachelor; neither can we commend his restaurant
practices. The best condiment to a good dinner is the society of one's life-companion,
the prattle of one's little folk; the smile, the eye-flash, which no money can buy, and
which no money could pay for, if it could. . . . The 'Stanzas' on the three hun-
dred and thirty-third page of the present number were written at the time of the death
of the lovely and lamented Miss Canda, to whom they refer. The exquisite statue
of the departed, by Mr. LAUNITZ, we may suppose suggested the publication of the
lines at this time.
A FRIEND tells us that he heard a politician, who loves the
dear people' very much, and who is ready (especially about election time) to die at any
moment for his country and a fat office, boast the other day, that he never scratched
the regular ticket, nor wore the same pair of white kid gloves for the second time, in
his life!'... We take pleasure in calling public attention to Mr. T. S. Cumming's
Drawing and Painting School. The first and favorite pupil of our departed friend
INMAN; one of the founders of the National Academy of Design, and principal in-

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structor in the antique and life-schools; with twenty-five years' experience in oil and miniature-painting; Mr. CUMMING lacks nothing to qualify him for the very first rank as an instructor in the requisite and fashionable accomplishment which he imparts with great felicity, and in all varieties and phases of the art. His address is at Number Fifty, Walker-street....UNGENTLE wives! there is a concealed satire in this reply to a married lady, who asked her husband why it was that Mr. BROWN, his partner in business, passed all his evenings at home, while he was 'hallucinating' about town till past midnight: Why, my dear, the cause is, BROWN is n't married!' J. T. H.,' that bites' somewhere in Cincinnati, sure!'.. WE have just returned from seeing borne away to the narrow house' the earthly tabernacle of a pure and innocent infant boy, an only child. He lay in his little coffin, his cold marble hands, clasping a pure white rose, cross-folded on his silent breast; his glossy silken hair turned away from the calm forehead and soft cheek, on which had so often been imprinted the fond maternal and paternal kiss. Oh! it was a sad, sad sight to see that little child, amid many tears, borne away to the tomb! As we beheld the young mother, sobbing as if her heart would break, and the father bowed down with a sorrow too great for tears, we thought of the beautiful poem which many years ago appeared in these pages, and from which we cannot forbear to repeat these touching stanzas:

Bereaved mother, no! Thy boy is now safe with the Source of Love. It is well with thy child!'. . . THE reader's attention will be attracted by the paper on 'The Gulf-Stream,' in preceding pages. The writer, Mr. STUART PERRY, in a note to the EDITOR, states that he was led to the consideration of the subject under the following circumstances: 'Living in New-Orleans in 1836, I had often regretted the deplora